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Fic: Ignorance of the Law is no Excuse (NC-17) Ronon/Liz

Title: Ignorance of the law is no excuse
Author: Dee and Kat
Chapter: 1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/Elizabeth
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Dub-con
Disclaimer: We do not own the characters from SGA. This is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: While attending trade negotiations on a new planet, Elizabeth unwittingly breaks one of their laws and ends up in a predicament that only John or Ronon can get her out of.
Author’s note: This little plot bunny belongs to Heimedall and we’re writing this together for her.

 

“How did I get into this mess?” Elizabeth mumbled helplessly, glancing around her dank prison cell. “That would be John, of course,” she grumbled with a shake of her head, a tinge of anger overriding her nervousness while she thought back a few hours.

 

~*~

 

“This is a waste of time,” John grumbled angrily, just barely keeping his voice down. “We’ve been here for hours waiting to talk to their leader and really, these people don’t have anything we need. Yes,” he cut her off, “I realize I’m backing McKay here and believe me, I won’t make a habit out of it but for once, he’s right.”

 

“While I realize these people and their civilization is a little primitive and yes, they really don’t have much to offer in the way of supplies, I want to remind you we are fighting a war on two fronts,” Elizabeth leveled her gaze on John’s before glancing at Rodney, Ronon and Teyla. “We’ve got the Wraith knocking at our door, more desperate than ever because of the Replicators and let’s not forget that they can turn into a problem in an instant if they find a work around on the program Rodney placed in their base code. We can use all the allies we can find, John,” she whispered, standing firm in her decision before she walked off.

 

~*~

 

“Colonel Sheppard, I must speak with you,” Borias glanced nervously at Ronon while he escorted him to the off-worlder’s tent. “I’m afraid to tell you that your leader has been arrested,” he lowered his eyes to the ground when the military man stood, an angry look in his eyes while he gripped his weapon.

 

“For what?” John spat; his temper rising as his patience with these people quickly wore out. “What could she have possibly done?”

 

“She wandered away from you,” he raised his eyes to the Colonel, seeing his confusion. “Uh, women on my world are not allowed to stray more than twenty feet from their male in public. Doctor Weir was taken into custody when she was well outside that distance from you.”

 

“Elizabeth is not mine. I’m not her male,” John shook his head, arching a brow when the man seemed to pale considerably. “What?”

 

“That is unfortunate,” Borias mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “An unbound female can be bartered for during auction. She will be brought before the populace in the morning and bidding will commence if her male doesn’t step forward to claim her.”

 

“She didn’t have any knowledge of this law of yours. You are our contact with your people, Borias. Don’t you think that bit of information was crucial enough to tell us about before we got here?” John hissed at the man, on the verge of losing it completely. “How the hell do we get her out of this?” he snapped, his green eyes blazing at their liaison.

 

“Like I said, Doctor Weir’s male must step forward to claim her in order to effect her release from auction. I would suggest one of you pretend to be her male,” Borias lowered his voice, glancing between John and Ronon.

 

“Uh, hello,” Rodney raised his hand, “what about me?”

 

“It is assumed that Teyla belongs to you, Doctor McKay. The others have noticed that she sticks to your side and her status is not in question,” he smiled when he saw the scientist furrow his brow.

 

“She sticks close to his side because he’s nervous around your people and needs protection,” Ronon kept his gruff voice low and smirked at McKay. “Why can’t we get Elizabeth out now?” he turned back to Borias, all business now.

 

“The prison doesn’t allow anyone in after a certain hour in the evening which is unfortunate for her. The conditions of our prisons are less than comfortable,” he backed up a few feet when the big man growled at him. “I’m afraid she must remain and since she is an outsider, proof of claim must be made to our leader’s satisfaction in the morning. One of you must step forward or she will be auctioned off,” he glanced between the Colonel and his big companion nervously. “I think it would be wise if Teyla leaves this world before anymore misunderstandings occur,” he leveled his gaze on John, trying to make up for his failure at brokering a treaty amongst his people and the Atlanteans.

 

“I agree,” John sighed, turning to Teyla when she opened her mouth to argue. “It’s gonna get hectic here tomorrow. Ronon and I will be busy trying to get Elizabeth out of this and we can’t afford for you to get too far from McKay during the heat of things and wind up right back where we started,” he kept his voice as calm as possible until she sighed and nodded her head. “Rodney, stick right beside her, get to the gate and take her home,” he glanced at the scientist, surprised when he saw how resolved he was. “We’ll be a few hours behind you. Sunrise isn’t far off and we can get this over with,” he exchanged a nod with McKay, reassuring him that everything would be all right.

 

“We’ll be expecting all of you back in the morning, John,” Teyla inclined her head while she patted Rodney on the arm. “If you have not returned within eight hours, we’ll be back with Major Lorne and every strike team we have to exact Elizabeth’s release,” she narrowed her eyes on Borias, making it clear that his people’s customs disgusted her. “Let’s go, Rodney,” she turned, exiting the tent close to the scientist’s side.

 

“So, tell me, Borias,” John pointed at a chair for the man to sit while he retook his seat. “How are we supposed to prove Elizabeth belongs to one of us to your leader’s satisfaction?”

 

~*~

 

“No!” Ronon argued for what seemed like the billionth time. Sunrise was an hour away. He and John had been going back and forth for seven hours and still hadn’t reached a compromise. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Sheppard,” he growled low in his throat, pacing the tent with pent up frustration.

 

“Come on, Chewie,” John stood out of his way, rubbing his forehead while a headache built up due to the constant stress of the situation. “Ronon, I can’t do this!” he stepped into his path, looking up into his friend’s angry hazel eyes. “She and I have a working relationship. If I do this, it will damage all of that, making it impossible for us to work together. Trust me, I know how badly something like this can turn out. It will cripple the functioning infrastructure of Atlantis’ command. It has to be you, buddy,” he lowered his voice, trying to get him to understand his predicament.

 

“And what about my working relationship with her, Sheppard? I know I’m not in the expedition’s command structure but…”

 

“What is it, Ronon?” John asked when he drifted off and turned his back on him, his hands on his lean hips. “Hey, what is it?” he moved to stand before him, narrowing his eyes when he saw how upset he was.

 

“What you’re asking…” he clenched his eyes, shaking his head to work up the courage to say what was on his mind. “My people have a custom; we can do…that freely without any reservations unless we’re actually invested in the woman. If there are feelings involved then we tend to consider the act as a bond between us,” he lowered his head, his dark skin turning almost crimson with embarrassment.

 

“Are you saying you have feelings for Elizabeth?”

 

“I have for some time now,” Ronon looked up into John’s wide eyes. “I just never got around to doing anything about it,” he shrugged his shoulders. “To be honest, I didn’t think she’d be interested in me and I didn’t pursue it because I thought the two of you had something going.”

 

“Elizabeth and I aren’t like that, buddy. So, if you do…this, you’ll consider her…” John trailed off with a raised brow, trying to shake off his surprise when Ronon nodded his head. “Well, you’re just gonna have to remember that this is necessary to save her and take one for the team, Chewie,” he patted his shoulder, walking out of the tent to leave the big man to his thoughts. “Oh crap,” John whispered, rubbing his eyes in worry and exhaustion.

 

~*~

 

“Oh crap,” John said angrily under his breath when he reached a clearing in the center of the village. Elizabeth was naked, bound hands and feet spread wide on a wooden X on a raised dais. She was dirty, exhausted and had dark bruises on her arms and legs.

 

“Don’t, Colonel,” Borias grabbed his arm when he went to step forward, clearly angry at the sight of his leader’s mistreatment. “You must wait for Garrick to ask for her male to come forward,” he whispered, trying to contain the man from making matters worse.

 

John begrudgingly nodded his head, glancing over his shoulder for any sign of Ronon. When the time came for them to come to the auction, he entered their assigned tent to find his Satedan friend had cut a hole in the back and left undetected. It was up to John to step forward to save Elizabeth, which he would do knowing they would probably never be able to work together again after he did this.

 

“This female was captured last night out of the company of her male,” Garrick spoke up above the din of the crowded square. Many of the townsmen had gathered for a chance to bid on the off-world female and he looked forward to the amount of money he would make off of her sale. “Before the auction begins, I ask if the man that owns this female is present. If he is, I ask him to step forward so that he may claim her in accordance to our laws,” he glanced over the crowd, his eyes snapping to her fellow off-worlder when he began to move forward only to jerk his head to the right when he heard a voice boom across the square.

 

“She belongs to me!”

 

John stopped dead in his tracks, glancing to the left to see the crowd part. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Ronon passed unencumbered through the men to stand before the dais.

 

Ronon glanced at Elizabeth’s nude and bruised body, growling quite audibly at the signs of her abuse and her obvious discomfort at being on display in such a crude manner. “She is mine,” he grated out, his chest heaving in anger when he glared at the leader, “and I will not tolerate my female being treated like this,” he pointed at the dais. “Release her to me now!” his voice reverberated across the square.

 

“Take her down,” Garrick called out to his men; keeping his eyes on the large man, “and place her on the platform,” he jerked his head towards a stone altar just to the side of the X. “If she belongs to you then I assume you can prove it?” he cocked his head at the off-worlder, taking in his angry nod and holding his hand out when he stepped up on to the dais. “You’d best make this convincing because if I doubt your claim on her, she will be auctioned off to the highest bidder,” he grinned when the big man gritted his teeth and moved towards the platform.

 

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Ronon said softly, running a hand over Elizabeth’s hair while she nodded curtly, holding her tears at bay. “Listen to me,” he whispered while his hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the ground. “I need you to go along with everything I do and make it look natural, like it happens all the time or we’re in deep trouble,” he continued on, unlacing his leathers and stepping out of his boots. “Trust me, Elizabeth,” he palmed her cheek when her scared eyes darted over his nude body.

 

She swallowed heavily, nodding her head when he climbed on to the platform and covered her with his warm, hard body. She stared into his soft eyes, startled at the emotions she saw there while he cradled her face between his hands and closed the distance between their lips.

 

Ronon felt his groin stir when she whimpered into their kiss. He had dreams about her, very erotic dreams that woke him many nights, achingly hard and needing release. He pictured her in his mind when his hand pumped furiously along his length, forcing himself not to cry out her name when he came on his stomach and over his hand. Of all his thoughts, dreams of how it would be when they finally got together, this was definitely not amongst them.

 

She was battered and bruised, exhausted beyond measure and frightened from her ordeal. Now he could see and feel how scared she was, terrified from being forced into this and it did nothing to stir his cock to life when he knew she didn’t want this but resigned to it to effect her freedom.

 

John swallowed heavily, feeling awkward as he watched his friend disrobe and mount Elizabeth’s nude body in front of the whole village. He was, however, surprised that Ronon didn’t hesitate in the slightest. It almost seemed like the big guy was used to having sex in public and John was thankful he stepped up to do this. If he had to, he was bound to be too nervous to perform effectively in front of this many people and doubted he’d have been able to convince Garrick.

 

Ronon slipped his tongue into Elizabeth’s mouth, exploring at his leisure and hid his surprise when she wound her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss. The moan that passed from her mouth to his traveled straight through his system to his shaft, making him harden in an instant.

 

“Keep your eyes closed and just relax,” he whispered against her lips before retaking her mouth. His right hand moved slowly down her slender neck to gently squeeze one breast, his fingers ghosting over her nipple until it hardened to a tight peak. She gasped, sensually arching her back to thrust her breast into his touch and from that instant on, no one existed to him but her.

 

Ronon scooted down her body, drawing that hard nipple into his mouth and plundered her sensitive flesh with teeth, tongue and lips. Elizabeth threw her head back, wrapping one hand in his locks to keep him in place, to hold on to the sensation she had been denied for so very long.

 

He growled against her breast when he scented her arousal, it was as sweet as he dreamed. He moved his wandering hand down her abdomen, pausing there for a split moment before he continued on to his prize. She was so hot and wet against his palm, he could barely restrain himself. He bit down on her nipple one last time before he hovered over her, looking down into her eyes when he darted two long fingers into her pussy.

 

“Always ready for me, love, even now under these conditions,” Ronon said huskily with a grin, loud enough that those closest could hear and Elizabeth blushed profusely. “Don’t worry,” he removed his fingers from her tight heat, positioning his cock at her entrance, “I’ll take care of your needs properly when we get home,” he slid his hand down her thigh, hiking her knee to his hip before he drove into her body.

 

Elizabeth bit her tongue, clutching on to his shoulders while her body screamed in protest to his occupation. It had been a very long time since she had engaged in sex and never with someone of his size. She felt like she was being split in half but couldn’t voice her discomfort and knew he couldn’t give her time to adjust. This was supposed to be something they did on a regular basis.

 

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts,” he whispered with a strained voice in her ear, trying to be as gentle as possible but needing to keep up the pretense that she was his woman. He nuzzled the side of her face with his bearded chin until she turned her head towards him and took her mouth once again.

 

His gentle touch and probing tongue ignited a fire in her blood. This man was always an enigma to her, gorgeous beyond compare yet so silent and lethal that his presence demanded both respect and fear. The way he was acting now; so gentle and, dare she think, loving, took away her fear and overrode her fear. He was sweeping her up in his kiss, the way he caressed the skin behind her knee that he held to open her up to his penetration, and his long thick length managed to touch a place within her that no one ever had before. It didn’t take long before her body adjusted to his invasion and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with equal fervor.

 

Ronon groaned low in his throat, moving his hand back to cradle her face when she drew her legs up to his waist. He palmed her cheeks gently between his large hands, taking care to keep his touch soft while their tongues dueled for dominance within her mouth. It was a stark contrast to how hard and fast his hips were slapping against the cradle of her thighs, driving his cock repeatedly into her wet pussy.

 

Elizabeth couldn’t breathe; every thrust of his length into her body forced the oxygen from her lungs. She broke their kiss, gasping for air while he relentlessly pistoned that silk-encased steel into her body. Every slap of his pelvis against hers tore a cry or whimper from her lungs. She felt a heat spread through her body, converge on one point in her womb and explode outwards when she pulled the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced out of her body.

 

Ronon clenched his teeth when her pussy convulsed around his cock. The sound of her scream combined with the tight vibrations of her body around his shaft to literally rip his release from him. He growled loud and deep, the tendons in his neck and arms straining as he jerked his hips into her, flooding her womb with his seed.

 

He took a few minutes to recover his senses enough to look down at Elizabeth. She was panting, her breasts rising and falling rapidly while she tried to calm her breathing. He laced his fingers in her hair at her temple, smiling softly when she opened her dazed eyes. “You okay?” he whispered close to her lips, his breath mixing with hers as intimately as their bodies were. She nodded silently, pulling him down for a gentle kiss before she succumbed to her exhaustion. “Are you satisfied?” Ronon shouted back to Garrick, keeping her covered with his long form.

 

“We are,” Garrick grumbled before he turned to leave with his aide. “Too bad, I would’ve made a lot of money off that female,” he whispered to his companion as they passed John.

 

“Sheppard, come here!” Ronon yelled for his friend, staying in place, still buried deep within Elizabeth’s unconscious body. “Grab my shirt. I don’t know what they did with her clothes and I’m not carrying her back to Atlantis like this. Thanks,” he took his sleeveless tunic from him and jerked his head. “Block their view so I can dress her,” he narrowed his eyes on his stunned and strangely silent friend.

 

“Right,” John seemed to snap out of a spell he was under and quickly turned his back away from them to glare at the slowly dispersing crowd.

 

Ronon gently eased his length out of her body, jumping off the platform to lift her up and pull his shirt over her slight form. It was large enough that it covered her upper torso and ass. He settled her back down on the platform long enough to pull on his leathers and boots before he picked her up, cradled her against his bare chest and strode determinedly off the dais. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” he gritted out of clenched teeth when a few stragglers tried to get a look at Elizabeth.

 

“You, uh, did a hell of a job convincing Garrick, buddy,” John said uncomfortably, keeping his eyes forward while they quickly made their way to the gate. “You definitely had me fooled into thinking you were a couple,” he cleared his throat when Ronon turned hard eyes on him.

 

“It wasn’t a job and I didn’t need to convince anyone after she accepted me into her body, Sheppard,” he hissed at his friend before he glanced down at the sleeping woman in his arms. “I told you, I warned you what would happen if I did this,” he shook his head almost sadly. “Believe me when I say it would’ve been much easier if you did it instead. I felt her acceptance, her response and now,” he gritted his teeth, clenching his eyes when he felt his body react to her warmth against his chest, the memory of her tight, wet heat surrounding his length just moments ago. “Let’s just get home before Teyla brings Lorne and every SO we have and levels this settlement,” he outpaced John towards the gate, leaving him behind with Borias.

 

“I guess it’s safe to say we won’t be finishing our negotiations with your people,” John grimaced at the man, quickening his stride to catch up to Ronon.

 

~*~

 

“Are you feeling alright, lass?” Carson asked softly, a gentle smile on his face while he looked in on his patient.

 

“A little bruised but now that I’ve showered, I feel 100% better,” she smiled, glancing at the Scottish doctor briefly.

 

She knew Ronon had brought her to the infirmary, John imparted the specifics of what had occurred and Ronon had left as soon as he knew she wasn’t physically injured. The fact that Carson and John’s team knew what she and Ronon were forced to do to affect her release made her skin darken with a blush.

 

John stayed a little longer until she regained consciousness before he made his retreat. Rodney never came in at all and only Teyla stayed behind, sitting in a chair beside her bed. If Elizabeth was honest with herself, she’d admit that it stung a little, no, it downright hurt her feelings that Ronon didn’t stick around longer.

 

She had always found herself attracted to the man but never thought she was his type. He was large, imposing, hostile and unsettling when he was quiet at times but his caring nature towards his colleagues shined through at every opportunity. He had even protected her during their mission against the Replicators and she had never felt so safe before.

 

When he made love to her earlier, she saw something in his eyes, heard something in his voice that tugged at her long silent heartstrings. ‘Did he make love to me? Or was it just him getting me out of trouble?’ she thought to herself, her hands fidgeting in her lap. ‘I could’ve sworn,’ she lost her train of thought when the man in question strode into the infirmary, calling out to Carson while avoiding her eyes.

 

“I’ll leave you two ladies to talk,” Carson smiled at Teyla and Elizabeth before he walked off to speak quietly with Ronon.

 

Elizabeth kept her eyes on her tall lover/protector while he whispered to Carson. He seemed distraught, talking with his hands a lot and returning them to his waistline to tuck his thumbs into his gun belt. She furrowed her brow when the good doctor blanched, cast a glance in her direction and quickly averted his eyes when he saw she was watching. She narrowed her eyes, trying to read Ronon’s lips but his facial hair made that next to impossible. The next thing she saw was Carson pointing in her direction, telling Ronon something that he definitely did not like hearing. Ronon hung his head, his thumbs still hooked into his belt while Carson made his way back to her bedside.

 

“Teyla, love, will you excuse us for a moment? I’m afraid Ronon and I must have a word in private with Elizabeth,” Carson raised his voice on the second sentence so that the lad would hear him and nodded curtly when Teyla rose from her seat.

 

“Of course, Carson,” she said softly. “Elizabeth, I will return later to check on you,” she patted her arm, walking towards the door and inclining her head at Ronon as she passed.

 

“How are you feeling?” Ronon said softly, not meeting her eyes when he stood beside her bed. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he glanced up at her briefly until she shook her head no before he lowered his eyes to her sheet-covered abdomen.

 

“You didn’t hurt me at all, Ronon. In fact, given the situation and how long I’ve abstained from sex, you were extremely sensitive to my needs and managed to bypass my discomfort with relative ease,” she blushed profusely, embarrassed to talk about this with anyone but especially in front of Carson. “What is going on? The conversation you were having seemed rather heated and I can’t help but notice the two of you look as uncomfortable as I feel right now,” she lowered her head, trying to hide the blush that spread from her face down to her neck and chest.

 

“Elizabeth, you were ovulating when we…did what we did,” Ronon kept his gaze on her abdomen but saw her head snap up. “I could scent it,” he answered before she could voice the question. “My senses are finely tuned to certain things in certain people and I scented it on you the moment I was within a few feet from you,” he managed to tell her that much but couldn’t explain that the only reason he could detect that scent was because he considered her as a potential mate.

 

“Elizabeth, given Ronon is Satedan, I’m not entirely sure if the morning after pill will be effective. Quite frankly, it is something that I’ve never had to test until now,” Carson whispered when her face went blank, staring at her hands on her abdomen. “I just wanted you to know all the facts before we proceed, lass,” he gently placed his hand on her forearm, taking in her short nod before he glanced at Ronon. He had never seen the lad this upset before but he had the distinct impression that what he had to do on the planet and what they were faced with now was not an inconvenient circumstance to a desperate rescue. He appeared to be stressed over what her decision would be. “I’ll leave you two to talk and then you can tell me your decision,” he glanced between them, his head darting towards Ronon when he turned to leave. “Where are you going, big man?”

 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Doc. It’s her decision,” he said in a strained voice before striding out of the infirmary.

 

“Elizabeth, I think he’s upset with the possibility that you could decide to terminate his child. He might have not been a willing participant in what occurred on the planet but the lad lost everything with Sateda’s destruction,” he whispered to her, squeezing her shoulder in an effort to comfort the now crying woman. “The thought of having a child must be something huge for him, like getting back something he thought he’d never have again, a family.”

 

“He can’t even look me in the eyes, Carson,” she cried softly. “Am I supposed to carry his child despite the fact that he was forced to be with me and refuses to have anything to do with me now? Am I expected to just be a mother to a child whose father never wanted me to begin with?”

 

“I seriously doubt it’s to the extent you believe it to be, lass,” Carson said sympathetically.

 

“It isn’t,” John added from the doorway. “Carson, get the scanner ready. We need to see if there is a child to be considering in the first place and second,” he glanced down at her tear-stained face with a smile, “we need to talk.”

 

~*~

 

“Damn it,” Ronon huffed when the access rang on his door for the third time. He had escaped the infirmary, her scent, the sight of her with every intention of hiding away in his quarters. He wanted to stay in there until he could erase the image of her nude body, the feel of her soft skin, the knowledge of how she felt beneath him and around him, and her scent from his mind. All it did was make him unbearably hard and frustrated.

 

The thought that she might be carrying his child within her womb excited him beyond words. Actually, he knew he impregnated her the moment he came inside of her. Call it his enhanced senses when his intended woman was ovulating and they made love, he just knew she was pregnant with his child. And the thought that they could erase it from her body, that this pill might actually be effective against his seed just crushed his heart. It was like seeing the remains of his home world all over again.

 

He rose from his bed, clad only in his leathers and accessed his door, dead set on killing the person that disturbed him now when he felt like his world was ending again. His mouth fell open, his breath slammed out of his lungs and he couldn’t even manage to shut his gaping mouth.

 

“May I come in?”

 

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat when it came out hoarse the first time he attempted to say it. He closed the door when Elizabeth walked in, following her with his eyes when she sat on his sofa. “Have you been cleared to leave the infirmary?” he narrowed his eyes on her.

 

“Is that what you really want to ask me right now?” she smiled softly, patting the leather cushion beside her. “Sit down, Ronon. We need to have that talk that you think is all my decision,” she hid her grin when he flushed and actually faltered in his step before he finally sat down. “Believe it or not, John had Carson run a scan on me to determine if I’m carrying your child and I wanted you to know the results,” she said softly, cupping his chin and turning his face towards her. “You are definitely a father,” she smiled, furrowing her brow an instant later when he nodded his head and returned his gaze to the floor. “I’m not taking the pill, Ronon,” she added and jumped in surprise when his head snapped up, his hazel eyes piercing hers.

 

“Why?” he choked out, barely restraining the tears that threatened to fall.

 

“Because that is not something a female would do to her invested male,” she smiled again, this time her eyes lighting up as she did.

 

“Sheppard,” he nodded his head, flushing in embarrassment.

 

“John told me and I also told him that this female is invested in this male,” she cupped his cheek, turning his face towards her again but this time moving in close, her lips a breath away from his. “I don’t know what will happen as we explore our feelings for each other but I won’t deprive you of your child no matter what the outcome,” she said with heartfelt emotion welling in her eyes.

 

“Our feelings for each other,” he breathed out in relief, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her towards him.

 

“I do have feelings for you too,” she kissed him lightly on his parted lips, returning his lazy smile when he lay flush on the sofa with her sprawled across his chest. “Now I believe you said something about seeing to my needs once we came home,” she cocked her head, a grin on her face before she squealed when he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bed.