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Title: The Challenge
Author: angelsdee
Chapter: 2/4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/OFC
Warnings: Violence and sexual situations
Spoilers: Maybe a brief reference to Sateda and a twist on Michael.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my navel lint so don't sue. This little venture is for entertainment purposes only. No profit to be made, which sucks since I am poor and could use the funds.
Summary: Ronon fights to win Mikaela's favor while John tries to get back in her good graces.

“Do you plan on explaining to me what you meant by all of that on the bridge?” Ronon asked as he barged into Mikaela’s bathroom and stared at her through the glass enclosure. “You just lay it out there that I have the ability to operate this stuff and that you plan to bring the rest of my people together to join you and then you walk away like you didn’t just drop a bomb on me.”

“Nice to see you can override protocols on personal quarters too,” she said lightly as she massaged her fingers over her scalp. “Typically, only myself and Marcus can do that.”

“I need an explanation,” he said as he watched her wash the soap from her hair. He could feel his body’s response to the sight of her and had to shake his head to clear his desire. She turned her back to him letting the water run down her smooth skin, his eyes followed the liquid’s path and he swallowed convulsively. “Damn it,” he grumbled before he pulled the door open, grabbed her arm and yanked her wet body out of the stall. “Now!”

“Pushy,” her obsidian eyes danced over his harsh features, a smirk on her face when she noticed his gaze drift down her form. “Do I get to dry off and dress or do you plan on keeping me captive as I am?”

“Mikaela,” his eyes clenched momentarily before he met her gaze, intense need and pain filled his. “Why must you torment me? You know how badly I want you and you keep playing games with me.”

“Its all part of displaying your worth, Ronon,” her free hand ran up his forearm to rest on his shoulder. “There are too few of us remaining to take a poor mate.”

“You know my worth and I would not be a poor mate,” Ronon said in a low purr as he dragged her flush to his chest. “I have already shown you how I mate and you seemed to love it.”

“All the men of our kind are capable of pleasing their females sexually, Ronon,” she batted her eyes at him when he tensed against her. “I want an equal that can match my drive for the fight and desire to love. If I want a nice sexual encounter I could be with Marcus or Darius. They waited for me to pass my mourning period for six years before they began to display for me.”

“You will not have another male,” he fisted her long hair in his free hand pulling her head back to expose her throat. “I have waited for you to come around, I have shown my interest in continuing our relationship, and you have been nothing but a pain in my ass. You taunt me with your body knowing how much I want you and then play coy when I make my interest known.”

Mikaela could see by the fire in his eyes that she had pushed him too far. His scent and the closeness of his body to hers had her reeling. He could take her right now and she wouldn’t stop him, she couldn’t stop him. Why was she pushing him so hard to prove himself? She knew he would be the best mate for her but something inside of her wanted to see him prove it.

The thrill of watching Elias display for her was still fresh in her memory even after eight thousand years. He fought other males that displayed for her to earn her notice, he excelled in the art of war to earn her respect, and he was gentle, loving and kind when they were alone to earn her favor and heart. Eight thousand years of being with one man and it only took her six years to get over his loss but her people needed their Commander and the Satedans needed their savior.

Her eyes went wide when Ronon’s teeth clamped down on her neck, his hands sliding down to cup her ass and lift her until his leather clad erection pressed between her spread legs. ‘Oh crap,’ she gasped when his rough tongue licked at the skin he held between his teeth. ‘I’m in trouble,’ she thought through the haze building within her mind.

Ronon felt her legs wrap around his waist while he plundered her neck. He was aching to be inside her and seemed to move instinctively from the bathroom to her bedroom. His eyes never opened as he carried her to the bed. When his knees bumped against the mattress, he lowered her down immediately covering her body with his.

“Ronon,” Mikaela could barely breathe as he continued to stoke the fire within her by rubbing himself against her bare pussy. “Stop,” she whimpered when his mouth blazed a trail down her chest to engulf a nipple. “Oh crap,” she cried out as she arched her back offering herself to him.

Ronon cupped her generous breasts in his hands while his teeth and tongue ravaged the peak in his mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating and he hadn’t even moved on to sample her essence yet. Her small cries and pants made the hardness in his leathers unbearable.

He deftly moved a hand down between them to trace a finger along her damp folds before slipping inside. “Oh!” Mikaela’s hips rose up involuntarily from his touch. She was wet and ready for him. She whimpered when he withdrew his probing digit from her only to cry out when he drove his length into her warm depths. “Mi loncor,” she mumbled in her native tongue, her nails digging into his shoulders when his occupation of her body was complete.

“You feel like hot silk,” Ronon purred into her ear. “I have been craving the way you feel wrapped around me.”

“Ronon,” Mikaela gasped when he stroked deep into her with each thrust. He slipped his hands under her ass pulling her into his penetration.

He made her feel amazing, alive again after so many years alone with her pain and hatred. This man was more than the key to their continued survival, he was breaking down the barriers she built around her heart, he was becoming a part of her and deep down inside Mikaela was scared. She wasn’t surprised really because the last time she felt fear was when she sensed his abduction by the Wraith. He was her only vulnerability.

Ronon rose up on to his knees, pushing hers to the mattress beside her shoulders, watching his length slide in and out of her writhing body. He had never seen anything as erotic as Mikaela consumed by her passion. It had been so long since Ronon felt a connection to anyone. From the moment he first saw her, he knew that they were meant to be and he’d settle for nothing other than her complete surrender to him. He wanted more than her body, he wanted to crack the hard shell around her emotions and release her love.

He supported his weight on his forearms as he took her face between his hands. Her eyelids fluttered open when she felt him slow his pace to a gentle but deep glide. Ronon felt himself fall into the black depths of her eyes and for a split second he saw the woman hidden within the warrior. That was his prize and he would have it at any cost.

“I’ll do whatever you require of me,” his voice was strained from holding back his desire. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it if I can have this forever,” his mouth descended upon hers capturing her whimpers and moans with his kiss. He forced her to breathe through him as his tongue mimicked the motions of his shaft.

Mikaela broke his drugging kiss when his hips slapped the cradle of her thighs in a faster rhythm. Every thrust into her body touched her in a place that no one had before and it drove her to heights of pleasure that she didn’t know existed. “Ronon,” she cried as she felt that tingling sensation deep inside spread through her body to engulf her.

“Come with me,” Ronon growled as he increased his tempo. The sounds of slapping flesh and cries of ecstasy reverberated off the walls around them when Ronon drove them to the pinnacle of their release. He had enough sense to roll on to his back pulling her on to his chest before he collapsed.

Several minutes passed while they struggled to control their pounding hearts and heaving chests. Mikaela raised her head staring down into his eyes for a moment. Ronon could see that hidden part of her, the vulnerable side she kept buried within, and he knew it disturbed her that he brought it out. He didn’t say a word while she studied his gaze and finally lowered her head to rest over his heart.

He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding before he wrapped his arms around her back and held her to him. “We should get back to the others,” she mumbled against his flesh. Ronon couldn’t recall how or when he had lost his shirt.

“We have time,” he said softly stroking a hand over her hair and back. “They are in heaven right now walking around this creation of yours and trying to find a way to convince you to make more. Let them dream while we rest then we’ll get cleaned up and join them for lunch.”

“I won’t build them ships,” Mikaela said after a minute of silence. “And it isn’t because I don’t trust them or because I’m angry. My ships can only be operated by our kind. I don’t have the time or inclination to reprogram the nanites to accommodate the humans with or without the Ancient Gene. Maybe in between battles I will work on adapting the tech to allow the humans to pilot them manually but for now I will find your people and introduce them to their makers and a means of turning this war to our favor.”

“I will help you find them,” he said with a smile. “I know where some of them are and it seems like they keep tabs on each other’s whereabouts. I think you should consider letting Sheppard and the others accompany us to Belkan. It would make him feel better if he thinks there is a strong chance that you will remain allied with Atlantis.”

“I plan on remaining allied with them but that does not mean that I’ll give them whatever they want. These Earthlings are way too pushy,” she began to laugh when Ronon did. “I’m serious. They need to be brought down a bit so that they aren’t so damn demanding. And they have the audacity to whine when they don’t get their way. It just proves how infantile I’ve thought them to be.”

“They give selflessly to help others but I know what you mean. Well at least with McKay,” Ronon laughed softly holding her close to his chest, their bodies still intimately joined.

“Please, John is just as bad. You should have seen the look on his face when he came to my quarters before our sparring session,” she nuzzled the side of her face over his heart listening to the comforting beat in her ear. “The man thinks that puppy dog look can get him anywhere along with that cocky smile. Pathetic,” she mumbled drowsily before she drifted off in his arms.


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Feb. 20th, 2008 06:11 pm (UTC)
very hot :)
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