No Words, No Sight by Lacenire {virgin challenge}

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Title: No Words, No Sight

Author: lacenire
Rating: NC-17

Characters: Ronon/ OFC

Warnings: Graphic Sex

Spoilers: None

Word Count: 3676

 

Disclaimers: I do not own Ronon or any characters from Stargate Atlantis, he simply inspires me like no other. I do not make money from my stories so please do not sue me.

 

Summary: He can feel her eyes on him…assessing him…wanting him.

 

 

*~*~*Part 1*~*~*

 

~She’s back ~ he thought, as he went through the next set of offensive movements with the marines who had gathered in the Gym for the daily training session.

 

This was not the first time he had felt her eyes on him as he sparred with the men. Many of Atlantis’ inmates had taken to coming to the training sessions to observe him as he trained the men. At first it had been distracting to have non-combatants crowding the wings, but Sheppard had explained that most Earthlings found his prowess phenomenal and were amazed at how easily he could defeat numerous targets. He had learned to ignore their curious eyes…but not hers. He could feel them on him…assessing him…wanting him.

 

The first time he realized that he was being watched hungrily, he had scanned the crowd of onlookers, trying to identify the individual who had penetrated his concentration so effectively. He wasn’t surprised that he had felt the difference in ‘her’ gaze…yes, he had recognized that much. His admirer was female. Years of running from the Wraith had sharpened his senses to a razor’s edge and those ‘other’ senses that baffled the others, had saved him more than one time. He trusted those senses when they told him he had caught the eye of one of the City’s females.

 

She had been watching him for two weeks now, his secret admirer, two weeks of intense probing looks. It was as if she tried to read his soul, to determine if he was worthy of her attention. He had long since gotten used to her; in fact he came to expect her presence, to look forward to the lust she projected. She never came when they had small group sessions; only when the crowd could hide her…conceal her. He had given up on finding out her identity; in fact he suspected that if he knew for sure who she was, it would cause complications. No, this way was better. He could enjoy her hot looks and fantasize about which of Atlantis’ inhabitants was lusting so greedily for him.

 

The pressure of her eyes left him a short while before the final flurry of moves and counter moves. Ronon wasn’t surprised, she always left before the session ended, perhaps fearing that he would identify her if his full attention was set to the task. He knew she had realized that he sensed her watching him; he could feel her desire every time he flexed his arms before presenting himself for the next counter move by his opponent. She knew that the flexing was for her benefit, she knew that he wanted her to want him; and yet she never revealed her identity.

 

*~*~*

 

Restless…so very restless. Off world activity had been suspended while the scientists ran their Gate diagnostics, but in the meantime he was restless! It was always difficult for him, these ‘down-times’ as Sheppard called them. He was accustomed to always being on the move, never one place for more than a day. Sparring with the men kept him active during the day, but at night…it was difficult.

 

Giving up the attempt to sleep, Ronon rose silently from the low platform and paused only long enough to pull on loose baggy pants before leaving the room. He headed to his favorite balcony, a location that provided a view of the rising moon. The halls of Atlantis were almost deserted at these hours, and no one was abroad to mark his passage.

 

Ronon leaned across the balcony, contemplating the waning moon. The first time he had seen it, he had been reminded of Sateda. Luria, the largest moon of Sateda had a similar look to it, and the same pinkish glow seemed to radiate from its surface. Thinking about Sateda always seemed to soothe his restless spirit, making him think back to a time when he had dreams of a family and a home of his own.

 

*~*~*

 

He felt her presence before she touched him. She had made no sound as she approached, yet his heightened senses had alerted him to her presence.

 

“Shhhh,” she said softly, as her hands reached around to cover his eyes.

 

The message was clear. No words, no sight. He nodded his acquiescence and she slid her hands away from his eyes, trusting him not to look at her. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she stood behind him. He made no move to turn around and waited patiently to see what she would do. He could here a rustling sound behind him and yet she seemed to make no other move.

 

The feel of her naked breasts being pressed to his back, startled him and he gasped at the warm contact. He could feel her taut, pebble-like nipples, scraping across his back as she reached around to run the palms of her hands across his bare chest and down his abdomen. She rained soft kisses across his back and allowed her questing hands to drift over the bulging front of his loose pants. He made no attempt to stop her exploration of his body and allowed her to push down the waistband of his pants as she grasped his hardening length.

 

Ronon threw back his head in pleasure as she slid her hand up and down his straining flesh. He could hear her ragged breathing behind him, signaling her own excitement. He longed to turn around and crush her to his body, yet he knew that he dare not break their pact. No words, no sight!

 

“Shhhh,” she said again, as she put one of her hands over his eyes and urged him to turn around. No words, no sight; the message was clear.

 

He did as she asked and kept his eyes closed as he turned towards her. He felt her nipples brush against his chest as she reached up to draw his head down. Her groan at the contact brought a smile to his lips as he bent his head at her urging. Warm, firm lips covered his in a moist kiss designed to tease. With a groan of his own he grabbed her waist and drew her closer as he deepened the kiss. His plunging tongue caressed hers and he rained hot kisses along her jaw and neck, sucking gently on the vein that throbbed insistently at her neck. He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her against his throbbing cock, grinding his hips against her center in a lazy rhythm that caused her to tremble as she tried to devour his tongue with her hungry kisses.

 

He felt her pushing away, and instantly released her. She had set the rules and he complied to her every urging. He felt her hands on his pants again and he waited for her to make her intentions clear. He knew she wanted him, and he was ready to satisfy them both.

 

*~*~*

 

Her warm mouth closing on his engorged flesh almost startled him into opening his eyes. He had felt her drawing down his pants and sliding her hands along his engorged length, but he had not expected her to envelop his flesh in her mouth. Nevertheless he recovered quickly and reached out his hands to brace them on the railing of the balcony, as his legs seemed to weaken in response to her actions.

 

She caressed his cock with her mouth, making him shudder with every stroke of her tongue and nip of her teeth. The warm, moist recesses of her mouth brought back memories of what it was like to make love to a woman. He hadn’t done that since he began ‘Running’ seven years ago; he wasn’t sure he remembered everything about satisfying a woman. This woman though…he wanted to satisfy her the way she was satisfying him. He wanted to make her whimper and moan in ecstasy, the way she was making him moan breathlessly. He could hear himself crying out in Satedan, and the language sounding strange to even him after so long of not hearing it.

 

He could feel his orgasm building and building, threatening to rise up and consume him. He tried to push her away, but she batted at his hands and continued to pleasure him with her mouth. She licked and sucked his pulsating length, until with a groan he allowed the orgasm to wash over him, just barely missing her face, as she finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

 

It took several minutes for him to recover his senses and become aware of his surroundings once more. He knew immediately that she had slipped away as he was crying out his release. He finally opened his eyes and looked around. He was indeed alone. It was as if the past half hour had never happened…except the sated feeling washing over him, and the pants bunched up around his ankles, told a different story.

 

She had been there; she had pleasured him and then left. He knew she’d be back though, after all, she hadn’t found release. He’d be ready when she came; he’d make her feel as much pleasure as she had made him feel. He’d make her scream with ecstasy. He’d make her scream out his name as she stared deeply into his eyes, and, to hell with ‘no words, no sight’!

 

 

*~*~*Part 2*~*~*

 

~Did I imagine it all? ~ Ronon asked himself for the hundredth time since that fateful night.

 

Two weeks passed by without a repetition of that night’s events, two weeks since the last time he felt her eyes on his body…wanting him. It wasn’t so much that she had not come to him again, it was that she had even stopped staring at him, studying him…wanting him. He went to the Gym as usual and sparred with the men as usual, but at no time did he feel that intense gaze that had been his companion for so much of the previous weeks. At no time did he experience the sensory awareness that told him whenever she entered or left his immediate vicinity.

 

He wondered what had happened to draw her away from him.

 

~It couldn’t be that night, could it? Did I disappoint her…I wonder? But how could she judge me based on that single encounter, an encounter for which she had set the rules and dictated the pace? ~

 

Seven years without a woman did not help to answer these questions. He felt frustrated and cheated. To have been so close to her, to have tasted her lips and felt her softness. She had pleasured him in a way he had never experienced and the pleasure of it haunted his dreams. Almost every night it seemed he would awaken hard and aching for her…aching to have her lips and mouth on him again. The worst was not having had her, not knowing how her body would fit to his, not knowing how she would feel around him…caressing him with her moist depths the way she had caressed him with her mouth.

 

And how would she taste? Now that she’d pleasured him with her mouth, he longed to do the same to her. He longed to bury his face in her secret place and smell her special scent.

 

~What would she taste like?~ he wondered.

 

~Would she scream out, as he had longed to do when she was pleasuring him, or would she moan softly, writhing against his tongue as he plunged it into her moist depths?~

 

It seemed as if he’d never get answers to those questions, for she had disappeared as quickly as she had first appeared.

 

*~*~*

 

The softest of knocks disturbed the silence of the night. Seven years of Running had made him a light sleeper, and the slightest of sounds would rouse him to full alertness. The knocking sounded again, as he lay wondering who would come to his room at that hour. Rising, and not bothering to pull on clothes, he headed to the door and activated the two-way speaker.

 

“Who’s there?” he asked gruffly, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.

 

No answer, it was as if he had imagined the soft knocking. Turning away, and feeling like a fool, he headed back to his sleeping platform. The knocking sounded again more insistent than before. Suddenly he knew…she was back!

 

He didn’t stop to think, before dashing back to the door to open it. He stepped back into the gloom of the room and waited for her to enter. Tentatively it seemed, her figure filled the doorway briefly before she stepped fully into his room and resealed the door, plunging them more fully into darkness. He could hear the rustling sounds of fabrics as she disrobed. He wanted her so badly, yet he waited for her to make the first move. The rules were the same it seemed…no words, no sight.

 

The brush of her naked breasts against his chest was all the encouragement he needed to reach out and pull her into a tight embrace. She stretched her arms around his waist and tilted her head to receive his kiss. A kiss…laden with all the myriad feelings of longing and lust, and more than a little worry. Ronon hadn’t realized just how important this ‘non relationship’ was to him, but her disappearance had worried him. He wondered why she had left, and more importantly, he wondered why she had returned. He wondered if he’ll ever get an answer to those questions since the rules were clear…no words, no sight.

 

Ronon reached down and lifted her into his arms before striding back to the sleeping platform. He longed to look at her face, to see it in the gloom of the room, yet he dared not. She had to be the one to break the rules; she had to be the one that said ‘there will be no rules between us’.

 

He laid her on the platform and joined her there. She grabbed onto his shoulders and tried to urge him backwards into a recumbent position. Shaking his head he pried her hands off his shoulders and using one hand, secured them above her head. He used his free hand to gently caress her heaving breasts, then lowered his head to the peaked tips and lightly flicked her erect nipples. He could feel the question she longed to ask, he could feel her rising fury at being thwarted. He had made his point clear…she had her rules of ‘no words, no sight’, but tonight was his. Tonight he’d bring an end to all rules!

 

The taste and feel of her breasts was enough to make him almost forget his resolve to break her down. She smelled of exotic fruit and spices, and her own special scent; he enveloped the nipple of the breast he held and sucked hard on it. He felt her whole body tense from the shock of the contact, and he heard the sharp intake of her breath from the pleasure of it. He sucked on her breast again and ended by licking the budded tip, before turning to her next breast to do the same. Over and over again he licked and sucked and rained tender kisses in the valley between her breasts. He could feel the lessening of the tension in the arms he held and the quickening of her breath as she fought a losing battle to remain in control.

 

He made his way lower down her body, kissing a path down her belly to finally run his tongue around her belly button, causing her flesh to quiver. He released her arms in order to move further down her body, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind as she reached down to sink her fingers into his thick hair.

 

Ronon continued to rain kisses onto her body, gradually working his way to the soft skin on the insides of her thighs. He felt the shivers that raced through her as he lightly caressed and kissed this sensitive skin, finally settling between her legs. As if she knew his intention before hand, Ronon felt her tense once more just before he plunged his tongue into the moist depths of her most secret of places.

 

He had dreamed of how she would taste, reality was nothing like the dream…it was better. Warm…salty…fruity…sweet…spicy. Her taste was indescribably and yet he was not surprised that he couldn’t pin down any single taste to assign to her. Complex, that described her, and intriguing, mysterious, and multifaceted. He tasted her again, slower this time, savoring her special taste. She sighed in pleasure as he ran his tongue over her aching flesh and sucked on the sensitive nub at the center.

 

He could hear her muffling her sighs of pleasure as he continued his onslaught on her tender flesh. Her fingers alternately dug into his hair or grasped the bundled sheets, as she twisted and moaned, struggling to keep from crying out loud. Her resistance was like a beacon, urging him on, pushing him to find just the right spot to push her over the edge. He’d had enough of the rules, he’d had enough of ‘no words, no sight’.

 

“Oh no…oh…oh…Ronon…oh Ronon!”

 

Her voice ringing out in ecstasy, as she writhed beneath him, was all he had been hoping for. With a final kiss, he reared up and plunged his straining rod into her moist flesh. Perhaps she had thought he would ease into her, as was the usual way, because she shot upright and hissed out her breath. He shook his head in disappointment and knew she understood why. She of all people should have realized that he did nothing in half measures…it had to be all or nothing. The message was clear…if she wanted to be with him then she had to learn to take all of him.

 

He filled her completely, stretching her to accommodate his bulk. He waited for her to adjust to his size, to relax from her tensed position. He could feel her body gradually loosening, moistening, and throbbing around him. He longed to pull out and stroke her again, plunging even deeper into her tight passage, it wasn’t time yet though, so he waited…waited for the signal.

 

Finally, when he thought he couldn’t wait any longer, she shifted beneath him and whimpered softly. It was the signal he had been waiting for, the signal that she wanted him to stroke her till she screamed out her release. He quickly pushed her legs even further apart as he plunged into her depths again and again. He felt her tremble every time he stroked deep, as he touched that sensitive area deep inside her.

 

Slowing the pace finally, he withdrew from her moist well. Much to his amusement she protested loudly, shouting out ‘NO!’, when she felt him withdraw completely.

 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get all of me, I just thought you’d enjoy a different position,” he said, chuckling as he urged her to turn over.

 

She stiffened at the sound of his voice, but could do nothing about it. She had broken the rules first, when she cried out his name.

 

Ronon moved to kneel behind her and pulled her backwards onto his hard length, the position allowing him to penetrate even deeper than before. She sighed and spread apart her legs even further, urging him to fill her, to make her moan. He reached around to grab her breasts, caressing them and her nipples with every plunging stroke. He could hear her groaning from the pleasure of the dual stimulation, as she pushed backwards to meet his strokes, grinding herself onto his engorged flesh.

 

He could hear her calling out his name, tightening around him as the pleasure of the moment washed over her. His own orgasm had been building some time and he had held back, waiting for her…not any more. He felt the rush of euphoria wash over him as he poured out his seed in a pulsating rush.

 

The room slowly came back into focus, and their breathing slowed to normal. Ronon pulled her into the crook of his arm and waited for her next action. He remembered well the last time, how quickly she had left, perhaps fearing that he would try to speak to her, to see who she was. He said nothing, simply waited for her decision.

 

He felt her finally stir against him, pushing out of his arms. He released her reluctantly, hating her for wanting to leave. He was fed up with the rules of ‘no words, no sight’, he was fed up with stolen moments in the dark.

 

As if she had heard his thoughts, she did not get off the platform; instead, she reached above their heads to palm the lights ‘on’. The soft glow of the night light coming on startled Ronon and made him blink his eyes shut. As he waited for his eyes to adjust to the glow, he finally understood what she had done, the decision she had made.

 

Between them there would be no barriers, there’d be no rules of ‘no words, no sight’. The rules had served a purpose, but now they were an impossible restriction. They would have to trust each other to preserve what they had found, without imposing rules of ‘no words, no sight’.

 

Gingerly, he opened his eyes and smiled at who he saw. She stared back into his eyes, waiting for his surprised reaction to her identity. It never came. With a shake of her head, she cuddled closer to him, accepting that he had known who she was for some time.

 

Rules of ‘no words, no sight’, might work with another individual, but for him the loss of two senses was not a deterrent. His hands, ears and nose, had filled in the missing pieces, leading him to her identity. He had understood then why secrecy was needed, but not between them, he firmly believed. So draping his arm around her, he said goodbye to the rules; ‘no words, no sight’ were gone forever.

 

Fin.