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sga_flashficTitle: Reminders
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elizabeth/Ronon
Spoilers: Through 'The Return' in S3
*Warnings*: None
Word Count: 1,291
Summary: She tried to imprint the memory of his kisses, the feel of his hands, the warmth of his touch... so that she'd have something, anything, to take with her.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And I'm totally not making a profit.
Author's Note: missing scenes from The Return. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_flashfic Return challenge. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wesleysgirl for the beta!
~~
He came in just after John left. She was still staring out at the city skyline, already feeling the ache of loss. His hands, warm and steady, landed on her shoulders. She leaned back against him, his large frame familiar and comforting.
They hadn't been together long, not long enough yet for either of them to admit to the other how they really felt. But Elizabeth acknowledged silently that there was something to admit.
She turned abruptly, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and laying her cheek against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat thumping softly against her ear. “Ronon."
He kissed the top of her head, his own arms pulling her in as close as possible. “Elizabeth." There was something in his voice then, something Elizabeth couldn't describe. She wanted to believe that it meant he at least felt something for her in return.
“You could come with us." She blurted the words before she had time to think. Her face immediately heated and she was glad she'd buried it against his chest so he wouldn't see.
“Sheppard already asked."
In that one second after he said the words she allowed herself to hope, to believe that Ronon had said yes.
“You know I can't." His voice was full of regret. It made an irrational anger burn through her.
“You mean won't."
Ronon sighed, but didn't argue. In the next instant Elizabeth's anger evaporated, leaving her feeling sad and disappointed. She clung to him, pressing her forehead to his chest and blinking back the emotion from her eyes.
He pressed his finger to her chin, tilting her face up for a chaste kiss. “I'm sorry."
She nodded her head but couldn't speak.
He kissed her again, deeper, hungrier. Elizabeth responded in kind, already feeling a desperation that had her clawing at his clothes, trying to reach bare skin.
Ronon helped and soon they were both naked. He was hard against her, the heat of his erection warming her belly. She groaned as he rubbed against her, taking her mouth with a hard sweep of his tongue. He bit at her lips, feral and possessive.
The first time they'd made love she'd felt a thrill at his possessiveness. It made her feel strangely feminine and protected. In the daylight hours she told herself that it was ridiculous, but she couldn't help the way she felt in his arms at night.
He bit his way down her throat, stopping to worry at a sensitive spot here and there. Elizabeth hoped that he was leaving bruises, reminders for at least a few days of what she was leaving behind.
Wetness closed over her nipple, making her gasp. She reached for him, her fingers burying themselves in his unruly hair. She'd always thought his dreads had made him look just a little savage, had always admitted that they were a part of what made him so attractive. Her fingertips pressed against his scalp, his hair rubbing against her palms.
Elizabeth moaned, guiding him closer, asking in a hoarse voice for him to suck harder. She wanted to feel everything, wanted to be sore for days, weeks. “Please."
Before she could say anything else Ronon bent and caught her behind the knees, lifting her against his chest. Leaning down, he kissed her again, walking them blindly to her bed. He put her down, his eyes devouring as he loomed over her.
The hunger she saw in his eyes made her a little crazy. For just a moment she entertained the thought of asking him to forget everything and make love to her. To make their last night together count. She wondered what it would be like, how she would feel if nine months from tonight she had an entirely different kind of reminder of their time together.
Everything inside her contracted, tightening, at the thought.
When she looked up again he was beside her, already rolling on the condom. She wanted to reach out and stay his hand, but knew she couldn't. Knew she wouldn't.
Ronon's eyes caught hers as he reached down to press one long finger inside her. His thumb rubbed circles over the nub of her clitoris as he thrust in and out with his finger, stretching her.
“Yes, Ronon, please."
“Don't close your eyes." His voice was rough and deep, commanding her.
She tried, her eyes snapping open even as her body bowed with each thrust.
“Yeah." Ronon smiled, easing the head of his cock inside of her. “I want to see you."
She bit her lip as he pushed into her, his thickness sharply familiar. Her back arched as she accepted him, and she groaned when he began to pull out only to thrust back in.
He stared at her, never breaking eye contact as he took her. Elizabeth felt almost as if he were trying to tell her something. As if he were trying to communicate without words. She pushed those thoughts aside, not wanting to think, just wanting to feel him inside her. Slick and hot, they moved together.
Ronon grunted above her, nostrils flaring as he shifted them both so he could go deeper. He released her hip to cover one of her breasts with his big hand, massaging and rubbing her until she was writhing against the soft caress.
Then he reached for her, rubbing and pinching at the crest of her mound until she was whimpering with need. Until she was breaking apart and crying out beneath him. Ronon's own thrusts turned wild as she contracted around him, and then he was groaning and throbbing inside her.
When she came back to herself he'd withdrawn and settled on her side, but his arm was around her, keeping her close. Words stuck in her throat, aching to get out, but she just snuggled closer.
They made love over and over again that night. She tried to imprint the memory of his kisses, the feel of his hands, the warmth of his touch... so that she'd have something, anything, to take with her.
When she woke up in the morning alone, the bed cold beside her, she tried not to think about what that meant. Tried not to think about the last time a man she thought she loved hadn't loved her enough. Tried not to compare the two.
Ronon had a reason, a real reason, to stay. She knew that.
When they saw each other again in the Gateroom there wasn't anything left to say. With John and Rodney and the others there she didn't feel comfortable doing anything but giving him one last long, meaningful look.
And then she walked through the gate.
~~
It was cold in her apartment. The sweats she was wearing didn't seem to be enough. Elizabeth pulled an afghan off the back of her couch and tucked it around her legs.
She felt empty, hollow inside.
They'd lost Atlantis. In some ways she thinks maybe it would have been better to have lost it entirely. To have destroyed it when the Wraith first came. At least then they wouldn't have to feel this terrible, aching jealousy.
She sighed, chafing her legs through the blanket.
Elizabeth admitted, if only to herself, that losing Atlantis wasn't the only thing that had left her raw and bleeding.
The others kept calling, kept trying to draw her out again. But she wasn't ready, didn't know if she'd ever be ready. And it wasn't as if she could talk to anyone about it.
He was the one person she could confide in. But he wasn't here.
She hadn't just lost the city. She'd lost him, too.
THE END
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elizabeth/Ronon
Spoilers: Through 'The Return' in S3
*Warnings*: None
Word Count: 1,291
Summary: She tried to imprint the memory of his kisses, the feel of his hands, the warmth of his touch... so that she'd have something, anything, to take with her.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And I'm totally not making a profit.
Author's Note: missing scenes from The Return. Written for
sga_flashfic Return challenge. Thanks to wesleysgirl for the beta! ~~
He came in just after John left. She was still staring out at the city skyline, already feeling the ache of loss. His hands, warm and steady, landed on her shoulders. She leaned back against him, his large frame familiar and comforting.
They hadn't been together long, not long enough yet for either of them to admit to the other how they really felt. But Elizabeth acknowledged silently that there was something to admit.
She turned abruptly, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and laying her cheek against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat thumping softly against her ear. “Ronon."
He kissed the top of her head, his own arms pulling her in as close as possible. “Elizabeth." There was something in his voice then, something Elizabeth couldn't describe. She wanted to believe that it meant he at least felt something for her in return.
“You could come with us." She blurted the words before she had time to think. Her face immediately heated and she was glad she'd buried it against his chest so he wouldn't see.
“Sheppard already asked."
In that one second after he said the words she allowed herself to hope, to believe that Ronon had said yes.
“You know I can't." His voice was full of regret. It made an irrational anger burn through her.
“You mean won't."
Ronon sighed, but didn't argue. In the next instant Elizabeth's anger evaporated, leaving her feeling sad and disappointed. She clung to him, pressing her forehead to his chest and blinking back the emotion from her eyes.
He pressed his finger to her chin, tilting her face up for a chaste kiss. “I'm sorry."
She nodded her head but couldn't speak.
He kissed her again, deeper, hungrier. Elizabeth responded in kind, already feeling a desperation that had her clawing at his clothes, trying to reach bare skin.
Ronon helped and soon they were both naked. He was hard against her, the heat of his erection warming her belly. She groaned as he rubbed against her, taking her mouth with a hard sweep of his tongue. He bit at her lips, feral and possessive.
The first time they'd made love she'd felt a thrill at his possessiveness. It made her feel strangely feminine and protected. In the daylight hours she told herself that it was ridiculous, but she couldn't help the way she felt in his arms at night.
He bit his way down her throat, stopping to worry at a sensitive spot here and there. Elizabeth hoped that he was leaving bruises, reminders for at least a few days of what she was leaving behind.
Wetness closed over her nipple, making her gasp. She reached for him, her fingers burying themselves in his unruly hair. She'd always thought his dreads had made him look just a little savage, had always admitted that they were a part of what made him so attractive. Her fingertips pressed against his scalp, his hair rubbing against her palms.
Elizabeth moaned, guiding him closer, asking in a hoarse voice for him to suck harder. She wanted to feel everything, wanted to be sore for days, weeks. “Please."
Before she could say anything else Ronon bent and caught her behind the knees, lifting her against his chest. Leaning down, he kissed her again, walking them blindly to her bed. He put her down, his eyes devouring as he loomed over her.
The hunger she saw in his eyes made her a little crazy. For just a moment she entertained the thought of asking him to forget everything and make love to her. To make their last night together count. She wondered what it would be like, how she would feel if nine months from tonight she had an entirely different kind of reminder of their time together.
Everything inside her contracted, tightening, at the thought.
When she looked up again he was beside her, already rolling on the condom. She wanted to reach out and stay his hand, but knew she couldn't. Knew she wouldn't.
Ronon's eyes caught hers as he reached down to press one long finger inside her. His thumb rubbed circles over the nub of her clitoris as he thrust in and out with his finger, stretching her.
“Yes, Ronon, please."
“Don't close your eyes." His voice was rough and deep, commanding her.
She tried, her eyes snapping open even as her body bowed with each thrust.
“Yeah." Ronon smiled, easing the head of his cock inside of her. “I want to see you."
She bit her lip as he pushed into her, his thickness sharply familiar. Her back arched as she accepted him, and she groaned when he began to pull out only to thrust back in.
He stared at her, never breaking eye contact as he took her. Elizabeth felt almost as if he were trying to tell her something. As if he were trying to communicate without words. She pushed those thoughts aside, not wanting to think, just wanting to feel him inside her. Slick and hot, they moved together.
Ronon grunted above her, nostrils flaring as he shifted them both so he could go deeper. He released her hip to cover one of her breasts with his big hand, massaging and rubbing her until she was writhing against the soft caress.
Then he reached for her, rubbing and pinching at the crest of her mound until she was whimpering with need. Until she was breaking apart and crying out beneath him. Ronon's own thrusts turned wild as she contracted around him, and then he was groaning and throbbing inside her.
When she came back to herself he'd withdrawn and settled on her side, but his arm was around her, keeping her close. Words stuck in her throat, aching to get out, but she just snuggled closer.
They made love over and over again that night. She tried to imprint the memory of his kisses, the feel of his hands, the warmth of his touch... so that she'd have something, anything, to take with her.
When she woke up in the morning alone, the bed cold beside her, she tried not to think about what that meant. Tried not to think about the last time a man she thought she loved hadn't loved her enough. Tried not to compare the two.
Ronon had a reason, a real reason, to stay. She knew that.
When they saw each other again in the Gateroom there wasn't anything left to say. With John and Rodney and the others there she didn't feel comfortable doing anything but giving him one last long, meaningful look.
And then she walked through the gate.
~~
It was cold in her apartment. The sweats she was wearing didn't seem to be enough. Elizabeth pulled an afghan off the back of her couch and tucked it around her legs.
She felt empty, hollow inside.
They'd lost Atlantis. In some ways she thinks maybe it would have been better to have lost it entirely. To have destroyed it when the Wraith first came. At least then they wouldn't have to feel this terrible, aching jealousy.
She sighed, chafing her legs through the blanket.
Elizabeth admitted, if only to herself, that losing Atlantis wasn't the only thing that had left her raw and bleeding.
The others kept calling, kept trying to draw her out again. But she wasn't ready, didn't know if she'd ever be ready. And it wasn't as if she could talk to anyone about it.
He was the one person she could confide in. But he wasn't here.
She hadn't just lost the city. She'd lost him, too.
THE END
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Date: 2007-04-20 12:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-20 12:26 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-04-20 12:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-20 01:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-20 02:57 am (UTC)Your spot on. Poor Lizzie.
HUGS!
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Date: 2007-04-20 03:02 am (UTC)Very nice...
Date: 2007-04-20 04:55 am (UTC)So often Ronon/Elizabeth writers tend to go with the primal sex and leave out the emotion, but you've got both and it's perfect.
Re: Very nice...
Date: 2007-04-20 01:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-20 11:30 am (UTC)Dee ;)
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Date: 2007-04-20 01:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-20 01:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-20 01:58 pm (UTC)