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24 September 2006 @ 05:15 pm
FIC: Weapon of Choice (Het, SG1/SGA, Ronon/Sam, ADULT)  
Summary: She doesn't know Ronon. At all. But she wants to.

NOTE: For medie's Porn Battle, via sabaceanbabe. This is the long version, cuz I can't write even a PWP that fits in a comment. I fail at drabbles too.

Warning: NC-17, PWP, based casually on "Pegasus Project". Not beta'd. Grammar errors and stupid English usage entirely my fault.



Sam had heard of Ronon, of course. She had seen his picture in one of Weir's updates. She knew he was a member of Sheppard's team, and a good fighter. She put him in the mental box labeled "Pegasus Teal'c" and didn't think about him at all.

But Ronon wasn't Teal'c. He had none of Teal'c's wisdom or his deep-seated warrior nature. Instead, Ronon burned. From the moment she saw him, he filled her senses, and she couldn't even look at him, because it made her heart race and her palms sweat and she forgot what she was saying.

And he knew it. He smirked every time she looked and looked away. She wasn't surprised, when the briefing broke up, that he was following her. For such a big man, he was silent on his feet.

"Sam," his voice was deep.

The sound of her name on his lips was like a gun shot. She stopped and found herself backing against the wall, plastering a smile on her face. "Yes?" But her heart was fluttering. He was so close.

He leaned nearer and she thought she might stop breathing. He whispered, "Two hours. My room."

Then he was walking away, and she watched, admiring his grace and fine ass in his tight pants. But she reminded herself that she was an officer and she shouldn't be thinking about having sex with a perfect stranger. No matter how unbelievably hot he was.

Two hours later the door slid open as soon as she approached.

The room was lit only by moonlight coming through the wide windows.

"I'm glad you're here." She whirled around, having not heard him so close to her. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a necklace with a little sheathed knife hanging from it, like her dogtags. She ached at how much she wanted to put her hands on his shoulders and taste the skin of his chest.

She pulled her own shirt off and dumped her bra next to it on the floor while he watched. He had to lick his lips when her breasts were bare and she was glad that she was doing something to him too.

He pulled her close, mouth to mouth in a bruising, devouring kiss and she indulged her fingers in their need to touch him everywhere she could reach, even when he was sucking at her neck and making her sex vibrate with urgency. Her hands slid down across his hips and between them. The leather was no barrier to feeling his shape. He growled, grinding his hips against her hand, and then he was opening her pants and pushing them and panties down.

His fingers pushed through her hair and between her legs, parting her with a finger that felt rough on her softness. She fell against him, feeling small, as he pushed that finger inside. "Oh God, please, don't stop," she begged, and turned her head to find one of his nipples. Fastening her lips to it, she sucked it, hard, and felt the jolt go through him, how his hand stilled inside her.

Then he redoubled his efforts, two fingers now stroking her and finding her hard little clit. She had both hands on his shoulders to keep herself upright, as he played with her - a knot of fire growing and tightening inside. She could feel her juice dripping down one leg, and still he worked her. Tension gripped her, unbearable, and she twitched her hips and arched her back to get more. His other hand caressed up her flank to cup her breast, thumb sliding across her nipple.

A throaty mewling came from her, as the tension broke across her in waves.

"Bed," he said roughly and pushed her backward.

She fell onto his bed. He didn't follow right away, undoing his belt. He had to remove two knives from the side seams before he could peel the pants off. She was unsurprised that he was bare underneath.

His weapon wasn't quite ready to fuck her, she saw and knew she'd have to do something about that. But she lifted a hand and crooked her finger at him, "Come here."

He crawled on top of her, sinuous as a panther, until he was right above her, eyes black and needy. His mouth joined hers again, and her hands went down his back to hold his ass, while she tongued him as deep as she could.

She slipped her right hand between them, searching for his cock. She gripped it and he groaned into her lips, turning his head away to gasp as she pulled his foreskin back and rubbed the tip with her thumb. Grinning at the length hardening in her hand, she let her pinky skim his balls.

His body twitched and he groaned into her neck, pushing into her grip, before he took her arms and forced her hands away. "Turn over," he said and helped flip her over, and with his hands on her hips, pulled her up on her knees.

He pushed his cock into her, starting slowly so she would get used to his erect size. She let out a long sigh, shuddering as she got fuller and fuller. Her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her as she pushed back to take him all. She clenched on him, and his sound made her clit throb.

He began to move, his fingers tight on her hips to bring her tight and hard into him. God, every time he went deep he touched something that was almost unbearable. She pushed back, impaling herself on him, needing more.

He went first with a grunt, grinding into her, holding her still. Then while he was still deep, he snaked one hand around her hip and rubbed one finger across her clit.

She cried out, flinging herself upright and back into his chest as she rode the heat sliding through her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her up, as she shuddered.

"Holy Hannah," she breathed. Her fingers were trembling as she brushed back her sweaty hair.

He kissed her cheek and gently caressed her tender breasts. "You should come to Atlantis more often," he rumbled in her ear.

"If I can have this every time, I will," she promised and turned around.

He gave her a smile that melted her in a way that the sex hadn't. "Okay."

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weissmanweissman on September 25th, 2006 01:27 am (UTC)
Wow!

Bob
lizardbeth: Helo-Sharon fanficlizardbeth_j on September 25th, 2006 05:06 am (UTC)
It's all about the smut in this one. Glad I could reduce you to speechlessness! :)

Just Another Nutty Fangirlaudreyscastle on September 25th, 2006 04:07 am (UTC)
Wow :) Definitely a pairing I hadn't pictured before, but that was hawt.
lizardbeth: Maleklizardbeth_j on September 25th, 2006 05:28 am (UTC)
heh, me neither. The prompt just sort of called to me, so I thought I'd scribble it. Didn't take long. But I think Ronon's hot, so that probably helped. :)

Thanks!

Christina Lollobrigida :: that lavender blonde ::: SG:A = Ronon Dex [tongue]lollobrigida on September 25th, 2006 06:12 am (UTC)
Mmmmm. Ronon. I was skimming the SG-a-palooza of porn and was like eh? Ronon? I know not of this Sam chickie, but she is like in EVERY SINGLE PORN. So I clicked. I clicked and it was good.

Very hot. Lovely. Mmmm. Ronon.
lizardbeth: SGAlizardbeth_j on September 25th, 2006 04:36 pm (UTC)
mmnm... Ronon. yes...

"SG-a-palooza of porn" *dies* So true. :)

Thanks!
carpenyx: Stargate: Atlantis - Ronon - Grincarpenyx on September 25th, 2006 12:47 pm (UTC)
Wow.

Never pictured this pairing, but you made it believable. Thanks for sharing!
lizardbeth: Cam-cuffslizardbeth_j on September 25th, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC)
Yeah, not exactly a common pairing, is it? *snerk* I'd never have come up with it on my own, but since Ronon is Teh HAWT, I can see Sam getting blown away. And they both need some lovin'.

thanks! :D



The Proverbial Bull in a China Shop...: Aerynsabaceanbabe on September 26th, 2006 01:36 pm (UTC)
Finally got a chance to read this. Oh, my.

Loved(!):

She put him in the mental box labeled "Pegasus Teal'c" and didn't think about him at all.

and

He leaned nearer and she thought she might stop breathing. He whispered, "Two hours. My room."

and

He kissed her cheek and gently caressed her tender breasts. "You should come to Atlantis more often," he rumbled in her ear.

"If I can have this every time, I will," she promised and turned around.

He gave her a smile that melted her in a way that the sex hadn't. "Okay."


Oh, I could totally hear Ronon's voice when he spoke. :)
lizardbeth: Anderslizardbeth_j on September 26th, 2006 09:11 pm (UTC)
I think you found all the times Ronon spoke. :) Thanks.

Y'know, you get some of the blame credit for this, so thanks for the heads up too. I probably wouldn't have found it in time nor been so inspired. :D