The door slid open, and Teyla almost took a step back as Ronon towered above her. She stilled the impulse and smiled up at him. "I am sorry if I am disturbing you," she began, "but I wish to speak with you."

He raised an eyebrow and stepped aside. "Come in."

She took a moment to study his room. It was nearly barren beyond the standard bed, desk and chair. His bed was covered by the Athosian quilt and pillows she had found for him, and his sword was slung from a peg on the wall. A slightly-wilted flower drooped over the edge of one of the military-issue cups sitting on the desk.

"I take it this is about what happened on the planet," Ronon said, his voice a deep rumble behind and above her.

Teyla turned, squaring her shoulders. "Yes, and afterwards. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable at any point."

Ronon's expression didn't change. "You didn't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh." The others had also tried to assure her of that fact, but she had been able to tell that it was not true. Ronon seemed completely at ease. Teyla cocked her head to the side, trying to think of her next words. "Oh, well I am glad of that. Our friendship has come to mean much to me."

Ronon nodded. "That's not why your really here, though."

She did take a step back this time, feeling more hurt than insulted. "Do you doubt my sincerity?"

Ronon matched her movement, and suddenly Teyla felt as if she were being hunted. "No. But you came to me at night, to my quarters, at a time when I should be in bed. You didn't mean to just apologize."

Teyla flushed with the implication, and took another step backwards. She had become used to the simple intimacies of friendship with John and Rodney, and Aiden, and she had not considered what it would look like to Ronon. "That is not true," she told him firmly.

"Isn't it? If my advances are unwelcome, why are you letting me chase you? Why don't you take control, Teyla?"

Ronon took a fast step forward and swept her wrists up in his large hands, pinning her against the wall with his thigh between her own. Lust shot through her, lust almost as strong as she had felt earlier, her vision flashing gray at the edges with her need. She was panting, and he had done nothing more that put her in a hold that would be easy to break out of. She closed her eyes, struggling to understand if this was really her own desire, or if Dr. Beckett had been wrong to release her.

Ronon leaned down so his cheek brushed against her own. "Take control, Teyla."

She opened her eyes, power surging up as she stared him down. "I have always had control," Teyal said, the realization strong and liberating. She twisted her wrists as she pressed into his knees with her foot, then swiftly knocked him backwards as he lost his balance. "If we do this, it is on my terms."

He smiled, slow anticipation and challenge spreading across his face. "And those are?"

Teyla shoved hard against his chest, and he took a stumbling step backwards towards the bed. "I will let you know." She shoved again, and he sat down on the bed, still grinning. "Take off your clothes."

Ronon didn't look away from her eyes as he stood once again. He loosened the ties at his throat and then lifted his shirt off in one smooth motion. Magnificent was the only word to describe him; every muscle powerfully full, his skin sleek and smooth except for the Wraith's mark. Teyla let her eyes drop as he pushed his pants down.

Yes, magnificent was the only word.

"Sit," she ordered, and then lifted her own shirt. She stretched her arms over her head, deliberately thrusting her breasts forward, and let the cloth float to the floor behind her. Ronon was no longer smiling, his eyes wandering over her body, chest rising and falling rapidly. She smiled and stripped off her pants.

"Very nice," he growled.

She stalked forward, stepping between his spread legs, feeling his heat, admiring what she was about to have. This close, she could smell him--forest, a hint of smoke, fresh soap. She leaned forward, sniffing his neck, up his beard, and then braced her hands on his magnificent chest as she kissed him. Ronon pulled her forward, his large hands engulfing her butt, squeezing and kneading. His hard cock twitched against her thigh, and she gasped into his mouth as he slipped a finger forward, between her cheeks and into her.

Teyla pulled back, throwing her head back as he slid his finger in and out of her. She was wet and ready to come--but she wanted more. She pushed on his hand, and he pulled out and let her step back.

"No matter what," she said once she was sure of his attention, "this does not affect us off world."

Ronon nodded. "Of course."

She nodded once, then stepped around him to climb up onto the bed. She faced the wall, braced her hands, and spread her legs apart. Ronon was already climbing between her legs as she looked behind her. "Fast and hard," she instructed, and then he pushed in.

He was big. Teyla groaned, not stopping until she ran out of breath. It felt so good to finally, finally be filled. She pushed back against him. He grabbed onto her hips, pulled back, and slammed in, just like she had asked. Her breath rushed out in a squeaking gasp. She slid her hands down the wall, spread her knees farther, trying to take him as fully as she could.

Ronon was relentless, as powerful as she'd hoped. Her arms shook from pushing back against his strength, her entire body throbbing, pleasure pounding through her with every stroke. Ronon grunted in time with her own helpless moans, his fingers digging into her hip bones. She clenched her muscles tightly around him, he pulled back one more time, and as he thrust again she came, so hard that she lost her balance, slumping forward to press her face into the wall as she throbbed over and over and over.

Ronon curled his hand across her right shoulder as she recovered, braced the other against the wall, and ground into her more firmly than before. Teyla grunted at the new sensation, still twitching as he sped up impossibly fast. He bucked into her a final time as he came.

"Teyla," he whispered, slumping to the side as he released his grip.

She pushed back from the wall and slid down beside him, smiling. She was sated--for the moment.

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