"I don't understand," Ronon said as they stood a few feet from the water, "I thought Earth was full of water."
"It is, but not a lot of it is in Wisconsin. It is not that big of a deal—lots of people can't swim. It's not something you have to know."
"Well, now you can learn," Ronon said, as he began pulling off his clothes.
"What…what are you doing?" Jen said, her eyes widening, "Someone might see."
He smirked, and enjoyed the way her face flushed as he shed his pants, "No one's around, besides you can't swim in your clothes."
"That's what you have a swim suit for," she said, but he was already swimming, his strong, powerful arms moving through the water.
He treaded water, staying in one spot and just stared at her, watching her bite her lip as she argued with herself.
"Fine," she said, pulling her shirt off, "but you better not let me drown."
A few seconds later she was naked and slowly wading into the water. Ronon was watching her with unabashed lust.
"You better control yourself," she said, shaking her finger at him, "No fooling around until you teach me to….ahhh," she screamed as he grabbed her and pulled her into water too deep to stand in.
Her arms and legs encircled his body, her face buried in his neck as she clung to him like a barnacle….a very naked and sexy barnacle.
"Doc, I've changed my mind," he said.
She pulled away just enough to look at him, "About what?"
He smirked and kissed her, "I don't think I'm going to teach you to swim after all."
Her eyes widened, "Ronon, you can't….don't do that….wait…wait….ohhhhhh."