Sharing Sleep Space Cliché
Disclaimer: I still don't own Stargate. It is on my Christmas list if anyone wants to put it under my tree!
Rating: K
Pairing: Ronon/Jenn
Episode: Before Sunday (317)
Summary: A cliché fic. It's been done to death throughout the fandoms, but why not? A series of stories in which Ronon and Jenn must share a bed. I'm planning on keeping it all K - K+. For Intentions Day 2018.
"Would you just lay still?" Ronon grumbled as Doctor Keller's elbow met his rib – again. It was a poor village hosting them. The only lodgings they had to offer was the hayloft in a barn. In late winter. The days were bordering on nice, but the nights were still chilly even is the straw with the animals warming up the space. Fortunately, seven years of survival dictated that Ronon always carry a bedroll so they were a bit more warm.
But they had to snuggle up.
The last woman he had this close to him was Melena. Part of him felt like the lowest of vermin. He missed her every day. They had been heartmates for ages before they formalized their relationship with the Cirque Ceremony.
And here he was laying with another woman..
One who felt good in his arms. She was soft and warm and alive. And fidgeting. Every so often, she'd shift and press against his groin, or turn and his hand – briefly, he was trying to avoid this – her soft breasts.
He was forcibly reminded that he was still alive. And, as much as he missed Melena, it made for lonely nights.
"Sorry," Jennifer mumbled. "I'm not used to sharing a bed." She twisted again tucking the bedroll around her. "I keep jabbing you, don't I?"
"I'll live," he sighed. "Not used to sharing either." There. Opened door now closed. He hadn't talked about his past with anyone. Of course, no one asked.
"Really." Jennifer sounded skeptical.
"My wife," easiest explanation there, "died in the siege." He still wasn't used to talking about Sateda. The Team, Weir and Beckett all knew and didn't pry. Seemed everyone else followed their lead. More, he didn't want to talk about it. The loss was too enormous.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Jennifer tried to shift and give him more room. But that let yet another ache in his heart. Was he such a selfish bastard they couldn't share body heat for a night? He'd been willing to with his team.
Ronon shifted his weight and slid an arm under her cheek nestling them together. "Nevermind. We need some sleep, so sleep."
The scent of her shampoo tickled his nose and he realized the true danger. He missed sharing his life with a woman. The soft things that made life living instead of existing. The scent of shampoo, an extra pillow on his bed, someone to come home to.
More, she didn't seem the type to want to stay on Atlantis. What would it be to move forward with her and she eventually went back home and never looked back?
Still, was he really ready to move forward? It didn't feel quite right.
Yet.
He'd have to see what the months to come would bring. Ronon rested his chin above her head and settled into sleep.
A/N: Ok, so here it is. Maybe with cliches like this and others, I can break out of my non writing funk. Who knows. Reviews are wonderful! Happy Intentions Day!