The First Thanksgiving
Disclaimer - Sorry to break it to you, but I don't own SGA.
Rating - T
Pairing - Ronon/Jenn
Summary - Ronon and Jenn's first Thanksgiving together. Like you couldn't guess.
He came into their rooms to find Jenn flying across the room with the fire extinguisher. Smoke poured out of the kitchenette. Ronon jogged to open the window. He turned back around to see Jenn spraying the fire extinguisher in the oven.
Jenn turned around with a bright smile pasted across her smokey face. "What you doing back so soon?"
"Teyla wrapped up the negotiations. Something about needing to get to New Athos." Ronon couldn't help but wait by the window and watch the smoke stream out. "What're you doing?" he asked in an offhand manner.
It was the deliberate, unsurprised manner he used that made Jenn blush. "It's Thanksgiving tomorrow." As if that explained everything.
"Yeah, Melissa in the mess hall has been cooking for the last week." Ronon was still trying to figure out why he was breathing in the smokey air.
"It's Thanksgiving. In America, it's a day to celebrate the harvest, family, stuff like that." She nodded hopefully. All she got for that effort was an eyebrow raised in a question.
"Families get together and everyone brings something for the dinner." Her eyes became distant as she was lost in memories. "Mom was just starting to teach me to cook when she died."
Now Ronon knew why a burned smell still hung in the air.
"About the only thing I really learned to make was pumpkin pie." Jenn flashed a rueful glance over to the oven. "I wanted to make something for us." She tried to wipe a smudge of smoke off her forehead but it just spread down to her cheek.
Ronon scooped her up in his arms, despite her squeal of surprise, and carried her to the couch across the room. He settled her across his lap. "If you wanted a private celebration, all you have to do is say something. We don't need a pie," he rumbled as he nuzzled her neck.
Jenn was trying very hard not to be distracted. "It's Thanksgiving. Food is supposed to be involved."
Ronon added nipping her ear to the nuzzling. "I remember pumpkin pie. Isn't it usually topped with whipped cram?"
"Mmhmm," Jenn responded with a sigh.
"Problem solved. We have a private," Jenn shivered at hte way he said private, "celebration with whipped cream."
A/N - So it's just five or so months late. But I got this idea sitting in my hotel room this last Thansgiving. Reviews are like cookies and cream ice cream. Yummy!