The Problem
Rating: M, contains yaoi (M/M), mild kissing.
Diclaimer: Doesn't belong to me blah blah. Go ahead and sue if you want but I have 3.50 at the moment which I'm about to go spend on lunch, so hurry up if you want the cash.
Note: This is a one shot out of a larger story that I'm trying to write. Except this wouldn't fit in anywhere. And it wouldn't go away! So it's a oneshot. Oh yeah, have mercy upon my english, second language and all.
The problem had first arisen at an obligatory first aid course. The problem was the 'kiss of life' as Beckett called it and the fact that there was a not so subtle line to be Ronon's patient awaiting the kiss of life. Which the ladies had a way of trying to turn into an impromptu kiss or giggle at the wrong moment. Which really irritated Beckett, made Ronon more intractable than usual and made the rest of his team fall over laughing. And as Teylor was off world and Weir was occupied with whatever grilling she was currently getting from Earth, the list of people who didn't go all giggly or swoon at Ronon's feet was limited, very limited. So Beckett assigned him a member of the marines to practice on. Liam. A shit stirring young Irishman who merely rolled his eyes after a death glare from the Doc.
So Ronon had learned the 'kiss of life'. And the young Irish sniper had learnt how it felt to be on the end of some fairly rampant rumors. Mainly started by the females. He was sick of walking into a room and feeling all eyes on him. Watching Ronon and him whenever they were together. Seeing the ladies whisper about how the training sessions were a little heavier than normal, if you got their meaning. And he had reached cracking point. He had tried ignoring it, laughing about it, everything but this. So as he walked in that Friday for lunch, hearing the gossip floating around again cracked him over the edge. Somewhere his hind brain was telling he could end up in the infirmary if the recipient didn't take this the right way, Liam walked purposefully up to Ronon. A pair of surprised dark eyes blinked down at him as he pulled the dreadlocked head down to him and gave him a firm but no nonsense kiss on the lips. Letting the shocked ex-runner go he looked around at the openly gaping and silent cafeteria. "Now that was a kiss, just so you have something to gossip about." He turned to walk out and was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder then he was spun around and somebody was giving a very thorough kiss. One that he could feel in the soles of his feet. He almost staggered as he was released and looked up into the dancing dark eyes of the Satdaen. "Now that was a kiss." Ronon corrected into the stunned silence before he exited the cafeteria with a lazy relaxed stride. "Have a seat." Teyla said with a small smile as she looked up at the shocked Irishman. Just another mystery in the Pegasus Galaxy.