Title: The Wolf And The Fox
Rating: M (for later chapters. Sex and violence)
Pairing: Ronon/Adaria
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis is not mine. If it was, Ronon would be in my bed right now ;P
Summary: He is power and she is skill. He believed that none of the females from his planet survived and she believes that she is the only one who made it out alive. Both ran for their lives for seven years. Hurt, pain, hate, and betrayal is all they feel. But when they meet, new feelings arise. Lust, feed, and maybe even love. But these things don't come without a price.
Sidenote: Been really busy, so I haven't had much time to update. Plus, I want more reviews Xx

Chatper Four

Adaria stalked down the hallways, heading toward the training room. The conversation with Colonel Sheppard was very intriguing, and yet a bit disconsolation. After seeing her now wasteland planet on what these people called a satellite, Sheppard explain her options. She could be either join the team or returned to any plant she wished. But before he let her consider her options, he reminded her that she didn't have a home to go to. After contemplating the idea in her mind, she decided that it would be best for her to join. Having no place to go, she didn't really have much of a choice.

She was a bit aggravated by the guard that was ordered to follow her around. Since she wasn't completely part of the team, Weir wanted to talk to her before making any decisions; so a guard followed her around to make sure she didn't raise any havoc in the base. He looked like your typical guard. Equipped with guns, knives, and wearing bullet proof armor. Not to mention a stern look like most guards had. But his eyes failed his face. They were shining sapphires that held certain type of kindness to them, the type that you don't see in someone who hasn't actually killed someone. She bet that the guard was new to the job.

But having a guard did have its advantages Adaria thought as she came to a halt. She cocked her head to her guard and asked where to go from there. He pointed left and she walked off in that direction. It was very helpful to have him around to help her guide her way through the base. After all, she'd never been here before and the base seemed all too much like a maze.

Adaria stopped in front of a door that she guessed why the training room. Being in her quarters for that long of a time seemed like a cage to her. She felt like an animal that couldn't stretch its legs. Meditation just wasn't working for her, and she wanted, no, needed something physical.

Opening the door, she was greeted to a very calm ambience type room. The light was dim, yet made everything very visible. A massive mat lay on the floor and the room was very spacious. More than enough room for her to maneuver around. Her eyes darted to the left wall closeted to her and saw a hefty size bamboo staff. Picking it up and gliding to the middle of the room, she began her training. She practiced all of the traditional stances. Spinning the staff around, she twisted her body around the mat, working up a sweat.

She hardly noticed a masculine warrior walk into the room, his eyes following every curved of her body as she 'danced' around the room.

Ronon headed in the direction of the training room, hoping that no one would be there at this time of day. The base was enormous, but he sill felt all to crowded. An aching feeling started to set in him arms because he hadn't trained at all today. It felt like an overload of energy was placed in his body and he needed to release it.

He made his way to the room, only to find a very arousing site in front of him. Adaria practiced her fighting with a long bamboo staff. She moved about the room in very tight, hip hugging, onyx colored pants, and form fitting white top that was cut off so it showed her midriff, that she most likely was giving to her from Teyla.

Her body looked so inviting as her breath came out in heavy pants and her skin glistened with a light layer of sweat. Her waste length red hair, that would make any ruby jealous, was tied up in a high ponytail and flowed around her body when she moved. She looked like a warrior goddess.

Ronon realized that he wasn't breathing. Her body captivated him to the brink of being completely breathless. He had never seen a woman so alluring before. Her body movements held so much elegance and yet he knew that she was very deadly. She had already intoxicated his mind with naughty little thoughts of her. Ronon knew that this girl was poison, a type of poison that would be sweet to taste.

Adaria finally noticed that someone had entered the room and paused what she was doing. She looked at Ronon, trying to catch her breath, and raised an eyebrow in question.

Ronon pushed himself off the door and walked near the weapon rack.

"Not to shabby," he said to Adaria while throwing a glance her way.

"Thanks," she said as a smirk slipped on her face. "You know how to fight with these?"

"Yes," Ronon said with a hint of pride in his voice, "I've been trained quite well with these."

He then proceeded to pick up a staff similar to Adaria's and turned back facing her.

"Care to spar a bit?"

"Sure." She said back with a sly smile on her face. It had been so long since she sparred with another person. She was quite glad too finally after all these years to be able to spar with someone. Plus, she wanted to see how skilled this guy was.

Ronon walked over to Adaria and took place a couple feet away from her. After both of them bowing their heads quickly, they attacked. Ronon was faster then she expected. She hauled her body away from his attacks and dodged any blows from his staff.

Adaria noticed something that exasperated her. When Ronon would come close to hitting her, he would hesitate slightly. She became very abhorrence at the fact that he was going easy on her. Most likely because she's a female.

A small growl emerged from the back of her throat. She pushed herself behind Ronon and kicked the back of his knee, causes him to plummet onto his knees. Adaria wrapped her arm around his throat, constricting him in the process. Dropping her staff and snatching a hefty amount of his hair, she jerked his head back toward her so she could take directly into his right ear.

"Either you fight to your culminate and stop going easy on me, or I'm leaving." She hissed at him. "Stop being so pathetic".

With that being said, Ronon twisted his right arm backwards, making his elbow smash into the side of Adaria's face. The impact caused Adaria to let go her of her grip and be thrown backwards. A coppery taste flooded her taste buds.

'Now that's more like it,' she thought blithely.

She expeditiously snatched her staff, spun herself around to block attacks that Ronon was discarding at her. He made no expense to go easy on her now. They both fought to their fullest. Well, not to their complete fullest. If they fought to their complete fullest, only one of them would leave the room alive.

Adaria then did something unexpected. She launched her in the air to an inhuman height. She pressed her feet against the staff and pushed downward. Ronon didn't expect this but instinctively thrust his staff upward. Both staffs simultaneously made contact to both their heads, causing both warriors to be slammed into the ground.

They both stood up a couple of feet away from each other. Ronon's vision blurred while Adaria's clutched her head. Black spots showed everywhere as she stumbled. She turned her head and made direct eyes contact with Ronon. She then wavered and slammed into the ground, completely unconscious. Ronon shook his head and tried to walk near her, but couldn't seem to figure out how his legs worked. He tried to blink the away his blurry vision while his mind tried to make sense of things. The last thing his thought, before he fell to the ground, was how strange her cat-like eyes were.