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A/N: Here it is the second chapter and I was really thankfull for all the reviews I got, it really brightens my day. A huge thanks to my sister for helping me out, couldn't have done it with out her. Lickazacious, there is a kiss scene in this chapter just for you.

Chapter 2

Ronon strolled through the military compound, relieved that the slave run was finally over. Now if only he could get the image of those haunting brown eyes out of his mind. That was way he was actually glad to see Solen with a teasing smile on his face, maybe his friend would be able to distract him.

"So..." His friend began, "How'd it go?"

What could he tell him? That it was as horrible as he thought it was going to be, until he met a woman who could match his strength in every way.

"I don't want to talk about it." Was what he settled for. Solen seemed to be satisfied with that, his grin became even wider and Ronon could imagine that Solen was more than amused.

"Well then you do remember that you still have to oversee the slaves before they are sold." When Solen turned to look at Ronon, he expected to see him scowl. Instead he looked almost...glad, what was going on with him?

"No, I remember in fact I should go there right now." Ronon said all to eagerly.

Solen noticed, "Well then perhaps I should go to give you...support." Solen saw that Ronon was not to pleased at his suggestion. Solen praised himself for his cleverness, he knew he had Ronon trapped...for once. The only way Ronon could get out of this would be to tell him what had happened on the slave and obviously Ronon didn't want to do that.

They made there way to a room shut inside the military compound was the place where slaves were held until they were sold. When they got there they could see many women and men, hands bound and being led to be examined, more than likely for their worth.

"You are Ronon Dex?" A man in a uniform, probably one of the overseers came up to them. Ronon nodded to the man's question, "Well then you must come with me so you can decide on the woman."

"Decide?" Ronon asked at the same time Solen asked, "What woman?"

The man led them to a figure in the corner, who rather than huddling in fear like the other captives, was holding their head up high. Immediatly Ronon knew the figure was that of Teyla Emmagen. Strangely he was relieved, he didn't think he was going to see this woman again and from what he could tell her spirit hadn't been broken.

"What do I have to decide on?" Ronon asked thouroughly confused.

The overseer was surprised, "You did not know? Because you captured her you have first claim, you decide whether to keep her or sell her."

Solen started laughing so hard Ronon thought he might choke. But Ronon didn't waste much thought on Solen, he was busy thinking about what to do with the woman standing in front of him.

His first thought was to just let them deal with her, he'd never had a slave and he never wanted to own one. But then he began to think about who would take her, what if a terrible person bought, what would they do to this magnificent creature standing before him?

She could very well likely be bought by some crude, worthless excuse for a man who would abuse this amazing gift that had been given to them. A gift...a gift that was being handed to him. He couldn't deny the idea of having this woman appealed to him, but truthfully he wanted her by her own accord. He knew that was not possible now, not with the look of hatred she was throwing at him.

But then a thought came to him, perhaps if she was with him he could win her over slowly and gently turn that hatred into passion.

Solen was still laughing like a fool when Ronon announced his decision, "I'll take her."

When Solen heard that he started coughing, "What!"

Teyla looked surprised a bit herself, she looked at Ronon trying to figure out what fate he had planned for her. But his face showed no emotion and left no sign of what he wanted of her and no hint of why his frined was acting so shocked. Clearly the man who stood before her was a mystery, she realized she didn't know him beyond the fact that he had taken her captive and was now claiming her as property. How she hated that word, but the truth was that in accordance to these people she was, not that she was ever going to accept it.

Her father had always told her the best way to beat an enemy was to study them, perhaps this situation would work to her advantage. She tride to study his face to see his surface emotions but to her surprise she began to notice his physical features instead.

She saw his tall muscular body as it towered over her, his clothing could not hide the brawnyness of his arms and chest. Against her will, her eyes scanned the rest of him. Taking in the sharp features of his handsome face, the long brown dreadlocks, enchanting green eyes that captivated her soul, and his powerful arms What would it feel like to have those arms wrapped around her body? She jumped when she realized what she had thought, and forcefully pulled her eyes away.

There was no ways she was going to allow herself to think such thoughts about this man, he was the enemy and now her master and she swore to herself that one day soon she would be free.

Ronon never did respond to Solen's question. The overseer pushed Teyla at Ronon and he caught her, gracefully, in his arms. He could feel the curves of her body and was pleased that though she was small she was anything but delicate. Her trum figure was perfectly made to be molded next to a mans, by the Ancestors she was made for love.

She was in a likewise state of mind, her breath caught in her throat when she had felt his arms around her, and the irony didn't escape her that she had just been wishing for that very thing to happen. But she had to remain firm, her freedom depended on it.

"Let go of me." She told him firmly.

He immediatly set her aright, her skin burning where his fingertips had touched. She was afraid to look at him, afraid that if he looked into her eyes, he would see the lustful thoughts she had of him earlier.

Solen reached over and drew Ronon aside, "I repeat, what are you doing!"

"I've just aqcuired a slave." Ronon stated simply.

"I know, that's why I'm wondering what you are doing."

Ronon just glared at him, "Stay out of this Solen."

"Oh no I can't stay out of this, because I'm wondering if you have gone mad!"

Ronon was getting very irritated, "I'm fine."

"Oh he's fine," Solen said sardonically, "Beyond the fact that you just happen to hate slavery and now you own a slave!" He turned away, "This is unbelieveable what has gotten into you!"

"Just stay out of this Solen." Ronon repeated.

"No! I have to know why you're keeping her!"

Ronon didn't say anything, instead he looked over at Teyla who was garling daggers back at him. His gaze didn't escape Solen, "Now things are starting to make sense."

Ronon shot him a look. "Oh come on," Solen replied, rolling his eyes, "I don't know why I didn't see it sooner. Actually I'm surprised, I mean you've pursued women before, but never enslaved them just to get them into your bed."

"I didn't..." Ronon was about to protest, "Well actually I did."

"Yeah, so what are you going to do?"

Ronon gave him another look. "Well I mean besides that, I mean she hates you!" Solen said.

"I don't know," He admitted "For now I think I'll just take her home."

"Let me know how it turns out," Solen replied, "You know, whether or not she kills you."

When Teyla had been a child she had always imagined that a slavers home was a dark and deadly place, she thought she would hear the screams of slaves being tortured and hear the sounds of whips cracking. To her surprise and relief, Ronon's home was anything but like that. It was modestly big, and set just outside of the city. She guessed so that he would be able to report if needed quickly but not have to worry about the hustle and bustle of the city.

In fact it was sufficent to say the home was beautiful. For someone who's home had always been a tent that could be rolled up and moved quickly, she knew it was going to take some getting used to. Then she realized that she sounded like she was staying and reminded herself that the first opportunity to escape she would take.

He led her into his home and she stepped into a large hallway, pretty if needing a woman's touch, she assumed that he didn't have a wife. Then again who would want to marry someone who takes people from their homes and sells them to the highest bidder. Then again, she thought, anything wrong with his manners he makes up for with his looks. The she started blushing, she couldn't believe she had just thought that.

He looked at her strangely, why exactly was she blushing? He figured leaving her here for now would be best, he had to go talk to Eda.

Eda was in the kitchen, firmly kneading dough to make bread. When she finally looked up and saw him she smiled, "Master Ronon, you've returned from your slave run."

He nodded, it was evident he still wasn't happy with having to cart people away from their homes, "Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked, a mischeivious grin spread on her face, "Is there a woman outside whom you need me to fix a fancy dinner for?"

He smiled at the joke, "Actually there is a woman."

She looked surprised, "And what do you want me to do?"

"She's not what you think." He explained, "She's a...slave I caught on the run."

"A slave?" She asked looking slightly angry, "You brought a slave?"

He sighed, "Let me explain..."

"Explain! You brought a slave! You know how I feel about that, I thought you felt the same!"

He tried again, "I don't like slavery..."

"Then why did you accept one!"

He tried to think of a way to explain it to her, but he decided that being frank would be best, "Because I want her."

Eda's mouth formed an O due to shock, "I see." Her mouth twitched, "I must see this woman."

"Eda..." He began, holding an arm out to stop her.

"Oh no, for Ronon Dex to accept a slave, this must me one extraordinary woman."

Teyla was still standing in the hallway when Ronon entered again, at the heels of a woman. Who was this woman, she wondered, another slave, a mistress, who? The woman was unusal, she decided, with a scarf hiding her hair. But from what she could tell she was pretty with blue-green eyes and white skin. But she had the look of someone who had seen pain first hand, and Teyla wondered what had happened to this woman.

"Is it common amongst your people to leave women alone in rooms with their hands tied?" She asked letting the anger in her voice fill the room.

To Teyla's surprised the woman was on her side, "Yes Master Ronon, how dare you leave the poor girl like this." And she immediately walked over and cut Teyla's ropes loose. Then she turned to Ronon, "Now go," She said, "I'll take care of the girl, go."

Ronon raised an eyebrow at Eda's words but he followed her orders to Eda's surprise. Then again she was always surprised when people listened to her, considering what she was. She looked at the woman who was glaring at Ronon's retreating form. From the minute she saw her she knew why Ronon felt that he had to have her for she was very beautiful. But Eda also sensed that Ronon was not going to have an easy time with this one either, she could see strength in her eyes.

"You do not have to fear me," She said, "My name is Eda."

Teyla looked her over warily, "I am Teyla Emaggen."

"Well then Teyla," She said smiling, "Are you hungry?"

Teyla was sitting at a table in the kitchen of the home, Eda had given her a bowl of soup which was delicious. But she was more than confused, if she was a slave why was she being treated so kindly. "I'm sorry," she began, "I'm just wondering why are you treating me like this." Eda looked at her strangely, "I mean aren't you a slave as well."

Eda smiled, "No, I am a servant here. But I was one."

"You were?" Teyla asked, "But you were freed."

"Yes, in fact it was Ronon's father who freed me." Eda explained.

Teyla was surprised by that fact, "Really? Why?" Eda sighed, "Oh," Teyla began, "I'm sorry you don't have to tell me..."

"No, it's alright." Eda said, "My mother was a Angrian and she was taken during a slave run, the man overseeing her lusted for her and eventually raped her." Teyla's eyes widened, "It's alright," Eda reassured her, "I never met him, but my mother did die right after I was born," Eda gently touched the scarf on her head, "This was hers, she was Angrian. I wear it to honor her."

"I'm so sorry." Teyla said sadly.

"It's not your fault, and things got better. I was a slave for many years, but then Ronon's father recieved me as a gift. He learned about my story and immediatly freed me. I serve his son to respect him." Teyla lowered her head, Eda looked at her gently, "He really is a good man."

Teyla looked up, "Ronon or his father?"

"Both, Ronon can be a bit of a scoundrel at times, but he really is good."

Teyla nodded her understanding, "But why would he keep slaves, if his father sets them free."

"Oh he doesn't...well except you," Eda explained, "In fact he really doesn't like slavery."

"He doesn't!"

"Goodness me, no."

Then Teyla asked a question she had been dreading, "Then why does he keep me here."

When Teyla saw the expression on Eda's face she didn't want to hear the answer, "I think you can answer that for yourself."

Teyla bit her lip, no she wouldn't believe he would want her for THAT until she hear him say it himself, "Where is he, I must speak to him."

She stormed into the room, her anger having long since reached its limit. He was taken aback to see her now, not that he wasn't pleased. It was much more pleaurable to look upon her than anything else.

"I understand you do not keep slaves," Teyla said icily, "that you don't even like slavery." But he only smiled which only engraged her more."

"That is true," He admitted.

"Then set me free!" She protested, "Keeping me here is only marring your name."

"I appreciate that you worry about my reputation," He replied always the flatterer, "But I will not let you go."

"Why?" She asked desperatley. She knew this was the moment of truth and she was afraid of what he may answer with.

He had never been one to lie to women and he wasn't going to start now, "You are here because I want you."

Her features quickly melted into shock, quickly followed by rage and then horror which stayed, "You mean to rape me." She stated fear on the edge of her words.

"No," He told her reasurringly, "I wouldn't rape anyone and I won't start with you. When I have you it will be by your consent."

Teyla sighed with relief and then stood up straighter, "Then you won't have me," She stated simply.

He smiled at her defiance, "I will."

"No you won't." She said again, "I would never give myself to you willingly, you took me from my home!"

He chuckled, "I think you desire me as much as I desire you."

She stood closer to him and looked him in the eye as best she could considering he was over a head taller than her, "And what makes you say that?"

He didn't reply, he just had a strange glint in his eyes. In that moment she realized how closely she was standing in front of him. But before she could move away his lips claimed hers. His hand held the back of her head, crushing her lips against his and keeping her from moving her head. His other arm was wrapped around her, holding her closer to him.

She had scarcely time to breath let along think. In fact the only thing she could think of was how sweet this kiss was. His hand felt wonderful playing with the stray hairs on the nape of her neck, the other gently carressing her back.

She pressed closer to him inviting him to deepen the kiss and a low seductive moan escaped her throat when his tongue parted her lips.

It took a while for her to come to her senses, but when she did she was horrified. She quickly pushed him away. to angry with herself and him to speak. And her fury rose when he laughed, LAUGHED!

"That is why I believe you'll consent," He continued from earlier.

"I...you...Oh!" She stuttered out before storming away, his laughter following her.

She couldn't believe that she would lose her head like that. And that she would kiss him back in such a way, she was no better than a flirtatious tramp!

And yet she wished she had let him continue. She couldn't deny that his touch stirred something inside her. She had a feeling he could show her a new side of pleasure that she had never seen before.

She gently touched her swolled lips with her fingertips, remembering how soft his felt against hers Her fingers trailed down her throat as she wondered how his lips would feel pressed against her skin. What magic could his fingers do to her body?

She thought about giving into her desire, letting him hlep her discover the extent of ecstasy. But no she couldn't give in, it would cost her too much, her virture, her pride, and...her heart. And she could never give any of that to him.

A/N: So how did you like it? If you liked the kiss review, if you didn't douse all flames before hitting the purple button.