A/N Standard Disclaimers apply

Who feels sorry for Ronon? C'mon you know you do!

Who Thinks Sara is an Idiot? Yup all of ya, thought so

Sara woke up with a sore back, deciding to head down to the room that she and Teyla worked out in, Sara enjoyed the airy feeling of the room.

Sara had told Teyla of her training in ballroom dancing, how you went slowly at first ensuring that your body was held in perfect formation, creating muscle memory until it became second nature. Then when it came time to increase speed, your body already knew where your feet, arms and head were to be. They approached Sara's continued training with the wands in the same manner.

Sara ran through her standard warm up, she felt her back muscles finally starting to loosen, lying on her back Sara pulled her legs toward her torso, she could not pull her legs far enough back on her own to release the final knot.

Hearing the door open Sara rolled her head to see who was there, "Ronon, I didn't know you were all back." She ignored the tightening in her lower abdomen, and sternly told her libido to get back into the closet. "Could you give me a hand; I can't pull my legs far enough back."

Concentrating on keeping her libido in check Sara didn't notice when Ronon crossed the floor kneeled with his legs on either side of her head, opening her eyes Sara was presented with the most delectable sight.

Ronon's soft pants caressed his thighs outlining the taught muscles, defining his shaft, "Oh Goddess," Sara took a deep breath attempting to retain control; Sara could smell Ronon's scent. It was a scent of spices mixed with at was all male her control-collapsed heat flooded her body; Sara felt a gush as her body created lubrication to ready itself for sexual intercourse.

Sara knew that a warrior of Ronon's calibre would have no difficulty spotting her arousal so she decided to do what any intelligent woman faced with certain rejection would do, she panicked.

Sara scrambled to get onto her knees, heat flared again as Ronon placed his hands on either side of her waist to stop her from toppling over, and she let out a moan as shivers raced up her spine from this innocent touch.

Sara's moan went straight to Ronon's libido, he felt himself stir in response to the throaty sound. Experimentally he slid his fingers underneath the loose t-shirt gently running his fingers over satin skin, eliciting another moan from Sara.

Time seemed to stop, as his hands learned the curves of the woman before him, her skin was silky, soft and warm. His calloused fingertips grazed the sides of her breast, unconsciously Sara twisted trying to get more of her breast into those fingers.

Not a word was spoken between the lovers as clothes were shed, slowly, oh so slowly they explored every inch of each other. Soft laughter was heard when a sensitive spot was found, breath came in pants as desire wound itself tighter.

Never before had either felt more wanted, each caress was an unspoken expression of the feelings they had for each other.

The ending was fast and explosive, with a sharp cry Sara fell over the edge the clenching of her muscles pulling Ronon with her.

The last thought before sleep took her away was, "This is going to make life much more interesting."

Fini For now