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CHP. 6

The warmth of the candles in the room warmed the top of her body that wasn't covered by a violet thick blanket. A strong seductive smell surrounded her and gently touched her cheek to wake her. She opened her eyes and stroked them soothingly. At first the bright light from the candles blinded her vision, but the erotic smell that surrounded her, opened her eyes. She inhaled deeply and looked over the night table next to her. There stood three bright red flowers, the red that night was brighter then usual, and it smelled sweeter just for her. As she smiled lightly at the flowers and wondered who they were from, she saw a white paper folded in half sitting right beside the vase. She picked it up and opened, scared that it wasn't from Ronon. She took a deep breath before she looked at what it said. Her eyes widened and a grin fell open her face.

It was from Ronon and it simply read, "I'm not too much for words. In fact I'm not too much for apologizes, but for you, I'll say I'm sorry once more. Signed Ronon, your friend." She saddened as she read the last word, "friend." She placed the note to her chest and laid her head back on her pillow. It was only 3 am, but she didn't think that she could wait till morning to talk to him. She got up, dressed herself quickly, and bolted out of the door, with the flowers still in her hand. It was very quite late at night and Ronon's room was not very far, but it seemed like she was walking for hours. She was about to turn the corner, when she noticed the door to the small room was open. She stopped before the inside of the room came into view. She poked her head in and there he, sitting alone in the dark, with his back turned to her. She stepped in and hit the light switch, but he turned with such swiftness that she though that she was dead on the spot. He was out of his seat and looking right at her. "Teyla," he said in his deep voice, that sounded surprised and rather shocked that she was standing before him.

"Shouldn't you be asleep," he turned to sit down again with his back still turned to the door.

She walked over slowly and sat down next to him. She wasn't sure what she would say to him next, and she didn't care. She needed to be near him, from where she sat, she could smell him, a mix of freshness and leather.

She smiled warmly at him, "Are these from you?" she showed him the flower which she held tightly in her hand and close to her heart. He didn't look her in the eye, but smiled at the flowers, "yes." Before he knew what had happened she had her arms wrapped around her neck. She pulled him to her and took his smell in deeper, wanting to have it engraved in her memory.

"Thank you," she whispered softly in his ear, sending shivers down his back. She felt him put his hands on the lower sides of her back. She took the chance, she needed to take it, she moved her head to look at him, now finally they were eye to eye. His clear green eyes pierced her, he gave her the feeling that he could read her mind, which aroused her. She pressed her lips to his and then pulled their bodies closer until there was no space between their chests. His lips were warm and soft and made her melt as she touched them. His beared tickled her skin, but she loved the taste of his lips. They tasted of sweet, like honey, because he had just drank a warm cup of tea. The only problem was that he wasn't kissing her back and before she knew why, he gently pulled her arms down from around his neck She broke the kiss, backed slightly way and sat there confused and hurt, because she knew. She knew that he was rejecting her.

He looked away from her hurt eyes, and stared at his hands clasped together on top of the table.He began to rub his palms together and quietly began his sentence, "I don't feel that way for you Teyla."

He knew that she was beginning to cry, he could feel her pain in him, as if it was him hurt not her. His stomach began to bother him again, but he ignored it and said in a stern voice, "I did say in the note, "friend", did I?" He still didn't look at her, he couldn't, this was one of the most painful things that he has ever had to do. Everything that he had gone through before, the running, the pain, the loneliness, it didn't compare to the pain that he was feeling at the moment. He finally lifted his head to look at her, but she wasn't crying, her face was dry, except for an extremely painful look on her face, she seemed fine. She didn't say anything and even if she wanted to break his bones, he wouldn't have fought back. She looked him in his eyes, full of tears now. Her browns eyes sparkled and shook, she bit her lower lip to keep her from bursting into tears. She began to shake her head at him in disagreement, not wanting to believe what was happening.

"You, Ronon Dex, make people believe that you're some kind of tough, dangerous man."

She said with a noble voice and got up from her seat, "But you're a coward and a pig, and I hate you!" She said with a quiet rage that sounded more violent then if she were yelling. He just sat there and took it, but didn't have the courage to look at her. He could tell that she was trying to come off as strong as possible, but when it comes to emotions it's hard to not fall from grace. She put the flowers and the vase on the table as gently as possible and quietly walked out of the room. He didn't move for quite some time after, his body wouldn't allow him to.

He closed his eyes and imagined being back on his home planet, "Then I could have her," he thought to himself. Minutes later he walked out the room, just one hour before sunrise, and finally went to his room to sleep. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to drift off and that morning he had a horrible nightmare.

---- He was back at home, laying on the thick green grass by his favorite rock. It's where he came to think when he was a young boy. He lay there and watched the clouds go by and felt a breeze gently touch his shirt. He heard a young woman laughing, he lifted his body to see who it was and saw Teyla laughing and running towards him. It was the most beautiful site he had ever seen in his life. Her hair was down and lightly being carried up by the wind. She had a no-sleeve, short, white dress on, that twirled around her legs. She finally reached him out of breath and dropped on the grass right beside him. She was still smiling and laughing, like a woman in love, and soon her laughing died down and with her joyful expression, ask him, "Are you okay?" They leaned on their elbows in the grass and faced each other, "Yes, I am...now," he answered her while smiling. She touched his face gently with the palm of her hand, and caressed his cheek with her thumb.

"I've never seen you this happy Teyla," Ronon said while staring into her chestnut eyes.

"Well, I've never been married before," she said with excitement and laughter in her voice.

He laid down back on the grass and smiled to himself, "Married?" he asked her.

She laid her chest on his and looked him in the face, "Yes," she smiled seductively.

"I'm still a warrior you know, don't be fooled by this sudden turn around. You try to get your way out of this and I'll hunt you down," she warned him in a sexy way.

"I'm a solider young lady; I'm not scared of you!" he said in a playful voice, which he never used before in his life. She got a devilish face on and tackled him at an instant. They rolled in the grass play fighting and Ronon was letting her win. She pinned him down to the ground and sat on his back. He started laughing, but stopped as he felt her weight lift off of him. He quickly turned his body around and saw that she was gone, out of site. He looked around frantically and yelled her name out, hoping to hear a response. As he got up and turned to the city, his heart skipped, because right before his eyes the Wraith were destroying everything. ----------

He awoke in a deep sweat and for a second didn't know where he was. He took a minute or two to get himself back together. His mind was scrambled and it felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. He felt empty, but he knew he couldn't show it. No one could know what he was going through and he couldn't slip up. When he was finally back to himself he went out for a walk, mainly so he could have a chance to bump into Teyla, but he bumped into Sheppard instead.

"Hey Ronon, thanks for the flower, that shit actually worked," Sheppard said to Ronon who seemed like his mind was elsewhere.

He was just staring into space and Sheppard took it upon himself to snapping him out of it.Ronon shook his head clear and went on as if nothing happened. For five days, he didn't see her anywhere. He had never felt more lonely in his life. He could feel himself losing energy each day and being that weak bothered him. He had worked the last 7 years to lose the weak part of himself and to strip away any other needs except for the instinct to kill the Wraith. She had an influence on him and he realized from that moment on, that she was his energy, and without her he would starve to death. That was the reason his stomach would hurt when ever his heart felt distant from her, or he tried to distance himself. But there was no way that he would let the Wraith hurt her, and keeping himself away from her was the only way to save her. He had forgotten about the fear he had for the last seven year, of letting anyone get too close. He had gotten this far, he made friends with the team, but letting Teyla into his heart, that would be taking a dangerous risk.