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CHAPTER 12

Ronon walked up the slightly uphill path that lead to his small camp, where she was waiting. His mind kept racing back to just a few minutes ago. He could still feel her hands on his back. They seemed to be tattooed there and the warmth tingled between his shoulder blades. He knew that he couldn't keep it up any longer, he needed her back there. Thankfully his back was turned to her and the water was dark enough to hid the activity that his body was creating.

Teyla sat on a rock near the small fire and started fidgeting as soon as she saw him coming her way. She tried to pull his shirt down more in order to cover her legs up, but the shirt didn't reach far enough. Looking up at him through her messy bangs that covered her eyes. She bit her bottom lip gently. It was quite dark now and if it wasn't for the light of the fire playing upon his bare chest, she wouldn't have noticed him there. He

"Are you okay?" his voice dominated the air over her which made her jump a little. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and looked innocently at him. On the outside she was quite innocent at the moment, but she knew her imagination was a whole situation. She had been playing with the idea of what could have happened back in the waterfall.

"Yes," she murmured and started to turn slightly crimson. Ronon's eyebrow slightly dropped and he gave her a look of pure puzzlement. He walked over to the fire and sat on a rock across from her. As he started to throw the small pieces of wood in to the fire, while the flames crackled against the wood. She cursed herself for not noticing his pile of wood earlier. The silence between them wasn't an awkward one, it was more of a peaceful one. They both ran their dreams and needs for each other through their heads. There was an endless movie playing in their minds that both dared to not reveal.

Ronon looked up at her while fixing the fire up and then quickly looked down when she looked his way. They both felt a slight change in themselves. One of innocence, purity, and youth. Over the years of warring with the Wraith, it seemed like they forgot how old they were. Neither of them were even passed thirty yet, but they felt like they were in the forties. At least, they felt forty when they were away from each other.

"You hungry?" he asked while getting up off of the uncomfortable rock and breaking their endless silence.

She smiled sweetly, "Yes I am, thank you." Ronon went into the rock opening he called his home and came back out with a bag. He approached her lazily while examining the bag.

"Mind if I sit down next to you–this rock is a lot more comfortable then the other one." he simpered while pulling out a piece of dried meat. She moved herself over to the edge of the flat rock and he toppled down beside her. The bag he placed in front of him was full of food. Handing her the piece of meat he showed her, the aroma of the food mixed with the smell of the fire. Next, he gave her a piece of a strange looking bread.

He bit down on the bread and started ripping the meat with his teeth, "It's good, trust me!" he mumbled through the food stuffed in his mouth. She flashed her teeth slightly and then carefully bit down on the bread. Surprisingly, the food tasted great and in combination with the warm fire proved much more satisfying. The meat he gave her was long in shape and had a smokey smell to it and a extremely salty taste to it. Teyla swallowed the last piece of meat she had and took a long drink of the water that Ronon provided for her. Letting out a satisfying breath she smiled at Ronon who was still stuffing his face with twice as much food as her. His eyes began to shift between his food and her transfixed eyes upon him. He swallowed his food half chewed and tried to remove some of it from his teeth with his tongue.

"Want some more?" he asked hinting at his discomfort. She chuckled a little and shook her head, politely refusing the food.

He smirked at her and put his food away, deciding that maybe he had enough for the night also The bag of food was placed on the side of him, tied tightly at the top. As they both began to rubbed their hands over the fire. They both found themselves looking at the sky, once again letting their minds roam. The sky sparkled and was full of radiant stars that shimmered brightly, letting their tense bodies relax.

"Ronon?" Teyla broke their silence and waited for a sign that he was listening. He let out a grunt which signaled her to continue, "why did you leave?"

He kept staring at the stars and didn't answer her question. Teyla looked at him and bit her lip lightly, "why?"

He let a frustrated sigh pass his lips but he didn't take his eyes off of the sky.

"Because..." He began to confess, "It was my fault."

Teyla's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, "I do not understand," she murmured.

He finally looked away from the night sky and turned his attention to the fire, "It was my fault you got hurt."

She shook her head in disagreement, "No Ronon," she touched his hand gently, "It wasn't your fault." He looked at her and she wasn't sure if it was because of the light from the flame but she could have sworn that his eyes began to water.

"Teyla, look at me," he began, "It's my fault- I didn't react fast enough." She began to shake her head in objection again but he silenced her, " If I hadn't been acting like a jack ass because of the whole Ellia situation, I would have still been talking to you. Therefore, I could have been by your side when we searched for her. I could have helped you faster..." he trailed off and she turned her head away from him. Yet somehow his gaze pierced through her. He looked away from her and they both sat in silence and stared into the open fire. She occasionally let her eyes circle back at him in her popular manner. However, they always fell back on the fire and her mind danced with the flame. It was a beautiful night, occupied by beautiful people under the moon light-that were prisoners of words unsaid. She knew how he felt, she understood him, but she didn't know how to approach the situation.

"Ronon, can I tell you a story that my father once told me?"She asked very politely but didn't wait for an answer from him to begin.

"Once long ago, before our time, there was a strong Athosian warrior named Cholomak. He was considered one of the fiercest warriors and everyone looked to him for protection. He had won many wars and won glory because of them. He had a small daughter, who was name Ari. Ari looked at her father like a god and she loved him dearly. Cholomak was huge and so in turn everyone labeled him as a man with little problems. Everyone simply thought that he was content with his life. He was a warrior and no one every gave a second thought that maybe he had more going on inside him. Everyone thought that her father had no flaws but Ari knew better. She knew how her father, wasn't perfect and that he was good hearted man who was slowly becoming in gulped by his life. One day he came home from a large battle and Ari could tell that something was wrong with her father. She asked her father what was troubling him and he said that he was victorious but he was growing weary of his life style. He loved battle but the ongoing war they had with the Cinderans was causing him to have unnecessary hatred in his heart. He said he felt like it was destroying him slowly and controlling his life. Ari didn't understand what her father was trying to say so he said, "I feel as if I have two warriors fighting in my heart." One warrior is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other warrior is the loving compassionate one." Ari asked him, "Which warrior will win the fight in your heart?" Her father said, "The one I feed."

The two warriors sat silently letting the fire warm them and letting the moral dance in the flames. Ronon took in the story and let it seep into his brain. The fire formed into the daughter and father within his mind. He knew that the story fit him perfectly. His hatred for the Wraith was slowly destroying him and he didn't know how to control himself. He knew that hate growing his heart was at battle with the love he recently acquired.

"You know..." he said slowly, "My mother used to tell me stories when I was little." Teyla smiled sweetly at him as he brought his fists up his chin.

"What happened to her?" Teyla asked Ronon as the embers lighten up his pupils.

"Wraith," he bemoaned lightly and continued, "She was taken on the last culling." He began to shift his body around moving his hands over his face. Teyla recognized the same movements the night when he got drunk and regretted not comforting him then. She moved closer t o his massive form, "I'm sorry."

His head slowly moved in her direction, revealing red eyes underneath his palms. His arms crossed over his knees as he nodded in agreement, "I used to think that I could have done something to save her."

He gulped loudly as his eyes trembled looking into her face. She wanted to speak and make it better, but she knew that he needed to get it all out. The loss of his mother was the cause of his frustration, she knew that now. However, she didn't pity him, she instead felt herself gravitate towards him even more. Teyla felt closer to him now then ever, because she too lost her mother. She placed her hand on his arm and showed comfort without even speaking a single word. He looked down at the ground, "She would have loved you. She was the best person I ever knew and she was one of the loveliest. If I never saw you, I would have to say she was the most beautiful woman in the Universe."

His eyes made their way to the heavens again as he began to trail off with a smile on his face. "She had long brown hair and green eyes that looked crystal clear. Somehow she always found a way to put a smile on my face and she had a way of making you look at world in a different light." Teyla began to smile as Ronon's mother began to form in her mind.

He continued, "Her name was Calantha which means lovely flower..."

"Ronon," she interrupted him in mid sentence, "I understand how you feel. I too went through the same thing, but I knew that if I harbored a hatered towards the Wraith it would consume me. Don't let what happen to you engulf you because you cant change the past." She slid her hand down his arm and let it fall on the top of his massive hand. His eyes fell upon hers and his hand flipped around and grasped her soft tiny hand. Teyla felt her heart rate increase and her breath trembled as it felt her body. His eyes began to roam her body hungrily then let her hand go and he moved his body to face hers on the flat the rock they were sitting on. Wrapping both of his muscular arms around her waist he slightly picked her up and brought her closer to his body. Their faces inched closer, she could feel his hot breath on her face as he whispered, "but I can prevent the past from repeating." Both of their eyes focused on each others lips moving closer and closer. Closing their eyes, they felt the soft skin of each others mouths and the warmth their kiss brought made their eyes roll in the back of their heads. He rubbed her back with his palms gently while he let his tongue meet hers and began a wild tango. She melted in his arms and let her body go limp as he tightened their embrace. It was better then her fantasies and for the first time in many years she felt over joyed and content. Ronon let her back rest on his right arm and used his left to pick her whole body up and onto his lap. Cradling her in his arms his left palm gently ran over her thighs leaving a trail of goose bumps on her caramel skin. Her hand made her way to his bear chest and she began to trace the curves of his muscles as his tiny chest hairs tickled her finger tips. She felt him smirk against her lips and she smiled back. She felt him harden under her and it made her excited and scared at the same time. She had never slept with a man before; it wasn't allowed. She had to stay a virgin before she was to be wed, but she didn't know how long she could control herself around him. She was attracted to every possible aspect of him, even his faults. His hand began to creep under her shirt and on to her flat stomach. Ronon mumbled something through their lip lock and Teyla broke away from his full lips.

"Is that my shirt?" he repeated himself, now more coherently but even more seductively. Blushing she looked at him with a shy smile, "Yes, I'm sorry I--"

He cut her off, "Looks better on you," he muttered before make a move towards her tantalizing lips.

"Wait," Teyla his slick move for her lips, "I have to tell you something." Ronon Moved his head back, bewildered by her sudden interruption. She began to fidget in his lap while searching for the words to explain her situation.

"Ronon..." she looked at his sadly, cheeks red with embarrassment, "I'm not used to this..I mean..I.."

He smiled, "You're a virgin?"

She was startled by his statement, "Well..yes.." Smiling, he pulled her back up and laid her back on his chest.

"Teyla," he began while wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his head back on the larger rock that was behind him. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." She couldn't help but smile at the softness of his voice and the beauty of his statement. They sat that way for a what seemed the most peaceful time in both of their lives.

Sheppard sat with Weir in her office, both trying to get a grasp of their situation.

"I don't know how it happened Elizabeth," John was sitting the table of her desk and trying to figure out how he lost Teyla in such a small amount of time.

"John, we will find them," she grasped his hand, " both of them, don't worry." He looked back giving her a unsure smile. He let his hand slip out of hers and he got up in frustration.

"Yeah, well Its just that I don't like losing parts of my team." he said annoyed by the whole couple of weeks. She let out a small laugh and got out of her chair to be near to him. She placed her hand his hand, "I'm sure she's fine."

John looked at her perplexed, "Wait, aren't you usually the one who's worried as hell about everyone?" She smiled and looked down shyly, "Call it a woman's intuition, but I think she's with Ronon right now." He looked at her, now even more puzzled then ever.

She shook her head, "men..you guys are always so clue less."

"Hey!" John yelled in objection, "not always.."

She looked up at him, "I think they are enjoying each others company, just like you should be doing with me.." She peaked around, to check if anyone was close by then got on her tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips.

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