The Trouble With Lust…You Begin to Crave What Only She Can Give
All of Atlantis was tense, the threat of an incoming Hive ship was beginning to wear on everyone's nerves. Fights were breaking out all over the place in Atlantis. So many, in fact, that Elizabeth ordered everyone to take a few hours off when they could. Go explore the mainland, go exercise, anything to get rid of the tension in the air. Fighting amongst ones' selves was not the manner in which to defeat the Wraith.
She didn't take a break, and Ronon noticed. He noticed everything about her. They hadn't spoken to each other since their conversation last week, but he still yearned for her. He'd lied. Anger had colored his mind and made him say things he didn't want to. What was done was done. He missed her. Missed the smell of her on his sheets. Missed her laughter in the morning. He'd never known that there was a difference between being alone and being lonely. He'd been alone for seven years, but three weeks with her and he was suddenly lonely.
That was why he found himself outside her quarters tonight. His hand was poised to activate the bell, but he found himself frozen. He was giving in to her. Weakening. Surrendering. It wasn't a situation he'd ever found himself in. How does one proceed?
The decision was taken from him. The door opened and he hadn't touched anything. Elizabeth froze in the doorway, surprised at finding him there. For a few seconds, she couldn't think. She'd dreamt of him at night, and the dreams were wracked with guilt. He was right, and she didn't know how to tell him that. She'd found herself overstressing the situation, making it so large in her mind that she couldn't see them ever getting over it. He'd been right and by not listening, she'd gotten a man killed. The blood was clear as day on her hands.
They stared at one another, both with circles under their eyes, both so still that their muscles ticked with tension. Finally, Ronon brought his hand up, gently moving a strand of her hair from her face. His touch lingered, and she understood. He wanted her.
She stepped aside, and he stepped in, pulling her close immediately. Neither cared that people in the hall had seen the encounter, because their thoughts weren't there anymore. Their thoughts were only on one another, and for the moment, that was all that mattered.
Late into the night, they came together, and the world was right. Something hung over them though. Doubt clouded every action, and worry was still evident. Elizabeth would have liked to have blamed it all on the Wraith, and her fear. It wasn't that. Ronon made her worry. She was losing her heart to a warrior, when words were what mattered most to her. Would he ever be able to understand that?