Lines: Reconciling Chapter 3, a stargate: atlantis fanfic

Title: Lines: Reconciling

Chapter: Chapter 3 – Reunion

Author: Marianne H. Stillie

Category: Episode Tag for "Misbegotten"

Rating: M

Pairing: Ronon and Elizabeth

Series: The Lines Series 2

Season: Season 3

Summary: The threats from the Wraith and from Earth over, Ronon and Elizabeth renew their relationship.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places for Stargate Atlantis are the property of MGM Worldwide Television Distribution, Sony Pictures Television and Acme Shark Cooper/Wright Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment, not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks are intended. Previously unrecognized characters, places and this story are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Lines: Reconciling

Chapter 3 – Reunion

The sun rose to the cries of their ecstasy.

Their bodies tangled in heated pleasure,

As if it was a first time.

The throbbing crescendo spent,

They drifted into slumber again,

Sated, until another next time.

They didn't speak of real-world events. Not at first. Their long separation and how close they'd come to an end were banished by the smiles, the touching and the loving words.

All they cared about was expressing physical and emotional assurances that they were safe and together again. For the reunited lovers, nothing existed outside Ronon's room.

The look he had dreamed of was full and vibrant on Elizabeth's face as he leaned on his elbow beside her in his bed. Every nerve in his body quivered in the afterglow he was still experiencing from their most recent lovemaking session at dawn. Feeling a new spike of desire, he began moving his free hand on her nude body.

Starting with her classically sculpted face, his finger traced down the bridge of her nose, around one eye and then the other, pausing to tenderly massage the skin along each cheekbone. Gently, his fingernail scraped from the base of her nostrils down the soft cleft of her upper lip.

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open lazily as he covered her lips with his fingers. Smiling mischievously, she caught the thick first finger of his hand between her teeth and drew it into her mouth with her lips. When she had sucked to her satisfaction, she released her hold. A heated laugh followed, meant to encourage his searching hand.

Returning the laugh, Ronon substituted his mouth for his hand and slowly made his way down her throat. Like a still-starving but very familiar lover, he used his mouth and hands to clasp and lick each taut breast. Her soft, contented moans increased as her hips began to strain toward him.

The moist warmth between her legs was so inviting. He craved having her in every way possible. His mouth wanted that warmth, again and again and again. He had been deprived of her for too long.

Positioning himself between her legs, Ronon's hands gripped her hips and he leaned into her lower body. He could hear her breath coming faster as she spread her legs wide and moved into his hungry mouth. As had become her habit, she tangled the fingers of both hands tighter and tighter in his heavily plaited hair as her desire escalated.

Gently parting her swollen, tender lips, he eased his curled tongue deeper and deeper into her opening. The force of her needing body pushing into his face allowed for direct contact with her clit. His rhythmic movements in and out intensified, until he felt the blood-engorged folds spasm around his mouth. Her screech of ecstasy rippled through the room as she reacted to his tongue's very slow withdrawal from her body.

He let his tongue linger along her slit, bringing on sensuous aftershocks that made her hold his head in place between her legs. When her body finally relaxed from its latest orgasm, Ronon returned to his place beside her on his bed. Licking his lips, he wiped her musky fluid from his skin and facial hair then sighed contentedly.

Opening her eyes, Elizabeth smiled at him. "Thank you, again."

"My pleasure," he laughed softly.

She reached out and began tracing the lines of his handsome, heavy-boned face with her fingertip. Predictably, her hand eased its way down his strong body, his muscles rippling at each touch.

Their heads rested close together on the pillows as they shared a series of deep lingering soul kisses. Neither wanted to move but each knew their reunion time had to end.

Her voice low and dreamy, Elizabeth whispered, "We haven't left this room in almost fifty-six hours. Aren't you tired of the MRE's yet?"

"I've gotten my nourishment elsewhere," and he pulled her tightly against him, her passion-warmed skin soothing against his nakedness.

Hands and mouths moved along sensitized skin, until they were both breathless again.

Reluctantly, Elizabeth pulled back from his embrace just enough so that she could look into his hooded green eyes. "I'm surprised John hasn't called. Normally he'd be frantic if he couldn't find me."

With an impassive face, Ronon explained, "I bribed him to leave us alone."

"What kind of bribe?" she asked suspiciously.

"An IOU of my time for when he wants some time off with Teyla," he said matter-of-factly.

Elizabeth laughed, "You two really should have checked with me about your little arrangement."

"We both agreed you should be surprised. And so should Teyla," he added.

"When does Teyla get her surprise?"

"ASAP or Sheppard'll kick my ass."

"You've definitely picked up way too much Earth/Sheppard slang. But I think the time off can be arranged – after today's food run to the mainland."

"Can I have breakfast first? I really am hungry," he admitted.

Aggressively, Elizabeth pushed him over onto his back. "Not yet."

It always amazed him to see her like this, the composed, authoritative diplomat, Dr. Elizabeth Weir, desire-driven and wild-eyed, her body rapacious in its need for and demands from him. He was the one perceived as the savage caveman, taking what he wanted in all things. No one knew what depths his uninhibited love-based pursuit of sexual satisfaction with Elizabeth had spawned in her. He ran the fingers of both hands deeply through the thick, longer hair he loved on her. He wondered what her first move would be this time, hands or mouth, and where on his body, searching, pleasuring, needing in her own special way.

He knew what she could do to him with her tactile skills. She would tease and taste and bring him to the brink, again and again, while she made him shudder and moan and finally beg for her when he couldn't hold back anymore.

Pinning his arms above his head, Elizabeth nibbled her way down his face, tasting her own body fluids as she went, then began licking and sucking at the tattoo pulse point on his neck hungrily. He could easily overpower her, but his intense desire craved her sensual domination too much. He let go of all control, savoring the luxurious play of Elizabeth's hands and mouth suddenly everywhere on his eager body.

She straddled him at the waist, her tongue lathing his chest around each nipple. Very slowly she glided her body down, stopping just below his belly where her cheeks teasingly brushed his throbbing erection. He felt her wetness as she ground her slit into his groin.

This time she went directly for the deep, hard penetration of his tumescence, taking him into her in one swift motion. Her toned, agile body rhythmically moved up and down repeatedly, hugging his thick length within her, her frenzied need for release palpable.

Another deep plunge onto him with her exquisite tightness and he felt his sac pull so tightly into his body, there was no way he could hold back anymore. He met her next downward motion harder than he'd ever done before, his cum exploding inside her with such force he had to grab her shoulders to keep her upright. The slight change of position brought on a fresh wave of pleasure inside her, with escalating gasps that kept time with the ecstatic shocks her muscles and nerve endings were already producing, both inside and outside her body.

Breathing heavily, Elizabeth collapsed onto his chest, her long legs draped along his thighs. Ronon pulled her close, not wanting to let his now-flaccid but still generous cock leave her body. He had had his one more time inside her. Now they had to go back to the real world.