Stranded

Chapter 2

Some time had passed before Amelia headed back, she was eager to see Ronon. Hoping he had gotten over his sorrow. Already he had gathered wood for the fire that would light their evening. He was sitting on a large boulder next to the lagoon, sharpening his sword. He looked quite calm, seemed to be concentrating hard on his task. Noticing her arrival, he watched her as she approached. Amelia was aware of his eyes, following the lines of her body. She was fit, her body was supple, curvaceous – Ronon's thoughts were wandering, his desire had not been satisfied for such a long time.

As Amelia reached Ronon, she studied his features, beautiful hazel/green eyes- full of mystery. Full, soft lips, begging to be kissed. Ronon's eyes stared into hers, they were practically speaking to her and she found his stare mesmerizing. Putting down his sword, he broke eye contact but soon returned back to find Amelia closer. She was pushing herself ever nearer, inch by inch, waiting to see if he would take the hint. Taking in a deep breath, Ronon looked nervous, he breathed heavy. Amelia touched her hand to his face, ran her finger across his cheek, then slowly down to his mouth, sweeping over his lips, staring as she did. Ronon's hand reached for hers and stopped her. For the briefest of moments, he held her hand before pulling her to him, releasing his hold on her hand and wrapping both arms around her waist. Amelia was surprised, she thought for a moment he was going to run off again, but it seemed he needed this, needed contact, and she was ready to give it to him.

Ronon's actions were heated; his mouth thirsty to taste Amelia. Cupping his face with her hands to steady his eagerness, she enjoyed his ardor. His tongue forced its way deep into her mouth; she accepted him, willingly and suckled. Groaning softly Ronon savored the moment. His hands moved across Amelia's back and then traveled down to her ass. Squeezing and pawing at her, he shuffled himself to the edge of the boulder he was sitting on and pulled her tighter.

Pressing herself as close as she could, she found his body hard and warm. Ronon's thoughts were frenzied-he'd waited for what seemed like an eternity to enjoy the pleasure of a woman again. Lonely nights had come and gone but his desires had not. The intense kissing was already stirring his ardor to a point where he didn't think he would be able to pacify them with a cold swim. His urgency for fulfillment would have to be gained via other means. Amelia was apparently keen to attend to that need as her hands moved down to his chest.

Already Ronon's breathing was heavy, pulling his mouth away to catch his breath for a moment before Amelia insisted on continuing. Her need was almost as fervent as Ronon's. Licking at his mouth, tasting his lips and tongue, switching from sucking his tongue to biting his lips, she was roused. Ronon's hands were still clutching her ass, kneading her with his fingers and pulling her tighter towards the bulge that had grown in his pants.

It was Amelia's turn to bring the kissing to a halt this time although only on his mouth. Edging her way down to his neck, she sucked his skin. Marking him where his tattoo already resided. Her hands were already heading further down and as she reached the expanding package between his legs, Ronon ceased her exploring. Grabbing her hand quickly, he moved it away from his groin.

"What's wrong?" Amelia asked, concerned.

"Been a long time since….well…" Ronon hesitated; he found it difficult to say what he wanted. Amelia anticipated he might feel insecure given his long abstinence; kissing him just once, she whispered, "Trust me"

Ronon relinquished his hold on Amelia's hand and licked at his lips nervously. His heart beat hard and fast in expectation as Amelia knelt down. Running both hands up his body, she started to remove his vest. Ronon raised his arms and pulled of his clothing. Kissing delicately, Amelia settled lower between Ronon's legs. Her fingers teased his soft skin and made their way to the fastenings on his pants. Expertly she teased open the soft leather. Placing his hands behind him and settling back, Ronon let Amelia ease his frustrations. She kissed his belly, sucking gently as she moved lower, tracing the soft hairs below his naval with her tongue as she traveled. Ronon let out a sigh as he watched his new lover tease his flesh into submission.

Amelia tugged on the leather pants; she parted them as far as they would go. Ronon raised his hips for her and she pulled them down, exposing his nakedness. Her gentle hands caressed his length, causing him to groan. She let the tip of her tongue flash over his crown, already wet and leaking pre-cum. Ronon mewed. Intense emotion ran through his body as Amelia teased. He watched her suckle, moist lips puckered as she released her mouth lock on his hardness. Wrapping her fingers round the thick shaft, she caressed him. Looking up, her gaze met with Ronon's, he watched as her hand pumped his cock. Moaning helplessly with every stroke, he couldn't hold back. Amelia, sensing his imminent release, took him in her mouth. As his orgasm erupted, his head snapped back causing him to curse. Inhaling sharply, his teeth gritted as the intense feeling caused his body to shudder in delirium, Ronon cried out his release. Amelia swallowed, gently pumping with her hand, his climax excited her. Crying out with every stroke as his body twitched and bucked Ronon was elated. Brining his head back up to watch the woman who satisfied his needs so perfectly, he gave a final groan.

Though his breathing had subsided, Ronon's body still twitched as the remnants of his orgasm caused his body to tremble. Composing himself, he brought his hands to Amelia who was rising from her kneeling position. Pushing his hand behind her neck, he leaned forward. Rubbing his cheek across her face, his breaths were more controlled. Amelia wrapped her arms around his body; his skin, clammy and warm from the heat that had traveled through him was all that was left of his pleasure. For a moment they embraced, their silence was not awkward.

Amelia waited for a short time; she wanted to continue, to show Ronon how much she desired him. Their moment, interrupted by the activation of the gate, caused both of them to jump. Quickly they composed themselves, Ronon reached for his clothing and fastening his pants whilst Amelia went on ahead. Arriving at the gate, just in time to see the final locking sequence before the activation, she waited to see if anyone emerged. Within seconds, a message canister came through and rolled towards Amelia's feet as the gate disengaged and shut down.

Admitting to herself that she was sort of pleased, they had still not managed to fix the repair to the gate, she collected the canister and checked the message.

It was from Rodney, he needed her to carry out some diagnostics on the DHD. Included in the canister were the tools she needed to acquire the information and instructions on what to do. Advising that he would require the results ASAP, Amelia thought she had better get to it.

Ronon arrived; he waited for Amelia to advise him of the situation before speaking.

"I thought I might go and see if I can find us something a bit tastier to eat for later, if that's ok? You don't need me here do you?" Ronon felt that he would just be in the way, given his lack of knowledge regarding all things technical and gate orientated.

"No, I can manage" Amelia turned to look at Ronon; he looked awkward and nervous. "You see what you can find, will be nice to have some meat instead of dehydrated rations for a change" She smiled; trying to reassure him everything was good between them.

"Okay, if you need me, fire you're weapon, I won't stray too far away"

Ronon left, picking up his sword on the way and headed off into the bush. Amelia's eyes followed him until he was out of sight. He made her tingle all over. Frustrated, she turned her attention to the task she had been given and cursed Rodney McKay.