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IV
Elizabeth came to, to find herself on a narrow bunk that took up most of the dank room. She sat up slowly, aware of tender abrasions and bruises. She also became aware of her complete lack of clothing when the blanket covering her fell away and her nipples pebbled in the cool air.
Ronon chose that moment to burst in, stopping dead in the doorway, eyes glued to her breasts. There was a moment of shocked silence then Elizabeth squeaked and drew the blanket up to cover herself.
Ronon blinked and moved into the room. Elizabeth sat up straighter and drew in as much dignity she could, considering her position. "You better start explaining everything. And is John alright?"
Ronon stared at her, amazed she could still look and act the part of a leader even when sitting naked in a pirate ship. "Are you alright?" he asked, thinking back to the situation he had rescued her from.
Elizabeth paled a bit, also thinking of that same incident. "I'll be fine," she waved a hand through the air trying to appear casual. A look of disbelief flitted across his face so she added, "I don't want to talk about it."
Ronon nodded and sat next to her on the bed. Startled, Elizabeth jumped and scooted away from him until her back hit the wall. But in the small room there really wasn't all that much room to move away and she only managed to put a few inches between them.
"John is fine," he began, "they caught him pretty easily. Trussed him up and began to question him about his weapon." Ronon grinned, "Their guns suck. I picked off the pirates guarding him from the cover of the trees. He began to head off in search of you- I didn't know you where on the planet too- but I fired some warning shots at him. So he took off for the Stargate. Probably thinking to bring back reinforcements. Then I stumbled across you. I dragged that filth off you and killed it."
Elizabeth was shocked at the rage in Ronon's voice.
Suddenly he lunged towards her and pressed her tightly against his chest. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. Surprised and nerves slightly frayed from her almost rape, Elizabeth stiffened in his arms.
"I won't let anyone harm come to you," he promised roughly, ignoring her discomfort.
As abruptly as he grabbed her, he pulled away and stood up. "I will go get you food. Do not leave this room." Ronon ordered her tersely, mad to have reveled so much of himself to her. She stared at him with wide eyes at loss for words. Ronon growled softly at the tempting image she made. Her hands clutched the bed sheet to her chest, leaving her porcelain white shoulders bare. She had unknowingly pushed her breast up under her crossed arms, showing a shadow of cleavage. He mistook the confusion in her wide eyes for a look of innocence and had to fight back the primal urge to pin her to the bed and ravish her until she screamed. To erase the touch of the filth that tried to take her. Ronon had a burning desire to mark her as his own.
Angrily he reached under the bed and pulled out his only other shirt. "Wear this," he grunted, "until I can find you something." He turned on heel and walked out, slamming the door in his wake.
Pirates and slaves alike jumped out of Ronon's way as he pounded furiously through the narrow halls of the ship towards the galley.
"Dex!"
Ronon turned at the sound of his name and found the second mate, Todd, hurrying towards him.
"The Captian sends these along with his regards," he said with a sly smile. "'E says 'E wants you and your new slave to join him in his quarters for dinner. In ten minutes."
Ronon held up the skimpy outfit of silk, leather, and string.
Todd grinned lecherously, "I caught a glimpse of her when you carried her onboard. She's quite a looker," Todd continued on, not noticing Ronon's look of growing fury. "I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that action. I'll take your dish duty for this week if you let me have her for a night. What'da ya say-" The rest of his words were cut off as Ronon grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the corridor wall.
"Mine." Ronon growled savagely, barring his teeth in Todd's face. "You touch her, you die. Understand?" Todd nodded as best he could while struggling for breath. Ronon tightened his grip in a brief squeeze before letting go and walking off in the direction from which he came.
Todd slide down the wall gasping violently, rubbing his bruised throat. 'I will kill you for this Ronon Dex' he vowed silently, glaring at Ronon's retreating back. 'And before I do, I will fuck your girl in front of you'
V
Elizabeth jumped when Ronon once again slammed into the room. "You have to stop doing that," she said irritably.
Ronon cocked his head at her looking small and fragile in his shirt that reached to her knees. However with her hands on her hips and the glare she was giving him belied that image. Ronon felt an irrational urge to protect her, body and soul, rise in him. To cover, he thrust the slave outfit at her and mumbled, "The captain wants us to dine with him and you need to wear this."
She held up the material in disbelief. "No." She threw it back at him. Ronon took in the stubborn set of her posture and scowled. The threw the bundle on the bunk and grabbed her shoulders, "Perhaps you don't realize the dire circumstances of your situation," he growled at her, "if you are not submissive to me at all times while in the presence of the others our cover will be blown and we will be killed without a thought as spies. Also if they see I have trouble with you, others will try and take and break you." His gaze bore into hers, "I am very close to discovering the location of the ZPM. Work with me and we'll be out of here in a week's time."
Elizabeth nodded slowly. Ronon released his grip on her and turned his back.
"Good. Get dressed and I'll explain what you must do." He tensed at the sounds of her removing his shirt but continued speaking, "You must do everything I tell you, to disobey would mean I would have to punish you- publicly. Do not speak unless I give you permission, or better yet, pretend not to understand our language. During dinner you must either sit on my lap or kneel by my side. You also…" he hesitated and turned back around to face her, keeping his gaze on the floor. "You must act amorous of me- look like a happy dedicated slave so they have no reason to take you away from me." He lifted his head to look at her.
Elizabeth had her arms crossed over her chest but Ronon could tell the silk and string top reveled more then it covered. He skated his eyes down her smooth exposed stomach to the edge of the skirt which stopped just below the end of her ass. Slits on the sides of the skirt left her long legs completely bare. With wild curls framing her face and pink embarrassment tingeing her high cheekbones, Ronon couldn't stop starring.
"Stop," Elizabeth commanded, shifting uncomfortably under his stare. "It is highly mortifying to be attired such and you're not helping."
Ronon's face softened. "You will always have my honor and respect Dr. Weir. No situation we find ourselves in will change that." The fierce look returned to his eyes, "but you must allow me to protect you. Do you trust me to do that?"
She met his eyes firmly, "Yes."
Ronon nodded, "Do you trust me enough to allow me to touch you in ways your people deem inappropriate?"
Elizabeth flushed at his words, but nodded steadily, "We will both do what is necessary to complete this mission."
Ronon nodded again, walking to stand in front of her. Without warning he grabbed her under the chin and kissed her hard. Before she could react, Ronon pulled back and looked at her, gauging her reaction.
"What was that for?" Elizabeth gasped
He shrugged, ignoring the urge to do it again, "So you would not be surprised when I do that in the company of the others." He grabbed her slim wrist and pulled her towards the door.
Elizabeth followed behind, silently fuming at her position. She had worked very hard to garter respect, first as a diplomat then as the civilian commander of Atlantis only to have it all blown away when in the hands of barbaric pirates. Her cheeks burned at the thought of how she has to act slave to Ronon. She trusted him and a part of her was glad it was him who was calling the shots. He is comfortable here, she realized noticing how he swaggered down the hall, grinning predatorily at the catcalls and provocative comments thrown their way. It took all her diplomatic skills not to react to the lewd gestures and words.
"Chauvinistic bastards," she mumbled as they turned a corner.
Ronon grinned at her over his shoulder, but did not slow his place. He admired Elizabeth for her fighting spirit. She may not have the physical strength and skills of a warrior, but she had the heart of one.
This situation will only make her stronger he mused, feeling a surge of affection towards her. When he first met her, he did not think much of the doctor- a woman trying to lead what was clearly a man's mission with her soft hands and unscarred body. But being on John Sheppard's team gave him ample time to observe Dr. Weir in her element. He found her to be determined and strong, using words instead of weapons to bend people to her will. And while she put forth an image of an unwavering leader, keeping herself apart from her people, Ronon knew she cared about each and every one of them. He knew she cried over each death. She was his opposite in every way, cool and levelheaded to his restlessness and fiery temper, yet Ronon felt a growing attraction towards her. He was annoyed to discover that he was constantly thinking and worrying about her. It distracted him and made him susceptible to attack. He had irrational impulses to take her in his arms; comfort her, protect her, kiss her senseless. And at night, when he allowed himself to think of such things, he wanted to pound into her tight warm body and make her scream his name, to mark her as his alone. But he knew he knew she would never give herself to him. Elizabeth Weir was independent and allowed no one to get close. Ronon had noticed how the people from Earth tampered down on their feeling because of their work and foolish Earth traditions. Secretly Ronon was excited of the chance to break through Elizabeth's façade.
VI
They halted in front of a door of nondescript steel. Ronon slapped a button on the wall and the doors slide aside silently.
Scarface reclined at the head of a low long table, arms around two semi naked, buxom slave girls. Other pirates lounged around the table, laughing and drinking. The captain looked up when Ronon and Elizabeth entered the room, "Ah ah Ronon. You're late."
"Sorry Captain. My girl had me somewhat distracted." He pulled Elizabeth into his side and ran a hand down her bare arm. The captain laughed and gestured for Ronon to sit on his right. Ronon did so and pulled Elizabeth down to straddle his thigh.
Second mate, Todd, sneered at them from across the table, "So you finally found some cunt that interests you, huh Ronon? We were beginning to think you were a cocksucker."
Ronon stiffened at the insult as some men further down the table laughed drunkenly, but replied calmly, "I wait until one really catches my eyes- a feisty one- it makes taking them all the more fun." He trailed a hand down her throat to caress her breast, every man's eyes fixed on the movement.
Elizabeth hadn't been touched like this in a long time, but she was still surprised to find herself reacting to it. Heat pooled between her legs as Ronon circled her nipple with a fingernail. She was embarrassed at her reaction and ashamed at the looks she was getting. She had never been so exposed, sitting in Ronon's lap, getting caressed through her virtually transparent to and becoming aroused by it all.
Ronon barked a laugh, breaking the room from its reverie. "You can see why I was late to dinner," he drawled, running his hand up and down her exposed thigh.
The captain laughed with him as he pulled his whores closer. "You are a man of good taste my friend. Now bring us our dinner!" he shouted at some slaves standing in a corner. They rushed from the room and returned minutes later bearing steaming patters of food.
Elizabeth glanced around and saw the slave girls feeding their masters. Those without slaves were hunched over their plates, stuffing their faces. She could see no utensils so she delicately picked up a greasy piece of meat and held it to Ronon's lips.
His mouth closed around the morsel and swirled his tongue around her fingers.
Elizabeth bit her lip to stifle a gasp as arousal shot from her fingertips to her core. She could feel herself growing wet as Ronon sucked and nibbled.
He released her fingers and grinned at her, knowing the effect he had had. She narrowed her eyes in a glare, furious that he could play with her like this and helpless that she could do nothing about it.
She continued feeding him throughout the night, as the men talked and bragged, argued and got drunk. It was when some had started to fall into an alcohol induced slumber or haul their girls off somewhere (the captain being one of them) that she noticed Todd had been missing for some time now.
"Let go," Ronon whispered in her ear. They stood, Ronon staggering slightly from the ale. He leaned on her as they made their way back to his room, looking to all the world like he was out of his mind drunk. Elizabeth knew better, she had seen him drink humans and aliens alike under the table and still kick as in the gym immediately afterwards. She also knew he didn't even drink enough at dinner to make a dog tipsy.
Not far from the room, Ronon pivoted and pushed her into an alcove, using his body to press her into the wall. Bending his head, he began kissing along her jaw. Between kisses he whispered, "Pretend to enjoy this."
Elizabeth needed no encouragement. As he kissed and sucked on her neck, she threaded her fingers through his thick hair and softly moaned when he hit a sweet spot. She tilted her head to give him better access. A part of her was appalled that she could act so wanton, if the whimpers coming out of her throat were any indication of her need.
Ronon moved back up her neck and pulled an earlobe between his teeth, murmuring out of the corner of his mouth, "There are cameras all over the place. That bastard Todd left dinner early to ensure my room's cameras where replaced." He licked the shell of her ear causing Elizabeth's reply to turn into a long moan. "We'll have to continue this act in room where I can pretend to pass out. But I don't know how long to keep the act up. That slimly son-of-a-bitch likes to watch and sooner or later he will notice something is up. So-" Ronon heard footsteps and quickly changed his tone. "Are you wet for me? Will you spread your legs and let me fuck your tight pussy? Or will I have to force you?" He bit down on her pulse point, while reaching to squeeze a breast.
Elizabeth arched into his touch, feeling a flood of wetness at his dirty words. Then he pulled his hand away and went back to sucking on her ear. The footsteps had passed and faded away.
"Todd will notice if I am not…intimate with you. They will figure something is up and we'll be killed. Can you keep this up?"
Elizabeth tightened her grip in his hair and nodded.
Ronon grunted and pulled her away from the wall and down the hall towards his room. Stumbling through the door Ronon commanded, "Take off my shirt wrench."
Elizabeth did so and Ronon tumbled backwards onto the bunk, pulling Elizabeth along with him. He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs to cup her ass and push her tight against him and promptly fell asleep.
Elizabeth looked down at him, startled, before lying down on top of him, her head pillowed on his broad chest.
He shifted his face so it was buried in her curly brown hair and whispered, "Dr. Weir-Elizabeth- I am sorry that this is happening this way. It is not what I wanted for you. You… you deserve so much better." And he turned his head away and pretended to sleep.
Elizabeth shifted in surprise, but mindful of the cameras only squeezed his torso. Making a mental reminder to ask him exactly what he meant later.