VII
He had Elizabeth spread naked and wanting on his bed in Atlantis. Her lips were kiss swollen and her nipples were hard peaks under his hands. "Please," she whispered anxiously as he teased her wet pussy with the tip of his erection. He went to slowly push into her, but she pushed her hips up, impaling herself on him. "Hard," she demanded.
Ronon awoke to find himself grinding his morning excretion into Elizabeth's ass. Surprised and ashamed he leapt up, his movement causing Elizabeth to go flying of the bed.
Now Elizabeth was awake and pissed. She pulled herself to her feet and started cursing at him in all the languages she knew. Ronon opened his mouth to apologize, but remembered the cameras watching them just in time so he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at her instead.
Elizabeth, who for the moment had forgotten for the moment their predicament, was even more pissed at his reaction. She moved in to start punching him on the arm.
Her blows did not hurt him in the slightest so Ronon just sat there and watched, bemused at her antics.
When Elizabeth showed no signs of stopping, Ronon grabbed her by her wrists to still her. He pulled her in close and whispered against her lips, "Remember who is watching," and he kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Elizabeth moaned and gave into kissing him back with the same amount of passion. She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself down on the bulge in his leather pants.
Ronon pushed her away with a groan, forcing Elizabeth to lock her fingers behind his neck to prevent herself from falling to the ground once again.
"Not now," Ronon panted, "I've got my duties as first mate."
Going along with the charade. Elizabeth cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brow in confusion before breaking out into rapid Russian.
Ronon stared at her, aroused by the exotic sounds coming out of her mouth. He kissed her again, fast and furious, then leaned to whisper in her ear, "When we get out of here, promise me you'll teach me this language."
She hummed her agreement as she played with the fine hairs on the nape of his neck.
"Enough," he growled as he pushed her off his lap and stood, reaching for his shirt. He then strode to the door, checking to ensure his weapons were in their proper places. He paused and turned to look at her. With her sleep mused hair and skimpy outfit, all Ronon wanted to do was climb back in bed with her and make his dream a reality. He resisted this urge and instead held up a hand and spoke slowly and clearly as if she couldn't understand. "Stay here. I will get food. You are not to leave this room unless I am with you."
Elizabeth nodded and Ronon left before he could act on his desire to sweep her into his arms and make love to her until neither of them could walk.
He stormed down the hall towards the bridge lost in thought. Usually he was a man of actions, not words, but he couldn't do that with Elizabeth. She demanded vocal feedback. Ronon was sure that she would not appreciate it if he carried her off over his shoulder. Damn it, he was falling for her and that could be very bad considering when a man of his race choose a mate, a deep bond was formed, forever linking the two. He growled softly and shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. There was no way Dr. Weir would give up command of Atlantis to raise a family with him.
But a small part of him remained hopeful. He knew there was some interest on her part. Ronon could sense it in the way she responded to his kisses, and he could smell her arousal whenever he touched her.
VIII
Ronon returned with breakfast to find Elizabeth pacing, scowling in deep thought. He spoke, startling her, "We may converse freely now. I have seen Todd in the galley; he will not be watching."
"He is not recording?" she asked, reaching for the food he brought.
Ronon shook his head and watched Elizabeth eat. "I have heard we will reach the pirate home world tonight. We will be safe from scrutiny in my quarters in the palace."
Elizabeth looked up, "You have quarters in the palace?" She raised an eyebrow.
He shrugged, "The Queen likes me."
Elizabeth blinked at the wave of jealousy that swept through her unexpectedly. But her years of being a diplomat allowed nothing to show on her face. "Good," she nodded thoughtfully, "We must use every advantage we have. Don't you need to go? Don't you have duties? We can't give them any reason to suspect us."
Ronon looked at her, heat in his eyes. "They will only be thinking I have taken dessert with breakfast."
Elizabeth swallowed and tried to ignore the rush of wetness she felt gather between her legs. He did look like he could eat her, like he could make her scream.
A rap on the door made Ronon turn away and Elizabeth heaved an internal sigh of relief.
Ronon pulled the door open and growled at the lowly pirate at the door.
"Sorry to bother you Mister Dex but the Captain requests your presence on the bridge. Right now he said. Wants to go over some things before we enter home world orbit, he said."
Ronon turned back to Elizabeth. "Stay," he told her. Then he was gone.
Elizabeth sighed and curled up on the bed. Still her rapidly churning mind did not stop her from falling into a fitful sleep.
When Ronon woke her, she felt as though she had hardly slept at all when actually several hours had passed.
"Wake up," Ronon was shaking her gently. Elizabeth blinked blearily up at him. "We are on the first transport ship down to the planet. The Queen wishes to see me."
Elizabeth groaned but followed Ronon through a maze of hallways to the docking bay. The captain was standing before a ship somewhat larger then a puddlejumper, but not as sleek a design. The captain was glowering at Ronon.
"I don't understand why the Queen would want to see you."
Ronon just shrugged and grabbed Elizabeth by the wrist, pulling her towards the ship. Before they were halfway there Todd spoke up from his place next to the Captain. "The Queen only asked for you Dex. Leave the bitch here."
The Captain nodded his agreement. Todd stepped forward his arm outstretched towards Elizabeth. "Hand her over."
Ronon pulled Elizabeth behind him, his other hand straying towards his gun. "No," he growled, "She stays with me."
Todd scowled but continued to step closer.
The pilot of the boarding ship called out to the captain, informing that the ship was ready to leave, unaware of the situation he was interrupting.
The momentary distraction gave Todd the chance to dart forward and drag Elizabeth away from Ronon. Instantly Ronon let out a roar and grabbed Todd by his lank, greasy dark hair and sent him flying across the hanger. Before anyone could blink, Ronon's blaster was out and he shot a clean hole though the palm of Todd's hand.
"No one touches what is mine," Ronon said fiercely, tucking the gun away. He pushed Elizabeth inside the transport ship, but didn't enter it himself. Instead he addressed the Captain, "I remove myself from this crew and you command. I'm sure the Queen will have no objection." With that he ducked inside the ship and ordered the pilot to take off.
Furious, Scarface turned and kicked Todd in the ribs. "Why didn't you tell me he had the favor of the Queen?!" he hissed in anger. Todd moaned in pain, his body curled around his injured hand. "You fool!" the captain exploded, "He was a spy for her! She never liked me, now she has grounds to get rid of me!" He turned to some pirates loitering about, watching the scene. "Lock him in the brig and set a full guard on this scum. He turned about and stormed away while the pirates gathered around the former second mate.
IX
On the ship, fast approaching the surface of the pirate homeworld, Elizabeth could not stop staring at Ronon. Ronon, who was checking his many weapons obsessively, pretended not to notice.
When he had moved to save her from Todd, Elizabeth had felt a strange wave of protection roll off Ronon and fill her. She could not explain it. It was like for split second she and Ronon had been connected through their minds. She didn't know what to make of it, and by the way Ronon was trying to ignore her, neither did he. But whatever was going on between them, they could not afford to be split apart now that they were heading into the thick of enemy territory.
Her mind made up Elizaebth straddled his lap, crossing her ankles behind his back and kissed him, running her tongue along his teeth asking for entrance.
For a second Ronon didn't respond, but then he was kissing her back just as intense, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer.
Elizabeth pulled away from his lips to kiss along his jaw to his ear. "We need to stick together," she whispered urgently," Focus on what we want then we'll get the hell out of here."
Ronon pressed his cheek to hers and nodded slightly. The co-pilot stuck his head through the open doorway separating the cockpit from the main body of the ship. "We'll be landing shortly. The Queen wishes for you to join her in the council room immediately upon arrival."
Ronon nodded at him, not letting go of Elizabeth. The man's eyes flickered nervously between the two of them. "She can stay with you." He disappeared before Ronon could voice a reply.
Ronon grinned predatorily at Elizabeth and she smiled hesitantly back. That small smile made Ronon want to kiss her again, but he didn't get the chance as the hull door hissed open to reveal armed pirates waiting to escort him to the Queen.
The small procession stopped in front of a pair of thick wood doors carved much in the manner Elizabeth hand seen on the baptismal doors on the cathedral in Florence, which were flanked by two heavily muscled guards.
Ronon dint spare them a glance as he pulled open the doors and entered the room, Elizabeth just behind him.
A fireplace drove off the chill of the planet's winter night and a few candles cast the empty room in a warm glow.
Ronon moved purposely through the foyer to a door on the far half hidden in the shadows. Here he knocked.
The door cracked open and a face with milky eyes peered around it. "Who is it?" the blind man wheezed.
"Ronon Dex just off The Dissolution."
"You're late," the man accused, "And who is the female with you?"
Elizabeth jumped slightly, a little unnerved that the man could sense her presence.
Ronon grinned, the man's uncanny ability to sense people- and the lies they tell- always amused him. "The female is my new slave." Ronon allowed a hint of protectiveness to creep into his voice, "We were held up when the second mate and I had a… disagreement over my new property."
The sightless man grinned, "Ah Ronon lad, I always thought you to be the possessive type. Did you kill him?"
"Naw. I only ensured he will never touch what is mine again."
The man chuckled softly, "I will inform Lex that you are here." He withdrew into the chamber.
"Who is Lex?" Elizabeth whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
"The pirate Queen," Ronon whispered back. "Only her inner circle may call her that."
"You?" she mouthed at him.
Ronon gave a short nod as the blind man opened the door.
"You may come in. The Queen is holding council with her eight."
"Eight?" Ronon questioned, "Where is the last pirate warlord?"
The man smiled grimly. "He insulted her, they dueled, he died. Fast. Painfully."
"Then this council is to elect a new commander."
"Yes, come," the blind man gestured them inside.
Ronon gave Elizabeth an undecipherable look and followed the old man into the brightly lit chamber.
Unlike the room before, this one was illuminated with electric lighting, showing off a large wood table piled high with good food and fine wine. Scattered around it where eight men in various costumes, some tight flightsuits or military style uniforms, others looking more rugged in leather, fur, or brightly colored silks. At the far end of the trestle table lounged a stocky, short woman dressed in tight leather pants and corset, a brilliant red scarf not really keeping her wildly curly blond hair out of her face. She sat in the same fake relaxed way Ronon did during mission briefings. All of the room's occupants watched quietly while the newcomers came in.
"Finally you arrived Dex. Good. Sit." The Queen waved a hand at the empty chair to her left. When Ronon didn't move, the pirate sighed impatiently and gestured to the seat again. "You're the new warlord. So sit."
Some of the other men looked less than happy at Ronon's promotion, but none dared voice their displeasure.
This is all I have typed so far. If I can find the notebooks, I can type up more if I feel like it, but an update might be awhile in coming now.