The next two sections typed and done. It's like a whole new story for me because I have completly forgotten what I had written. But I think not knowing what comes next makes the typing easier. Just a heads up there is some very graphic sex in this chapter. Enjoy it.

XI

They emerged into a large courtyard in front of a ship so huge it put the Daedalus to shame. There were two guards lounging in front of the ship's entrance who both snapped to attention at the sight of Ronon and Elizabeth.

"Who goes there?"

"Warlord Ronon. I've just come from the Queen's chambers. She has ordered me to take her ship and destroy the Dissolution those traitorous bastards."

The guards stood aside to let them through, recognizing Ronon who had often been seen at the Queen's side.

As soon as the doors slid shut behind them, Ronon began running through the deserted ship to the bridge to begin powering the ship up. Elizabeth leaning against a consol trying to catch her breath from running after him. Calmly Ronon lifted the ship into the air before flicking on the engines to send it jettisoning for space.

Elizabeth sat down in a chair out of his way and watched him with dark eyes. She was trying to think rationally but she was still as horny as hell. There was a loud beep then a male voice began speaking out of the consol Elizabeth was sitting before.

"Lioness this is The Seventh Plague, is something the matter?"

Ronon swore loudly. "The hyperdrive isn't ready yet. Talk to them, hold them off."

"What do I say?" Elizabeth asked slightly frantic.

"You're the one who is good with words. Talk to them!" Ronon roared.

Pressing down a button, she spoke into the mike, Seventh Plague this is the Lioness everything is fine. We are on our way to deal with some traitors."

"Very well, do you require any assistance?"

"No. The Queen wishes to make an example out of them."

A new voice came over the comm. system, "This is Captain Bartholomew Darius. I wish to speak to the Queen."

"She doesn't want to speak to you." Ronon shot her a look. She turned away from the mike to address him, "That hyperdrive better be ready because I don't think they bought our story."

The radio beeped again, but before the voice could come through Elizabeth snapped it off.

"Hyperdrive is ready," Ronon warned as the ship lurched into light speed.

Caught in the sudden stillness of the fast-as-light travel Elizabeth and Ronon's eyes met across the control room. While they were thinking more clearly, the aphrodisiac was still very much in their systems. Elizabeth could see it in Ronon's darkening eyes and hungry gaze. She trembled under it, a part of her – a large part of her- wanting him with a burning need.

"Ronon," she whispered, a plea; to stop, to come to her, to make love to her, she didn't know.

Something in Ronon snapped at the sound of his name on her lips. He bounded over to where she stood, clutching the back of a chair for support. Looking down at her kiss swollen lips, he felt blinding rage that that pirate bitch had touched Elizabeth- had kissed her. Only he should be allowed to kiss Elizabeth. So he did. A hard, bruising kiss, his hands buried in her soft brown curls, her on his biceps to steady herself as she returned the kiss with an equal amount of fervor.

Growling, Ronon pulled away from her lips to kiss down her neck to the open vee of her stolen blouse. Elizabeth could only cling to him and moan. Ronon felt her relax into him and he had to have her now. He pulled her shirt and corset off with savage passion, his mouth immediately latching on a hard nipple, his hand coming up to play with the other one.

Elizabeth pushed up into his mouth while clawing at his shirt, wanting to get closer. Ronon pulled away sharply and drew his shirt over his head.

Elizabeth whimpered at the loss of contact but her whimper turned into a loud gasp at the feeling of Ronon's warm hand on her stomach sliding down into her pants. He could feel her panting hard in his ear as he drew his fingers through the soft curls covering her sex. He was so hard now it hurt. He moved his fingers lower and stroked her slit, amazing at how wet she was. He had never before been with a woman so excited. What was left of his rational thought process told him it was in part due to the drug, but that thought was overwhelmed by his swelling male ego – that he was causing her to react this way.

Elizabeth shuddered in his hands, Oh God she was so close. Her entire body throbbed on the cusp of orgasm.

Ronon sensed this and plunged one, then another finger into her, his thumb moving rhythmically over her clit. Elizabeth came screaming, grinding herself down on his hand, fucking herself on it. Waves of pleasure crashed through her and although it has been awhile, she couldn't remember ever coming this hard before.

Lost in the afterglow, she trembled slightly as Ronon pulled away and watched him with hooded eyes as he slowly licked his fingers clean, savoring her taste. She clung to him weakly as he finished tugging her pants and panties down her legs.

Elizabeth drew him in for another kiss, rubbing her sensitized breasts against his muscled chest, lightly dusted with hair. She gasp at the feel of the hot brand of his erection pressing into her stomach.

"Ronon," she murmured against his mouth, "Please."

He grabbed her shoulders and held her away from him, breathing heavily. "I don't know if I can control myself. I don't want to hurt you."

She was so far gone, she only moaned at his confession and wrapped a leg around his waist, grinding her hot sex against him. "Please take me," she begged.

"I'm sorry about this. This isn't what you deserve," he babbled even as he flipped her around and pushed her down to lean on the consol. He grasp her hips and rubbed himself through her wetness, the head of his erection bumping against her clit with each small thrust. Elizabeth pressed herself into the consol, grabbing the upper edge for support as Ronon thrust into her in one hard push. Damn she was tight, Ronon had never felt this good before. Over come with an animalistic passion, he began thrusting into her at a furious pace.

Elizabeth had to blink back tears when he first entered her. It had been a good two years since she last had sex and never had she been with someone so large. Even as wet as she was, she still felt stretched to the limit. But the pain added to the pleasure and as soon as he began to move Elizabeth felt the delicious sensations spread out from her womb and begin to build into gratifying pressure. Her eyes slid shut as her second orgasm hit her and sparks exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her inner muscles clenching around Ronon's cock only spurred him on.

She had no time to recover, Ronon was still pounding into her and she was instinctively pushing back to meet him halfway. She pressed herself down into the consol, arching her hips higher in the air and the new angle made them both groan. Now with each thrust he was hitting that sweet spot deep inside her and God, she was coming again, just as hard as the first two times. She had never been multi-orgasmic before and she doubted she would come again. She could feel her legs trembling and hoped he would come soon because she felt blackness creeping around the edges of her vision. She slipped down the control panel some, impaling herself hard on his shaft just as he reached around to brush against her clit. Another orgasm hit her unexpectedly and on a wave of pleasure carried her off into darkness.

Her orgasm triggered Ronon's and with a roar, he spilled his seed deep inside her. For a few long minutes he lay draped over Elizabeth's form, struggling to catch his breath. Somehow he found a bit of strength left within him to pull away, shivering slightly as he slipped out of her, and gathered her in his arms. Gently he picked her up and carried her off the bridge and down the hall to the Capain's quarters to lay her down on the simple bed there. He turned to leave, but Elizabeth's hand shot out and stilled him with a touch on him forearm.

"Stay," she murmured sleepily, hardily aware of her surroundings.

Ronon looked at her tenderly before climbing onto the bed and wrapping his arms around her waist. Elizabeth snuggled in tighter against him, already lost to the world of dreams. Ronon pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and followed her easily into sleep.

XII

Elizabeth awoke to find herself stark naked in a room big enough for a bed and a chair. Seeing her stolen pirate clothes folded on the chair, the previous night came flooding back to her and she blushed red with embarrassment.

Ronon, who was lounging in the control room, felt a twinge of discomfort and was on his feet immediately running for Elizabeth's room.

Elizabeth squeeked and pulled the sheet to her chest as Ronon burst through the door. He stared at her, with sleep mussed hair, bare pale shoulders, and red love bites trailing down her neck and continuing under the sheet, she had never looked so desirable to him. Forcing the attraction down, he looked her over, checking for injuries.

Elizabeth noticed his scrutiny. "What?!" she snapped, feeling very exposed all of a sudden.

He shook his head violently, more to rid the thoughts of him ravishing her again then to answer her question. She just stared at him, not sure what to do. With a deep breath she gathered what was left of her modesty and humility around her and spoke much more calmly then she felt, "Ok then. Let me get dressed and we will talk about what to do next." She fell back into her role as an aloof leader to avoid the topic of last night. She was ashamed at her lack of self control. Sure she had always been attracted to Ronon, but she knew she could never act on those feelings. Until now that is. And she just wanted to forget the incident with the pirate queen. She blushed again at the hazy memory.

Looking up she noticed Ronon hadn't left. "I'll meet you on the bridge." She gave him a pointed look.

He stared at her for a moment more, then spun around and left. Elizabeth sighed and got dressed, grimacing in distaste at the roguish, tight clothing the pirate queen favored.

She found Ronon slumped glumly in the captain's chair, mindlessly digging a furrow in the arm of the chair with his knife. He was disappointed. He understood she had many things hanging over her head as leader of the Atlantis mission, but he hadn't expected her to completely ignore what had happened. He had felt something between them last night that went way beyond animalistic lust and he be damned if she hadn't felt it too.

He scowled as she drew near, he could sense her, smell her unique scent and he wanted to go to her. Instead he dug his knife in harder and waited for her to speak. She didn't disappoint.

"How long until we reach Atlantis?"

"There is a tracking device on every ship in the pirate fleet. We will have to land on a planet with a Stargate and bring back McKay to disable it," he explained, studiously not looking at her.

"Okay…" Elizabeth was confused at Ronon's sudden unwillingness to communicate. "Where are you planning on landing?"

He shrugged, "I just programmed the ship to jump into hyperspace to get a good head start on them. When we pull out of it, we'll find the closest Stargate and go."

Weir blinked at him, "That's your plan? Not very good is it?"

"I didn't exactly plan on stealing the pirate's flagship when I made plans for leaving. I didn't plan on you being here either," he snapped back at her gruffly.

"Why didn't you tell me you already had the intel on the location of the ZPM? We should've tried to escape sooner."

Ronon glared straight ahead. Why was she being so infuriating? "I didn't get the information until we were in that bitch's room," he ground out, "And don't you want an extra ship to defend Atlantis with?"

"Yes, the ship will be very useful once we get the tracking device disabled. But a fully functioning ZPM will be of much more use on a whole."

Ronon didn't answer her. Instead he stood and stomped over to where he carelessly threw the map down in his haste to get the ship running. Now gently he picked it up, unsure of how great a condition the worm vellum was actually in. He handed it over to Elizabeth without a word.

She unrolled it and her mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Oh my God," she pronounced, looking up at Ronon, with eyes shining. "You did it. This has to be the key to finding the ZPM!"

Ronon could feel Elizabeth's excitement affecting him and despite his gloomy attitude he grinned back at her.

"I need to start working on translating this right away. Let me know when we come out of hyperspace." She left down the hall, hoping that the captain's office was nearby that she could utilize. Ronon stared after her, hopeful now that she was in a good mood, she wouldn't treat him so cold and formal, that she would stop pretending like last night had never happened.