Sorry for the delay! I have decided to change the rating to M. I don't know if this chapter needs it (better safe than sorry?), but later ones probably will. Hope I don't lose any of you!

There was a thumping sound. At first she thought it was coming from inside the room, but it stopped. Then she heard it again. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on her bed. Whatever it was, the noise had pulled her out of what she just realized had been a dream. Flashes of it played like disjointed clips from a movie through her mind. His lips against her neck. Her back pressed flush against her bedroom wall. His naked chest against hers. Rough hands holding her arms above her head by her wrists. She sat up quickly and realized she was alone in her room. She ran a hand through her hair, still trying to situate herself. His hands running up her thighs. His smoldering eyes burning into her as he told her to put her arms around his neck and then lifted her off the floor. Her legs around his waist. Her fingernails digging deeply into the defined muscles of his back as she clutched tightly to him. Her back arching against the wall. His low grunts and growls in her ear. The blood rushing to her chest as it turned red. She was still out of breath and flushed. The knocking happened again. She leapt up and opened her door.

"Ronon," she gasped.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, stepping into her room. He turned around and looked at her, frowning. "You ok?" he asked, noting her disheveled appearance, lack of air supply, and sweaty brow.

"Fine," she replied, still breathless, "I just dozed off."

"Nightmare?" he asked, unstrapping his gun holster from his leg.

"No," she shook her head, "Just a—just a dream," she said feebly. "It was my first trip off world today," she provided as an explanation for her spontaneous nap, trying to change the subject.

"Just a vivid dream?" he pressed on.

"Very," she nodded slowly, avoiding his gaze.

He smirked. "I uh…I thought I heard you saying my name. S'why I kept knocking," he revealed.

"Really?" she asked in a high-pitched voice, blushing bright red.

"Anyway," he carried on. "Spanish," he announced, rubbing his hands together.

"Right," she squeaked, following him to her desk. She sat down and sighed. "Ok, I have a confession to make," she started.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" he prompted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I…didn't make a lesson plan for today," she continued.

He closed his eyes for a moment and looked down, expecting a confession of a very different sort, then returned his gaze to her.

"I was going to do it when I got back from being off world and I fell asleep instead," she grimaced. She looked down at her watch, then paused and thought for a moment. "I'm just gonna teach you swear words," she stated, pushing her books to the edge of her desk.

"Hell yeah," he said in agreement.

The rest of the lesson went by smoothly. He laughed after every curse word she taught him, repeating them slowly, then pretending to use them in real context. She laughed at his amusement.

"Well that's all I've got for today," she sighed.

"Good lesson," he smiled, "Very useful."

"I try," she smiled back.

"Hey," he began, digging the heels of his palms into his legs.

She cocked her head with curiosity as he spoke.

"I'm gonna be gone for a few days next week – "

"Oh, that's fine. You don't need to schedule a make-up lesson or anything," she interrupted.

"That's…not what I was gonna say," he said, shaking his head as his eyes met hers, "You have a favorite movie or something?" he asked.

"Yeah," she smiled.

"You wanna show it to me some time this weekend?" he asked with a smirk.

"Sure," she nodded, trying to remain calm and keep all of her emotions and excitement contained.

He strapped his holster back onto his leg. "It's not in Spanish is it?" he asked warily, looking over at her.

"No," she laughed, "Definitely in English."

"Good," he grunted as he got up to leave.

She let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, and Emma. Next time you decide to have sex with me, I'd really like to be there for it," he said mischievously, then disappeared into the corridor.

She was speechless. She felt the blood rushing to her face and could hear it in her ears, muffling the sounds around her. She was beyond humiliated. How much had she said and how much had he heard?

He walked back to his quarters with a bounce in his step. She wanted him and he had caught her. From the other side of the door, he could hear her softly moaning and saying his name. Most of the words were incoherent, but he made out what he could. She maybe didn't want to admit it, but deep down, she longed for him as much as he did for her – he had been having similar dreams the past few nights. But he needed to find a way to get past that barrier she always put up whenever she was about to share something with him. Every time she came close to revealing something sensitive about herself, she backed away like a skittish deer. She was more like him than he had initially realized. She didn't trust easily. She didn't trust him…not yet.

He changed directions and instead made his way to Sheppard's quarters. He knocked and heard a loud "come in" from the other side. He entered without a pause. "How do you get someone to trust you?" he asked immediately.

"Uh…" Sheppard responded eloquently, "Well, you have to build…trust with them," he shrugged.

Ronon raised an eyebrow indicating he wasn't entirely amused.

"You…you have to appeal to them in a special way," he stammered, "And then you have to share something risky about yourself so they'll feel at ease and want to trade something risky about themselves," he explained, looking a bit surprised at his own successful advice.

"Thanks," Ronon said gruffly, turning around to leave.

"Wait big guy, who are you trying to get to trust you?" he asked nosily, sitting up straighter in his bed.

"It doesn't matter," he replied, heading back into the hallway.

"Yeah but I'm curious," Sheppard said to himself.

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