The halls were empty all the way to the transporter and as Lennah indicated her corner of Atlantis, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection. Her breathing was shallow and she looked… ravenous. She smoothed her hair and looked at Ronon out of the corner of her eye. There was a similar attitude to his appearance but also a careless confidence that foreboded with Lennah.

Lennah's quarters weren't too far from the transporter but it dragged on in anticipation as her mind raced.

What do I do? Invite him in? Address the boundaries? Where is this going? Where did it come from? Sheppard and Teyla are going to kill us! Lennah smiled at that. Wow, there is an 'us'. Unless, it's just me. Oh, God, is it just me? Is he just being polite? Does he feel trapped? How do I let him off the hook? But I don't want to let him off.

A cold stone settled in her stomach when they neared her door.

She cast about for an answer as they slowed to a stop before her door. Okay, not in the hallway. Lennah opened the door with a graceful wave that would have been a nervous fumble with keys.

Ronon took charge and steered her in before waving the door shut.

I left this place a total wreck! She bent to scoop up a pile of clothes. Lennah inhaled to say something along the lines of 'make yourself comfortable.'

Ronon's hands caught her face as she turned toward him. Lennah fidgeted with the clothes in her hands. His arms snaked around her and his lips met hers, rough and heavy.

The light went off for Lennah. All those inept descriptions by Shakespeare and all the rest paled in the face of the simple action itself. All the best words had been used to describe this one instant, and yet, they all fell short.

Ro softened and pulled away from her. Lennah licked her lips and her eyes fluttered open in the sudden cold. He was smiling. Rather dumbly, but Lennah was sure she looked twice as ridiculous: hopelessly clinging to the cast-offs that failed her earlier wardrobe crisis. Ronon followed her look to the arm full of clothes. His smile broadened as he poked at one of her bras, one that had been hidden in the back of her closet for good reason.

"Sheppard's fault." She said hastily out of embarrassment. Ronon's eyes narrowed and he took a threatening step forward.

Lennah retreated and continued stammering as Ro slowly emptied her arms. He briefly glanced at a few particularly damning articles. "He—He suggested it. That I wear something sexy—girly, I meant girly. Just to throw you off. He said you only see me as 'a little buddy'."

Ronon took more steps forward and each pushed Lennah further back. "Little, yes. Buddy?" He didn't seem to blink and he was so imposing Lennah had to keep talking and retreating.

"Buddy." She waved a hand and clothes fell. "Buddy, like friend. One of the guys. Not a girl. Sheppard implied you didn't know I was a girl so I made sure you did tonight and it turned out pretty nice." Lennah stood with no further ground to retreat to or clothes to clutch. A cold moment of clarity reminded her it was her bed behind her.

Ro smiled, bewildered. "Oh, I knew. I just didn't know if you wanted me to." He grinned and his teeth shone in the dim light. "I'm told I'm kinda scary."

Lennah grinned and bit her lip as she tugged on one of his dreads. Ronon's face changed like she flipped a switch. His hands were on her again. He watched the sensation light in her eyes and smirked at its effect. She gripped his shirt and tried to hold eye contact as he explored and experimented with the visible skin, teasing the bottom edges of her shirt.

It was just hands until his lips found her again. Then those teeth. She struggled not to make a sound but some things just can't be helped. He growled and pounced in reply. Lennah knew she'd lost when her head didn't hit the bed with the rest of her.

Ronon's fist was lost in her hair and his teeth nibbled from her ear to her shoulder. She struggled against him, moving away. But wherever she went, he was there. Her breathing was ragged and her back arched into him. He pressed her down with one hand as he perched over her.

She was gone. Blindly staring back at him as she tugged at his shirt and his neck, pulling him toward her. Her eyes suddenly focused when he moved toward her. But he didn't make it easy. Her hands scrabbled against his chest and arms. He breathed down her neck and watched her eyes roll.

It was soft. So gentle. His lips didn't move with that roving hunger like before. It was a simple declaration of his presence. Everything before had incited her. This simple, sighing touch left her calmed.

She took a few breaths to steady herself before opening her eyes again. He'd been watching her and she saw an indefinable range of emotions pass over his face. Lennah smiled lazily and took him in. His expression mirrored her own: dazed and smiling. He leaned his head on one hand as they continued their observance.

Lennah looked more and more confused and his smile broadened in response.

"Did we just get set up?" She laughed. Ronon considered and decided it didn't matter. He shrugged and they both laughed.

. . . . . .

He only spent thirteen minutes in her room. She begged him to stay, her body language indicated that even though she said otherwise.

"Of course, it's late." She nodded as she looked up at him, leaning in her doorframe.

He said something along the lines of 'see you later' and leaned toward her in a way that had her tipping forward with the gravitational pull. At the last instant, he waved a hand in front of the panel and the doors snapped shut between them. He hung there for a moment more before pulling himself away. She no doubt did the same on the other side of it. Dex walked away rubbing at his unkempt jaw. It would be an interesting note to see if he shaved it soon.

A woman made a man do strange things. This was made quite apparent to the observer as he lingered in the area to see if Dex would return to Colare's room.

'Observer' was such a nice way of putting it. It was quite disarming.