Ronon fidgeted with the various manual overrides available behind the panel. He'd tried a number of ways to open the door, a few of which were rigged with some nasty shocks.

However, no one came running to the door. She'd neglected to rig an alarm to accompany the triggered traps. He heaved a sigh in disappointment.

Colare had done a good enough job to keep someone with his limited knowledge out, but not enough to get any attention for trying to pick the lock. Someone with more knowledge would surely be able to sidetrack the shocks and open the door, McKay for instance.

McKay would also be able to override the alarms if she'd bothered to set them.

Reduced to the conventional way of entering a room barred to him, Ronon reassembled the panel and waved a hand over it. He knew he'd done so correctly only when the chime sounded on the other side of the door. He picked up his bag and waited, eyeing the panel for a second application.

What was taking her so long to open the door? A number of scenarios cycled through his mind as he waited. She was angry. She had a right to be, at him and Sheppard for locking her up here. She could be asleep. Not likely. She could be in the showers or otherwise unable to immediately answer the door. She could be detained. Perhaps, the visit to his place had been noticed by the guy and he'd dropped in for a chat.

He was reaching for the panel and unclipping his holster when it finally opened.

Surprise registered first.

Damn… There was the shock and blinking. Then some dry mouth. Maybe breathing would be good… if he could, you know, breathe. He had been breathing before, right? He could distinctly remember an impatient sigh in the hallway just seconds earlier.

He recovered from the blow that had gut-checked him to realize she'd stood aside to invite him in. She was starring at him in surprise too. She'd never seen him clean shaven before. Ronon cleared his throat and stepped in.

He dropped his bag on her floor. Lennah jerked.

It was like watching her get slapped.

"Sorry." His voice wasn't working well. Probably, because of that whole breathing thing. He turned to the inside panel and stared at it. And stared at it some more, before finally getting to work on it. Enable lock. Disable unlock. Disable chime.

She watched him for a moment, not knowing what he was doing with the crystals but understanding she'd be locked in here with him for some time. Her eyes moved over to that big bag he'd plopped on the floor. The man could go for ages without changing his shirt and, yet, here were two or three others. It would be mostly guns and ammo, but why? Is he expecting some kind of war zone?

Well, I did see him with someone else. She thought as she turned to her meager private balcony, the closest thing to freedom. They must have bad break-ups everywhere… But of course that requires a relationship to break-up. Did we qualify?

When he turned around, she was gone. "Colare?" She didn't have another exit, did she?

She considered not answering.

"Lennah?" He could see her through the window. It was windy and that didn't bode well for that… whatever it was she was wearing. He opted instead to poke around her room. It wasn't nearly what Teyla had led him to believe.

It was somewhat unkempt but that was par for the course with Lennah. She called it 'creative chaos'. The stripped bed and the pallet on the floor were certainly new. He could almost see her sprawled out on those pillows…

Ronon spun to look at his bag. There was something more he had to do, right? What was it again?

There was that stupid 'security' she'd set up when she caged herself in here. Pointing all the mirrors at her self, like she was the whole problem with the situation. He'd tell her to turn it off.

Then again… Dear Ancestors, this is gonna be harder than I thought.

Lennah looked out over the sea as a summer storm raised tension in her waves and washed everything in grey. The sun was cut off and the stifling air prophesied a deluge soon.

You can't hide out here forever. She gripped the rail to deny it. The thin robe billowed in the gusts and she wracked her mind for some course of action. The cold rain started and she was forced to take cover before what was white became transparent.

She found him staring at the remnants of her fort, blankets strewn and pillows flung about. He turned to look at her and she froze. He really was that scary.

Ronon raised an arm to point at her desk. "Turn it off." Lennah crossed to her desk as she tied the robe closed. She drew the shutdown process out as he wandered around her room.

Think, child!! She scolded herself as she disabled all Bluetooth options and set her preferences to her usual. Suggest a movie? Read a book and ignore him? Apologize? Talk about it and get it out of the way? The last seemed like the best course of action. Clear the air and pray to GOD…

"You pushed me away."

Pray to God what? MORE fool ideas, Colare? Think he'll ever touch you, look at you again? Haven't you caused him enough hurt?

"You gave 'em what they wanted."

She rose angrily, slamming her junk drawer shut after grabbing the screwdriver. Lennah climbed up on the edge of her desk and started unscrewing the camera on the wall.

"Cut yourself off from people who could help you."

Think if you say 'my bad' enough he'll forgive you? You caused him as much hurt as you caused yourself. He's not going to forgive you that easy. But you really are making it easy for him, trussed up like a hussy. Like you knew he was coming…

But she had. They'd always been aware of each other's locations and moods regardless of proximity. Tests showed it, analysts knew it. She'd bet anything that Price wouldn't answer her if she asked.

Thunder rocked the world. Lennah's hand slipped and she banged her finger. She jerked back with a curse and tottered. Dex pulled her down before she hurt herself.

"You should know better…" but the words left his brain as soon as her scent hit. I really should know better.

His arm was around her waist from setting her on her feet, her back against him. She was frozen, muscles bunched and tense with her hands on his arm.

It was raining. Very little air moved through the open door. It was so quiet. They were in their own little world. If she wanted, she could turn into him and he'd kiss her back. Lennah felt her head start to turn. She willed her neck to reverse its motion.

"You think too much." Ronon spun her into the wall and dove in.

Whatever she'd been thinking about flew out the window as Ronon broke down her doors and walls and left her open to nothing but him.

It was like breaking the surface and drowning at once. Lightning in the brain, thunder in the ears.

Lennah had legs but they were M.I.A. Her arms clung to him just to stay upright. She had lips and teeth and a tongue but he had all that and hands. He pulled apart her robe and roved.

Lennah was sure that the wall had caved in behind her for all the G's her head was pulling. Then his hands slid all the way down her back to hike up her hips.

Their lips broke away and they gasped for air. Leveled against the wall, she looked down at him. Colare took due note of her hands in his hair, the tilt of her hips in his hands, and her legs wrapped around him. Was this it? Was this that moment?

Ronon looked up at the hair falling across her face, the feral look in her eyes, and the pulse at her neck. One corner of her mouth slid up and she cupped his smooth face, tilting it up towards her. He was there. Not just in body but in her head. She knew how he thought and she knew that he wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be. He looked at her and she could see his affection in his eyes. He smiled at her and cocked his head. She chuckled and covered his mouth with hers.

Then the wall wasn't at her back anymore but she didn't care enough to open her eyes until she fell to the blankets. He supported her neck in the crook of his arm and his other hand slid the satin to her stomach.

"Oh!" Everything stopped. She looked up at him shaking. "I need you to lead."

He touched his forehead to hers. "I know." His voice wavered. He started from her knee this time, slower.