Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once: I don't own any of the characters and I'm not making money off of doing this. This is simply for fun.

Present Day (February 19, 2009):

Jennifer stirs from her sleep. Her pillow seems different today. Not as soft as it should be. Comfortable. But not soft at all. Rolling over to her left side, she bumps into something harder. Her eyes snap open, her vision clears. Black. All she sees is black. Pulling away, she finds Ronon sleeping on his side, facing her.

His eyes begin to flutter. Jennifer is frozen. When his eyes open he automatically smiles at her. "Morning."

"Morning." Jennifer squeaks.

"You okay?" Ronon asks as he gets up to lean on his elbows, looking down at Jennifer who still has a shocked expression on her face.

"Yeah." She squeaks again.

"You got really drunk last night. I had to take you back here." Ronon explains. "In case you're wondering, nothing happened last night." Jennifer sighs in relief. Ronon frowns at her reaction. He throws the covers off of him and bends down to grab his shoes with his socks rolled up inside and then takes his jacket from a nearby chair. Before leaving the room he says tightly "You're welcome." Not slamming the door, but closing it hard enough to tell that he's pissed.

X

Stomping from Jennifer's bedroom, Ronon makes his way to his and John's. Laura's already up, reading the newspaper and having a coffee.

"Coffee, lover boy?" Laura teases as she holds her cup. Ronon growls his answer and slams the door shut to his room.

"What the fuck?!" McKay yells from the couch, leaning up on his elbows.

"Go back to sleep casino boy." Laura says to him over her cup. McKay flops back down onto the couch, punching his pillow then goes back to sleep.

X

Jennifer stares after him, dumfounded. Rising from the bed she realizes that she's still clothed, sans the jacket and high heels. She can't find her flip flops. She looks underneath her bed. Nothing. Then she looks underneath Laura's bed, which is still unmade, and sees Laura's flip flops. She decides to put it on. Better than nothing. Turning back to her bed she lifts the covers and is about to make the bed, but her stomach starts growling. Huffing in annoyance, she drops the sheets and heads for the door.

"Hey, you found my flip flops." Laura says from the breakfast table.

"And you're wearing mine." Jennifer says dryly as she takes a seat beside Laura. "Room service?"

"Yup. I ordered us eggs, bacon, banana pancakes – heavenly, if I say so myself – and fresh brewed coffee and o.j." Laura says to her, lifting the covers one by one. "So what was that all about? Did you kick him out of bed?" Laura asks with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Of course not. I was just surprised. That's all." Jennifer replies.

"You know some people are trying to rest here!" Rodney yells at them.

"Sorry Rodney." Jennifer says.

"Oh shut it Rodney." Laura tells him. "You can sleep in our room for a bit if you want. Stop being such a girl." Rodney ignores her and cover his face with the pillow.

"I woke up and he was right there. I didn't know what to think." Jennifer whispers.

"So why did he storm out of the room?" Laura asks her.

"He did not storm out of the room." Jennifer says defensively. "And I didn't say anything."

"Maybe that was the problem." Laura said as she spears a piece of pancake into her mouth.

"No I think it was more of the relief registered on my face when he sort of told me that we didn't have sex." Jennifer replies.

Laura sputters then takes a sip of orange juice to clear her throat. "I'm sorry, your what?" She says with a laugh. "Oh honey, that's the biggest mistake you could have ever made."

"How would that be my biggest mistake?"

"To him it seems like you don't want to have sex with him." Laura explains.

"Oh come on!" Rodney yells again. "Seriously?! If you girls are gonna whisper maybe you should turn the notch down. I really don't want to hear about your sexual exploits." McKay says as he stands up and grabs his blanket and pillow and heads off to the girls' room, slamming the door shut. Laura just giggles at this.

"I did want to – well, no, I didn't, I mean I do, but, oh hell! I do want to have sex with him." She says in a very low voice, bending down as if to hide from hidden listening ears. "Just not last night. I mean, I would have. I think. Especially since I was so drunk, I think I would have had sex with him." And then Jennifer reddens. "Oh God, I think, if it wasn't a dream, I think I did ask him to make love to me. Shit. Shit! Shit!" Her eyes grow wide. "Oh my god! What must he think of me? I mean –"

"Calm down Tequila queen." Laura says with an amused smile plastered on her face. "It may have been a dream. If not, it's okay. You were drunk. Like shit-faced drunk, sweetie. And second, are you sure you didn't have sex?"

"What do you mean?" Jennifer ask, looking confused.

"I mean that maybe something did happen and that maybe seeing you look like that this morning – mortified – then maybe he just decided not to say that you did do the deed, you know to save you from embarrassment." Laura explains.

"Why would he do that?" Jennifer asks. "No. No. I don't think so. Besides, I know you slept in the room, so we must not – I mean we couldn't have…"

Laura interrupts her "Sweetie, I got back at two in the morning. When I walked through those doors," Laura pointed at the door to the bedroom "I saw you guys all cuddled up beneath the blankets. And I'm pretty sure you guys were all tangled up, too."

"But I was fully clothed." Jennifer points out. Laura just shrugs. "You still think we had sex?"

"Not my place to say. Why don't you just ask him again. And try not to look so appalled by the thought. Would it be so bad?" Laura says as she leans back on her chair. "The guy is h-ot!"

"Who's hot?" John asks as he emerges from his room.

"You're roommate in there." Laura says, flipping her thumb over to the direction of the room.

"Ah." John says as he pours himself a cup of coffee. "What did you do to him?" John asks Jennifer. "The guy looks miserable."

"Aww." Laura blurts out.

"Shut up!" Jennifer hisses. John shakes his head and opens the glass sliders and steps out into the covered patio. Jennifer leans over towards Laura and says "First of all, we were both fully clothed. Second, of course it wouldn't be bad at all to have sex with him. In fact it would definitely be great. And don't you think I would remember if we had?"

Laura scrunches her nose and teases "Well you were pretty wasted."

Jennifer throws a napkin at her and moans "Ugh!"

Ronon walks out of the room just in time, wearing sweatpants and a black t shirt that fits perfectly. Without looking at Jennifer he turns towards the sliders and opens it slightly "John I'm going for a run now. You ready."

"Yeah, Just about." John replies. Getting back inside he sets his cup on the table. Looking from Laura to Jennifer whose eyes are steadily staring at the salt and pepper shakers on the middle of the table.

John walks ahead of Ronon towards the front door. Ronon gives Jennifer a backward glance, just in time for them to lock gazes. She tries to give him a smile, but he doesn't return it.

X

It's become a ritual for them to jog in the morning whenever they can. They usually meet at a park in San Francisco and then have breakfast afterwards. Today though, they skipped breakfast by Ronon's request. He's studied her habits since they got here. She always gets up at eight in the morning to have breakfast with Laura. And this is the first morning that he did not really feel like spending watching her eat.

Last night was awesome. He didn't lie. They didn't have sex. But they could have.

Flashback to the Night Before:

"You know, you didn't have to take me home." Jennifer says from behind him. They walked all the way back to the hotel with him carrying her on his back. She was light. Maybe a hundred pounds to a hundred and fifteen. "I could've walked with Elizabeth and Mike. It's not too late. You can still catch up with the guys."

"You can barely stand." Ronon tells her. "And besides, I'm tired. I'd rather go to bed." He tells her. I'm such a liar. He thinks to himself. He swings the door to her room open and walks over to the bed. He deposits her right by it. Bending down towards the bed, he pulls the covers.

He notices that Jennifer takes a deep breath when he bends towards the bed, as if to take his scent in. Jennifer tugs on his arm and pulls him up and then pulls his head down towards her. He already knows what she's about to do and lets her make her move. She moves her mouth over his, adjusting her face to get better access. Nibbling on his lips and occasionally sliding her tongue along the crack in between his lips. He opens his mouth at her persistence, and her tongue delves in, finding his own and skillfully pulling it in hers. Ronon wraps his arms around her first, and then unwraps them as his hands roam around her back and then pulling off her jacket. At the same time, Jennifer tugs on his jacket and he shrugs it off of him, leaving him in a black long sleeved shirt.

They're still kissing, and their hands are still roving around each others' bodies. His hands finally rest on her waist, with his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. Jennifer's hands have found their way behind him underneath his shirt, kneading his muscles. His mouth breaks free from hers and he trails kisses down her jawline to her neck. Jennifer dips her head back, stretching her neck as far as she can, offering herself. She pulls him harder against her body and gyrates her hips against his. With a soft groan, Ronon pulls away and takes a deep breath.

"Ronon?" He ignores her and pushes her down to sit on the bed. Kneeling in front of her he releases the straps of her shoes and takes them off of her feet and sets them by the nightstand. He gets up and runs his fingers through his hair. Staring down at her bent head for a few seconds. As he's about to turn, Jennifer grabs his hand, looks up and says "Make love to me. Please."

Ronon is surprised by the request. But wastes no time in kneeling in front of her. "Baby I can't." And then immediately continues when he sees that she got hurt by the refusal. "I want to." Bending down and resting his forehead on her knees. "Oh god how I want to." Lifting his head up and holding her hands in his he says. "But I want you to be sober and wide awake when we do make love." Kissing the back of her hands one by one, he adds "I want you to remember how it feels like."

"But Ro –" She begins to say.

"Not now, baby." Ronon says. "Ask me again tomorrow." He says to her with a smile, trying very hard to resist temptation.

He gets up to leave again, and once again Jennifer calls out to him. "Ronon." He turns to look back at her. "Can you just hold me then? Please."

This he can do. This he can definitely do. He walks over to the bed and sits down beside her. Taking his shoes off and rolling his socks down. He scoots towards the head of the bed and holds out his hand, she takes it and he pulls her towards him. He grabs the edge of the comforter and they lay down beneath the covers with his arm pillowing her head. Not long after, Jennifer falls asleep silently snoring, her face turned upward towards him, her hand clutching the front of his shirt. He covers her hand and rubs her knuckles, coaxing her to let go. And it works. He then twines his fingers through hers. He kisses her forehead and then listens to her snoring and then falls asleep himself.

Back to the Present:

"You okay buddy?" John asks him, snapping him back to the present.

"Yeah. " He says gruffly.

"So what happened last night? Can I assume you were in Jennifer's room?" Ronon nods his head. "Does that have anything to do with your lousy mood today." No answer. "What? Was it that bad?" And then John laughs. "Oh shit! Were you bad?"

"Shut up Sheppard!" Ronon says as they stop to rest. "Nothing happened."

"Oh so that's what you're pissed about." John says.

"Of course not. We could have done it last night. But we didn't. We just went to sleep." Ronon didn't mention that Jennifer was the one who even brought the subject up and that he refused.

"Then why the foul mood?" John asks, not caring that Ronon is even more pissed. Sometimes it's best to talk about it.

"When we woke up she seemed horrified that we might've done something." Ronon tells him as they take a seat on the curb.

"And you told her nothing happened. And I'm assuming she looked relieved and that's why you're such good company today." Ronon nods his head yes. "Well didn't it occur to you that maybe she wasn't relieved about the no sex part. But more that she was relieved that you didn't have sex because she was wasted last night." Ronon looks at him pensively. "Women are like that, buddy. Even when they like the person, it's still not okay for them to have drunken sex with that person. Why? I actually don't don't have a fucking clue. But I think it's because they want to remember it, the act, I mean. Especially with someone they like. Or love. And then also being drunk isn't a pretty sight sometimes. They like getting all dolled up and shit. Lit candles and sexy music. Oh and flowers."

"I know that." Ronon says, giving him an exasperated look.

"But you assumed it was because she doesn't want to have sex with you." John said.

"So you really think it's coz she was drunk last night and that she didn't want drunk sex?" Ronon asks.

"Absolutely." John answers. "Maybe you should apologize when we get back." John recommends.

But later, after their run, the girls have already gone out, not giving Ronon a chance to say he's story.

TBC.