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Present Day (February 21, 2009):

Ronon makes his way towards the bar but stops on his tracks when he hears someone muttering behind some bushes. It sounds strangely familiar, so out of curiosity he moves closer to the bushes to listen. Ronon frowns as he listens, He steps around the bushes to find Jennifer stomping down the path towards their villa.

Ronon lets out a breath of relief. It wasn't her. He silently follows her, straining his ear. He has always had good hearing. He can make out a few of her sentences.

"The nerve of him!" Jennifer says angrily in a low breath. "Why some men think that just because you smile at them, then it means you want to jump in bed with them…" She unlocks the door to the villa and yanks it open, not caring that it slammed opened. She walks to the patio doors and slides them open, grabs a chair and plops down.

"What did Nick do?" He asks gruffly from behind her chair, making her jump.

"Jesus! Ronon, can you make a sound next time?" She says, startled, and then turns back to look at the view, uncorking the bottle of wine.

"Did he touch you?" Ronon asks her, his face turning red.

Jennifer turns again to look at him. "No." She says with a sigh. "He was going to –" Ronon turns around. Jennifer reaches out and grabs his belt. "Don't! Just," She takes a deep breath. "just – can you stay here? Please?"

Ronon grabs the other chair and sets it beside her, and then takes a seat. "Do you want to tell me what happened? I saw you leave with him after dinner."

"I didn't leave with him. He invited himself." She says to him.

Flashback to Almost Half an Hour Ago After Dinner:

Jennifer grabs a bottle of wine from a bucket near the table and heads out the door. Everyone else has plans right now and right now all she wants to do is forget. Before she can reach for the doorknob Nick comes up to her.

"Jennifer, hey, where are you headed off to?" Nick asks her. "Would you like some company?"

"Someplace other than here." She tells him absently. Maybe I should get some desert. That's right, I could probably get a crepe or something at the restaurant. She says to herself as she nods.

"Great then, let's go." He says to her, thinking that the nod was meant as a yes.

Mmmm! Nutella! Smiling at the thought. Nick opens the door for her and they both walk out.

Back to the Present:

"So he didn't touch you."

"No, Ronon, he didn't." Jennifer reassures him.

"Okay, okay." Ronon says with a nod.

"And what is it to you anyway?" She snaps as she takes a big sip from the wine bottle.

"What's with the attitude, Jen?" He asks her softly.

"I don't have an attitude!" She denies.

"Yeah, you do." He tells her, snagging the wine bottle away from her and taking a gulp from it.

She takes it back and says "You still haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"I asked you 'what it is to you'?" She repeats.

"What is it to me?" He asks in confusion.

She breathes a sigh of frustration. "If he touched me or not."

He grabs the wine bottle from her and answers "Because no woman should be touched if she didn't want to be touched." He takes a big gulp and then adds "And because I care."

"Ha!" she says with a snort.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks her with a frown.

"Nothing." Jennifer denies.

"That 'ha' was nothing." He mutters. "You know what, no!" He suddenly says, straightening and turning to face her. "You're the one who left, Jennifer."

Jennifer shakes her head, not wanting to continue the discussion.

"I want to know why you left all of a sudden." He says to her.

"Well, I don't want to tell you." She tells him stubbornly.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Because it doesn't matter anymore." She answers.

"Of course it does." He retorts.

"No it doesn't. It's been nine years." She says and then adds "It's in the past."

"I kept looking for you." He tells her.

"I know." She takes the wine bottle from his hand and tips it up to her lips, not stopping until she has the last drop. "I know." Jennifer gets up from the chair walks back in to the villa. She sets the bottle on the dining table carelessly and then stops in front of the door to the room she's sharing with Laura and stares at the doorknob. "Hm. At least someone's having a good time."

Ronon, who's standing behind her, says. "When I saw that sock on the door I almost went out of my mind."

"I didn't know you had a thing for Laura, too." She says dryly.

Ronon shakes his head. "You, Jennifer. You. I almost went crazy when I thought it was you in there. Making all that noise!" He rakes his hand through his hair. "God Jennifer, sometimes, you can be so dense!" He tells her as he grabs her arms.

Jennifer stares at him with curiosity. Wanting him to kiss her silly. "Why the hell do you think I'd be in there with someone else?" She asks him. "Ever since we all got here I couldn't decide if I should strangle you or kiss you!"

She then pushes him away and starts to turn away from him. Instead of waiting for her to make the first move, he pulls her arm back lowers his head to trap her lips in his.

Jennifer is a little bit surprised at first and then slowly gives in to the kiss.

Her lips on his are soft and yielding. The memory of it all those years ago come tumbling back again. He's giving her enough room to pull away if she wanted. And she did pull away, but only slightly.

He whispers "If you say you want to do something, just do it." Putting more force in the last three words.

Jennifer is bit stunned and so she turns around and flops down on the couch. "This is embarrassing, but do you have a shirt I can borrow?" She asks him. "I don't want to ruin my dress."

Ronon hesitates. "Uh… yeah, um, here." He opens the door to the other room and looks into his suitcase for a shirt. When he stands and turns around he's caught a bit off guard to see Jennifer standing really close behind him.

"Sorry." She says, taking a step back.

"You should sleep in my bed." He says. Jennifer's eyebrow cocks up, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "I mean take my bed. I can take the couch for tonight." He tells her as he grabs the shirt and boxers he left on his bed and turn to leave the room.

Jennifer grabs his arm before he leaves and asks. "But what about Rodney? He might get pissed if he finds you sleeping on his couch."

"He'll probably get the idea that John's bed is empty. Just leave the door open." He tells her.

"I think he makes a lot of ruckus before he goes to bed. I don't want to have to keep waking up to that. With the wedding tomorrow, I need to rest." She tells him nervously, realizing how lame her excuse was.

Ronon is secretly glad for the silly excuse and goes with it. "You're right, besides, it's late, and he probably had a lot to drink already. He might wake everyone up when he gets back."

"Or worse, he might just fall asleep on top of you." She teases him. Ronon makes a slightly horrified face at that. "So I guess that's settled then."

"I guess." Ronon says. "Oh, one thing though."

"What?"

"I snore."

Jennifer smiles and then admits "Me, too." She sits on the edge of the bed and takes of her shoes. Ronon turns around to shut the door and then starts to unbutton his shirt. They're both thinking that they should give each other privacy to dress, but neither one is making a move to leave the room.

Ronon subtly looks behind him and sees Jennifer struggling with the buttons behind her. He smiles as she tries to wiggle her way out of the dress to no avail.

"Ronon?"

Ronon's head snaps back guiltily. "Yeah?' He asks cautiously.

Jennifer flushes and says "Can you help me with my buttons?"

In less then three seconds, Ronon already has the top button through the loops. One by one he pops them open. Ronon watches the dress reveal her back as he slowly undoes the covered buttons. Without thinking, he brushes the back of his fingertips on the exposed flesh. Jennifer gasps. "Sorry." He whispers.

And then he suddenly says. "No, I'm not sorry." Sliding the straps of her dress from her shoulders. "I'll only be sorry if I don't do this." He pulls her body against his. "Or this." Ronon's head bends down to plant a soft kiss on the space between her neck and shoulder. Lightly tracing the silver chain around her neck.

Jennifer's head leans against his shoulders, she gasps every time his tongue touches her skin. Her arm snakes its way around his neck holding his head in place. She stands on tiptoes to get closer as his hand rubs her hips in a hypnotizing fashion. Jennifer turns around in his arms and kisses his jaw line.

His hands move behind her to cup her buttocks, kneading them. He pulls his head away from her lips and gaze into her eyes. "I want to make love to you, Jennifer."

Jennifer's head tips to the side and her hands cup his face, her thumb grazes his lips as she repeats his own words "If you say you want to do something, just do it."

Ronon smiles and lowers his head to kiss her. Slipping the dress past her waist. He pulls his face back to look at her. He studies her body, from the top of her head to the valley between her small perky breasts covered in lace. He does a double take and his head jerks back to her face, his hand curling around the familiar shark's tooth. A question in his eyes.

"The leather cord it was on snapped, so I replaced it with this long chain." She says to him as he traces the outline of the pendant that's nestled in between her breasts.

He wants to ask her about it. Why she's still wearing it, even after she had left him nine years ago. But now's not the right time. He doesn't want to ruin this perfect moment. Later. He'll ask questions later.

He continues to peruse her. From the necklace in between her bra to her flat belly and then to the matching underwear riding low on her hips down to her shapely legs. "Wow."

"Wow?" Jennifer snorts.

"Yeah, wow. You're beautiful." Ronon says without taking his eyes off her.

Jennifer blushes and then says "I have small boobs."

"They're perfect."

"One's even smaller than the other."

"They're perfect for me."

"Why? Do you have one hand smaller than the other?" Jennifer asks in jest. Ronon throws his head back with a roar of laughter. When he calms down he looks back at her and pulls her closer. Lifting her hand up for him to kiss.

Jennifer watches him kiss the inside of her wrist. Her eyes drifting shut as he sucks on her pulse point. Ronon lets go of her hand and once again captures Jennifer's mouth in his. His tongue darts out and moves into her mouth, searching playfully. Jennifer leans into the kiss. She unbuttons his shirt quickly and push them off his arms. Her hands exploring the contours of his muscles. Her thumbs flicking his nipples.

Ronon groans at this and buries his fingers in the soft flesh of her ass, rocking his hips against her. Her hands fumble with his belt. Once she has it unfastened she, pushes his pants down.

Ronon toes his shoes and socks off, sheds his pants and then turns around with her so that the back of his knees are touching the bed. He takes a seat at the edge and pulls Jennifer to stand in between his legs. He tears his mouth away from hers and trails kisses down her throat to her breast, licking the valley, and then nudging the lacy contraption aside with his mouth. His lips find her nipple and he sucks hard, making her gasp out loud. His hands move behind her to unclasp her bra, but can't find any.

"Front clasp." She says in short breaths.

Ronon understands her and his mouth moves to the center of her bra and his teeth find the clasp. With a flick of his tongue, he's able to turn it and release it from it's lock, releasing her breasts. His mouth transfers to her other breast, while his hand cups the one that he had just left. "Aaah!" Jennifer lets out a long moan, her hands pressing his head down on her chest.

Ronon pulls her down on his lap. Jennifer can feel his erection through her lace panties. It's hard and thick and making her so wet. She rocks her hips against his and he groans. "Jen!" He pleads. "I don't think I'll last if you keep doing that." He tells her. It's hard to control himself especially when he can feel her soaking up the layers of fabric between them.

"Ronon," she breathes out. "You said you want to make love to me."

"I did." He says in a strangled voice as she nibbles on his ear.

"Well do it. Now. I want you so much!" she demands as she gyrates her hips against his.

Like a trigger, Ronon, lifts her up from him and rolls her to her back. With one arm behind her, he moves her to the center of the bed and dips his head down for a kiss. He pulls her panties down her thighs and throws it on the floor. He cups her hot mound. He's not surprised to find her shaved. Most women do it now. His middle finger traces her folds and gradually enters her, with his thumb rubbing the little nub of pleasure, making her writhe and squirm. She's so tight, that it's hard to get two fingers inside her. He's relieved to know that she hasn't been active or have had any partners for a long time. Her tightness makes this all the much sweeter.

Jennifer starts to moan loudly, the muscles in her vagina tightening around his fingers as he pushes in and out, wiggling around, feeling the hot moistness of her. His mouth traces a path down from her jaw to her neck and then down to her breast. He circles each areola with his tongue making her whimper in delight while his thumb simultaneously circles her clitoris.

"Oh god!" Jennifer breathes out in a strangled voice, her nails digging into his arms as she feels her climax.

Without waiting for her to come down from her high, Ronon takes his boxers off and then settles over her and positions his cock at her entrance. Jennifer's eyes lazily drift open when she feels the head of his shaft touch her vagina. She clenches the sheets beneath her as she braces herself for the intrusion.

Ronon pushes inside her slowly inch by inch, stretching the tight skin, feeling her all around him. He notices that she's biting her lower lip, her eyes registering pain, nervousness and wonder all at the same time. And then it hits him. She's a virgin!

TBC.

Note: I know, I know, cliche! She's 24 years old and she's a virgin. Hey some people can last that long. Hell, some people can last longer than that. Especially women.:) so I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm working on the next one.