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 21, 2009):
She's a virgin! After all these years, and she's still a virgin! Surprise and happiness could not even begin to describe what he's feeling at the moment. But his excitement soon dissolves into concern and worry.
Flashback to After Senior Skip Day (June 2, 2000):
"Why? I'm not – I'm not sorry at all. I loved it. I love you." She tells him. "I want you to make love to me."
Ronon draws in a breath. "Are you sure about this?" He asks.
She nods. "I've never been so sure in my life."
Ronon kisses her shoulders and then leans to the back to grab a towel to drape over her and helps her sit on the passenger seat. Silently, he starts his truck and puts it into gear, driving down the road to their destination.
X
Ronon grabs their things from the back of his truck and ushers Jennifer to the side entrance. Once they're safely inside the pool house Ronon grabs a soda in the refrigerator and hands it to Jennifer, motioning for her to sit on the couch. Ronon stores their things in his closet and then walks over to the French doors to draw the curtains closed. He turns on a lamp and walks to were Jennifer is seated. He crouches down in front of her and says "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"I do." She says in a whisper. "I mean, I want to."
Ronon nods in acceptance and then stands up, bringing her with him. They walk slowly to the foot of the bed and peels the towel off her. Jennifer lifts the hem of his shirt, up and over his head, and then unties the strings of her bikini, exposing her perky breasts with their pink tipped nipples. He lightly brushes them, making her gasp. Her hands move down to his shorts, tugging on the knot to loosen them. His board shorts fall open at the crotch and she pushes it down past his hips. His hardened penis pointing upwards.
Ronon unties the strings holding up her bikini bottom and it flutters down to her feet, revealing a thin patch of hair surrounding her sex, his hands dancing around it, unsure if he should venture further. But Jennifer has other things on her mind. Her hands encircle his shaft and tug hard.
He grunts and stills her hands. "Baby, wait."
"But you already, um, you know –" She falters.
"Made you cum?"
"Yes." She said, her cheeks turning red.
"But I want this to last." He tells her as he lifts her hands from him to wrap around his neck. Grabbing a hold of her thighs and making them wrap around his torso. His erection slapping against her butt. He turns around and lays her on the bed, crawls over her and bends his head down on her breast to flick his tongue on her nipple. Jennifer moans and lifts her leg over his hip, urging him to continue.
His hand moves down to cup her, tracing her folds until their slippery wet. He moves over her, his manhood hardening more, if it was even possible, as it makes contact with her hot moist center. Ronon rubs his hands on the sides of her thighs to relax her as he rocks his hips against her, his thickened member getting wet from sliding along her vulva.
But when he positions himself at her entrance, Ronon stops. He shuts his eyes hard and shakes his head. "I'm sorry." He tells her in a pleading voice. "I can't do this. Not yet." He moves to a sitting position beside her. "Baby, I don't think we're both ready for this. At least not yet."
Jennifer sits up and hooks her arm through his. "I thought you said you've done this before."
"I have. Once. And it wasn't all that great." And then he turns to her and says "I want your first time to be amazing. And memorable. Special."
"Okay." She says, her voice laced with disappointment. "When we're ready."
Ronon nods and then gets up from the bed. He grabs the shorts on the floor and puts them on and then looks inside his closet. He comes back out holding his football jersey. "It's clean." He tells her as he holds it out to her. Jennifer lifts her hands up and he puts the oversized shirt over her. And then he lifts the bedcovers and snuggles up with her, bringing her against him in spoon-like fashion.
Back to the Present:
"Baby, you didn't tell me?" The term of endearment unconsciously slipping from his mouth.
"Does it matter?" She asks him as she holds her breath from the pain of having his thickened member penetrating the entrance of her vagina. She shifts a little to get comfortable.
Ronon presses her belly down to keep her from moving. "Jen, Babe, don't! You do this, and I swear, I won't last." Jennifer stills her movement. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"And like I asked. Does it matter?" She repeats.
"Of course it does." He tells her chokingly as he tries to control himself from driving into her.
"Can we talk about this later, Ronon? I didn't wait eight and a half years for this to have to talk about my reasons for staying a virgin." She tells him in desperation.
"Give me a minute?" He pleads.
"No!" Jennifer protests.
"Yes." He says to her. But despite his refusal he lowers his head to touch her lips with his in the most gentle kiss, his arms supporting his weight over her, his engorged rod not even one fourth of the way in her.
Ronon brings his hand over her shaved mound, touching the point where her skin meets him and then burying his finger in her folds to look for her clitoris. He rubs her gently at first, but as Jennifer writhes in her position, he rubs faster, while his cock slowly pushes inside her.
The sensation of what his finger is doing to her clitoris is helping to disguise the sting of his invasion as he breaks the barrier to her virginity, and finally burying himself to the hilt.
By the time their hips are touching, and his cock is all the way in, they're both breathing hard, and their sweat is mingling and Ronon's forehead is resting on the pillow. "Jen? Are you okay?"
Jennifer nods her answer, but Ronon doesn't make a move. He doesn't want to hurt her any further. He knows he's bigger than the average size, and with her frame so small, she must be in real pain.
Before long, he feels Jennifer's lips on his shoulder, leaving tiny kisses. Occasionally, her tongue would dart out. The sensation so erotic and sensual.
Jennifer can't help but lick the tiny drops of sweat trickling down from the side of his neck to his shoulders. The salty taste and masculine smell of him is giving her a heady feeling. She slowly bends her legs at the knees to be more comfortable as she accepts his welcoming weight, slightly flinching at the pain it caused.
Ronon feels her shift beneath him. As she spreads her thighs he slides his erection even deeper, eliciting a soft moan from her. He lifts himself up on his elbows to look at her. There's a tear on one corner of her eye and he bends down to lick it from her, and then trails wet kisses down her face to her neck, and then to her breasts, his other hand cupping the unattended one. He takes her nipple in his mouth and rolls it around, sucking and nipping and licking to distract her as he slowly pulls away from her. His head lifts up from her chest, his hands take over and they start kneading her perky flesh. He dips his head down and sucks on her bottom lip. Jennifer opens her mouth and lightly graze the edge of her teeth, inviting him to thrust his tongue in her mouth.
Her eyes slam shut in anticipation. And he says "Jen, baby, I want you to look at me." Her eyelids drift open and she stares back at him. He dips his head back down, and at the same time thrusts into her, swallowing her gasp. He creates a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of her. Her aching sex quivering and tightening every time he drives deep into her. His hands move down to her hips as the speed of his thrusting increases. Her whimpering and his grunting filling the whole room.
Ronon is torn between wanting to prolong their lovemaking and wanting to reach their climax together. He's never been one for dramatics, but with Jennifer, anything is possible. It's her first time. And if they weren't being technical or literal, this was somewhat his first time to make love, too.
"Jennifer, baby, are you close?" He asks her in a strangled whisper as he thrusts in and out of her.
"Huh?" She asks as her hips involuntarily meet his.
"Are you cuming?" He says to her as he lowers his head to nibble on her ear, his fingers tweaking one nipple.
"I don't know." She says with a gasp. "Wait!" She suddenly says when she feels herself soaring, her stomach clenching and her toes curling. "I think I am."
"Right now?" He asks her to make sure, even when he can feel her muscles constricting around his penis. He plunges into her with every control he can hold onto to.
"Yes! Oh God! Yes!" Jennifer screams. "Oh shit! Ronon!" She yells as she grabs his ass and forces him to thrust harder into her to bring her over the edge.
"Aaah! Jennifer!" He yells with one long and hard thrust. His juices spurting inside her, mingling with her own.
Spent, Ronon slumps over beside her. And in few seconds, collected himself, turns to his side and pulls her against him. His arm beneath her head as she curls towards him, and they both drift off to sleep.
Flashback to After Senior Skip day (June 2, 2000):
"So who was it that you had sex with?" Jennifer asks as they lay in bed.
"Do you really want to know?" Ronon asks her, hugging her tighter.
"I think I already know." Jennifer says, turning around in his arms, staring at his chest. "Amelia, right?"
"How'd you know?" He asks, brushing her hair from her face.
Jennifer shrugs. "The way she looks at you. And you guys always seemed kinda close." And then she looks up at him. "Were you ever together? I mean as boyfriend and girlfriend."
Ronon shakes his head. "No. It only happened once. A few months after I moved here. I had just turned sixteen, and well, she's a few months older than me. I got drunk for the first time. I didn't even know what I was doing." He rubs the bottom of her lip and continues to tell her what happened. "I don't think she was drunk though. We were at some party and she took me to one of the rooms. I don't even remember how it happened."
"What about Melena?' Jennifer asks cautiously.
"We were only fifteen."
"Amelia still seems like she's into you still." She tells him.
"Don't worry about Amelia, she's harmless. She's not like the other girls." Ronon assures her. "At least not like how Adria is with John." Jennifer laughs at that. "Sleep for a bit, I'll drop you off later. Okay, babe?" Jennifer nods and buries her head in between his face and shoulders and they both drift off to sleep.
Back to the Present:
An hour later they both wake up to the sound of laughter in the living room. They lay there quietly, trying to determine who Laura is giggling with.
When the laughter dissolves into silence, Ronon leans up on his elbow and looks down at Jennifer. He pushes her hair away from her face, tracing her jaw. She's staring up at him with something like confusion.
Her expression is mirrored by his, although with an altogether different reason. "Why are – were you a virgin?"
"Is there something wrong with being a twenty-four year old virgin?" She asks him.
"I didn't say that." He tells her. "I just meant that it's unusual for a woman like you to be a virgin."
"A woman like me?" Jennifer asks slowly. "So you think I'm a slut then?"
"I didn't –"
"So how'd you surmise that? That guy at the pub? Nick?"
"A woman like you." He repeats. "Smart, beautiful, fun. That's what I meant." He adds with annoyance.
"Oh." She says, chastised.
"Yeah." He snaps as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. "Maybe next time you should let a person finish a sentence first before putting words in their mouth." He says as buries his face in his hands in frustration.
Jennifer kneels down behind him, rests her chin on his shoulders and wraps her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry, Ronon." She sighs. "Sometimes my mouth just runs off."
"Yeah, well you've been doing that a lot." He says without looking at her.
"Come lie beside me." She tells him as she tugs on his waist and kisses him on his shoulders.
Ronon gets up from the bed and tugs the corner of the sheet while Jennifer crawls underneath it. He smiles as he watches her struggle, her ass wriggling in front of his face. And then he joins her beneath the covers, pulling her across his chest.
"I never found the right guy to do it with." She confesses.
"So does this mean I'm the right guy?" He asks her boldly.
She shrugs. Despite the unsatisfying answer, Ronon lets it go. He's confused as hell. First the necklace. And then now, her virginity. She kept the shark's tooth after all these years. And her virginity was intact. He was ready to accept that he wasn't her first. But finding out tonight caught him off guard. And why him? Why did she give it up for him. Dare he hope?
TBC.