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.
Note: Isn't Jennifer frustrating? Hahaha! And I'm the writer.
Present Day, Ronon's POV (April 25, 2009):
"Teyla." Ronon says over the phone as he throws in his clothes in his suitcase.
"Ronon, what's going on?" Teyla asked.
"I need to get Jennifer's address." He answers.
"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry, I don't have it." Teyla tells him. "But I do think you should be a little more patient. I think, no, I know that you'll soon get what you want." She tells him, a wide grin spreading on her face.
"Not if I just sit on my ass, I won't." Ronon says.
"I probably shouldn't be telling you this." Teyla says carefully. "But she called me earlier, asking about you. She was worried that you had stopped calling. And then when I was about to tell her the big news, John had taken the phone away from me and told her where you were staying." She tells him.
Ronon hears a loud smack in the background. "Ouch!" It was John.
"See that's the thing." Ronon began. "She came to see me about half an hour ago." He grabs his shoes and stuffs them in a duffel bag.
"Oh Ronon…" Teyla sighs. "did you get into a fight?"
"No!" Ronon exclaims. "She ran away again."
"What?!" Teyla says in a surprised but soft voice.
"Yeah, well I can't blame her." Ronon says as he zips up his garment bag. "Amelia and Patrick Cole are here. I ran into them at the lobby and apparently the hotel overbooked. So I offered them my room. I figured I could bunk in with you guys instead. At least until everything's settled."
"Let me guess – She saw Amelia and assumed that you guys were, well, you know."
"Damn! Maybe, when you guys finally get this thing over and done with, you should shackle yourself to her." John yells from the background, snickering. "That way she can't jump to conclusions anymore!"
"John, it isn't funny." Teyla scolds him.
"You're right." John replies solemnly, and then adds with laughter in his voice "It's too funny!"
"I'm sorry, Ronon, you know how John is…"
She gets cut off when John takes the phone from her for the second time today. "Buddy, I'm sorry, but I just find this hilarious. But seriously, dude, I know you'll work it out. Besides you really need to get laid more often…"
"John!" Teyla scolds.
"… haven't seen you happy in so long – and less cranky." He finishes.
"You know you're not helping at all." Ronon tells him in an annoyed voice.
"Don't interrupt – I'm getting there." John says nonchalantly. "Marie. All you have to do is call Marie."
"Jennifer must have told her already."
"Dude, if she had spoken to Marie already then she would already know that Amelia and Patrick are married."
"Good point." Ronon says thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll catch you later."
"Good luck big guy." John says.
"Bye!" Teyla yells from the background. "Good luck, sweetie!" And then to John she says "Oh dinner, tell him about dinner."
"Oh right." John says. "By the way, dinner tomorrow night, here. I'm pretty sure you guys will have worked it out by then."
"If we work this out, I'm not sharing her for weeks. Maybe months." Ronon says with more hope in his voice."
"That's the spirit!" John says before he hangs up.
Ronon scrolls down his contact list and clicks on Marie's name. Two rings later, marie answers her phone.
"Well, this is a surprise. Ronon Dex, what's going on?" Marie asks him.
"A lot. Has Jennifer called you yet?" He asks her.
"No. Actually, I've been trying to call her for about hour now, I think." Marie tells him. "It goes straight to voicemail." She sighs.
"Well that's partly my fault."
"What did you do?" Marie asks carefully.
"She came to my hotel room tonight..."
"And?"
Ronon proceeds to tell her the whole story as he finishes loading up his car and ushering Titan, an Alaskan Malamute, inside his SUV.
"I swear, that we this whole thing blows over, you need to tie that girl to your waist so that she can't ever jump to conclusions ever again." Marie says with frustration.
"That's almost like what John said." Ronon says absentmindedly. "So can I get Jennifer's address?"
"Sure." She gives him the address, and he enters it on his GPS. "Okay got it."
"You can't miss the house." Marie says to him. "It's by the beach. Like, literally, a beachfront house. It stands out."
X
Jennifer lived in La Jolla. Big beautiful houses with huge windows facing the street. Probably even bigger windows that face the water.
And Marie was right. Jennifer's house did stand out. Because among all the huge houses, hers was the smallest. It was a small modern house. But it was one of those houses that you see in Architectural Digest. Built with concrete, dark oak wood and steel. There aren't even windows in the front. Just a single door with frosted glass. The roof sloped up from the front to the back, giving it an angled look. Alone it would have looked too cold for a house. But the front yard was lush making the house seem more welcoming.
Ronon gets out of his car, with Titan at his heels. Standing in front of her doorstep he rings the doorbell.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Nothing.
"You think she's in there, Titan?" He asks his dog, reaching out to rub his ears. Titan tips his head upwards to lick Ronon's hand. "Come on." Ronon says as he pats his head to signal him to follow.
He walks around the side of the house. Still no windows. As he walks further down he sees the beach up ahead.
And then there she is.
The soft glow of a lantern falling on her as she swings in a hammock. One bare leg dangling over the side. Arms covering her face. Soft music playing in the background harmoniously blending with the sound of the waves.
He quietly walks over to her, taking one step up on the deck. He looks around and sees two chairs and a table with a pot of flowers in the center and three books piled on top of each other, a coffee mug and her cell phone.
This time there are windows.
Actually, you really can't call them windows. It's a wall of glass. It seems like there are two stories in this side of the house. The whole glass wall on the ground are actually pocket sliders. The top part of the glass wall is just that, a glass wall.
He tears his eyes away from the house and looks down at her sleeping form. "For someone who can't seem to learn how to swim, this is some property." He says loud enough to wake her.
Jennifer's arms unwrap from around her head, her eyes fly open and gasps all at once, her reaction causing her to sway hard and come off the hammock, with her foot tangling with the ropes.
Present Day, Jennifer's POV (April 25, 2009):
As Jennifer gets out of her car she turns off her phone. Her eyes blurry with tears. She rushes inside her one bedroom house, opening a cupboard in her kitchen and pulling out the box of chamomile tea. She runs upstairs and picks up the clothes she had left earlier and hangs them back in her closet. Opening the drawer she randomly grabs a big shirt from the drawer, not bothering to look at what she has in her hand.
She runs back downstairs and then feels something rubbing against her leg and looks down to see her cat, Kiki, welcoming her home. She picks her up and grabs her mug of tea and walks out the sliders. She takes a seat on a chair and places her cat on her lap while drinking her tea.
When she finishes her tea, she pushes Kiki off her lap and tells him to go inside the house, sliding the door closed. She carefully settles herself on the hammock, kicking her flip flops to the floor.
Flashback to the Morning of the Wedding (February 22, 2009):
For the second time this week Jennifer finds herself wrapped in Ronon's embrace. And this time something did happen. Her whole body is sore with her leg thrown over his torso, her head tucked underneath his chin and her arms squished between her bodies. She wiggles a little bit and slowly turns around in his arms, pressing her back against his front, trying to be careful not to wake him.
It didn't work because as soon as she nestles her ass comfortably against his crotch she feels his growing erection. His arm tightens around her, while his other hand sweeps down from her arm to her hip, lazily caressing her. A small sigh of pleasure escapes her, which encourages him further. His hand slips past her hip, gliding down her smooth thigh, he reaches down to her knee, slowly sliding up and inside, stopping only an inch from the warmth between her legs. Jennifer's breathing suddenly start become erratic as she feels him teasing her. So she reaches behind her and grabs his ass, pulling him against her. Ronon groans aloud and bends his head down to nudge her hair from her neck, breathing in her scent.
He licks her ear and at the same time traces the outer lips of her sex. Jennifer rocks her hips once more, while his other hand fondles her breasts, pinching her nipples until they're hard as pebbles.
Finally, when he feels her dampening, he lifts her leg up and slides his leg underneath, supporting it as he hooks it around his thighs, he eases himself inside her. They both moan with pleasure. Jennifer bends forward a bit more to take him deep inside her. And at this angle he hits that little spot of pleasure. "Oh god!" She whispers.
Ronon follows her movement and bends over her body, thrusting deeper and deeper. This time they both can't prolong it. Their position is making it impossible for them to last long. Every thrust, every grind, and every cry of pleasure is driving them over the edge.
Ronon can't help it, he bursts inside of her. But before the stiffness goes away, while he's still spilling his seed, he thrusts faster and deeper and harder, concentrating on getting her to climax. And when he feels her clench and hold her breath he knows that she's already there. Her fingers digging into his flesh as she screams against the pillows.
Ronon lets out a long heavy breath, and lets go of her thigh. His head drops back down on the pillow, and he kisses the back of her neck.
And they fall asleep in each others' arms again.
Back to the Present:
"For someone who can't seem to learn how to swim, this is some property."
Jennifer gasps, unwraps her arms from around her face and her eyes fly open to the sound of the voice. Her leg jerks out, getting tangled with the ropes, swaying wildly and she falls off the hammock.
X
Before she can hit the ground, Ronon catches her in his arms.
"You know you're going to have to change that habit of jumping to conclusions if you want things to work out between us." He tells her as he sets her on her feet. He looks at her from head to toe.
His football jersey. It was the same one he had given her after prom night. She still has it. What else has she kept? Photographs maybe? Just like he did?
He looks into her eyes. There's a mixture of love, hurt, anger and even lust. The lustful look overpowering everything else. He looks back at the jersey again. The shark's tooth nestled between her covered breasts.
Just staring at her, with her bare legs and her nipples straining against the jersey, her hair mussed up and her eyes looking back at him that way is enough to get his blood pumping.
In the next second Ronon has her in his arms, his head bent down, kissing her with so much urgency with Jennifer's response fueling his excitement.
She twines her fingers in his hair as he picks her up and wraps her legs around his hips, walking towards the glass doors and pulling the sliders closed behind them, Titan staring after them.
TBC.