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: So I'm really getting excited coz I'm about to wrap this story up. Hope you guys are too..
Present Day (April 25, 2009):
As soon as the glass sliders are closed, Jennifer yanks on Ronon's shirt, pulling it free from him. "Up the stairs!" She breathes out in between kisses.
Ronon walks to the stairs as he carries her against his chest. But before he can take the third step up, her lips are on his neck, with her tongue tracing on a vein and his knees start to shake from pleasure. He lays her right there on the steps and looms over her. Her hands start to fumble with his belt buckle, tugging and jerking. He lowers his head to take in her pert breasts in his mouth, dampening the jersey. A soft gasp escapes her lips, and she frantically pulls his belt from his jeans, her fingers are then suddenly on the button, pushing it out from its hole and then hurriedly sliding his zipper down.
Ronon stops her from pushing his pants past his hips. Moving a step down, his hands find their way underneath the jersey. Cupping her tight-tipped breasts. Massaging them in circles, and then tugging on her erect nipples.
"Oh God, Ronon!" She gasps out loud. He lifts her slightly from the steps and swiftly takes the jersey from her body, leaving her only in her cotton underwear. Jennifer's eyes are round as saucers as she stares at him, her mouth slightly parted and beautifully swollen. He pushes her back down onto the steps, lowers his head once again and flicks his tongue over a nipple. Instantly getting the reaction he wanted. He squeezes her other breast, while her hand pushes his head down onto her chest.
Jennifer could not help writhing underneath him as he devoured her. She needs him. Needs to feel his skin on hers. She wants him inside her. Her palms glide over the muscled planes on his back, moving down to the band of his jeans again, pushing against it. But once again Ronon pushes her hands away. She moans in frustration when he does this. Ronon, resurfaces from suckling on her nipples and smiles down at her. "Be patient, babe." He whispers seductively in her ear. He plants feather light kisses from her jaw to her neck, in the valley between her perky breasts, to her stomach. Circling her belly button with his tongue. When he reaches her underwear, he looks up at her face, Jennifer is panting heavily as she stares back into his eyes. He slowly slides the piece of fabric down and away from her legs, his palms sending electricity through her.
Without taking his eyes away from hers, he blows lightly at the soft inviting flesh between her thighs. She whimpers loudly, her hips involuntarily jerking up towards him. "Say you love me!" He demands, pushing her back down on the step, wanting to torture her for torturing him for so many years, and the months they spent apart.
"I –" She starts to say. Ronon then hooks one thigh over his shoulder. Jennifer swallows the lump in her throat.
"Say it!" He growls out, hooking the other thigh also around his shoulders, his face closer to her aching vagina.
Jennifer bites on her lower lip as she the tears start to roll down her cheeks. "Ronon, I lo –" She hiccups.
"Damn it, Jennifer, Say it!" He yells, a tear escaping from the corner of his eye. "Admit that you love me!"
But the tear in the corner of his eye is her undoing. Pulling her legs from around his shoulders, she grabs his neck with one hand and the band of his jeans with the other, slamming him against the wall, her forehead against his, she says "I love you, Ronon!" She breathes out in between sobs. "I've always loved you. Even when I thought I should hate you, I loved you." She tells him as she kisses him with hungry urgency.
"That's all I needed to know." He says with satisfaction, pushing from the wall and back down to the steps. He lifts her legs up again around his shoulders and lowers his mouth over the juncture of her thighs. His tongue lightly tracing her folds.
Jennifer's stomach clenches as she feels his tongue probing for access. Her hands gripping the steps to keep her from grabbing his hair and pulling.
Ronon breathes in the tangy scent of her. His fingers seeking, and then finding that special place. Inserting one finger first and then joining it with another, he slides them in and out of her as he sucks on the tiny nub of pleasure, reveling in the pleasure of tasting her and also watching her writhe in bliss.
The taste of her is so intoxicating it's hard for him to keep himself from exploding. And with Jennifer trying to reach down to undress him is not helping at all. He can't wait much longer. He wants her to reach her peak and then work on another so they can come together. He thrusts his fingers harder and faster into her, finding her g-spot. When he sees her lean her head back, her eyes shut and her chest heaving he gives one even harder thrust and pulls out, replacing it with his mouth and thrusting his tongue inside of her. Jennifer gasps violently when he does this.
He places his thumb right over her clitoris and rubs it in circles as he makes love to her with his mouth. She's coming. He knows it. She's lifting her hips up to meet every thrust of his tongue. Her jaw clenches and her hands let go of the steps, her fingers curling. He grabs her hands and twines his fingers through hers, sucking on her as she opens her mouth to scream. His name rolling out of her lips as he laps up her juices.
X
Not even seconds after her climax, Ronon already has her in his arms as he starts back up the stairs. Her room is a loft, overlooking her living room and dining. But on the opposite side is the same view from the living room. Overlooking the deck and beach beyond. A full glass wall, with the moonlight shining through. It looks very erotic from where he's standing.
In his arms, Jennifer is planting tiny kisses all over his shoulders, neck and face. She tugs on his ear with her teeth and grazes his jaw line with her tongue. Ronon groans ands then asks "How stable is that glass wall?"
Jennifer reluctantly looks over her shoulders. "Very. Why?" She asks. Ronon smiles. And then as if reading his mind, Jennifer turns around with her own lips upturned into a smile. "Kinky."
Ronon laughs and sets her on her feet. Walking her backwards towards the mirror. Pushing her hair out of her face he says "Amelia is married. Happily. To Patrick Cole." He explains.
"You don't have to explain." Jennifer says. "I figured that there was some reason she was there –" She swallows the lump in her throat. "in her towel. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
"Yeah, you shouldn't." He tells her, still walking her backwards. "And there is a reason. But what's more important is that you and I work this out." Jennifer nods her head. "No more running away. We're not getting any younger. I don't want to waste any more years. Months, wait no, seconds – I don't want to waste any more time away from you. I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You can't run away from me anymore." He tells her as they stop moving, Jennifer's naked body leaning against the cold glass. "Even if it means handcuffing you to me."
Jennifer smirks at this. "Really kinky." Her finger trailing down the middle of his chest to tease him. "I never knew this side of you."
"I'm actually boring in bed." He says to her.
"I disagree."
"How would you know?" He says teasingly. "I'm your first."
"Would you like me to get someone to compare you with?" She asks jokingly.
"No!" He says gruffly, pushing against her, lifting her slightly so she can feel his engorged shaft through the fabric of his jeans. "I'll be your first and your last."
"Sounds like a plan." She tells him breathlessly, nudging her nose with his and gyrating her hips against him. "Maybe we can learn together."
"Learn what?" He asks absently, holding his breath and trying to maintain his control.
"New things." She answers. "We could get a book." She pulls away slightly, and is glad that he's holding her up in his arms so she's free to push down his jeans. With her foot, she manages to push it past his hips. He's not wearing any underwear so his thick throbbing member juts up, slightly rubbing against her moist flesh. She hisses at the contact.
And he groans. Shedding his jeans, he lifts her up and then impales her with his pulsating manhood in one swift move. "Oh shit!" He yells.
"Ronon!"
"Jennifer!"
He slams against her a few more times, his fingers laced with hers as he lays them on the glass wall on either side of her face.
"I don't think I can hold it any longer." He says in a strangled voice between long hard thrusts.
"Then don't, because I can't either."
"Are you sure, baby?"
"Yes!" She answers. "Oh-my-fucking-god, yes!" She screams. "I'm coming Ronon! I'm coming!" He pistons in and out of her even faster.
"I love you, Ronon." And then she tightens around him and shivers.
Ronon lets out a loud roar and drives into her one last time, spilling his seed. He feels himself pulsating inside of her, their juices running down their thighs. "Marry me."
She leans away from him, and looks into his eyes. She smiles. She nods. He smiles. And then kisses her.
"Tonight." He adds.
She pulls away again. "Tonight?" she laughs.
"Yeah. Why not?" He asks with a smile. "We can fly to Vegas right now."
Jennifer smiles. "We'll have to call the airline right away and get tickets."
"What for? We can use my plane." He tells her as he sets her on her feet.
"You have a plane." She asks with a tiny smile. "How long have you had this plane?"
"It's my private jet. Actually it was my family's private jet." He explains, pulling the curtains closed when he spots a man walking his dog by the shore. "My dad bought it a few months before they – you know."
"Was that how you got to Palm Springs?" She asks him.
"Nope. Can't use it all the time. Fuel is expensive." He smirks.
"So we still have to get to it, somehow." She asks, walking to her closet.
He watches her, her hips gracefully swaying from side to side. "It's here in San Diego. It was easier to move some of mine and John's stuff down here." He tells her as he grabs his jeans and pulls them on.
She steps back out of her closet, her forehead creased. "Move?"
"Yeah." He replies. A knowing smile on his face.
"You're moving down here?" She asks him in confusion. "Ronon, sweetie, you don't have to. What about your career? I'll move. Really, I will. I can always work at a hospital –" She tells him as she rests her palms on his chest.
Ronon shuts her up with a kiss. "You don't have to. I got drafted. I'll be playing for the Chargers now."
Jennifer's eyes grow wide at this. "When did this happen?"
"They contacted me about a month before we saw each other in December." Ronon answers. "I couldn't give them an answer just yet. But seeing you out on the field -" He brushes her hair behind her ear. "I knew my decision had been made already."
Jennifer suddenly smiles. "I bet that's why John kept taking the phone away from Teyla. He wanted you to tell me yourself."
"Yeah, suddenly, John is your big supporter."
"Good. Because I would like for them to come with us to Vegas." Jennifer says as she wraps her arms around his neck. And then her eyes grow wide again. "Oh no, Marie! She'll kill me!"
"She won't." He tells her.
"No?"
"Nope. Look, I just want us to have a quick wedding tonight. And then we can worry about the bigger wedding later. I still want to see you in a white dress."
"And have our friends and family all around us." She adds.
"Absolutely."
"Daddy would be ecstatic about this."
"I know." He tells her.
"Well, what are we waiting for?!" Jennifer exclaims tugging on his hand towards the stairs.
"Babe, maybe we should get dressed first." Ronon says, tugging her back to him.
"Oh!" Jennifer squeaks, flushing from head to toe.
Ronon shakes his head in amusement, slapping her butt as she walks past him to get to her closet.
TBC.
Note: It's not over yet! It wouldn't be called Reunion if we stopped here. :)