Title: Show No Fear

Author: Feral Geek/Mad Hatts Munky

Rating: uh…R? Shit…uh… I don't think its quite descriptive enough to be NC-17…

Summary: A doctor from Atlantis and a Wraith meet several times off-world, romance ensues, this is chapter twelve.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, Stargate owns ME.

A/N: Uh….chapter twelve? I AM WARNING YOU NOW, THERE IS SMEX…not…reallyreally graphic? I think…In my mind…mebbe to you…so be warned! Shiiiit….I'm doomed -builds pillow fort under desks and hides- eep.

(hehe, I'm paranoid, I hope my warning was big enough)

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Adrienne shifted slightly, still staring up at Cavan, lost in thought, "So…" she eventually said, "We don't want to change, but we want each other." She tended to think aloud, and she wanted to confirm her suspicious with the other.

She shot him a questioning glance, and it was returned with an affirmative nod. Now she bit her lip, "What can we do?" she finally asked, they could only choose one of those options.

His reply was almost instantaneous, "We can kill each other and forget this ever happened…or we can change."

For a moment they stared at one another, and then attacked.

The world around them was a blur of green and brown, the trees and ground running together like a water-color painting left out in the rain.

The only thing that they could focus on as one another as they moved, casting and parrying blows, back and forth, there was a strange rhythm to it all, a demented dance.

She was loosing, and she knew it.

He knew it too, feeling the strength of her blows lessening, her reaction times slowing as time passed.

Her limbs felt like they were full of lead, sluggish, her chest was constricting and a sheen of sweat dampened her hair, causing tendrils to stick to her face.

He wasn't tired at all.

A hand slammed full force into her chest at the same time the muzzle of her Beretta pressed between his eyes.

Time slowed, and the only thing she could hear was a low rushing in her ears, everything so bright and detailed.

The radio hissed with static, the voice of her commander inquiring on her status.

Her heartbeat roared in her ears, and she continued to stare up at Cavan, their eyes locked, until she turned the radio on, and time resumed.

Adrienne licked her lips then spoke, her voice cracked slightly, barley above a whisper, "Don't worry…everything's fine here."

Her eyes narrowed slightly when Cavan arched an eyebrow and asked, "Why did you not call for their assistance?" his mocking tone was laced with curiosity as he continued, "You can't win, you are going to die."

She arched an eyebrow, and turned off the safety, "I'm not dead yet" she whispered, offering a feral grin, "And when I go…I'm dragging you with me."

A wry smile twisted his lips as he stared down at the human, eternally defiant, she was doing the very thing that had attracted him.

How he hated her for making him feel this way.

"Do it." Cavan finally hissed, and at her slightly confused look, "Put me out of my misery."

He could see her finger lightly press against the trigger, before releasing, "And if I can't?" slowly she pulled it away from his head, but keeping it at the ready.

Cavan opened his mouth to reply, and once again he lost control, everything he had been taught escaping his mind, filled with the need to feel her. Ever since that day, that slip and that kiss, he had wanted more.

For a moment his hand pressed harder against her chest, before moving away, hesitantly exploring, testing, waiting for an objection.

None came, so he finally said, "Perhaps change would not be so bad."

To that she replied, "Perhaps", a smirk twisting her lips.

She might have said more, but any sound was lost in the sudden flurry of motion, both of them moving at once.

It was like being back in the hallway, only more private, and much more desperate, words gasped out as they parted momentarily, hand never stopped roving, if they encountered cloth, it was pushed out of the way.

She decided it was a strange sensation, the feel of skin touching skin was normal enough, but the feel of the sharp talons dragging against her skin, albeit lightly, and the feeding slit were strange.

She thought it would have felt repulsive, but it didn't, so the thoughts were shoved from her mind as she lost herself in the heat of the moment.

The touch was electric.

Soon articles of clothing were drifting to the ground, slightly ripped in places by clumsy hands, and the soft gasps for air were punctuated by muffled moans and secretive giggles.

The chill of the rock was made up for by the hot friction of skin on skin; it was rough and full of fear.

It wasn't the love scene that one reads in a romance novel, slow and sweet.

It was animalistic, hands everywhere, grasping and pulling, filled with desperation and the sickening thrill that they could be caught at any moment.

"This is so wrong." The words were moaned out into his shoulder, he didn't even pause as he replied, "Do you want to stop?"

Adrienne giggled softly, "I never said that."

Bodies melded together, and a name was murmured, everything was muted, even the reply in her ear was low, "My name isn't David, its Cavan." The name changed, and things were finished soon after that, and there was a futile attempt at cleaning themselves off as they were both covered in sweat…among other things.

As Adrienne pulled her boot on, she looked over at Cavan, "My name is Adrienne." she finally said as she laced the shoe up, tucking the borrowed dagger back into place.

"Interesting." Cavan was already dressed, leaning against a tree and watching her.

She stared for a moment, then shook her head, suppressing a grin as she stood, "So…" she said awkwardly.

"I will be seeing you again." He finished for her, pushing off from the tree and heading away.

She blinked, "I don't get a good-bye kiss?" she asked jokingly as he turned and looked back at her. After a moments pause he walked back and hesitantly kissed her, "Good-bye." He added as he headed off.

Adrienne shook herself off and made one last attempt at fixing herself up before heading from the area, checking in with her team on the way.

When asked about the lightly scratches by Doctor Beckett, she just said she fell into a bush.

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A/N: -still hiding in pillow fort under desk- soo…whatdoyathink?