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Deus Ex Machina (4/?) - Stargate: Atlantis Fanfiction
Title: Deus Ex Machina (4/?)
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
carpenyx
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Ronon centric w/other SGA characters
Word Count: 2,697
Warnings: Character Death, Sexual Content
Spoilers: Up through Season 3, most importantly "Sateda" - this does take place in a future alternate universe.
Beta:nytel
Disclaimer: I do not own, just playing in the Pegasus Galaxy. No copyright infridgement intended.
Summary: He remembered her; the smell of her perfume, the sweet honey taste of her lips, and the warmth of her body against his. It was almost as if she were still there.
A/N: Cross posted atatlantisfic, ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
lostcityfound, stargate_fanfic, rdfever and satedan_fire
Deus Ex Machina
Chapter 4
Ronon’s Quarters – Atlantis
“You have a visitor,” Doctor Beckett said as he looked down at Melena who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him. “She’s very persistent,” he commented.
Ronon knelt down in front of Melena, grinning knowingly as he looked up at Beckett.
“She asked to come see you,” he explained.
“Is that really a good idea?” Ronon questioned, looking from Beckett to Melena with one eyebrow raised. ”As long as it won’t do her any harm, I want her to stay with me,” he said, concern evident in his voice.
“I see no reason why she can’t as long as you promise to bring her back to the infirmary in the morning. Besides, she was driving me crazy and wouldn’t let it go until I caved in,” he told the other man.
“Sounds about right,” Ronon smirked, amused.
Melena smiled warmly, looking at Ronon. “Hush,” she said softly.
Ronon winked at her before looking at Beckett.
“Alright then,” Beckett said as Ronon stood up and moved out of the way. Beckett pushed the wheelchair into the room, positioning it by the foot of the bed. He turned, looking at Ronon. “First thing in the morning,” he emphasized.
“Got it, first thing,” he confirmed as his eyes locked on Melena who gave him another smile.
Beckett nodded and headed out.
Ronon lifted his finger to Melena, indicating he would only be a moment. He followed Beckett out into the hallway. “Hey Doctor?”
Beckett turned. “Yes, Ronon?”
“Thank you,” he said sincerely.
Beckett gave him a smile. “You’re welcome. See you in the morning. Good night.”
Ronon turned and walked back into his quarters. He swiped his hand over the sensor, causing the door to close behind him. He moved over to Melena and sat on the edge of the bed. He took her hands into his as he looked into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his tone conveying his concern for her.
Melena smiled softly, nodding. “I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with you, Ronon,” she said softly.
Ronon rose from the bed slowly, moving around Melena. He slipped his arms around her back and under her knees, delicately. With ease, he lifted her up, cradling her in his arms – reminiscent of their wedding night. He carried her over to the bed, lowering her down carefully.
He moved around to the opposite side, pulling his shirt off over his head. He slid in under the covers next to her, feeling the once familiar sensation of having another by his side. A smile crossed his rugged features as he turned to face her, wrapping his arm around her gently, their bodies touching ever so lightly.
They embraced each other, remaining silent for the moment—all that mattered was that they had found each other… again.
***
Infirmary – Atlantis
Carson glanced up at the clock and frowned. It’s getting late.
He sipped his coffee, fending off imminent tiredness as he continued to go over the results of the tests he had performed on Melena earlier.
Carson yawned as he pulled up the newest set of results. He went to take another drink of his coffee, only to spill it down the front of his shirt when he saw what was on the screen. His eyes widened. “This can’t be right.”
He ignored the heat and dampness of the coffee as it soaked into his clothes. He punched in a few commands on the keyboard and the results came up again. “What the…” he cursed under his breath, his eyes transfixed on the computer monitor.
***
Ronon’s Quarters
Ronon moved closer to Melena, slipping his other arm under her and bringing her closer to him. He held onto her tenderly, resting his chin against her shoulder. He closed his eyes, letting the familiar scent of her fill his nostrils and imprint on his mind again. Is this real?
She closed her eyes tight and laid her arms over his, her fingers tracing his skin lightly. “I remember waking up several times,” she whispered softly.
He pulled her closer, tightening his arms around her lovingly, hoping to comfort her as she began to share what had happened to her.
“I was trapped in some sort of cocoon,” she explained. “Hours, days, weeks… I don’t know.” She bit her lower lip, anxiously. “They came… took me to her…”
Ronon clenched his teeth, angrily.
She hesitated to continue, feeling his muscles tighten in anger. “She tried, but something wasn’t right… she got angry,” she murmured, remembering that night so many moons ago. “So angry. They did something, so much pain… a tracking device,” she said. “Then they let me go.”
He growled lowly.
Melena opened her eyes and turned slowly in Ronon’s arms in order to face him. She reached out, touching the side of his face with the back of her hand gently. “For three years, I ran… if I stayed too long in one place, they’d come. I heard stories of other runners, and I used to dream that you’d show up,” she whispered brokenly, tears threatening to overtake her. “I gave up and I’m sorry, Ronon. I shouldn’t have given up on you.”
Ronon placed his hand against her face, wiping the tears with his thumb softly. He shook his head. “You have no reason to be sorry, Mel… it’s not your fault.”
“There’s more...” she told him. “Three years had passed when I came to Bethdsha. That’s where I got the device removed,” she paused. “His name is… was Talus.”
Ronon felt a sharp pang in his heart at the same time he caught sight of the bruising around her wrists out of the corner of his eye.
She quickly withdrew her hand, rolling onto her side – facing away from him. She sighed softly. “He saved me, Ronon. I thought… I didn’t think you were alive. I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Who did this to you?” he spat out angrily, reaching over her and taking her wrist into his hand – his grasp gentle despite his fury.
She swallowed, hard. “He was a good man, but he changed…” she admitted. “I thought loving him would help, but it didn’t. I tried… I couldn’t. It wasn’t long before he took others to be his… and I soon became nothing more than…” She inhaled sharply, shaking her head, unable to go on.
He hugged her tightly. “Shh,” he whispered into her ear, holding onto her.
“I’m so sorry, Ronon,” she whispered.
Instinctively, all he wanted to do hunt down the bastard for touching his wife.
Melena closed her eyes, sighing softly.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Melena,” he assured her.
They had believed each other dead—he could not blame her. He could accept that she’d moved on and found another, despite the fact it broke his heart to imagine another man loving her, but he would not accept anyone hurting her.
***
McKay’s Quarters – Atlantis
The lights in Rodney’s quarters were dimmed. Sleep had decided it wanted to take control of the situation, thus Rodney had temporarily abandoned his study of the transmitter radio Melena had brought with her.
Rodney was lying comfortably in his bed, snoring quite loudly. He’d had a long day with frogs, lemons, and purses, which were the basis for him bringing his work here. He snuggled up to his pillow, falling deeper into a sleeping state.
The transmitter radio stood upright on Rodney’s desk. The radio seemed to be harmless until a faint red light started blinking…
***
Ronon’s Quarters
“My village,” she paused, “my new village… all but destroyed. I ran, I didn’t know if anyone else was alive. I left, didn’t look back, not even for a second when the Wraith came,” she said as tears started to dampen her cheeks. “I’m not sure how I got to the City of the Ancestors,” she admitted. “Or how you are alive. I keep feeling as if this is all some dream and I’ll wake up at any moment and be back on Bethdsha, without you.”
“It’s not a dream, Melena,” he assured her. “I’m here,” he said, kissing her shoulder softly.
“Ronon…” she murmured.
Ronon carefully guided Melena so that she faced him once again. “I love you, Melena and that hasn’t changed,” he explained to her.
Melena shook her head, “But how Ronon? So much time has gone by. You’re different… I’m different.”
“I never stopped,” he told her, cupping her face in his hands. “You’re the reason I’m still alive, even now. I kept going because of you.” He pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers softly.
She fell into the kiss eagerly, slipping her arms around him. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be with him, to be held and loved in such a way that no one else could ever hope to achieve.
Ronon slowly slipped his fingers down the nape of neck, sliding them under the string that held her gown on. He pulled the cord, effectively untying it, and carefully peeled away the cloth from her shoulder. Gently, his hand explored her shoulder blade, moving further down. He could feel the rough surface of the scars that adorned her back… the many scars that covered her once flawless body. His finger traced them lightly. He choked back tears, only to lean down and kiss her again adoringly.
She flinched a little as his touch discovered her imperfections. She felt exposed and ashamed. Slipping her hand around the back of his neck, she pulled him deeper into the kiss, wanting to forget everything and exist only in this moment.
He slipped the gown over her arms carefully, removing it and exposing her naked form. Breaking the kiss, his eyes fell on her body… it was as he remembered, even after the years of hardship it had experienced. “We don’t have to do this,” he told her quietly as he ran his fingers through her brown tresses.
“I know,” she whispered, her brown eyes meeting his. “It’s okay…”
He brought his lips to his wife’s, kissing her affectionately. His tongue teased her lips, parting them gently - their tongues met and entwined hungrily. He slipped his hand under the small of her back, raising her slightly and pressing closer into her as he continued to kiss her earnestly.
She moaned softly against his lips, draping her arms around him. She suckled tenderly on his lower lip, nipping it lightly with her teeth before engulfing him deeper into the kiss.
The heat between them grew as their bodies pressed against each other. Hesitantly, Ronon broke the kiss, rising from the bed. He unbuckled his belt and removed the rest of his clothing. His eyes met Melena’s, a smile crossing his face, and he positioned himself beside her delicately. His hand slipped up the length of her leg, coming to rest steadily against her thigh. He brought his lips to hers again.
She tilted her head back slightly, bringing her body closer to his. She shuddered slightly as she felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen. “Ronon…” she murmured against his lips.
His traced the tip of his tongue along her jaw, down the length of her neck and finally to her shoulder. He inhaled deeply, letting the sweet scent of honey overtake him – he moaned – recalling his wife’s scent so well. His heart swelled with love as he let his hand part her legs slowly, looking into her brown eyes deeply. “I love you, Mel…” he whispered quietly.
She bit her lower lip softly, her eyes meeting his. She smiled warmly; her body was aching for her husband to take her, and her eyes conveyed just how much.
Ronon positioned himself against her cautiously, his movements signifying his uncertainty. He felt the heat radiating between her legs as he slowly moved in closer. He pressed against her, parting her opening and sliding into her. He could feel her body tensing against his as he moved further inside of her - he was doing everything he could to keep his motions gentle.
Melena lifted her hips, pressing them against Ronon, causing him to move deeper within her. A soft moan escaped her as she reached up, placing her hand against the back of her husband’s neck and pulling him into a desperate kiss.
He pushed further, being even gentler as he moved deeper, still hesitant with his movements.
She urged him on, pressing her hips against his softly.
Ronon moved in rhythm with her, abandoning his reservations as he moved deeper with each thrust. He felt her warmth wrapped around him, tightening as she pulled him further into her - their bodies rocking against each other gingerly. A moan escaped his lips. “Oh Melena…”
With every thrust, their movements intensified, matching each other profoundly.
Melena shuddered as her climax washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, pressing harder against Ronon.
In the wake of her pleasure, one more deep thrust caused him to release, his body shaking as he collapsed beside her. Breathing heavily, he wrapped his arms around her, savoring this moment of sweet surrender.
She buried her face against his chest, her own heaving as she took deep breaths. “I love you…” she whispered hoarsely.
“Always,” he murmured, a smile crossing his features.
***
McKay’s Quarters
Early Morning
The faint red light from the radio continued to flash repeatedly as the sun rose over Atlantis, the rays streaming through the cracks of the blinds that covered the windows.
Rodney batted at the rays of light, groaning irritably. He rolled over, covering his face with his pillow. Too early!
A few seconds later, he peeked out from under the pillow and glanced at the clock on his nightstand. As he sat up, swinging his legs out over the edge of the bed, he grumbled under his breath and stretched his arms, yawning. Catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, Rodney looked around. Eventually his gaze fell upon the transmitter radio – the red light blinking repetitively.
“Oh, that’s not good,” he moaned dejectedly.
***
Ronon’s Quarters
The sun was making its way over the horizon as Ronon removed his arms from around Melena, being careful not to wake her. He rose from the bed and glanced down at the sleeping form of his wife, a rare and warm smile crossing his features.
He walked over to the chair where his clothes had been tossed carelessly hours ago. He pulled his shirt on over his head, proceeding to get dressed. He sat down in the chair when he pulled on his boots, being extra quiet to ensure he would not wake Melena from her slumber.
He grabbed his gun, holstering it on his hip before walking over to the door. He slid his hand over the sensor, the door sliding open. He looked back over his shoulder at Melena. I’m sorry…
***
Dr. Weir’s Office – Atlantis
Carson rushed through the hallways of Atlantis. He was breathing heavily, grasping a pile of papers tightly in his hands as he half walked, and half ran. He dodged people left and right, almost tripping over his own feet in the process. He hurried up the stairs to the control room, rushing past the technicians and heading to the door of Elizabeth’s office.
He knocked furiously on the door.
“Enter,” Elizabeth said.
Carson swiped his hand over the sensor - the door opened and he walked inside, breathing hard. “Doctor Weir,” he said as he attempted to catch his breath.
“What is it, Carson?” she asked, a concerned look on her face. She stood up from her desk and walked over to him.
He looked at her, sighing. “You might want to take a look at these,” he suggested as he handed her the slightly crumpled papers.
Elizabeth looked at Carson for a moment before taking the papers. She started to read through them, scanning over the contents briefly. She hadn’t even finished with the first page when she looked up at Carson, a horrified expression on her face. “Are you sure?”
TBC
Previous Chapters:
+ Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 +
Author:
carpenyx Rating: NC-17
Characters: Ronon centric w/other SGA characters
Word Count: 2,697
Warnings: Character Death, Sexual Content
Spoilers: Up through Season 3, most importantly "Sateda" - this does take place in a future alternate universe.
Beta:
nytel Disclaimer: I do not own, just playing in the Pegasus Galaxy. No copyright infridgement intended.
Summary: He remembered her; the smell of her perfume, the sweet honey taste of her lips, and the warmth of her body against his. It was almost as if she were still there.
A/N: Cross posted at
atlantisfic, lostcityfound, stargate_fanfic, rdfever and satedan_fireChapter 4
Ronon’s Quarters – Atlantis
“You have a visitor,” Doctor Beckett said as he looked down at Melena who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him. “She’s very persistent,” he commented.
Ronon knelt down in front of Melena, grinning knowingly as he looked up at Beckett.
“She asked to come see you,” he explained.
“Is that really a good idea?” Ronon questioned, looking from Beckett to Melena with one eyebrow raised. ”As long as it won’t do her any harm, I want her to stay with me,” he said, concern evident in his voice.
“I see no reason why she can’t as long as you promise to bring her back to the infirmary in the morning. Besides, she was driving me crazy and wouldn’t let it go until I caved in,” he told the other man.
“Sounds about right,” Ronon smirked, amused.
Melena smiled warmly, looking at Ronon. “Hush,” she said softly.
Ronon winked at her before looking at Beckett.
“Alright then,” Beckett said as Ronon stood up and moved out of the way. Beckett pushed the wheelchair into the room, positioning it by the foot of the bed. He turned, looking at Ronon. “First thing in the morning,” he emphasized.
“Got it, first thing,” he confirmed as his eyes locked on Melena who gave him another smile.
Beckett nodded and headed out.
Ronon lifted his finger to Melena, indicating he would only be a moment. He followed Beckett out into the hallway. “Hey Doctor?”
Beckett turned. “Yes, Ronon?”
“Thank you,” he said sincerely.
Beckett gave him a smile. “You’re welcome. See you in the morning. Good night.”
Ronon turned and walked back into his quarters. He swiped his hand over the sensor, causing the door to close behind him. He moved over to Melena and sat on the edge of the bed. He took her hands into his as he looked into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his tone conveying his concern for her.
Melena smiled softly, nodding. “I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with you, Ronon,” she said softly.
Ronon rose from the bed slowly, moving around Melena. He slipped his arms around her back and under her knees, delicately. With ease, he lifted her up, cradling her in his arms – reminiscent of their wedding night. He carried her over to the bed, lowering her down carefully.
He moved around to the opposite side, pulling his shirt off over his head. He slid in under the covers next to her, feeling the once familiar sensation of having another by his side. A smile crossed his rugged features as he turned to face her, wrapping his arm around her gently, their bodies touching ever so lightly.
They embraced each other, remaining silent for the moment—all that mattered was that they had found each other… again.
***
Infirmary – Atlantis
Carson glanced up at the clock and frowned. It’s getting late.
He sipped his coffee, fending off imminent tiredness as he continued to go over the results of the tests he had performed on Melena earlier.
Carson yawned as he pulled up the newest set of results. He went to take another drink of his coffee, only to spill it down the front of his shirt when he saw what was on the screen. His eyes widened. “This can’t be right.”
He ignored the heat and dampness of the coffee as it soaked into his clothes. He punched in a few commands on the keyboard and the results came up again. “What the…” he cursed under his breath, his eyes transfixed on the computer monitor.
***
Ronon’s Quarters
Ronon moved closer to Melena, slipping his other arm under her and bringing her closer to him. He held onto her tenderly, resting his chin against her shoulder. He closed his eyes, letting the familiar scent of her fill his nostrils and imprint on his mind again. Is this real?
She closed her eyes tight and laid her arms over his, her fingers tracing his skin lightly. “I remember waking up several times,” she whispered softly.
He pulled her closer, tightening his arms around her lovingly, hoping to comfort her as she began to share what had happened to her.
“I was trapped in some sort of cocoon,” she explained. “Hours, days, weeks… I don’t know.” She bit her lower lip, anxiously. “They came… took me to her…”
Ronon clenched his teeth, angrily.
She hesitated to continue, feeling his muscles tighten in anger. “She tried, but something wasn’t right… she got angry,” she murmured, remembering that night so many moons ago. “So angry. They did something, so much pain… a tracking device,” she said. “Then they let me go.”
He growled lowly.
Melena opened her eyes and turned slowly in Ronon’s arms in order to face him. She reached out, touching the side of his face with the back of her hand gently. “For three years, I ran… if I stayed too long in one place, they’d come. I heard stories of other runners, and I used to dream that you’d show up,” she whispered brokenly, tears threatening to overtake her. “I gave up and I’m sorry, Ronon. I shouldn’t have given up on you.”
Ronon placed his hand against her face, wiping the tears with his thumb softly. He shook his head. “You have no reason to be sorry, Mel… it’s not your fault.”
“There’s more...” she told him. “Three years had passed when I came to Bethdsha. That’s where I got the device removed,” she paused. “His name is… was Talus.”
Ronon felt a sharp pang in his heart at the same time he caught sight of the bruising around her wrists out of the corner of his eye.
She quickly withdrew her hand, rolling onto her side – facing away from him. She sighed softly. “He saved me, Ronon. I thought… I didn’t think you were alive. I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Who did this to you?” he spat out angrily, reaching over her and taking her wrist into his hand – his grasp gentle despite his fury.
She swallowed, hard. “He was a good man, but he changed…” she admitted. “I thought loving him would help, but it didn’t. I tried… I couldn’t. It wasn’t long before he took others to be his… and I soon became nothing more than…” She inhaled sharply, shaking her head, unable to go on.
He hugged her tightly. “Shh,” he whispered into her ear, holding onto her.
“I’m so sorry, Ronon,” she whispered.
Instinctively, all he wanted to do hunt down the bastard for touching his wife.
Melena closed her eyes, sighing softly.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Melena,” he assured her.
They had believed each other dead—he could not blame her. He could accept that she’d moved on and found another, despite the fact it broke his heart to imagine another man loving her, but he would not accept anyone hurting her.
***
McKay’s Quarters – Atlantis
The lights in Rodney’s quarters were dimmed. Sleep had decided it wanted to take control of the situation, thus Rodney had temporarily abandoned his study of the transmitter radio Melena had brought with her.
Rodney was lying comfortably in his bed, snoring quite loudly. He’d had a long day with frogs, lemons, and purses, which were the basis for him bringing his work here. He snuggled up to his pillow, falling deeper into a sleeping state.
The transmitter radio stood upright on Rodney’s desk. The radio seemed to be harmless until a faint red light started blinking…
***
Ronon’s Quarters
“My village,” she paused, “my new village… all but destroyed. I ran, I didn’t know if anyone else was alive. I left, didn’t look back, not even for a second when the Wraith came,” she said as tears started to dampen her cheeks. “I’m not sure how I got to the City of the Ancestors,” she admitted. “Or how you are alive. I keep feeling as if this is all some dream and I’ll wake up at any moment and be back on Bethdsha, without you.”
“It’s not a dream, Melena,” he assured her. “I’m here,” he said, kissing her shoulder softly.
“Ronon…” she murmured.
Ronon carefully guided Melena so that she faced him once again. “I love you, Melena and that hasn’t changed,” he explained to her.
Melena shook her head, “But how Ronon? So much time has gone by. You’re different… I’m different.”
“I never stopped,” he told her, cupping her face in his hands. “You’re the reason I’m still alive, even now. I kept going because of you.” He pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers softly.
She fell into the kiss eagerly, slipping her arms around him. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be with him, to be held and loved in such a way that no one else could ever hope to achieve.
Ronon slowly slipped his fingers down the nape of neck, sliding them under the string that held her gown on. He pulled the cord, effectively untying it, and carefully peeled away the cloth from her shoulder. Gently, his hand explored her shoulder blade, moving further down. He could feel the rough surface of the scars that adorned her back… the many scars that covered her once flawless body. His finger traced them lightly. He choked back tears, only to lean down and kiss her again adoringly.
She flinched a little as his touch discovered her imperfections. She felt exposed and ashamed. Slipping her hand around the back of his neck, she pulled him deeper into the kiss, wanting to forget everything and exist only in this moment.
He slipped the gown over her arms carefully, removing it and exposing her naked form. Breaking the kiss, his eyes fell on her body… it was as he remembered, even after the years of hardship it had experienced. “We don’t have to do this,” he told her quietly as he ran his fingers through her brown tresses.
“I know,” she whispered, her brown eyes meeting his. “It’s okay…”
He brought his lips to his wife’s, kissing her affectionately. His tongue teased her lips, parting them gently - their tongues met and entwined hungrily. He slipped his hand under the small of her back, raising her slightly and pressing closer into her as he continued to kiss her earnestly.
She moaned softly against his lips, draping her arms around him. She suckled tenderly on his lower lip, nipping it lightly with her teeth before engulfing him deeper into the kiss.
The heat between them grew as their bodies pressed against each other. Hesitantly, Ronon broke the kiss, rising from the bed. He unbuckled his belt and removed the rest of his clothing. His eyes met Melena’s, a smile crossing his face, and he positioned himself beside her delicately. His hand slipped up the length of her leg, coming to rest steadily against her thigh. He brought his lips to hers again.
She tilted her head back slightly, bringing her body closer to his. She shuddered slightly as she felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen. “Ronon…” she murmured against his lips.
His traced the tip of his tongue along her jaw, down the length of her neck and finally to her shoulder. He inhaled deeply, letting the sweet scent of honey overtake him – he moaned – recalling his wife’s scent so well. His heart swelled with love as he let his hand part her legs slowly, looking into her brown eyes deeply. “I love you, Mel…” he whispered quietly.
She bit her lower lip softly, her eyes meeting his. She smiled warmly; her body was aching for her husband to take her, and her eyes conveyed just how much.
Ronon positioned himself against her cautiously, his movements signifying his uncertainty. He felt the heat radiating between her legs as he slowly moved in closer. He pressed against her, parting her opening and sliding into her. He could feel her body tensing against his as he moved further inside of her - he was doing everything he could to keep his motions gentle.
Melena lifted her hips, pressing them against Ronon, causing him to move deeper within her. A soft moan escaped her as she reached up, placing her hand against the back of her husband’s neck and pulling him into a desperate kiss.
He pushed further, being even gentler as he moved deeper, still hesitant with his movements.
She urged him on, pressing her hips against his softly.
Ronon moved in rhythm with her, abandoning his reservations as he moved deeper with each thrust. He felt her warmth wrapped around him, tightening as she pulled him further into her - their bodies rocking against each other gingerly. A moan escaped his lips. “Oh Melena…”
With every thrust, their movements intensified, matching each other profoundly.
Melena shuddered as her climax washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, pressing harder against Ronon.
In the wake of her pleasure, one more deep thrust caused him to release, his body shaking as he collapsed beside her. Breathing heavily, he wrapped his arms around her, savoring this moment of sweet surrender.
She buried her face against his chest, her own heaving as she took deep breaths. “I love you…” she whispered hoarsely.
“Always,” he murmured, a smile crossing his features.
***
McKay’s Quarters
Early Morning
The faint red light from the radio continued to flash repeatedly as the sun rose over Atlantis, the rays streaming through the cracks of the blinds that covered the windows.
Rodney batted at the rays of light, groaning irritably. He rolled over, covering his face with his pillow. Too early!
A few seconds later, he peeked out from under the pillow and glanced at the clock on his nightstand. As he sat up, swinging his legs out over the edge of the bed, he grumbled under his breath and stretched his arms, yawning. Catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, Rodney looked around. Eventually his gaze fell upon the transmitter radio – the red light blinking repetitively.
“Oh, that’s not good,” he moaned dejectedly.
***
Ronon’s Quarters
The sun was making its way over the horizon as Ronon removed his arms from around Melena, being careful not to wake her. He rose from the bed and glanced down at the sleeping form of his wife, a rare and warm smile crossing his features.
He walked over to the chair where his clothes had been tossed carelessly hours ago. He pulled his shirt on over his head, proceeding to get dressed. He sat down in the chair when he pulled on his boots, being extra quiet to ensure he would not wake Melena from her slumber.
He grabbed his gun, holstering it on his hip before walking over to the door. He slid his hand over the sensor, the door sliding open. He looked back over his shoulder at Melena. I’m sorry…
***
Dr. Weir’s Office – Atlantis
Carson rushed through the hallways of Atlantis. He was breathing heavily, grasping a pile of papers tightly in his hands as he half walked, and half ran. He dodged people left and right, almost tripping over his own feet in the process. He hurried up the stairs to the control room, rushing past the technicians and heading to the door of Elizabeth’s office.
He knocked furiously on the door.
“Enter,” Elizabeth said.
Carson swiped his hand over the sensor - the door opened and he walked inside, breathing hard. “Doctor Weir,” he said as he attempted to catch his breath.
“What is it, Carson?” she asked, a concerned look on her face. She stood up from her desk and walked over to him.
He looked at her, sighing. “You might want to take a look at these,” he suggested as he handed her the slightly crumpled papers.
Elizabeth looked at Carson for a moment before taking the papers. She started to read through them, scanning over the contents briefly. She hadn’t even finished with the first page when she looked up at Carson, a horrified expression on her face. “Are you sure?”
TBC
Previous Chapters:
+ Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 +
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Boy, that scene where Ronon takes Melena to his room was so sweet and touching, but I had this feeling of dread. And then Carson started freaking out and I'm imagining all sorts of terrible things!
Very romantic scene between Mel and Ronon, which was counterbalanced by whatever is going on. Can't wait to find out!
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I am glad that you enjoyed it and everything. I worked *really* hard on this chapter to try and get the relationship between Ronon and Melena to another level plus add in the drama. :)
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:(
Well, I hope the next is not long too come.
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What could be wrong with Melena? :( I don't want anything to be wrong, they just got back together! That scene was really sweet ;)
He moved around to the opposite side, pulling his shirt off over his head.
Rawrr :P *slips into daydream*
Sometimes I wish it was me and not Melena there :P
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I loved the way you intercut Ronon and Melena's reunion with scenes of some kind of possible drama going on.
Good twist in having Melena settle in one spot after her tracker was removed. Too bad she ended up in the clutches of a horrible man.
I think you had a good reaction from Ronon. He was not unreasonable about her moving on with someone else, but he *would* want retribution for anyone who hurt her.
The love scene was perfect. It wasn't some fast romp, but a gentle loving scene which fit in well with the flow of the story.
Great job :)
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I am very happy that you enjoyed this chapter. :)
The love scene was hard to write, I rewrote it several times, lol, I was never good with those type of scenes so I am glad that it worked and people enjoyed it. :)
We get in frist, preempt them?
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