FIC: Right Now and Anytime - SGA - NC17 Title: Right Now and Anytime Author:nepants (on lj, "dontwantmeback") Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Ronon Dex Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Complete lack of anything resembling a plot. Summary:Elizabeth has no idea why she invited Ronon to her yoga session.
Elizabeth has no idea why she invited Ronon to her yoga session. Teyla would have been a far better choice, especially considering she wasn’t harboring any well-hidden lust for the other woman, as she was the…well, the mountain of a man now standing beside her. It also doesn’t help that she isn’t as great at yoga as she likes to let herself believe, when she’s alone. Her poses are shaky and lack the crispness they should have if she were doing them right.
All the same, she managed to lead him through warm ups without incident, and even through sitting poses without making too much a fool of herself. The trouble, she finds, comes when she tries to lead him in the balance exercises.
Standing side by side on their mats, Elizabeth carefully dictates instructions. Lift this leg behind you like this and hold it with this same side hand. Arm up, and lean forward. She can feel something’s wrong before it really occurs to her what it is. Her balance is…shakier than Ronon’s, and she feels herself wobbling as she tries to maintain the pose he’s managed to pick up so easily beside her.
Her ankle trembles under her and she sways a few times before finally just toppling over toward her partner. Her arms flail and her leg kicks as she tries to get her balance back, only serving to hit Ronon in the face as she collapses onto him.
After a moment of horror, she starts giggling.
She apologizes and tries to right herself, still laughing, but large hands on her back stop her movement in its tracks. She looks down at him, eyes going wide with surprise, and isn’t at all soothed by the amused smirk he’s aiming right at her. Just the opposite, in fact, the look sends shivers down her spine that she’s sure he can feel though the reaction is less than that physical.
What really gets her, though, is the spark of excitement in his eyes. Of energy and desire and wanting and she really doesn’t get that look nearly often enough.
His body is big and solid and right there beneath her and it’s hardly as though she doesn’t want to. So she throws caution to the wind and, returning his smirk, leans down to kiss him. It starts softer than she really intended, having meant to do it like she had nothing to lose, but the tickle of hair against her face sends a surge through her and she realizes she’s really doing this and presses her lips more securely against his.
There’s no reaction for a few moments, but she persists, shifting a little above him to get comfortable, hands planing on either side of him to hold herself up. It takes just long enough that she starts to think this is a bad idea and is about to pull back and try and smooth things over, and then he’s kissing her back. There’s no gentleness and no caution to it. And for now, it’s just a kiss.
It doesn’t stay just a kiss when Ronon’s hands slide down her back and grip her ass solidly, pulling her against his body and she can feel just how interested in her he is. She smirks against his mouth, shifting her weight and pushing against his hands until she can straddle his thigh, her own rubbing against him teasingly. Her hand slides down to palm him when she feels his cock getting hard against her, grinning again when he groans softly and shifts into her touch. The leather pants he wears do less to conceal his arousal than the thin cotton yoga pants do to conceal hers.
Her exploration doesn’t stop as she starts to wonder what the hell she’s doing here, lying on the floor with her subordinate, kissing wildly with her hand between their bodies. Squeezing and caressing and this is such a bad idea but…when grabs her and flips her onto her back with a growl and a look that no one could possibly mistake, she decides she doesn’t care. It might be a bad idea but it feels good so damn good ideas and deal with the consequences later.
She gazes up at him, breathless and more than pleased with the turn this has taken, and wriggles beneath his body. Her hand draws away from him and smoothes her shirt up to slowly reveal her pale, lean stomach. Then higher yet to show her breasts held in a simple black bra, and off. The look Ronon casts down her body is nothing short of the most amazing look anyone has ever given her. No one’s looked at her like they wanted her that badly in a long time.
She smiles, encouragingly, shifting to push up and peel her bra off, and when her breasts fall free, Ronon’s hands move to cup them. He breath catches and she closes her eyes, arching her back into his touch. He’s not hesitant at all, something that’s encouraging to her, his hands moving on her like he’s done this a thousand times before. And somehow he knows almost exactly what to do so that in moments she’s gasping and moving insistently under him, pushing her hips up with a wanting desperation. She catches his hands, guiding them just where she wants them, rough fingertips on her hardened nipples.
Leaving his hands there to rub, the sensations of it sending shocks of pleasure through her, Elizabeth drops her own hands to push her pants down, hands stopping as they pass by his hips to dip between them and cup the obvious bulge in his pants. He growls in response and pushes sharply into her hand, and she has to push him back firmly.
“Clothes,” she breathes, meeting his eyes for a moment before taking her pants off and kicking them away. Her panties are white and as simple as her bra, and when she leans back on her elbows and spreads her knees, she knows he can see the slightly darker area between her legs from her wetness. “Take them off. Now.”
Ronon doesn’t waste any time, much to her joy, working his clothes off quickly but carefully. She watches him, wide-eyed and breathless, skimming a hand over her own body. His eyes stay on her, and she can see how turned on he is just by watching her touching herself like this. Filing that information away for later, she lets her hand slide under her panties, eyes fluttering closed at the sudden shock of pleasure from her fingers sliding over her.
She’s so distracted by it, whimpering and pushing against her fingers, she misses Ronon throwing his clothes aside and startles when he grabs her panties and pulls them impatiently down her legs. She gasps, eyes opening to stare at him as he tosses them aside. She looks him over, licking her lips, her hand moving between her legs. Well, well, well. He’s bigger than she imagined but her body trembles with the thought of him inside of her.
She draws her hand away, reaching up to catch his shoulders and spreads her legs further. “Now,” she breathes, tugging on him. This isn’t about wanting it anymore; it’s about need. Desperate need and when he lowers himself above her, kissing her again, hard and demanding, she rocks her hips up to meet his. It’s insistent and impatient and she should probably care that that they don’t have any sort of protection, but she doesn’t and oh god now.
One leg wraps around Ronon’s waist, planting her foot on his ass and pulling. She needs him in her, and she needs it now. He catches her leg, holding it there, and thrusts into her with one smooth movement. She tosses her head back, crying out and clutching his shoulders. He doesn’t hesitate to start rolling his hips in slow, strong thrusts, and she’s breathless all over again in no time, gripping at him and rocking her own hips up in time with his.
Her body feels like it’s on fire, and soft whimpers quickly rise to loud moans and she’s writhing beneath him desperately, breathlessly urging him to move faster, harder. He complies, echoing her cries with grunts and moans of his own, his hands clutching and his hips driving into hers. She lets go of his shoulders, one hand moving to rub at her breast again, the foot not on his back planting on the ground beside him to give her the leverage to push her hips up hard.
The other hand skims down across her stomach when she feels the steady thrusts begin to falter to rub herself in as he moves. She’s close, but she can tell he’s closer, and there’s no way she’s going to go this far without getting what she needs from it. Ronon cries out, coming inside of her suddenly and violently, his head tossing back and his hips jerk against hers.
She clenches down on him, rocking her hips up faster and pressing her fingers against her harder, riding out his orgasm and feeling her own building until it breaks and she’s arching and screaming, hand not stilling between her legs. Ronon groans again, softer, when she tightens around him, and rolls his hips once, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Elizabeth drops her leg from around him, resting back against the floor and panting to catch her breath. Ronon only stays there against her a moment, moving off her shortly and getting dressed, leaving her naked and sweaty with her legs spread and looking up at him like she’d like nothing more than to pull him back down and let him fuck her again until she can’t think. He just smirks down at her, adjusting his clothes back into place.
“Thanks.”
She laughs quietly and brings one knee up, smiling in a way she hopes is sultry and probably comes off as more childlike than she means. “Anytime.”