Sweat dropped into Jennifer's eye but she refused to take her eye off the man in front of her who watched her as a predator did prey. She had learnt her lesson quickly; anything less that her total concentration meant pain. Her first week of real sparing with Ronon had left her hobbling and nursing a smattering of purple bruises, proof that she had a lot to learn. He had apologized when he saw them the next day and had cancelled three sessions before she worked out what was going on and dragged him down to the gym. It had taken more than a week for the sick and guilty look Ronon got every time he saw a bruise on her to slowly disappear. Jennifer had had to try twice as hard at her training after that, determined not to get so many bruises but it had taken her clocking him over the head twice in one afternoon for a week before he stopped hesitating every time he swung the baton at her.

"Shit" Jennifer swore as she barely raised her baton in time to block Ronon's strike, served her right for getting lost in her thoughts. Ronon grinned in a way that Jennifer had learnt to interpret as "I've got you" and swore again as she noted their positions. In three sweeps of his arm Ronon had both batons out of Jennifer's hands and backed her up against the cold wall of the empty sparing room, one baton at her throat and the other against her left ribs. Her breath left her in a huff and she stilled, knowing when she was defeated "one day-" Jennifer began her daily insistence that she would beat him eventually.

Her words were cut off as Ronon's mouth pressed against her, batons falling to the ground as a hand buried itself in her hair and the other at her back, pressing her tightly to him with a moan.

"Uhhhh" Jennifer murmured faintly when Ronon's lips moved to her neck "what was I saying?" she said in a distracted voice, sparks of pleasure flaring from every point of contact.

Jennifer felt more than heard Ronon chuckle before she was picked up and pressed higher against the wall, legs wrapping around his waist "that I win"

Jennifer frowned, that didn't sound like her but Ronon's hand slipped under her shirt and the skin on skin contact shorted out her brain. She hummed in dazed agreement and focused on the task at hand.