NOTES: Stages of Love challenge 'Passion'.

Wonder

Elizabeth wonders if he makes love the way he eats; as though it's going to be his last meal. The food's not important as long as it fills his belly, but the act of eating is ferocious - as are so many things about this man.

At certain times of the month, watching him eat is as erotic an act as masturbation.

In the privacy of her room, she lies in her bed and runs her hands over her skin until desire is a needle that pierces her from groin to belly - a pain that she wants him to ease with a ferocity that sometimes worries her. While she's gentle with herself, there are times when she'd like to be handled more roughly - when she'd like to be thoroughly fucked by a man who'd handle her the way he eats his food - the way he fights and lives - with passion.

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Ronon wonders if her attitude to this expedition carries over to the bedroom - quiet and encouraging and demure, up until the gloves come off and she lets the tidal wave of emotion take her. She seems to have surprised a few people in the city lately - allowing the interrogation of the whiny scientist and authorising the strike against the Gennii.

There are days when he goes back to his quarters after the most recent crisis to hit Atlantis and imagines her coming to him to get rid of the tension in her body.

Sometimes he works himself slow, and sometimes he goes fast, but it's always her hands on his cock, arch and teasing until she gets down to business with the passion that lurks beneath the politeness. And then he pants himself to exhaustion with the force of release.

--

Large hands tug at her clothing, pulling cloth from flesh so skin can meet skin. She gasps as he moulds her body against his without mercy, with the urgent hunger that she wanted from him. His finger pushes into her, bold as the mouth that seizes her, as the thumb that rubs across her clit. Elizabeth presses her body against him, wanton as a cat.

He treats her like she's his equal - a warrior - when they're in bed together.

--

Her mouth - so good with words - is just as good on a man's skin. Her fingertips skim across his body as he thought they might, caressing and eager, but determined. She knows what she wants and is mature enough to take it. Slim hands push him down to the bed, and her mouth tastes his tattoo while her hands familiarise themselves with every muscle in his body. When that mouth drifts even lower, Ronon is very surprised.

She's a reminder to him that there's much more to life than fighting the Wraith.

--

Afterwards, his hand rests on her hip and her hand traces the circle of his nipple while their thighs slide along each other, revelling in the texture of skin against skin.

No need to wonder anymore.

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