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Ronon Dex: Caught in a Bad Way

You and Ronon had been friends for a while. You both seemed to bond well over being outcasts in the same place. You couldnt handle the amount sexiness that Ronon radiated with his cool sarcasm and stride.

One day, you were in your room, exploring your body and finding this sweet little spot that made you squirm and you let out a squeak. Concerned for you, Ronon comes in, ready to fight. Your cheeks flush red, madly embarrassed. With a groan, he shuts your door and stalks up to you.

you cant tell anyone. He growls, yanking his chaps off and wriggling out of his jeans and boots. With a quick nose twitch he climbs onto you, his lips wasting no time finding your own. Confused you drop your arms to your sides. With an encouraging smile, he places your hands on his hips as he gently rolls them into yours, setting off fireworks. Ssh. Its alright. He assures. Sliding your panties to your ankles, he guides himself into your sweet, hot heat. Sucking in a deep breath, she rolls her hips into his own. He nods in encouragement, rolling his own to meet yours.

Ronon. You whisper, feeling some kind of tensing in the pit of your stomach. He presses a kiss to your temple, feeling himself getting closer to the edge.

Shut up. He growls, hoping no one would walk in. As you both hit that euphoric high at the same time, you flop against him, breathing heavily against each other. A knock echoes and Ronon tosses a blanket over your body, wiggling into his pants and opening the door just enough to see John.

heading out in a few? She tagging along? He asks. His eyes going over Ronons face, seeing the flushing on his cheeks and him trying to control his erratic breathing.

yeah. Probably. He grunts, shutting the door before letting out a sigh.