A/N: Please see Chapter 1 for disclaimer and spoilers.
A/N2: Since I'm writing this story and I am God for the time being (disclaimer: I'm not really.), there has been a slight change in plan – this chapter is both Ronon and Teyla's POV, just since the other chapters ended up so short. Also, this is consecutive timelines, rather than concurrent (starts off from Ronon's POV, then Teyla's kicks in a while later). Capiche?
A/N3: Hi, me again – I realize that this 'fic is rated T, and I'd hate to change it in the middle, so I'm going to try and stay away from the really steamy stuff. Hopefully it will all just be implied snugglebunnies, maybe some making out, but be warned, it could get . . . interesting.
(A/N4: "Snugglebunnies" is a much more fun way of saying "sex". Just thought I'd clear that up for all of you who have never read Bloom County.)
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After what seemed like far too long to Ronon, they rounded a final corner and saw the door to Teyla's quarters. At this point, the pair did break into a run, chests heaving with excitement and exertion as Teyla palmed the door open and yanked Ronon inside, closing the door with the same movement.
She slammed him up against the wall, both hands fisted in his shirtfront as she laid a blazing kiss on his lips. He did not stand this quietly, however, and in one movement their positions were reversed, and he had her pinned to the wall.
Teyla smiled into their kiss as she noticed that her feet were no longer touching the floor. Apparently Ronon was tired of bending over to reach her more petite frame, and had lifted her to his level. Taking advantage of this, she wrapped her legs around his waist for a more secure hold on him.
Coming up for air again, Ronon took a moment to look at the woman he held in his arms. She was mostly in shadow, since they had not bothered to turn on the lights when they entered the room, but some moonlight spilled through her window and by it he saw her tousled appearance and the desire in her eyes.
Well this isn't exactly what I thought would happen when I showed up for our sparring match today, he thought to himself as he kissed her lightly on the forehead and moved towards her bed, cradling her against his chest.
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Teyla woke snuggled up against Ronon's warm figure a few hours later. Their . . . exploits that night had been quite enjoyable, but exhausting, especially after their marathon of a sparring session. She stifled a yawn, making Ronon stir.
"Did I wake you?" Teyla asked softly, tracing patterns on Ronon's chest with the tip of a finger. He brought his hand up to capture hers, bringing it to his mouth so he could kiss it.
"Yes. But I'm glad you did. I wouldn't miss this for the world," he murmured, his voice rumbling through his chest.
I wouldn't miss this either, Ronon, Teyla smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep again, held safely in the arms of the man she loved. It is amazing, she thought. Only yesterday we were friends, sparring with each other as usual, trading banter before and afterwards, only interested in companionship. But the passion was there, like coals burning gently until they are fanned into a blaze.
Hearing a gentle snore, Teyla tilted her head up to look at Ronon's face, the perpetual worry lines finally smoothed.
But we never seem to burn each other.
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A/N: I just realized I'll be without internet this weekend, so here's a quick epilogue to finish off the story. Thanks once again to everyone who reviewed, and especially fyd818, creatrix of Spanky A Week Summer and a wonderful person in every way. Couldn't have done it without you, girl!
And now, The Epilogue.
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"Teyla? You there? Come on, we have a mission today!"
Sheppard rapped on Teyla's door again, a small frown creasing his brow. He turned to Rodney, who was picking nervously at a hangnail.
"What time is it, Rodney?" Sheppard asked, running a hand through his hair in annoyance.
"Uh . . . 0800-ish," the Canadian said, checking his watch.
Sheppard nodded. "That's what I thought. You ever know Teyla to sleep late?"
McKay was about to answer when the door in front of them opened.
"Oh, finally! You know, it's about time you showed up, we've been waiting here for . . . oh, erm, hello, Ronon."
McKay trailed off, quailing under the DeathGlare (™) Ronon was sending his way. The Satedan was shirtless and obviously recently out of bed. He stood with his hands braced against either side of the doorway, as if with very little effort he could thrust outward and bring the walls tumbling down on the astrophysicist in front of him.
Rodney squeaked and hid behind Sheppard, who had said nothing as yet, and was just standing there with a smile the size of Texas growing on his face.
Ronon grunted and closed the door. Sheppard shook his head in wonder.
"Yep. We've been waiting for a long, long time."
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A/N: Thank you, thank you, you've been wonderful. High fives and virtual cookies to every Spanky fan out there, I love you all!