Spoilers: The Return Part 1

Notes: We hadnít seen The Return Part 2 when we wrote this, so any differences between what happened in the show and what happens here are not intentional.

Healerís Hands

Orithain and Rina

May 2007

Disclaimers: We only wish they were ours. Sadly, this is as close as weíre going to get.

Ronon Dex was surprised by the surge of joy he felt at the appearance of John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Dr. Weir and Dr. Beckett. When the Atlanteans had returned to Earth at the orders of the returned Ancestors, the Satedan had felt as if heíd lost his home a second time. Though welcome among the Athosians, who had also been displaced from what they had come to consider their home, he found the pace of life too slow after seven years as a runner and more than a year as a member of Sheppardís team.

As they made their plans to retake the city from the replicators and hopefully to rescue Gen. OíNeill, the Ancestors, and possibly even Wolsey, Ronon realized that he didnít like the idea of placing the two non-combatants in danger, Beckett even more so than Weir. Beckett was a healer... as Malena had been.

As that thought struck him, Rononís eyes widened ever so slightly, and he turned to look at Beckett.

As if feeling the weight of his gaze, Carson looked up, his eyebrows raised. "Is something wrong, lad?" he asked curiously.

Ronon continued to watch him, seeming to weigh his response. "No," he said finally. "I think something might finally be right."

"Oh yes," Rodney grumbled from where he was checking his gun, "weíre going to invade a city of Ancients who were so high-and-mighty that they kicked us out to save them from the replicators that they created in the first place; everythingís just peachy!"

Carson chuckled at the ongoing tirade. "Heís glad ta be back," he informed Ronon, "as am I."

"And we are very happy to have you back," Teyla said formally, the warmth in her eyes adding to the greeting.

"But why?" Ronon added bluntly.

"Why what?" Carson asked, gazing at him curiously.

"Why have you come back? And are you planning to stay?"

"We pretty much have to," John admitted, "even if we didnít want to, which we do."

"What he means," Elizabeth interpreted, "is that weíre here against orders. But we couldnít leave Atlantis and Gen. OíNeill and Mr. Wolsey to the replicators."

"And weíre the best people to do something about it," John finished. "With your help."

"I think we all found that weíve come to see Atlantis as more of our home than Earth," Carson explained.

"Well, of course we do," Rodney sighed. "When youíve almost died as many times as we have defending the damn place, you own it!"

"I think Carson was speaking of feelings more than possession," Teyla mused.

John shrugged. "They kind of go together, donít they? But the point is that we need to rescue it, or no oneís going to be living in Atlantis except a bunch of machines, and we really donít want those using the gate network to get to Earth. Which is why we were supposed to tell our bosses how to destroy the city."

"And instead you chose to come rescue it," Ronon observed.

Carson nodded at that. "Iíve always preferred saving things when possible."

"Youíre a healer," Ronon said, again watching Carson intently. Across the fire, John looked from one to the other, and his eyebrows rose as he elbowed Rodney, causing the other man to glare at him before following his gaze and choking on his coffee.

"Well, aye, though I will fight if forced to," Carson answered, missing the byplay.

Ronon nodded. "But itís our job to keep you from being forced to."

John rolled his eyes at Rodney and muttered, "And you thought I was oblivious?"

"Shh!" Elizabeth hissed. "I think itís sweet."

Carson nodded, apparently not hearing the othersí whispered comments as he answered Ronon. "Well, Iíd rather none of us had ta do that, but Iíve discovered there are times ye must stand and fight."

Rononís lips quirked bitterly. "Malena said something very similar to me that last day on Sateda."

"Ye must miss her," Carson said gently.

"I will always miss her and the life we had together on Sateda, just as I miss Sateda itself, but she and they are gone. Iím not."

"Kate would say thatís a healthy attitude to have, son, and once we get our city back, we can all go home again."

His head tilted slightly, Ronon looked at Carson for a long moment. "Youíre not my father."

"Hm?" Carson frowned. "Iím sorry, Ronon, itís just a phrase. I wonít use it if it bothers ye."

"I donít want you to think of me that way," Ronon explained.

"As my son?" Carson had to chuckle at that. "I dinna believe that would be physically possible."


John looked at Rodney in disbelief. "This is painful!"

"Not arguing!"

"Shh!" Elizabeth hissed again, while Teyla pressed her lips together to keep from smiling.

Finally noticing them, Ronon turned his head and glared at John and Rodney, his eyes promising painful revenge if they continued.

Looking slightly pale, Rodney glanced over at John and nodded. "So, are we ready to do this because sitting here contemplating my imminent demise isnít doing anything for my ulcer."

"Ye donít have an ulcer, Rodney," Carson commented, though it was clear from his posture he wasnít looking forward to this.

"No, he gives them," John said, but he reached for Rodneyís hand at the same time, squeezing it.

Carson caught the gesture and smiled, glad the two men had at least found each other.

"When we get to the city, Carson, you and Ronon will try to find Gen. OíNeill and Wolsey. Rodney and I will make our way to the labs, and Elizabeth, once you and Teyla reach a secure location, itíll be up to you to access the cityís systems."

"I am just so looking forward to this," Rodney groaned as they all stood.

Carson swallowed nervously, but he picked up his pack and settled it on his back.

Elizabeth nodded sharply. "Weíll do our part, and I know you will too." She looked over at John, meeting his eyes and knowing that both of them were remembering the day of the storm during their first year when the Genii had taken over the city, remembering just how far John would go to protect Atlantis and his friends.

Teyla nodded. "We can only hope the Ancestors will see reason and allow you into the systems again."

"If they want my help in rewriting the replicators, they will."

"And I doubt any of us will pay any attention if they donít," John said.

"Good. Itís about time," Ronon growled while Carson only took a deep breath and nodded as they all headed for the jumper.

"Good luck," John murmured as the three teams split up to make their way to their targets.

"Weíll try the holding cells first," Ronon said. "OíNeill may be there."

"Iíll keep up," Carson nodded.

"I never doubted it." Ronon gave him a quick smile, which Carson returned, but his held quite a bit more tension and worry.

"Weíll do fine, Doc. Donít forget I managed to stay ahead of the Wraith for seven years. We can do this."

"Aye, but ye arenít immortal, and Iíve sewn ye up more times than Iíd care ta count."

"And Iím still here," Ronon pointed out.

"And Iíd much rather keep ye that way."

Ronon paused, looking over his shoulder at the doctor. "Thatís something we can discuss after we retake the city."

Carson looked somewhat confused at that statement, but the sight of a pair of replicators coming toward them distracted him. Spotting them as well, Ronon yanked Carson into a room, and they hustled out the other side into the next corridor, making for a transporter and hoping the replicators hadnít spotted them.

"I really hate this kind of thing," Carson murmured as they made it to the transporter and hit the panel.

"Itíll be over soon enough. Sheppard and McKay always figure something out."

"Aye, thatís a good point," Carson murmured even as he clutched his weapon tightly.

"Iím not sure whether to be upset or not that the replicators killed all the Ancients," John observed once it was all over with. "They could have taught us so much, but itís nice to know that Atlantis is ours again."

Rodney nodded even as he continued to work on restoring all the cityís systems. "Yes, I never imagined theyíd be quite so... stupid."

John snorted. "Youíre always the first to point out that theyíre not perfect, and you were right. They were just people, just like us. More evolved maybe and further advanced technologically, but flawed, fallible people, not gods."

"Though they seemed too full of themselves to accept help from those who had been dealing with a situation they hadnít seen for 10,000 years," Carson snapped.

Everyone turned to stare at Carson, surprised by the anger from the normally peaceful Scot. "Theyíd had a very long time of being the most advanced race around," Elizabeth reminded everyone. "They werenít used to accepting advice from anyone else."

"Then they got what they asked for, didnít they? Thinking they didnít need anyone else, that they were above such things."

"And now theyíre gone again," Ronon said calmly. "So much for superiority."

"Exactly," Rodney nodded, "the fact that they wrote these systems doesnít mean they know them better."

Carson pressed his lips together at that and looked away. "If theyíd only talked to us, learned what we knew."

"You all tried," Jack OíNeill said, watching them and reminded of how SG1 had been before heíd accepted the promotions and been separated from his team.

"And now we move on," Elizabeth said, looking around at her battered and bloody friends.

Teyla nodded at that. "With this act, the city has truly been claimed as ours."

"It already was ours," John said. "They just didnít realize it."

Carson looked around the small group, cataloging the multiple wounds heíd dressed and stitched earlier. "Aye, and weíve paid for it."

Jack looked around as well. "I guess itís a good thing you never got my orders to destroy the city," he observed blandly, making John grin.

"That would have been a waste, sir."

"Damn right!" Rodney snapped while Carson just rubbed his forehead.

"If ye donít need me any longer, I should go check on Mr. Wolsey."

"Iíll go with you. Just in case the replicators left anything behind," Ronon said, getting to his feet to follow the doctor.

Carson glanced over at him, then nodded. "Thank ye, Ronon."

John glanced over at Rodney, smirking. "Go ahead. We need to reestablish contact with Earth. And it should probably come from you first, General," he added, wincing at the memory of the last transmission from Gen. Landry.

"Weíll stay in radio contact," Carson promised as he started toward the door.

"Ten bucks says Ronon makes his move," John said the moment the door shut behind the departing men.

"No bet," Rodney scoffed. "Unless itís for position, though this," he gestured to his wrapped wrist, "might make things difficult."

"Come on, genius," John said, getting up and offering Rodney a hand. "Time to get the link back to Earth active again. Iím sure youíre anxious to get back too, General."

"An ĎIím aliveí message might save me from sleeping on the sofa when I get back," Jack allowed.

John chuckled. "Scientists do get pissy about things like that, donít they? At least mine doesnít usually get himself killed."

"Not that you havenít commented about liking the idea of me coming back naked!" Rodney said.

"I can get you naked without you needing to die first!" John retorted, making Jack nod emphatically and Elizabeth and Teyla chuckle.

"Shocking, that, now can I get that link going while you two guffaw?"

"I see heís as cranky as ever. You should work on that, Sheppard."

"Naw, I like him the way he is."

Elizabeth shook her head as she glanced at Teyla. "You have to put up with this on every mission?"

The Athosian woman chuckled at that. "Not all of the time."

"Ha ha," John said on his way out of the room. "Donít give up your day job!"

"How are your stitches, lad?" Carson asked as they headed for the infirmary.

Ronon shrugged. "Theyíre fine. I still donít think I needed them."

"Last I looked, I was the doctor here, not you."

"You also think I need painkillers all the time."

"Is there a reason for ye to be uncomfortable when thereís no need?"

"Why waste medicine when Iím fine without it?"

"So yer saying ye like to be in pain?"

"Of course not, but Iíve had much worse. Something that minor is to be ignored."

"Not by me it bloody well isnít!"

"Youíre a very interesting man, Carson."

"What the hell are ye talking about?" Carson asked, staring at the larger man incredulously. "Do ye expect me ta like the fact that ye donít mind when yer hurt or want anyone ta take care of ye?"

"I let you take care of me," Ronon pointed out.

"After arguing until yer face turns blue."

"Next time I wonít argue."

Carson snorted at that. "Iíll believe that when I see it, lad."

"You will," Ronon said seriously.

Carson eyed him closely, then nodded. "Good; Iíll remember that when the time comes to check yer stitches."

Ronon sighed heavily. "I thought you might."

"Is it so bad to have someone want to take care of you?" Carson asked, resting a hand on Rononís shoulder.

Ronon looked at the hand. "That depends on whether itís me you want to take care of or anyone?"

Carson frowned slightly at that but didnít move his hand, feeling the tension of the muscles beneath his palm. "You seem to require more care than others."

Ronon watched him. "And what do you require?"

"Iím not sure what ye mean, lad."

Ronon glanced up and down the corridor to make sure no one was sneaking up on them, and then he lowered his head and gently kissed Carson.

Carson stilled, then leaned back enough to stare up at Ronon, his blue eyes narrowed in confusion. "RononóladóI dinna need that kind of payment."

"Payment? What do youóYou think Iíd--?" Ronon stepped back, glaring.

"Ióyouó" Carson stammered. "But what about Teyla?"

Ronon stared blankly. "What about Teyla?"

"Arenít the two of ye... involved?"

If possible, Ronon looked even more baffled. "Sheís my friend. And I think she likes one of the Marines."

"So ye arenít involved."

"Of course not!"

"And ye didnít kiss me because of gratitude."

"No," Ronon growled.

"And not because of some post battle adrenaline."

This time the growl was wordless.

"So yer... interested?"

"What do you think Iíve been trying to tell you?!"

"How the bloody hell should I know? Ye donít say much!"

"I kissed you! How much clearer can I get?"

"Oh, for Godís sake," Carson sighed, catching Rononís shirt in his hands and pulling him down for a longer, firmer kiss. "That was a kiss."

"Iím not sure I caught the difference. Maybe we should try it again." Ronon slid an arm around Carsonís waist, drawing him closer only to have Carson place a hand against his chest.

"We should check on Mr. Wolsey first."

"And then maybe we can talk about this?"

"Aye, I believe thatís an excellent idea."

"Then letís see to your patient and get on with it." Ronon smiled quickly while Carson nodded.

"Aye, letís do that."

Ronon led the way into the infirmary, quickly stepping aside for Carson when he saw that Wolsey was awake.

"Ahh, Mr. Wolsey, howís yer head?" Carson asked, stepping closer to the bed and reaching for his patientís wrist to check his pulse.

"It feels like it was hit with a very large blunt object," the bureaucrat replied sourly.

"Well, as thatís what happened to ye, thatís not a bad thing. Look here please." Carson fished a penlight from his pocket and shone the beam into the government officialís eyes, nodding to himself as the pupils contracted evenly.

"You missed the end," Ronon said blandly, ignoring the way Wolseyís eyes narrowed, "so we should mention that we won. The replicators are gone, and the Ancestors are all dead."

"Well, of course I missed theóthey are?" Wolsey tried to sit up on the bed only to be restrained by Carsonís hand.

"Aye, they are."

"Which means thereís no one to make us leave Atlantis now," Ronon said, crossing his arms. "Right?"

"Well, Iíll have to speak with the governing bodies, but I certainly canít see a reason why that would happen."

Carson nodded at that. "I would hope not."

"Iíd like to see anyone try to force you to leave," Ronon said threateningly.

"I dinna believe that will be happening," Carson murmured, reaching out to lay a soothing hand on Rononís arm before continuing his examination of his patient.

"No, Iím sure that things will return to normal for Atlantis and the expedition," Wolsey agreed.

"As normal as it ever is here."

Ronon nodded. "Itís good for all of us. We like it here."

Carson nodded as he finished taking Wolseyís vitals. "Yeíve a minor concussion, but there shouldnít be any lasting effects."

"Good. Iím more than ready to go home," Wolsey said in a heartfelt tone.

"Well, I believe Gen. OíNeill was going to attempt to contact Earth. Iím sure the two of ye will be back soon."

"Where are my pants?" Wolsey sat up, clearly intent on leaving the infirmary, Atlantis, and the entire Pegasus Galaxy as far behind him as possible.

Carson pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. "Right over here, lad, though ye may be a mite dizzyó" The last word was hurried as Wolsey slid out of bed and almost fell.

"Iím leaving if I have to crawl," Wolsey said emphatically. "Every time I leave Earth," he muttered.

"I have the same problem whenever I leave Atlantis," Carson sympathized even as he glanced over at Ronon and grinned before steadying Wolsey as he reached for his clothes.

"You wonít anymore." Ronon stepped back out of the way as Wolsey dressed.

"Leave Atlantis?" Carson asked.

"Have that problem."

Carson nodded again and moved back to Wolseyís side when the other man finished dressing. "Come on then, lad; letís get you to the control room."

"And through the gate." Wolselyís first step was a little unsteady, but he found his balance quickly, and the trio made their way to the control room, where Gen. OíNeill was talking to Gen. Landry.

"Well, Colonel, yeíve been displaced as the person in the most hurry ta get out of my care," Carson commented as he and Ronon joined the others.

John raised an eyebrow questioningly, then chuckled faintly when he saw Wolsey make a beeline for the general. "I see. I donít think he appreciates our hospitality."

"Well, I hope he doesnít let the wormhole hit him on the ass on the way out," Rodney muttered.

"Be nice," John chuckled. "Heís leaving, and weíre home. And it doesnít look like the generalís going to throw us all in prison."

"Most wise considering we saved his life," Teyla commented.

"And heís been known to break a few rules himself," Elizabeth added, "when the situation called for it."

"As have we all," Carson murmured.

"Thatís what it takes to survive in this business," Jack himself said as he joined them, leaving Wolsey to speak to Landry.

"Aye, though sometimes I wish it wasnít a fact," Carson sighed, dropping down into one of the chairs at the console and rubbing the back of his neck.

Ronon moved behind the doctor, strong fingers massaging his tense neck and shoulders. Ronon ignored the raised eyebrows from the general and the knowing looks from his teammates.

"Och, lad, that feels wonderful," Carson sighed, relaxing under Rononís hands.

"Healers. You never take care of yourselves." Ronon continued working on Carson, smiling as the tension slowly melted away.

"Thatís because weíre too busy taking care of the rest of you," Carson chuckled.

"Complain, complain, complain," Rodney sniffed. "Ronon, why donít you take poor Dr. Beckett and put him to bed if heís that overworked."

"It will be my pleasure." Ronon moved around in front of Carson, offering a hand up, a challenging glint in his dark eyes.

"I dinna need to be put to bed like a wee lad," Carson protested as Rononís hand engulfed his and pulled him to his feet.

"I was thinking of something more adult... in my bed."

Carson blinked at that, his blue eyes widening before he nodded. "Ahh. Well then."

"Good night, Carson," John said, trying not to laugh.

"Donít do anything we wouldnít do," Rodney snickered.

Ronon looked over his shoulder at them. "Does that eliminate anything?"

"Donít encourage them, lad," Carson groaned, tugging Ronon toward the transporter.

Ronon shrugged. "Itís amusing."

"I could think of more interesting things though."

"So can I, but thatíll have to wait till we get to my room."

Carson nodded at that as they continued to walk, though he kept glancing at Ronon from the corner of his eye, and Ronon stopped abruptly, turning to face the doctor. "If you donít want to do this, all you have to do is say so."

"Actually, I was thinking just how much I did want this," Carson said seriously, making Ronon smile slowly, sensually.

"Good." The big Satedan let his hunger show in his eyes before he started walking again.

Carson shivered at that and wet his suddenly dry lips before nodding. "Aye, itís verra good."

After a short transporter ride and another walk through the corridors to Rononís room, which was at the very outskirts of the area in use by the expedition, Ronon opened the door and gestured to Carson to precede him inside.

Carson stepped inside the room that was bare of any adornments because of their exodus and turned to look back at Ronon, smiling slightly as he held out a hand. Ronon took it, lacing his fingers through Carsonís as he used it to tug the doctor closer and lowered his head to kiss Carson, the merest brush of their lips.

Pulling back with a smile, Carson brought his free hand up to Rononís vest, loosening the bone buttons and pushing it open as he went. Ronon leaned back against the wall, his arms hanging easily at his sides as he let Carson do as he wished, and Carson sighed as he slid his hand into the open space, stroking the planes of Rononís chest, the edge of one finger just brushing a nipple and making Ronon groan deep in his throat and arch his back, seeking more of the touch.

"I love a healerís hands."

"Funny, ye never seem ta want them on ye when ye need them," Carson murmured, continuing his explorations.

"I need them now."

"Ye have them." As he spoke, Carson leaned in and kissed the newly bared flesh.

Ronon raised his hands to Carsonís shoulders, restlessly kneading. "I want more."

"How much more?" As Carson spoke, he mouthed the peaked nipple.

"Everything," Ronon rasped, staring down at Carsonís head against his chest and moving one hand to cup the curve of his skull.

"Then thatís what weíll have." Carson straightened up and nibbled at Rononís lower lip.

"For more than tonight?"

Carson pulled back at that to look up at Ronon, his expression intent. "I dinna do things frivolously."

"Good," Ronon said again, lowering his head, his dreads falling around them like a curtain as he kissed Carson, licking at Carsonís lips until they opened to let him in.

Carson moaned into the kiss, one hand sliding under Rononís hair while the other fisted in his vest. Ronon stepped away from the wall, pressing against Carson and nudging him toward the bed. Carson matched his steps, moving backwards with a grace he didnít normally show until finally sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Ronon looked down at him, smiling sensually, and he began undoing his pants, watching Carson watch him.

"Oh, bloody hell," Carson murmured, pushing off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head, leaving himself bare from the waist up. Ronon inhaled sharply, and a moment later, Carson was flat on his back, covered by a naked and horny Satedan.

Carson moaned, arching up beneath him, his hands digging into Rononís back and his mouth searching for the other manís. Ronon met him eagerly, pushing a thigh between Carsonís at the same time, allowing him to settle closer.

"Ronon," Carson gasped, arching up under him.

"Carson," Ronon whispered, pushing up onto his knees and reaching down to unfasten Carsonís pants.

"Oh, bloody hell, we donít have anything."

Ronon stared blankly. "What do we need? I have oil."

Carson blinked at him. "Ye carry it with you?"

"In my pack. I brought clothes too. I was expecting to stay."

"Positive thinking."

"It helps."

"Aye, I can imagine it does." Carson sucked in a breath as Ronon dragged his pants off, leaving him totally bare.

Ronon inhaled sharply as he drank in the sight. "Delicious."

"Are ye saying ye want ta taste me?"

"I intend to." Ronon licked a stripe down Carsonís throat, making the other man moan and writhe under him. "Mmm, you sound as good as you taste."

"Glad you think so," Carson gasped, tangling his hands in Rononís hair and pulling him up for a kiss. "Now how about ye get that oil and we make use of it."

"Donít move," Ronon rasped, getting up to grab his pack and pull out the oil. It only took a few seconds before he was back on the bed, straddling Carson.

"Can I move now?" Carson asked, grinning cheekily.

Ronon chuckled. "I hope so." He lowered himself so that their erections brushed against each other, then pushed up again, causing Carson to grab him and drag him back down again.

"I like greediness in a lover." Ronon grinned at him briefly before catching Carsonís lower lip between his teeth.

"As do I," Carson groaned, grinding up against Rononís body while his hands slid down to cup his ass.

"This is going to be a very good night." Ronon opened the oil one-handed and tipped some into his palm, which he then wrapped around Carsonís erection, slowly stroking and learning the feel of him.

Carson gasped and twisted in Rononís grip, his own hands sliding up Rononís back and down his arms. Ronon smiled faintly as he let go to continue exploring Carson, his fingers lightly carding through the dark curls at the base before gliding over the soft, smooth skin in the crease of his thigh.

Low whimpers escaped from Carsonís lips and he dropped his hand to Rononís erection, stroking his fingertips over it, making Ronon gasp and arch into Carsonís touch, kissing him again.

"I want to feel ye in me," Carson whispered, wrapping his legs around Rononís waist.

"Soon. I want to explore all of you," Ronon groaned, unable to keep from thrusting forward, his cock sliding along the crevice between Carsonís cheeks.

"In other words, yer a tease," Carson grumbled, though he was grinning as he spoke.

"In other words I want to make sure youíre too exhausted to move when weíre done." Ronon caught a rigid nipple between his teeth, tugging gently while his tongue flicked over the tip.

"I dinna think that will be a problem."

"Good." Ronon used what seemed to be his favorite word that day, and he continued rocking against Carsonís ass while stroking a palm over his chest and belly.

"Well, it will be once we get a bit more active."

Chuckling, Ronon poured out more of the oil into his hand and stroked it onto his cock, knowing, despite his teasing comment moments before, that neither of them wanted long foreplay this first time.

"Bloody gorgeous." Carson reached out and trailed his fingers over the slick flesh, stroking down to Rononís balls and cupping them.

Ronon gasped and arched his back, pushing into Carsonís palm while he pushed one of his own fingers into Carsonís ass, making the other man gasp and writhe beneath him. "Just like that," Ronon praised, sliding his finger in and out several times before adding a second.

"Just like that will be when ye get in me," Carson rasped, tightening down on Rononís fingers.

"Very greedy. Very good." Ronon moved into position, slowly pressing forward.

"Weíll see just how ye feel when our positionsóoh sweet Maryóare reversed," Carson gasped, pulling his knees back to his chest to open himself more.

"Iím sure Iíll feel very pleased." Ronon sank in even deeper, groaning harshly while Carson bucked upward beneath him, sucking in a breath as Rononís stomach brushed against his erection. Ronon braced his hands on either side of Carsonís head, slowly fucking him with long, deep strokes.

Carson moaned and tightened his legs around Rononís hips and his arms around Rononís broad back as they began to move together. Ronon gasped and increased the pace, lowering his head to kiss Carson again as they learned each otherís rhythms.

"Feel so good," Carson gasped, working hand between them to stroke himself, his eyes locked on Rononís features.

Ronon nodded jerkily, lifting up slightly to watch Carson jerk himself off, and Carson smiled slightly as he saw Rononís expression turn hungrier. Their movements grew more frantic.

"I knew youíd be like this," Ronon rasped, "hot, perfect. Want to feel you come now."

"You knew?" Carson asked before one of Rononís thrusts hit his prostate, and he shouted as he came, spurting come over both their bellies. The spasms made Ronon cry out and drive into Carson, again and again, until he came as well and slumped down, shifting slightly to the side at the last moment so as not to crush Carson.

"Get back here," Carson sighed, pulling Ronon back onto him and stroking his back.

"I thought you might like to breathe. Iím a bit bigger than you are," Ronon mumbled against Carsonís throat.

"Ye arenít dead weight, lad," Carson chuckled, turning his head enough to nibble at Rononís ear.

"If you say so."

"I do, and ye should know ye shouldnít argue with yer doctoróor yer lover."

Ronon snorted. "I expect weíll argue often."

"Just not during or after sex, I hope."

"No, we seem to communicate very well then."

Carson nodded and chuckled at that. "So ye expect that weíll argue often then?"

"Youíre very stubborn and not very good at protecting yourself."

"While yer very stubborn and all too willing to throw yerself into harmís way."

"See, guaranteed arguments." Ronon grinned at him.

Carson snorted out a laugh as well. "And guaranteed reconciliations?"

"Thatís the fun part of arguing."

"As long as ye donít storm out and stop talking."

"Thatís not really my way. Iíd rather have the fun of the fight and then the fun of the making up."

"Iíd rather not have the fight, but I somehow doubt that will be possible."

Ronon chuckled, finally rolling to his back and pulling Carson over him after he felt himself slip out of Carson.

"Of course, our first argument might be over yer desire ta get off of me!"

"Maybe I want to feel you on top of me."

Carsonís eyebrows rose before he smiled and settled against Rononís bulk. "Well then, thatís all right, I suppose."

"Iím glad you approve." Ronon curled one arm around Carson, lazily stroking his back as they lay there, enjoying the peaceful moment.

"Oh aye, most definitely," Carson sighed, settling closer before yawning and nuzzling Rononís jawline.

"Sheppard and I can remind each other when itís time to pry our scientists out of their labs for the night."

"And Rodney and I can put ice on yer bruises when Teyla beats ye with her sticks."

Ronon snorted. "I can think of better things Iíd like you to do."

"Involving ice?" Carson chuckled.


Carsonís laughter grew louder, and he pushed up to his elbows to grin down at Ronon. "No ice then."

"Fingers are good though."

"As ye should know since yeíve had them on you enough."

"In better ways now though."

"Though not in the infirmary." Carson smiled as he settled down against Ronon again, sighing in contentment.

"Oh no?" Ronon only chuckled softly.

"Perhaps if itís a quiet night."

Ronon grinned. "Iím sure weíll work it out."

"Aye," Carson yawned, settling closer and stroking Rononís chest as he relaxed and closed his eyes.



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