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Ronon Dex ([personal profile] feltgoodthough) wrote2009-12-25 02:14 am
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Christmas - for Jennifer

Ronon had never cared for Christmas on Atlantis. He didn't mind it - but it had always seemed pointless to have a winter feast that celebrated winter on a planet a galaxy away. Some of the food had been interesting though.

On the island there was winter for the winter feast. It was the one time of year the weather changed. It reminded Ronon strongly of his arrival and the thought that he had been here a year now was not a comforting one. But if there was one thing he did appreciate it was the change in his and Jennifer's relationship.

On Christmas morning he slipped into her transformed home - earning himself a yowl from Socks and a muffled whine from the dog she'd inherited from Carson. He put the wrapped painting at the foot of her bed and leaned down to kiss her awake while Socks persisted into trying to climb him.

[identity profile] feltgoodthough.livejournal.com 2009-12-29 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronon met her gaze for a moment, taking in her eager smile. That he liked - "Yeah," he said. "Wouldn't have said it otherwise." He held her even closer still watching her. "Love you." He wanted things to be permanent between them - or as permanent as they could be and he had learnt the hard way that close enough wasn't good enough.

[identity profile] dojustfine.livejournal.com 2009-12-29 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Love you too," she replied. "Wow." Jennifer looked at him for a minute.

"We're going to get married."

Just saying that made her smile grow even wider. "You know, if we're going to get married, you're going to have to stop stealing the whole bed."

[identity profile] feltgoodthough.livejournal.com 2009-12-30 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ronon pulled her down so she was properly on top of him and then rolled so she was underneath him. "No if's," he insisted. And she certainly had more of the bed than he did now which he didn't care about as he was much more interested in her. He bent his head to kiss her, sliding on hand down her side until he could slide it under her t-shirt, her skin warm and soft to his touch.