4 Ronon/Rodney Drabbles
Here are some drabbles I wrote and never posted.
>_< BAD MOONASSASSIN BAD!
Pairing: Ronon/Rodney
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Not mine don't own them if I did Rodney would have Ronon on a collar leading him around.
Hair
While many called Rodney a coward, often behind his back so they wouldn’t have to face his wrath. Rodney believed that he had to be the bravest person in the known universe. The reason Ronon Dex’s hair! Well obviously no one else had ever slept next to the caveman whose hair tried to strangle you in the middle of the night. And no one had better besides him or waking up to cold showers would be the least of their worries. Oh, Ronon swore that it was Rodney paranoia but he knew that Ronon’s hair was just biding it’s time, waiting for the right moment to strike. No matter how many times Ronon simply snorted and ignored his complaining, he knew and he was waiting for the day it finally decided to strike. Rodney had already started preparing for that day, he kept a pair of scissors, a flashlight, his berretta, and a lighter stashed in the dresser beside the bed at all times.
Woman
Fear was a word that was not in Ronon Dex’s vocabulary; at least he never believed it to be. He had been a runner for seven years after all. However, he currently had a good reason to have the word fear in his vocabulary -- Rodney Mckay…as a woman…PMSing. Ronon swore if Beckett or Radek didn’t find a way to turn Rodney back to a man soon he would be forced to hurt someone. And Ronon wasn’t talking about his usual human punching bag practice he did with the marines. Since Rodney had been turned into a women Ronon had lost 3 MRE’s, 2 pudding cups (Chocolate), and half of whatever the mess hall was calling lunch that had been on his plate. While it wasn’t unusual for Rodney to do this, Rodney had nearly taken his hand off when he tried to take some of his food back. He had never known that Rodney knew how to wield a knife like that. He was rather impressed and terrified.
Meal Ticket
When Rodney had tried to sneak into the mess hall after hours only to be kicked back out by the cooking staff he didn’t expect to be looking directly at Ronon. Deciding that the best course of action would be to give Ronon his death glare, Rodney did so. Not even the least bit phased Ronon cocked his head a bit and then jerked in towards the cafeteria in a come on motion. Rodney shrugged and followed Ronon in expecting a show as the cooks would undoubtedly try to kick Ronon out. Much to Rodney’s shock the cooks just smiled at Ronon before turning and glaring at him. Ronon grabbed two plates and started piling food on them. Then he handed one of them to Rodney as he led him to a table. At this point Rodney pretty much decided that from now on Ronon was going to be his meal ticket for after hour snacking.
Mating Rituals
Rodney had just got done with what had to be the most embarrassing anal exam ever. He never wanted Carson to even think of him like that let alone see it. And of course, it was all because of some stupid backwater planet’s so called “mating rituals”. The only thing Rodney wanted to do right was go to his room and suffer his humiliation alone. However, like most things in Rodney’s life, it didn’t go the way he wanted. He hadn’t even been in his room ten minutes when a knock came on the door and continued even when Rodney screamed death threats through the door. Huffing at the indignity of it all, Rodney opened the door to see who the hell was bothering him. Ronon was there looking at him and asking to come in. Rodney through gritted teeth said “No”. While Rodney was trying to mentally slam the door, which didn’t go so well, Ronon pushed his way in. Rodney turned and glared at him. “Haven’t you done enough already?” Rodney ground out, praying that he could guilt Ronon into going away. “We need to talk” Ronon stated in his usual brass way. “There’s nothing to talk about” Rodney claimed irately and tried to talk away. Ronon grabbed Rodney’s waist and pulled him to his broad chest. “What do you think you are doing?!?! Trying for a second chance? Well, bub, it’s not going to happen so you can just-” Rodney was cut off from his complaints as Ronon mashed his lips to Rodney’s. “If I hadn’t wanted you, I would have killed myself before we ever got the chance to commit the ritual.” Ronon rumbled. “So you just think you can come in here and I’ll bend over backwards for you?” Rodney started in on another rant. Ronon rolled his eyes. “If you don’t wish to do this say so now and I will leave.” Ronon looked Rodney directly in the eyes as he said this. Rodney stayed quiet. “Well?” Ronon asked. “I’m so going to regret this later.” Rodney grumbled. Ronon just grinned.
>_< BAD MOONASSASSIN BAD!
Pairing: Ronon/Rodney
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Not mine don't own them if I did Rodney would have Ronon on a collar leading him around.
Hair
While many called Rodney a coward, often behind his back so they wouldn’t have to face his wrath. Rodney believed that he had to be the bravest person in the known universe. The reason Ronon Dex’s hair! Well obviously no one else had ever slept next to the caveman whose hair tried to strangle you in the middle of the night. And no one had better besides him or waking up to cold showers would be the least of their worries. Oh, Ronon swore that it was Rodney paranoia but he knew that Ronon’s hair was just biding it’s time, waiting for the right moment to strike. No matter how many times Ronon simply snorted and ignored his complaining, he knew and he was waiting for the day it finally decided to strike. Rodney had already started preparing for that day, he kept a pair of scissors, a flashlight, his berretta, and a lighter stashed in the dresser beside the bed at all times.
Woman
Fear was a word that was not in Ronon Dex’s vocabulary; at least he never believed it to be. He had been a runner for seven years after all. However, he currently had a good reason to have the word fear in his vocabulary -- Rodney Mckay…as a woman…PMSing. Ronon swore if Beckett or Radek didn’t find a way to turn Rodney back to a man soon he would be forced to hurt someone. And Ronon wasn’t talking about his usual human punching bag practice he did with the marines. Since Rodney had been turned into a women Ronon had lost 3 MRE’s, 2 pudding cups (Chocolate), and half of whatever the mess hall was calling lunch that had been on his plate. While it wasn’t unusual for Rodney to do this, Rodney had nearly taken his hand off when he tried to take some of his food back. He had never known that Rodney knew how to wield a knife like that. He was rather impressed and terrified.
Meal Ticket
When Rodney had tried to sneak into the mess hall after hours only to be kicked back out by the cooking staff he didn’t expect to be looking directly at Ronon. Deciding that the best course of action would be to give Ronon his death glare, Rodney did so. Not even the least bit phased Ronon cocked his head a bit and then jerked in towards the cafeteria in a come on motion. Rodney shrugged and followed Ronon in expecting a show as the cooks would undoubtedly try to kick Ronon out. Much to Rodney’s shock the cooks just smiled at Ronon before turning and glaring at him. Ronon grabbed two plates and started piling food on them. Then he handed one of them to Rodney as he led him to a table. At this point Rodney pretty much decided that from now on Ronon was going to be his meal ticket for after hour snacking.
Mating Rituals
Rodney had just got done with what had to be the most embarrassing anal exam ever. He never wanted Carson to even think of him like that let alone see it. And of course, it was all because of some stupid backwater planet’s so called “mating rituals”. The only thing Rodney wanted to do right was go to his room and suffer his humiliation alone. However, like most things in Rodney’s life, it didn’t go the way he wanted. He hadn’t even been in his room ten minutes when a knock came on the door and continued even when Rodney screamed death threats through the door. Huffing at the indignity of it all, Rodney opened the door to see who the hell was bothering him. Ronon was there looking at him and asking to come in. Rodney through gritted teeth said “No”. While Rodney was trying to mentally slam the door, which didn’t go so well, Ronon pushed his way in. Rodney turned and glared at him. “Haven’t you done enough already?” Rodney ground out, praying that he could guilt Ronon into going away. “We need to talk” Ronon stated in his usual brass way. “There’s nothing to talk about” Rodney claimed irately and tried to talk away. Ronon grabbed Rodney’s waist and pulled him to his broad chest. “What do you think you are doing?!?! Trying for a second chance? Well, bub, it’s not going to happen so you can just-” Rodney was cut off from his complaints as Ronon mashed his lips to Rodney’s. “If I hadn’t wanted you, I would have killed myself before we ever got the chance to commit the ritual.” Ronon rumbled. “So you just think you can come in here and I’ll bend over backwards for you?” Rodney started in on another rant. Ronon rolled his eyes. “If you don’t wish to do this say so now and I will leave.” Ronon looked Rodney directly in the eyes as he said this. Rodney stayed quiet. “Well?” Ronon asked. “I’m so going to regret this later.” Rodney grumbled. Ronon just grinned.