Stargate Atlantis Primal Attractions

Stargate Atlantis: Primal Attractions

By Imorol

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story...

It was late afternoon in the Lantean city of Atlantis. The sun was drawing closer to the horizon, a stunning sunset filling the peaceful skies. In something of a routine, outpost personnel were out on the balconies and viewing platforms, enjoying the sight. Those who had cameras were capturing images, although they knew they would be classified and couldn't be shared with anyone lacking the appropriate security clearance. Since taking command of the expedition, Colonel Samantha Carter had marvelled at the setting skies a few times, breath taken away by the natural beauty. However, today she was forced to forgo the opportunity.

Exiting the transporter, she turned and headed down a hallway, her destination a newly opened Ancient laboratory. As the military commander of Atlantis, it was her responsibility to oversee all aspects of operations as well as the safety of those serving under her. Alongside these tremendous responsibilities came a tiring amount of bureaucracy. With each promotion she'd accepted, the paperwork only ever seemed to increase. It was bureaucracy that had caused the necessity of her current journey.

Dressed in the Atlantis expeditionary uniform, a charcoal grey outfit complete with red patches denoting her department, she walked casually down the corridor, her flaxen ponytail swinging side-to-side. At the sound of approaching feet, it whipped around as the Colonel turned to see who was coming up behind.

Ronon Dex

.

Readily identified by his untamed dreadlocks, rangy gate and impressive build, he was a valued member of AR-1, the expedition's Alpha Team led by John Shepard. While not a member of any Earth-based military, Ronon had long ago earned his position and the trust of those stationed on Atlantis. But having only recently taken up her role supervising the city and its crew, Colonel Carter remained unsure of the alien soldier.

It wasn't that Sam doubted the man's skills or his bravery. Far from it. They'd been demonstrated time and again under fire and Ronon had proven himself a valuable member of the team. No, it was his attitude towards her. Dr Elizabeth Weir had been the one to accept the Satedan soldier, the one to make the arguments to the SGC and IOA that Ronon be accepted to join the expedition. And she'd succeeded. However, Weir had been lost in the struggle to defeat the Asuran menace. While the military and even civilian contingents inhabiting the city had taken the change at the top in stride, Dex looked at Carter as if she were an interloper, that she didn't belong.

I guess it's going to take some time

, Carter thought as the man quickly caught up to her with long strides. For her part, she was unsure of Ronon's commitment to Atlantis long term. There was also the matter of his status as a non-Earth military individual serving with a front-line unit.

Still, Teal'c was an amazing team mate when he joined SG-1. Yes, it's just going to take some time for us to get used to one another.

'Ronon,' she greeted him as they began to walk the hallway together.

'Colonel Carter,' he grunted, mouth barely moving.

Glancing sideways, she took in his form. Tall and broad, his was an imposing presence, both physically and on a more base level. An aura of danger and intimidation surrounded the man, a by-product of his Satedan military training and an attitude he'd been forced to adopt as a Runner, constantly on the look-out for Wraith hunting him for sport. Beyond that, he was good looking, confident and charismatic. More than a few women amongst base personnel were rather smitten by him, but by all accounts he allowed none close.

'Are you headed to the new lab?' Carter asked. It was an obvious guess; there was nothing else of interest down here.

'Sure.'

Typical monosyllabic reply

, she thought. 'Any particular reason?'

'To annoy McKay.'

And that was another reason why the Colonel had trouble regarding the former Runner; his disregard for protocol. Not for the first time, she wondered what the armed forces of Sateda had been like. Did all their soldiers, their commanders, have a similar attitude? Was that why they failed in defending their people from the Wraith? As an individual, Ronon was beyond impressive, but he was more a warrior than a soldier. Another reason for Carter's unease.

'You going to see McKay as well?' Dex asked with a glance. As the new commander of Atlantis, he wasn't sure about her. He was used to Dr Weir who'd fought his corner, accepted and trusted him and in turn had earned his respect and loyalty. This new one? He didn't know her. She'd only been on-station for a few weeks and Ronon hadn't seen much of her.

'I am,' Carter answered. 'I'm 'gating back to Earth tomorrow. I've got a meeting with the IOA. They're reluctant to send someone here due to the various threats Pegasus has to offer. The science teams are required to submit regular reports, but Rodney can be a little...distracted at times. Can't say that I blame him; there's so much to learn here and in the Pegasus galaxy as a whole. Paperwork can just get in the way sometimes. There are more important things.'

At least she isn't a complete paper-pusher. And she's quite attractive

, he conceded. Although he'd not developed any romantic or sexual relationships on Atlantis it didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a good looking woman.

Very attractive

, he re-evaluated, subtly looking the Colonel over.

Entering the laboratory they spotted Rodney McKay. Hexagonal in shape, there was a computer station in front of each wall with the exception of the entrance. Displays were mounted above the stations, a variety of technological data displayed or scrolling on their surfaces. In the middle of the open space was a research table where McKay perched on a stool, tapping away at a laptop. In front of him was a device clearly of Ancient origin.

Although she'd not had direct experience of it, the object sitting on the examination table bared a passing resemblance to an Ancient Long Range Communications Device. It had been that device which had unwittingly led to conflict with the Ori. Smaller than the device SG-1 had discovered, this one's hemisphere-shaped base was less than a foot in diameter. Atop the dome were a caged orb of metal filaments and a crystal spire sprouting from the centre. Unlike the ALRCD, this device featured slots for only two communications stones, both of which sat beside it.

'Sam!' McKay cried looking up to see he had visitors. He ignored Ronon. Infrequent as they were, the Satedan's occasional visits only served as an annoying distraction from the proper work of Atlantis.

'Rodney,' the Colonel replied. 'Is that what I think it is?' she asked nodding towards the domed device.

'Well, if you think it's an ALRCD you'd be half right,' he said pronouncing it "Alcard". A smug look sat on his face. 'As you know the Alcards we've had experience with create a psychological and physiological link between the users. In essence it allows users to swap minds when two Alcards are in operation.' McKay walked behind the device so it sat between him and his audience. 'But, as you can see, there are only two slots, two stones,' he said, pointing to the obvious spaces, both currently empty. 'The original devices had spaces for eighteen communications stones.'

'So it's not as useful,' Ronon said looking unimpressed.

'No, actually,' McKay retorted. 'This is a communications device with a very specific function.'

'How specific,' Sam asked stepping in to avoid the pair bickering, but also curious as to what the expedition's chief scientist had discovered.

'It's a two-way comms unit. However, it only works for the two individuals who activate the stones. It creates a psychological link between them, allowing them to share thoughts and feelings, but without the physiological swap.'

'So it's a walkie-talkie,' Ronon said nonplussed.

'Well, yes. Sort of,' McKay said, the wind taken from his sails. He hated the way the brute could boil the most complicated of matters down to their lowest form and make him look a blowhard. 'But it's a little more than that.'

'Go ahead, Rodney. What else can it do?' Sam asked struggling to withhold a laugh at the exchange.

'Yes, as I was saying before being so rudely interrupted,' he said pointedly turning his attention to the other scientist and ignoring the soldier. 'The device links two specific minds together allowing them to communicate to one another. Given the nature of the link, it can only be shared between those two people. It can't be intercepted by any other such device or decoded by any other means.'

'So it's a totally secure way to communicate. Presumably across similar distances to the ALRCD?' Sam asked immediately seeing the applications for an essentially encrypted comms unit.

'Precisely,' McKay beamed. 'It could have been used by the Ancients to connect a spy with their controller; to pass intelligence data securely, or to retain contact with hidden outposts.'

'There's no record of them doing anything like that,' Sam said distractedly looking at the device sitting on the table.

You've been watching too many James Bond movies, Rodney

.

'Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence,' Rodney said as if disappointed in a promising student. 'Anyway, this thing works. We just need to test it.'

'Whoa, hang on there, McKay. The last time anyone tried to use one of these things it had to be destroyed to sever the connection,' Sam warned.

'Yes, but that was before Carson's ATA gene therapy,' McKay countered, referring to the treatment developed by Atlantis's former chief medical officer. For those whom the therapy worked it granted the ability to interact with Ancient technology. 'Those with the gene, such as yours truly, can switch the device on or off.'

'And so now you want to test it,' Sam stated. 'You're positive you can deactivate it?'

'Absolutely.'

'Would you mind, Ronon?' the Colonel asked, turning to the other man. 'We need a third person for this to work.'

'Sure,' Ronon answered with a shrug. 'What do I do?'

'Each of you pick up a stone and insert it into one of the slots on the device,' McKay said. 'But wait until I tell you,' he added moving back to his laptop. After a few taps of the keys he said, 'Ok, go ahead.'

Samantha picked up the first of the communications stones. Palm-sized, it was a triangular device with rounded edges and intricate designs on the top surface. Unlike the stones reported by Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson, these were grey rather than black. With the slightest of hesitations she pressed it into an open slot. There was no change in the larger instrument. Carter turned to Dex who was watching with a sceptical look on his rugged face.

'Go ahead, Ronon. It needs both stones and two people to work. It won't hurt, I promise,' she said. Ronon gave a shrug, picked up the remaining stone and slotted it into the domed base. For a second nothing happened but then atop the unique ALRCD, the crystal released a flash of light and began to glow a bright pink.

'Huh, that's unusual,' McKay said peering at the gem. 'On the other devices the crystal was blue. And Dr Jackson and that woman friend of his fell unconscious.' Ronon threw him a withering glare at that. 'Never mind,' Rodney continued, turning back to his laptop. After a moment's concentration he looked back up. 'Either of you feel any different?'

'Like what?' asked Ronon.

'Like can you hear Colonel Carter's voice or thoughts in your head?'

'No.'

'Neither can I,' Sam added when McKay looked at her.

'Nothing? Nothing at all?' McKay asked, a look of disappointment clouding his features.

'Sorry, no,' Sam replied with a shake of her head. 'Maybe it will only work with those who have the ATA gene?' she postulated, although it seemed unlikely. As the expedition had explored Atlantis they'd quickly learned that once someone with the gene activated a device, those without it would be able to operate it.

'No,' McKay said with a distracted air, staring at the readouts on his laptop. 'We know that the stones will work for anyone when connected to an Alcard regardless of ATA status. No, I'm not seeing any activity from the device either. It's barely registering any power usage at all.'

'Well I'm sure you'll be able to work it out...eventually,' Sam said, teasing the other scientist and taking a little delight in the hurt look he threw her. Sometimes it was fun to prick his ego a little bit.

I can see why Ronon enjoys needling him

. 'Anyway, Rodney, I need your latest batch of reports. I'll be taking them with me to Earth tomorrow.'

'Hmm? Oh, right. Yes, ok,' he said. 'Done. I've emailed them to you,' he added after a few taps on his keyboard.

'Thanks, Rodney. I'll see you two later,' Carter said.

'I'll walk back with you,' Ronon said. With McKay lost in his work with his latest experiment turning out to be a bust, there was little fun to be had here today.

As the pair retraced their steps along the corridor they shared an unusually comfortable silence.

Maybe it's sharing a little fun at Rodney's expense

, Sam thought. Sparing a glance to her companion, she couldn't help but notice why he appeared so popular amongst the outpost's female population.

Stop it, Sam

. Although it had been a while since she'd last been intimate with someone, she'd had to accept the necessity of forgoing such practices here.

You're in charge of Atlantis. Keep your mind on your work and responsibilities

, she chided herself.

***

Sunlight filtered through coloured glass panes, bathing Colonel Carter's private quarters in warming shades. Lying in her bed, the leader of the Atlantis expedition woke before her alarm call sounded. Reclining under the covers, she felt wonderfully relaxed, body free of tension. It was unusual: since she'd taken command of the outpost it had felt like every morning had greeted her with yet another crisis. It was then that Sam realised just why she was in such a good mood.

Flashes of images passed behind closed eyes, erotic images of bodies writhing and rolling together. Bumping and grinding as moans and pants filled the air. A smile spread across the woman's full lips, savouring the memories of the fading dream. Beneath the sheets her hand slid into her shorts. Fingers brushing through trimmed blonde fur, she released a low moan as they grazed her clitoris, circling around it teasingly. Passing further down, they encountered warm flesh, the groove of her pussy wet and sticky. Easing between her labia, Sam's finger explored further, tracing the entrance to her vagina.

Mm, its been a while since I had a wet dream

, she thought and let out a little giggle.

Licking her lips, eyes remaining closed, the woman wore a blissful expression on her beautiful face as beneath the sheets she began to masturbate. Legs shifting apart, Sam's fingers stroked along her slit, collecting a varnish of sexual arousal. Tracing a path upwards, she lightly rubbed her clit, drawing pleasure from the contact. Another moan escaped as the finger gently stroked the sensitive bud, gliding over it tenderly.

One hand occupied, the other moved upwards, cupping a breast through the cute little tank top number she'd worn to bed. Cradling the pert shapely form, long fingers sought out the stiff nipple poking through the cloth. Another hot moan came as Sam gently rolled the teat. Lower down, she continued to happily manipulate her pussy. Cognisant of the health benefits of masturbation, it wasn't something she could indulge in as often as she'd like to. But once in a while she found a little time to herself...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

'Damn it,' she cried out, slapping the alarm clock into silence. Having woken up horny, she'd already begun to feel a pleasurable climax stirring when the alarm's interruption came. Glancing across to note the time, she had to fight the temptation to continue. However, today was going to be busy what with her scheduled journey to Earth and her meeting with the International Oversight Advisory.

'Duty calls,' the Colonel said to herself.

Peeling back the covers she climbed out of bed. Hands crossing, they tugged on the bottom of the tank top, pulling the tight garment up and off, uncovering her beautiful boobs. They were perfectly sized to her feminine figure, big without being large. Prior lovers had called her 36C charms a perfect handful. Rounded nipples capped them, a shade darker than her fair skin tone and surrounded by small areola.

Ideal for sucking

, more than one former partner had remarked.

Dropping the top onto the bed, her fingers slid under the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down. Stepping from them, Sam stood naked in her quarters. Tall with a trim leggy figure, she was a sexy looking woman, healthy and vital. A natural blonde, her hair hung loose about her shoulders, while between her legs was a groomed bush, lightly furring her snatch. Padding naked across the room, she entered her bathroom.

Stepping under the shower caused an automatic waterfall of warm water. Thankfully Atlantis had a plentiful supply of fresh water. It wasn't fully understood how the Ancients had maintained their personal hygiene, but it had been easy enough to retrofit human-style showers into the living areas of the city. Not only were station personnel able to indulge in long showers, the gadgets were also rather powerful. It was an open secret among the outpost women that the showerheads had a non-military application.

Body scrubbed and washed, hair shining wetly, she stood under the strong flow. Savouring the warm cascade on her skin, it rained down on her hourglass figure, running from her upturned face, down her neck to run between her breasts, drips falling from erect nipples. It sluiced over a toned stomach, damping down the straw-coloured bush before running down shapely thighs. Behind, the water followed the course of her spine to wash over a round firm bum.

I've got time enough

, she convinced herself. Still feeling aroused from her dream and interrupted play session, Carter eased the showerhead from its bracket. Non-standard amongst the fixtures brought to the city, Dr Elizabeth Weir must have installed the appliance herself when she was assigned these same quarters. Turning the knob on the reverse of the showerhead, the full measure of water was re-directed to a circular set of nozzles in the centre, the spray intensifying immensely.

Feet spreading wide on the tiled flooring, Samantha brought the showerhead down. Directing the powerful spray of water against her pussy she gasped as the wash hit her privates. Holding the chromed tool several inches from her body, she let the sensations build. Wishing to tease herself, she moved it about, letting the water massage her vulva and inner thighs before returning it to the main target.

Becoming overly sensitive, but not wanting to stop or bring herself off just yet, she raised the showerhead, directing the spray against her tits. Moaning loud in the enclosed space, she pressed the head closer to her nipples, felt the pulsing pressure against the teats, tingles spreading from them deeper into the firm flesh.

'Oh, yes,' she sighed.

Returning the wonderful tool to her crotch, it circled her clitoris, teasing her. A pulsing had begun between her legs, Sam's sexual arousal heightening under the constant bombardment. Disguised by the running water, there was more than just H

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O slicking her inner thighs.

Propping a foot on a low tiled shelf, Carter opened her legs wider, crotch fully exposed. Redirecting the powerful jet, she played it over her cunny. It was so strong she could feel her snatch lips being buffeted. For several moments Sam stood in the shower, legs spread wide as she moved the showerhead about, letting the jetting water take her closer and closer to orgasm.