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fucking lj
Some are kinda porny, some are not....
Fifth/Eighth, death of planes and stuff... (dear, I can't attack the White House, I LIKE Henry Hays. Can we have him for president, please?)
Liz Weir/Teal'c
Sam Carter/Wolverine
Teyla/Teal'c
Ford/Cassie (with Sam/Jack, because I can)
Daniel/Leia
And, I didn't do it justice, but Rabbit gave me: apollo from battlestar gallactica and chiana, the temptress. while playing a game of co-ed nekkid twister. on the millenium falcon. while fleeing the borg.
"Read my lips. No new taxes."
She says it as a whisper against his ear, voice punctuated by a giggle, and he's not sure he LIKES hearing her giggle. She's just... not the giggly type (her template wasn't, either, and that makes him sad).
"You do not rule by divine right," she had said as she devoured the man. "We rule, you are merely our playthings."
"O! The wonders in this universe." A whisper again, because she doesn't like to talk out loud right now.
"Did you like the plane," he asks, sliding into her as she arches back against the wall. Fingers and toes. He thinks they're beautiful like the rest of her.
"Plane." A dreamy look drifts across her eyes. "I used to be a pilot, I could fly from sky to sky..."
There has always been something inherently erotic in her movements, but now she knows him better.
Fifth whimpers as she drives her fingers into his skull.
"I always like the explosions best. Don't you?"
No feigned arches, this time, just pleasure exploding outwards, all-encompassing. Fire and ice and life and death.
It's why he made her.
=-=-=-
Lizzie likes to think of herself as a liberated, 90s kind of woman. She knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to get it. But there is something about the way Teal'c fucks her that makes her want to toss all that in and be a housewife. Or maybe she just wants him to never stop.
Teal'c is very good at what he does, his hands, lips, tongue and fingers know exactly how to drive her insane before his cock pushes her over the edge.
Not, of course, that she minds. Although nearly getting caught by Siler that one time he was fucking her from behind while she bent over her desk was a little... embarrassing. Not to mention, it could have been potentially job-destroying.
Maybe.
After all, it's probably not a good idea for your civilian contractor in charge of the base to be compromised by one of the men under her command (she likes it when he's under her).
But until she figures out what she's really doing? Liz is content.
-0-0-0
She is taller than he is, and the height difference actually works for her. He likes to nibble at the undersides of her breasts while he thrusts in and out. She's okay with that, because she likes the way it feels.
There are no names, for the moment, simply sex and the feel of skin on skin.
Normally, Sam Carter doesn't go for the short, earthy types. Her brain is more often in control, and mental acuity ascends into the stratosphere. But there was something about him...
He smells of leather and cheap cigars and sweat and motorcycle oil and all those things bad boys are supposed to.
Her mother would be rolling over in her grave. Probably.
But Sam Carter is being fucked hard, and so she doesn't care that the man inside of her isn't her type.
Or maybe he is.
=-=-=-=-
He didn't understand, after Krista. There wasn't guilt, there had simply been a simple exchange of pleasure. They'd both enjoyed themselves, and he'd moved on, seeing Ishta.
But now there was a connection between himself and the leader of the female jaffa rebels. More than before.
He had felt loss when she would have died.
And she had given herself up to keep him safe.
They argued, they fought, but she was now where he had been nearly six years before. He understood her in a way.
Which made what he was currently doing with the Athosian, Teyla, strangely distasteful.
Exclusive, the Tau'ri called it. A relationship.
But there had never been agreement, no formal vows.
And yet, as Teyla rides him or drives him or lets him slide his lips and tongue across her, he feels... remorse.
=-=-=-
The General had spent two hours grilling him. And he'd thought Elizabeth Weir was a tough bitch to crack.
Aiden Ford had never had a blonde woman look so innocent until she pulled every detail (that he could remember) of his sexual, physical, and emotional history from him.
Then she seemed to half-smile, and passed him on to her husband.
Captain Ford had never thought he'd find someone threatening him with a shotgun, and he wasn't, here. There was just... a disconcerting and uneasy sense that if he put one foot wrong, the other General O'Neill would rip his balls off. And then get him killed. Accidentally, of course.
It came as a relief when his date finally came down the stairs to rescue him.
A relief, and a wonder, because, as he'd noticed that first day he'd seen her talking animatedly with Siler, she was beautiful.
Cassandra Fraiser eyed her two guardians, then turned to her date, "Ready to go?"
"Have her back by 8." The man barked.
"Jack!" Cassandra glared. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Use condoms," the woman suggested.
"SAM!" Cassie blushed.
The two older adults smirked, "Have fun, dear."
"Right." She turned to Aiden. "Ready to go?"
He swallowed, "After you, ma'am."
=-=-=-
He reminds her of someone she used to know. She tells him that only when it's late at night, and the lights are low.
Daniel understands. Leia doesn't like talking about her past, at all.
In the early morning of the hours, he sometimes forgets when he tangles his fingers in her dark hair, and calls her Sha're.
She never seems to mind.
Once, back when this began, when he found himself stranded with a woman he didn't know, he tried to establish rules.
She was cold and imperious and so very in control.
Until the night would come, until the day broke and she couldn't leave. (and neither can he, but he thinks they could have, once)
There are no rules to what they do to each other. No sanction given, and none asked for.
Sanction, mercy, would just make it hurt worse.
=-=-=-=-
"I'm not sure I understand..."
"Oh, I'll show you." Her smirk twisting, Chiana moved and caught the man's hand. "Right hand, red." Carefully letting him brush against the skin above her breasts, she set the hand on the appropriate color blotch.
A swallow at his throat, and a glance down proved him affected by her closeness.
There was something strangely sweet about him, but that could have just been the engine grease from the bucket of bolts they were riding in.
"Erm, Chiana--"
"Frell the game." Her hand reached out and grabbed him. "Frell me."
"Uh..."
=-=-=-=-
Fifth/Eighth, death of planes and stuff... (dear, I can't attack the White House, I LIKE Henry Hays. Can we have him for president, please?)
Liz Weir/Teal'c
Sam Carter/Wolverine
Teyla/Teal'c
Ford/Cassie (with Sam/Jack, because I can)
Daniel/Leia
And, I didn't do it justice, but Rabbit gave me: apollo from battlestar gallactica and chiana, the temptress. while playing a game of co-ed nekkid twister. on the millenium falcon. while fleeing the borg.
"Read my lips. No new taxes."
She says it as a whisper against his ear, voice punctuated by a giggle, and he's not sure he LIKES hearing her giggle. She's just... not the giggly type (her template wasn't, either, and that makes him sad).
"You do not rule by divine right," she had said as she devoured the man. "We rule, you are merely our playthings."
"O! The wonders in this universe." A whisper again, because she doesn't like to talk out loud right now.
"Did you like the plane," he asks, sliding into her as she arches back against the wall. Fingers and toes. He thinks they're beautiful like the rest of her.
"Plane." A dreamy look drifts across her eyes. "I used to be a pilot, I could fly from sky to sky..."
There has always been something inherently erotic in her movements, but now she knows him better.
Fifth whimpers as she drives her fingers into his skull.
"I always like the explosions best. Don't you?"
No feigned arches, this time, just pleasure exploding outwards, all-encompassing. Fire and ice and life and death.
It's why he made her.
=-=-=-
Lizzie likes to think of herself as a liberated, 90s kind of woman. She knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to get it. But there is something about the way Teal'c fucks her that makes her want to toss all that in and be a housewife. Or maybe she just wants him to never stop.
Teal'c is very good at what he does, his hands, lips, tongue and fingers know exactly how to drive her insane before his cock pushes her over the edge.
Not, of course, that she minds. Although nearly getting caught by Siler that one time he was fucking her from behind while she bent over her desk was a little... embarrassing. Not to mention, it could have been potentially job-destroying.
Maybe.
After all, it's probably not a good idea for your civilian contractor in charge of the base to be compromised by one of the men under her command (she likes it when he's under her).
But until she figures out what she's really doing? Liz is content.
-0-0-0
She is taller than he is, and the height difference actually works for her. He likes to nibble at the undersides of her breasts while he thrusts in and out. She's okay with that, because she likes the way it feels.
There are no names, for the moment, simply sex and the feel of skin on skin.
Normally, Sam Carter doesn't go for the short, earthy types. Her brain is more often in control, and mental acuity ascends into the stratosphere. But there was something about him...
He smells of leather and cheap cigars and sweat and motorcycle oil and all those things bad boys are supposed to.
Her mother would be rolling over in her grave. Probably.
But Sam Carter is being fucked hard, and so she doesn't care that the man inside of her isn't her type.
Or maybe he is.
=-=-=-=-
He didn't understand, after Krista. There wasn't guilt, there had simply been a simple exchange of pleasure. They'd both enjoyed themselves, and he'd moved on, seeing Ishta.
But now there was a connection between himself and the leader of the female jaffa rebels. More than before.
He had felt loss when she would have died.
And she had given herself up to keep him safe.
They argued, they fought, but she was now where he had been nearly six years before. He understood her in a way.
Which made what he was currently doing with the Athosian, Teyla, strangely distasteful.
Exclusive, the Tau'ri called it. A relationship.
But there had never been agreement, no formal vows.
And yet, as Teyla rides him or drives him or lets him slide his lips and tongue across her, he feels... remorse.
=-=-=-
The General had spent two hours grilling him. And he'd thought Elizabeth Weir was a tough bitch to crack.
Aiden Ford had never had a blonde woman look so innocent until she pulled every detail (that he could remember) of his sexual, physical, and emotional history from him.
Then she seemed to half-smile, and passed him on to her husband.
Captain Ford had never thought he'd find someone threatening him with a shotgun, and he wasn't, here. There was just... a disconcerting and uneasy sense that if he put one foot wrong, the other General O'Neill would rip his balls off. And then get him killed. Accidentally, of course.
It came as a relief when his date finally came down the stairs to rescue him.
A relief, and a wonder, because, as he'd noticed that first day he'd seen her talking animatedly with Siler, she was beautiful.
Cassandra Fraiser eyed her two guardians, then turned to her date, "Ready to go?"
"Have her back by 8." The man barked.
"Jack!" Cassandra glared. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Use condoms," the woman suggested.
"SAM!" Cassie blushed.
The two older adults smirked, "Have fun, dear."
"Right." She turned to Aiden. "Ready to go?"
He swallowed, "After you, ma'am."
=-=-=-
He reminds her of someone she used to know. She tells him that only when it's late at night, and the lights are low.
Daniel understands. Leia doesn't like talking about her past, at all.
In the early morning of the hours, he sometimes forgets when he tangles his fingers in her dark hair, and calls her Sha're.
She never seems to mind.
Once, back when this began, when he found himself stranded with a woman he didn't know, he tried to establish rules.
She was cold and imperious and so very in control.
Until the night would come, until the day broke and she couldn't leave. (and neither can he, but he thinks they could have, once)
There are no rules to what they do to each other. No sanction given, and none asked for.
Sanction, mercy, would just make it hurt worse.
=-=-=-=-
"I'm not sure I understand..."
"Oh, I'll show you." Her smirk twisting, Chiana moved and caught the man's hand. "Right hand, red." Carefully letting him brush against the skin above her breasts, she set the hand on the appropriate color blotch.
A swallow at his throat, and a glance down proved him affected by her closeness.
There was something strangely sweet about him, but that could have just been the engine grease from the bucket of bolts they were riding in.
"Erm, Chiana--"
"Frell the game." Her hand reached out and grabbed him. "Frell me."
"Uh..."
=-=-=-=-
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han/leia! YAY!
NIIICE last one. Great prompt.
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and thanks for my two. Enjoyed them!
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Y're welcome. The third one you suggested is still perkolating in my brain. I'm just... home now.
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*cuddles you because you have given us lots of porn and because you're cute*
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*cuddlesandsearchespocketsforfic*