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Set: Post-Fail Safe.
Notes: Came about from this conversation in AIM.
Analyssie: ....ohmigod. Fail Safe is SUCH an OT4 episode. All three of the boys are SO promising Sam oral sex if she gets them through this.
Karma Aster: Well, she's hot and she just saved all their asses.
Oral Agreement
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
"So, Sam," Daniel called as he wandered into her house. "I was thinking." Not that Daniel Jackson ever stopped thinking. But this was thinking of a different sort, that had to do with paying back a debt. Or a promise of a debt, rather. When they'd all been stuck on the cargo ship and the asteroid, the three men of SG-1 had... indicated their appreciation for the Major.
"Not now, Daniel." Her voice sounded a little strained.
Ah. So she was home. He headed for her bedroom. "About all that oral sex we promised you."
"Not NOW, Daniel." Really strained.
He looked into her room and blinked. "Oh. Well, I see Jack has that covered already." Really covered. Sam Carter was kneeling on her bed, Jack O'Neill's head between her legs.
Jack's voice was muffled. "Get lost, Spacemonkey."
Growling in protest at his distraction, Sam poked Jack. "I didn't say you could stop."
"Right." Jack returned to what he'd been doing.
Daniel turned. "So...I'll just go put a pot of coffee on..."
"Good -- oh, god -- plan." panted Sam, arching her back as Jack's talented tongue and lips played her nerves like a violin.
Daniel nodded and softly closed the door behind him, wondering if she had any clean mugs.
She did. It took little time to start the coffee, and he puttered around the kitchen, listening and (occasionally) raising an eyebrow at the sounds that escaped Sam's bedroom. A look into her refrigerator proved that they would probably have to call out for dinner. Pizza, or maybe take-out. Of course, after an afternoon of oral sex, Sam might want something with more protein. A nice juicy steak, for instance. Pity O'Malley's was still off-limits to them.
When the coffee was done, Daniel poured it into three mugs. "You like yours with two sugars right, Sam?" he called down the hall.
"I'm kind of --" her voice broke off as she came, one flailing hand grasping the headboard, the other fisted in Jack's hair.
Daniel nodded. "I'll just check back, then."
"You do that," Jack called, then her hand in his hair returned him to the task at -- tongue.
There was a knock at the door. Daniel went to answer it and found Teal'c standing outside, looking impassive.
"Jack got here first. Coffee?"
"Indeed."
"They should be finished up in a little bit," Daniel said, walking back towards the kitchen.
"Oh god! Jack-" Sam gasped loudly.
"Maybe more than a little bit."
"It would appear that O'Neill is in fine form this afternoon." The jaffa observed.
"Yeah." Daniel handed Teal'c a mug. "And then some."
Teal'c took a sip, then inclined his head towards the living room. "Shall we not partake of Star Wars while we wait?"
"To the living room!" Daniel saluted with his mug.
"It is possible we may even make our way through the entire trilogy."
Daniel listened for a moment. "At this rate, we could even tack on the director's cut of Dune."
With a slight nod, Teal'c moved to the couch. And awaited the inevitable.
-f-
Set: Post-Fail Safe.
Notes: Came about from this conversation in AIM.
Analyssie: ....ohmigod. Fail Safe is SUCH an OT4 episode. All three of the boys are SO promising Sam oral sex if she gets them through this.
Karma Aster: Well, she's hot and she just saved all their asses.
Oral Agreement
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
"So, Sam," Daniel called as he wandered into her house. "I was thinking." Not that Daniel Jackson ever stopped thinking. But this was thinking of a different sort, that had to do with paying back a debt. Or a promise of a debt, rather. When they'd all been stuck on the cargo ship and the asteroid, the three men of SG-1 had... indicated their appreciation for the Major.
"Not now, Daniel." Her voice sounded a little strained.
Ah. So she was home. He headed for her bedroom. "About all that oral sex we promised you."
"Not NOW, Daniel." Really strained.
He looked into her room and blinked. "Oh. Well, I see Jack has that covered already." Really covered. Sam Carter was kneeling on her bed, Jack O'Neill's head between her legs.
Jack's voice was muffled. "Get lost, Spacemonkey."
Growling in protest at his distraction, Sam poked Jack. "I didn't say you could stop."
"Right." Jack returned to what he'd been doing.
Daniel turned. "So...I'll just go put a pot of coffee on..."
"Good -- oh, god -- plan." panted Sam, arching her back as Jack's talented tongue and lips played her nerves like a violin.
Daniel nodded and softly closed the door behind him, wondering if she had any clean mugs.
She did. It took little time to start the coffee, and he puttered around the kitchen, listening and (occasionally) raising an eyebrow at the sounds that escaped Sam's bedroom. A look into her refrigerator proved that they would probably have to call out for dinner. Pizza, or maybe take-out. Of course, after an afternoon of oral sex, Sam might want something with more protein. A nice juicy steak, for instance. Pity O'Malley's was still off-limits to them.
When the coffee was done, Daniel poured it into three mugs. "You like yours with two sugars right, Sam?" he called down the hall.
"I'm kind of --" her voice broke off as she came, one flailing hand grasping the headboard, the other fisted in Jack's hair.
Daniel nodded. "I'll just check back, then."
"You do that," Jack called, then her hand in his hair returned him to the task at -- tongue.
There was a knock at the door. Daniel went to answer it and found Teal'c standing outside, looking impassive.
"Jack got here first. Coffee?"
"Indeed."
"They should be finished up in a little bit," Daniel said, walking back towards the kitchen.
"Oh god! Jack-" Sam gasped loudly.
"Maybe more than a little bit."
"It would appear that O'Neill is in fine form this afternoon." The jaffa observed.
"Yeah." Daniel handed Teal'c a mug. "And then some."
Teal'c took a sip, then inclined his head towards the living room. "Shall we not partake of Star Wars while we wait?"
"To the living room!" Daniel saluted with his mug.
"It is possible we may even make our way through the entire trilogy."
Daniel listened for a moment. "At this rate, we could even tack on the director's cut of Dune."
With a slight nod, Teal'c moved to the couch. And awaited the inevitable.
-f-
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See, Teal'c started it.