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Notes: in the beginning, there was Teal'c...
Good Head Is Hard To Find
by ALC Punk!
The first time, Sam had thought Teal'c was joking. Until he patiently re-explained himself. And then offered to demonstrate. For just a minute, even Sam's 90's career-woman persona was left gaping at the rebel Jaffa. He couldn't, after all, be serious.
He was.
Really was.
She was hesitant, but he was firm and courteous -- if insistant.
Of course, Sam had had lovers who'd gone down on her.
None of them had been Teal'c.
Apparently, training for battle wasn't the only thing male Jaffa were good at. By the time she was coming down from her third orgasm, Sam was MORE than convinced that this was the best thank you ever.
Flowers were never going to do it for her again.
She didn't know how long it took Daniel to figure it out completely, but the fourth time Teal'c came by to thank her, Daniel was with him.
"Teal'c tells me he has a, um, special way of thanking you." Daniel looked half-hesitant, half-embarrassed, half-determined.
"Yes." Refusing to be embarrassed over something that was becoming ritual, Sam dropped her pants and leaned back against her desk as the Jaffa knelt at her feet. His head was immediately between her legs, his lips and tongue correctly interpreting and redirecting the electrical impulses in her body. She sucked in a breath, skin heating.
"I just... I never would have thought you to be so swayed by something sexual."
"It's not sexual," she objected, gasping a little.
"Sam, he's eating you out, how is that not sexual?"
"Okay, so it is. Still -- oh, GOD -- it's not because --"
When she came back down, Daniel was looking at her, his gaze rather closed in. He straightened, "May I?"
"Uh, Daniel..."
"C'mon, Sam, you saved my world and life, too."
She looked down at Teal'c who had paused and was looking up at her with a measured gaze. He nodded, once, and gracefully stood. "All right."
Daniel took his place, looking up at her almost hesitantly. Then he leaned in, and began.
He wasn't as good as Teal'c (the Captain highly doubted ANYone was), but he'd obviously had practice at cunilingus. About the time he was making her explode into orgasm, she had to admit he was pretty good. And that she rather liked having two different tongues.
It became a ritual, then. If she saved the world, or their lives, they would thank her.
Flowers, as she had previously decided, were definitely passe now. The Colonel continued to be oblivious, not that she really cared. Really.
And then came the day when both Daniel and Teal'c were injured. Irritatingly enough, her body was becoming used to regular oral stimulation, and she was just the slightest bit cranky about not being thanked.
The Colonel wandered into her lab around dinnertime. He looked fidgety -- this wasn't new, but then, he didn't normally wander in at this time of the evening.
"Sir?"
"Captain." He picked up one of her pens and played with it.
She went back to typing.
"Teal'c said..."
She froze, the report completely forgotten. Oh, dear God. He hadn't, had he? Teal'c and Daniel, they couldn't have --
"Said I should come by and thank you. And then he explained -- with Daniel's help." The pen was in danger of being dismembered, with the way his fingers were screwing and unscrewing it.
"Ah." Her hands were still unmoving on the keys.
"Captain, it may be ... unorthodox..."
"Yes, sir." She was probably blushing. And concentrating very hard on her monitor. Really, she could get through this, make him go away.
"Stand up, Captain."
Ok. That wasn't what she was expecting, she looked at him and blinked. "Sir?"
He sighed, "I can hardly, well... y'know, if you're sitting trapped behind your desk."
Sam knew her eyes were wide, "Uhm, sir--"
"No, Captain," now there was a gleam in his eyes. "If Teal'c and Daniel can thank you, then so can I."
She swallowed, suddenly a lot more turned on than she'd been ten seconds before. "Right, sir." She stood.
"Boots, pants, underwear, off, Captain."
With fingers that only trembled slightly, she attended to all three, and then stood there. She would NOT be self-conscious about this, damnit. Teal'c and Daniel had both done this several times. This was no different.
But this was Colonel Jack O'Neill dropping to his knees (with only a slight creak) and leaning forward to kiss her belly.
A few minutes later, she was beginning to revise her opinion. It wasn't that he wasn't trying. But he obviously hadn't done this all that often (or hadn't been, ah, corrected). Sam was frustrated, feeling herself right on the edge, but going no further. Teal'c had been too much of a gift from heaven, she decided. Daniel, too, must have practiced on Sha're (and from what she'd heard of the Abydonians, Sha're would have had NO trouble giving him instructions). So... she was going to have to... interrupt him. "Sir?"
"I'm busy."
Ooh. Vibration from his voice added an extra tingle. Not enough, though. "Um, sir?"
He must have heard the uncertainty in her voice because he pulled back, "Carter?"
She blushed, "You're, uh... not hitting it quite right."
"Out of... practice." He hedged.
"It's ok, I mean, I can just, uh..."
"Show me," he ordered.
Did he --? He did. She gathered her courage then reached down and touched herself. Having spent time doing this before, she knew which spots to hit, how to slide her fingers just right -- her back arched and she came, crying out softly, his hands on her hips holding her upright.
When she came down, he leaned forward and began again. This time, he followed the paths she had described. Within minutes she was shattering again.
Maybe you could teach an old dog new tricks.
After that, it was a ritual to see which male member of SG-1 would get to her first. Sometimes one or more would be injured, other times, all three would decide that saying thank you (or paying homage, as Daniel liked to call it) together would be even better. Sam wasn't about to object. She hadn't had a date in YEARS, and male attention (even if only oral) was nice. There was never any indication for reciprocation, and while she occasionally felt bad, she didn't offer.
Of course, it was inevitable that she and Janet would be drunk together one night and discussing men, and Sam would spill their secret 'thank you' ritual.
Janet was silent for a little while, then burst into giggles. "So it's not just me they thank, then?"
Which set Sam off. And then they discussed how many of the men on the base should learn this method of thanks. Luckily, they fell asleep shortly after, and never put the plan into practice.
After Jolinar, the thank you's were... almost perfunctory. Not that she needed their thank you's, but they were nice, and she hoped it wasn't her fault. Sam finally confronted Daniel about it.
"You taste different."
"Worse?"
"No... just... different. We're just getting used to it."
And they did. By the next round, there wasn't any problem, and things settled down.
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Notes: in the beginning, there was Teal'c...
Good Head Is Hard To Find
by ALC Punk!
The first time, Sam had thought Teal'c was joking. Until he patiently re-explained himself. And then offered to demonstrate. For just a minute, even Sam's 90's career-woman persona was left gaping at the rebel Jaffa. He couldn't, after all, be serious.
He was.
Really was.
She was hesitant, but he was firm and courteous -- if insistant.
Of course, Sam had had lovers who'd gone down on her.
None of them had been Teal'c.
Apparently, training for battle wasn't the only thing male Jaffa were good at. By the time she was coming down from her third orgasm, Sam was MORE than convinced that this was the best thank you ever.
Flowers were never going to do it for her again.
She didn't know how long it took Daniel to figure it out completely, but the fourth time Teal'c came by to thank her, Daniel was with him.
"Teal'c tells me he has a, um, special way of thanking you." Daniel looked half-hesitant, half-embarrassed, half-determined.
"Yes." Refusing to be embarrassed over something that was becoming ritual, Sam dropped her pants and leaned back against her desk as the Jaffa knelt at her feet. His head was immediately between her legs, his lips and tongue correctly interpreting and redirecting the electrical impulses in her body. She sucked in a breath, skin heating.
"I just... I never would have thought you to be so swayed by something sexual."
"It's not sexual," she objected, gasping a little.
"Sam, he's eating you out, how is that not sexual?"
"Okay, so it is. Still -- oh, GOD -- it's not because --"
When she came back down, Daniel was looking at her, his gaze rather closed in. He straightened, "May I?"
"Uh, Daniel..."
"C'mon, Sam, you saved my world and life, too."
She looked down at Teal'c who had paused and was looking up at her with a measured gaze. He nodded, once, and gracefully stood. "All right."
Daniel took his place, looking up at her almost hesitantly. Then he leaned in, and began.
He wasn't as good as Teal'c (the Captain highly doubted ANYone was), but he'd obviously had practice at cunilingus. About the time he was making her explode into orgasm, she had to admit he was pretty good. And that she rather liked having two different tongues.
It became a ritual, then. If she saved the world, or their lives, they would thank her.
Flowers, as she had previously decided, were definitely passe now. The Colonel continued to be oblivious, not that she really cared. Really.
And then came the day when both Daniel and Teal'c were injured. Irritatingly enough, her body was becoming used to regular oral stimulation, and she was just the slightest bit cranky about not being thanked.
The Colonel wandered into her lab around dinnertime. He looked fidgety -- this wasn't new, but then, he didn't normally wander in at this time of the evening.
"Sir?"
"Captain." He picked up one of her pens and played with it.
She went back to typing.
"Teal'c said..."
She froze, the report completely forgotten. Oh, dear God. He hadn't, had he? Teal'c and Daniel, they couldn't have --
"Said I should come by and thank you. And then he explained -- with Daniel's help." The pen was in danger of being dismembered, with the way his fingers were screwing and unscrewing it.
"Ah." Her hands were still unmoving on the keys.
"Captain, it may be ... unorthodox..."
"Yes, sir." She was probably blushing. And concentrating very hard on her monitor. Really, she could get through this, make him go away.
"Stand up, Captain."
Ok. That wasn't what she was expecting, she looked at him and blinked. "Sir?"
He sighed, "I can hardly, well... y'know, if you're sitting trapped behind your desk."
Sam knew her eyes were wide, "Uhm, sir--"
"No, Captain," now there was a gleam in his eyes. "If Teal'c and Daniel can thank you, then so can I."
She swallowed, suddenly a lot more turned on than she'd been ten seconds before. "Right, sir." She stood.
"Boots, pants, underwear, off, Captain."
With fingers that only trembled slightly, she attended to all three, and then stood there. She would NOT be self-conscious about this, damnit. Teal'c and Daniel had both done this several times. This was no different.
But this was Colonel Jack O'Neill dropping to his knees (with only a slight creak) and leaning forward to kiss her belly.
A few minutes later, she was beginning to revise her opinion. It wasn't that he wasn't trying. But he obviously hadn't done this all that often (or hadn't been, ah, corrected). Sam was frustrated, feeling herself right on the edge, but going no further. Teal'c had been too much of a gift from heaven, she decided. Daniel, too, must have practiced on Sha're (and from what she'd heard of the Abydonians, Sha're would have had NO trouble giving him instructions). So... she was going to have to... interrupt him. "Sir?"
"I'm busy."
Ooh. Vibration from his voice added an extra tingle. Not enough, though. "Um, sir?"
He must have heard the uncertainty in her voice because he pulled back, "Carter?"
She blushed, "You're, uh... not hitting it quite right."
"Out of... practice." He hedged.
"It's ok, I mean, I can just, uh..."
"Show me," he ordered.
Did he --? He did. She gathered her courage then reached down and touched herself. Having spent time doing this before, she knew which spots to hit, how to slide her fingers just right -- her back arched and she came, crying out softly, his hands on her hips holding her upright.
When she came down, he leaned forward and began again. This time, he followed the paths she had described. Within minutes she was shattering again.
Maybe you could teach an old dog new tricks.
After that, it was a ritual to see which male member of SG-1 would get to her first. Sometimes one or more would be injured, other times, all three would decide that saying thank you (or paying homage, as Daniel liked to call it) together would be even better. Sam wasn't about to object. She hadn't had a date in YEARS, and male attention (even if only oral) was nice. There was never any indication for reciprocation, and while she occasionally felt bad, she didn't offer.
Of course, it was inevitable that she and Janet would be drunk together one night and discussing men, and Sam would spill their secret 'thank you' ritual.
Janet was silent for a little while, then burst into giggles. "So it's not just me they thank, then?"
Which set Sam off. And then they discussed how many of the men on the base should learn this method of thanks. Luckily, they fell asleep shortly after, and never put the plan into practice.
After Jolinar, the thank you's were... almost perfunctory. Not that she needed their thank you's, but they were nice, and she hoped it wasn't her fault. Sam finally confronted Daniel about it.
"You taste different."
"Worse?"
"No... just... different. We're just getting used to it."
And they did. By the next round, there wasn't any problem, and things settled down.
-f-
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(Though I love you for doing it. :))
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......
I'll be in my bunk.
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Although it does appear to be the SG1 Cunnilingus Action Playset(tm)...
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*snort*
Progresses later? When he decides that a little finger action is a good thing.
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Just ... ha! (Because I'm this side of speechless after that.)
Thanks!
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Thank you. ;)
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Hahahahaha!!! This has soooo many meanings. ;-)
Male member...hahahaha!!
Sorry, lack of sleep...
She really needs to reciprocate. Or not.
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And... I don't know. I can't decide about the reciprocation. If it moves into true OT4 orgy territory, yeah... If it stays this casual 'thank you' thing... hrm.
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True...true..but how about three at once..biting, nipping, sucking at various body parts below the neck? ;-)
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*sigh* Such a good little read.
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Why, oh why, do I see one body with three heads (ala the monster in Monty Python's Holy Grail) discussing it amongst the heads just how different the taste is. ;-)
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I have no idea why.