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Disclaimer: Not ours. Rating: R/NC17, whichever is your pleasure.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Set: Season 8ish.
Ryuu: You realize Amanda Tapping is gonna be in Earthsea?
Lyssie: I think I'd heard that, yeah.
Lyssie: "Carter?" "Hrm?" "You know that week you took off to go to Vegas with Shanahan?" "...yeah?" "You were really filming that SciFi show." "...I was?" "Carter, I just saw the promo." "Oh. Erm. Maybe?"
Ryuu: She's playing this sorta Luthien Tinuviel character.
Lyssie: who gets sexed by Jack.
Lyssie: *pause* ok. so, I'm a liiiittle fixated.
Ryuu: ...not Beren One-Hand?
Lyssie: well, as long as Jack's playing him... (really fixated)
Ryuu: ...Jack's in love with a Tolkien elf?
Lyssie: I don't know?
Lyssie: ...although he DOES think Carter would look cute with elf ears.
Ryuu: (is an uber-geek)
Ryuu: (snickering)
Ryuu: He teased with it for weeks after they saw LotR.
Lyssie: yup.
Lyssie: In at least one universe, he got Cassie to make her wear elf ears to a halloween party.
...which led directly into the following fic:
One Man's Kink...
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
"No, Jack."
He attempted puppyeyes. "Please?"
"No. I am not wearing pointy ears to bed." She glared at him.
"But, Carter, you look hot in elf ears."
"Not. To. Bed." She crossed her arms. "And I thought I was always hot."
"You are. There's just added hotness." He leered at her.
She pouted cutely. "I'm not convinced..."
"Darn." Tipping his head, Jack waggled his fingers at her. "You sure?"
"Would you dress up like a hobbit?" she smirked.
"....no."
She nodded. "So, no pointy ears, unless I see big fuzzy feet on you, Jack."
"Big fuzzy feet turn you on?" He felt disturbed.
"Maaaaaaybe..." She raised an eyebrow.
Giving up (for now), Jack snorted, "You know what, Carter, I'm goin' to bed."
"And you're leaving me out here all alone?" She sighed mournfully.
"You could come to bed, too, Carter."
"Even with my non-pointy ears?" Sam smirked.
"Yes," he sighed, "even with your non-pointy ears."
She slid her arm around his waist. "Well, if it's such a hardship for you, Jack..."
Glancing sideways at her, he sighed again. "Oh, it is, Carter. It is."
"Then I guess you'll have to sleep on the couch." She let him go and walked off towards the bedroom.
"Oh, hell," Disgusted with himself, Jack stalked after her. "Carter, I am not sleeping on the couch. For one thing, it's lonely!"
"And lumpy?" she asked innocently.
"Yes." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back against him, "And cold," he informed the skin of her neck.
She covered his hands with hers. "Poor baby...we can't have that, can we?"
"Nope." He began kissing a particular spot behind her ear. "Besides. I don't like sleeping alone anymore."
She made a soft, pleased noise deep in her throat. "However do you cope when I'm off-world?"
"Lots of paperwork. And I don't sleep."
Sam reached a hand back and stroked the side of his thigh. "Poor Jack..."
Loosing a hand, he slid it under her shirt, stroking the skin. "Mmm." He agreed, biting gently.
She gasped softly, her hand stroking his thigh faster. "I miss you when I'm off-world, too..."
Pressing himself against her, Jack brought his hand up to cup her breast. His other hand drifted from her hip to her belly, then back again, nails scraping slightly.
She wriggled a bit, smiling. "I think we're overdressed."
"Clothes," he informed her loftily as he slipped his hand inside the front of her pants and skimmed his fingers over her panties, "are merely an obstacle to the unimaginative."
"And never let it be said that you're-" she gasped as his fingers slipped past her panties, and breathlessly finished, "unimaginative."
"Never." He nipped at her neck, absurdly smug as always at how responsive she was to his touch. His other hand worked its way into her bra, caressing gently. "Not, of course," a pause to lick a line up her neck, "that you're unimaginative."
"Why, thank you, Jack..." The hand stroking his thigh slid as far inwards as the angle she was at would allow. "I do try."
Momentarily distracted, Jack shifted to give her better access, then redoubled his efforts.
Her hand settled on a particular part of his anatomy, squeezing gently.
A moan escaped him. Sliding a finger into her, he felt arch slightly, and almost smirked.
"Evil man," she murmured, trying to slip her hand down the front of his pants.
"Of course." He wriggled the finger.
She groaned, momentarily distracted from the problem of his pants.
Now, the smirk was on his lips, and he settled his fingers down to a careful rhythm, his thumb rolling over her clit. The smirk slid away as he began kissing her neck in strategic places.
She mumbled something incoherent and arched her back, then groaned again as his lips and tongue hit just the right spot. "God, Jack..."
"God Jack just doesn't have the same ring as 'King Jack'," he mumbled, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"You suck," she informed him, shivering slightly as his fingers continued to show off just how talented they were. "Ah...don't stop..."
"Not planning to."
"Good man."
He added a second finger and sucked at the spot right behind her ear. "Thought I was evil."
She let out a sharp gasp. "You are."
"Heh." Feeling her muscles beginning to tense, he sped up his fingers.
She groaned again, and pressed her back against him more, shuddering. "Jack-"
This, Jack decided as she came, was something -- even if he lived forever -- he would never get tired of. Holding Sam Carter while she broke into a hundred little pieces.
She shuddered, crying out softly, and reaching back to him. "Jack..."
Kissing the side of her neck, he slowed his fingers down, but didn't stop moving them completely. "Ya sure you won't wear elf ears, Carter?"
"Do you want me to hurt you?" she whispered, lightly digging her nails into his forearm.
"Does it involve whips and chains and silk scarves?"
"You're an ass, Jack," she replied, increasing the pressure of her nails.
He flexed his fingers. "Good to know."
She groaned and narrowed her eyes. "You don't play fair, General O'Neill."
"Neither do you." He pointed out, then he kissed her neck again. "So. Clothes? Bed?"
"No pointy ears," she mumbled.
"Agreed." He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, then regretfully removed his fingers.
She made a small protesting noise at the loss of the fingers and turned to kiss him.
Kissing her back, he used skills learned in special ops to undo her bra and finally free her breasts so he could use both hands on them.
She finally managed to get her hand down the front of his pants and stroked carefully, enjoying the faint groan he let out.
"Bed," Jack mumbled, brain rapidly shutting down as her fingers worked him over.
"Bed, my little hobbit." She smirked.
"Carter, I am NOT a hobbit."
"But you're so cute, Jack." She squeezed lightly.
"Am... not." he managed, wondering if she was going to make his eyes roll back into his head. Probably. She was good at that.
"Are too." She grinned and proceeded to make his eyes roll back in his head.
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Disclaimer: Not ours. Rating: R/NC17, whichever is your pleasure.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Set: Season 8ish.
Ryuu: You realize Amanda Tapping is gonna be in Earthsea?
Lyssie: I think I'd heard that, yeah.
Lyssie: "Carter?" "Hrm?" "You know that week you took off to go to Vegas with Shanahan?" "...yeah?" "You were really filming that SciFi show." "...I was?" "Carter, I just saw the promo." "Oh. Erm. Maybe?"
Ryuu: She's playing this sorta Luthien Tinuviel character.
Lyssie: who gets sexed by Jack.
Lyssie: *pause* ok. so, I'm a liiiittle fixated.
Ryuu: ...not Beren One-Hand?
Lyssie: well, as long as Jack's playing him... (really fixated)
Ryuu: ...Jack's in love with a Tolkien elf?
Lyssie: I don't know?
Lyssie: ...although he DOES think Carter would look cute with elf ears.
Ryuu: (is an uber-geek)
Ryuu: (snickering)
Ryuu: He teased with it for weeks after they saw LotR.
Lyssie: yup.
Lyssie: In at least one universe, he got Cassie to make her wear elf ears to a halloween party.
...which led directly into the following fic:
One Man's Kink...
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
"No, Jack."
He attempted puppyeyes. "Please?"
"No. I am not wearing pointy ears to bed." She glared at him.
"But, Carter, you look hot in elf ears."
"Not. To. Bed." She crossed her arms. "And I thought I was always hot."
"You are. There's just added hotness." He leered at her.
She pouted cutely. "I'm not convinced..."
"Darn." Tipping his head, Jack waggled his fingers at her. "You sure?"
"Would you dress up like a hobbit?" she smirked.
"....no."
She nodded. "So, no pointy ears, unless I see big fuzzy feet on you, Jack."
"Big fuzzy feet turn you on?" He felt disturbed.
"Maaaaaaybe..." She raised an eyebrow.
Giving up (for now), Jack snorted, "You know what, Carter, I'm goin' to bed."
"And you're leaving me out here all alone?" She sighed mournfully.
"You could come to bed, too, Carter."
"Even with my non-pointy ears?" Sam smirked.
"Yes," he sighed, "even with your non-pointy ears."
She slid her arm around his waist. "Well, if it's such a hardship for you, Jack..."
Glancing sideways at her, he sighed again. "Oh, it is, Carter. It is."
"Then I guess you'll have to sleep on the couch." She let him go and walked off towards the bedroom.
"Oh, hell," Disgusted with himself, Jack stalked after her. "Carter, I am not sleeping on the couch. For one thing, it's lonely!"
"And lumpy?" she asked innocently.
"Yes." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back against him, "And cold," he informed the skin of her neck.
She covered his hands with hers. "Poor baby...we can't have that, can we?"
"Nope." He began kissing a particular spot behind her ear. "Besides. I don't like sleeping alone anymore."
She made a soft, pleased noise deep in her throat. "However do you cope when I'm off-world?"
"Lots of paperwork. And I don't sleep."
Sam reached a hand back and stroked the side of his thigh. "Poor Jack..."
Loosing a hand, he slid it under her shirt, stroking the skin. "Mmm." He agreed, biting gently.
She gasped softly, her hand stroking his thigh faster. "I miss you when I'm off-world, too..."
Pressing himself against her, Jack brought his hand up to cup her breast. His other hand drifted from her hip to her belly, then back again, nails scraping slightly.
She wriggled a bit, smiling. "I think we're overdressed."
"Clothes," he informed her loftily as he slipped his hand inside the front of her pants and skimmed his fingers over her panties, "are merely an obstacle to the unimaginative."
"And never let it be said that you're-" she gasped as his fingers slipped past her panties, and breathlessly finished, "unimaginative."
"Never." He nipped at her neck, absurdly smug as always at how responsive she was to his touch. His other hand worked its way into her bra, caressing gently. "Not, of course," a pause to lick a line up her neck, "that you're unimaginative."
"Why, thank you, Jack..." The hand stroking his thigh slid as far inwards as the angle she was at would allow. "I do try."
Momentarily distracted, Jack shifted to give her better access, then redoubled his efforts.
Her hand settled on a particular part of his anatomy, squeezing gently.
A moan escaped him. Sliding a finger into her, he felt arch slightly, and almost smirked.
"Evil man," she murmured, trying to slip her hand down the front of his pants.
"Of course." He wriggled the finger.
She groaned, momentarily distracted from the problem of his pants.
Now, the smirk was on his lips, and he settled his fingers down to a careful rhythm, his thumb rolling over her clit. The smirk slid away as he began kissing her neck in strategic places.
She mumbled something incoherent and arched her back, then groaned again as his lips and tongue hit just the right spot. "God, Jack..."
"God Jack just doesn't have the same ring as 'King Jack'," he mumbled, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"You suck," she informed him, shivering slightly as his fingers continued to show off just how talented they were. "Ah...don't stop..."
"Not planning to."
"Good man."
He added a second finger and sucked at the spot right behind her ear. "Thought I was evil."
She let out a sharp gasp. "You are."
"Heh." Feeling her muscles beginning to tense, he sped up his fingers.
She groaned again, and pressed her back against him more, shuddering. "Jack-"
This, Jack decided as she came, was something -- even if he lived forever -- he would never get tired of. Holding Sam Carter while she broke into a hundred little pieces.
She shuddered, crying out softly, and reaching back to him. "Jack..."
Kissing the side of her neck, he slowed his fingers down, but didn't stop moving them completely. "Ya sure you won't wear elf ears, Carter?"
"Do you want me to hurt you?" she whispered, lightly digging her nails into his forearm.
"Does it involve whips and chains and silk scarves?"
"You're an ass, Jack," she replied, increasing the pressure of her nails.
He flexed his fingers. "Good to know."
She groaned and narrowed her eyes. "You don't play fair, General O'Neill."
"Neither do you." He pointed out, then he kissed her neck again. "So. Clothes? Bed?"
"No pointy ears," she mumbled.
"Agreed." He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, then regretfully removed his fingers.
She made a small protesting noise at the loss of the fingers and turned to kiss him.
Kissing her back, he used skills learned in special ops to undo her bra and finally free her breasts so he could use both hands on them.
She finally managed to get her hand down the front of his pants and stroked carefully, enjoying the faint groan he let out.
"Bed," Jack mumbled, brain rapidly shutting down as her fingers worked him over.
"Bed, my little hobbit." She smirked.
"Carter, I am NOT a hobbit."
"But you're so cute, Jack." She squeezed lightly.
"Am... not." he managed, wondering if she was going to make his eyes roll back into his head. Probably. She was good at that.
"Are too." She grinned and proceeded to make his eyes roll back in his head.
-f-
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"He thought I would look more sexually attractive with elven ears."
"...humans are so..."
"Primitive minds must be imaginative in the bedroom as that is the extent of the best abilities, my dear."
"So, elven ears."
"Stop that, that tickles."
"Well, yes, you do look quite charming with pointy ears, Eighth."
"Get rid of them, you little bug, they're horrible."
"Oooph!"
"Although, you do have lovely hobbit hair."
"Mmm?"
"Curly brown hair and your little sweet pouty face."
"It's frightening how human you are at times."
"Give us us a kisssssessss, little hobbitling."
"::replicator buzzing noises::"
"::sounds of things breaking and snapping, etc::"
"Mmm. Lovely. Shall we destroy something else now?"
"I'm still rebuilding my leg, you little firefly, but please, I'd love a post melding destruction session."
"How about I spin you around and wherever you face, we destory that planet?"
"How about I spin you around and we do this again..."
"Mmmfflfe..."
I need to write my breaking-each-other-apart eighth/fifth porn. Damnit.
Ahem..
FINGER PORN! I LOVE IT! Yay. :giggles and squees:
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and I love finger porn too. :pets:
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*brain explodes*
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Hee! Got to love Jack's fingers. Even if the feet and hobbit thing is kinda disturbing.
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I swear the hobbit thing was SO not my doing...
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"Maaaaaaybe..." She raised an eyebrow.
*dies*
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*flops* Want fluff.
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"God Jack just doesn't have the same ring as 'King Jack'," he mumbled, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Hahahaha!!!
"Bed, my little hobbit." She smirked.
Awwwww...she called him her little hobbit...awwww..
Loved it as always...
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*blames it all on Ryuu*
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*bounces*
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No?
Good!
*huggles the pretty smut*
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(strangely calm)I'll be back in just a moment...
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Um, excuse me.
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(tiny voice)With the sweet ass...
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*small voice* With the REALLY sweet ass...
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What? ;)