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Attention, attention. Threads spoilers contained herein. And smut.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Set/Spoilers: THREADS. If you haven't seen it, turn back now.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: See the end, otherwise, I could spoil you.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Casting the Rod
by ALC Punk!
"So this is fishing."
"Mhmm." He wasn't moving. The world could be in danger, but he refused to move. His nose was buried in the side of Carter's neck, her legs (bare legs, really NICE bare legs) were tangled with his and one of her hands was threading its fingers through his hair. There were arms, too, and he was happy to discover that even now, her skin reacted with goose bumps when he absently stroked the side of her left breast.
"Didn't..." She shifted slightly, grazing more of his body with hers.
Hey. That was SO not fair.
"...expect it to be like this." Her voice lowered, the words not exactly breathless, but he seemed to recall a desperate need for air earlier.
So maybe that was it.
"Mmph." The nipple under his fingers was hardening ever so slowly as he brushed back and forth across it.
"Fishing, that is. I was really, y'know," the free hand waved in the air, sending a breeze across the drying sweat on their naked skin. "Expecting more sun. Lake. Fishing line. Maybe even some, I don't know, bait. You could show me how to tie flies, I'd secretly set the worms free..."
Worms free? Christ, the woman was insane.
And shifting again, and one foot was sliding up his bare leg, and -- guh. Ok. Maybe insanity was the best thing in the world if it made Sam Carter loosen up enough to do *this* to him. "Carter?" His lips were still buried in the junction of her neck and shoulder, but he was pretty sure she could understand him.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Go to sleep."
More movement, and the hand in his hair tightened slightly. "Not sleepy."
Dear god. She was pouting. He *knew* it. And he so refused to look and confirm his suspicion because then she would--
His train of thought derailed as her free hand slid down his side and dipped between them to find his suddenly very awake and interested other brain.
"See? You're not sleepy, either."
There was way too much satisfaction in her tone. The fingers slid along him, nails briefly scraping causing him to groan.
She giggled. "C'mon, Jack, wakey-wakey."
Wakey-wakey? Sam Carter said "Wakey-wakey"? All right. Who was this strange woman in his bed and where had his reliable and even-keeled Lieutenant Colonel gone?
Oh. Right.
The hand tightened.
Damn.
"Carter."
She was going to make him move, wasn't she. Going to drag him out of his happily sleepy state, the one which included cuddling and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms. And she was going to make him have sex with her.
Gosh, his life was hard.
He seriously wasn't sure if that was sarcasm or not.
Although, honestly, he wasn't sure whether to be disturbed or flattered. "You're insatiable." He informed her.
She stilled. "Is this a bad thing?"
Suddenly, the Sam Carter in his arms was stiff and unmoving. "No," he replied quickly, fingers caressing her. Mmmm... Carterskin. Right. Talking, Jack. "I just... was kind of surprised. And I'm an old man."
"I know." She suddenly shifted down in his arms and looked at him in the low light from the lamp in the hall. Tomorrow, Daniel and Teal'c would be there, and she wouldn't be just his anymore. Her fingers touched his cheek. "So much wasted time."
He kissed her. "Doesn't matter t'me." His hands slid down her body, and he smirked as she groaned.
"So, I suppose," she kissed his chin, "It's a good thing," his neck, "we," she stopped talking to suck on his earlobe, teeth gently stroking it.
Jack groaned.
"Flew in." She finished, pulling back to smirk at him.
"Carter." He stopped, looking at her, suddenly conscious that she was all his. Completely and utterly. Screw pesky things like marriage and bonding ceremonies. The woman giving him bedroom eyes who had her hand stroking down his chest was all his without any stupid trappings.
"You're mine, too, you know." Her lips quirked into a grin.
"How did --"
She leaned closer, her lips grazing his cheek. "Because I can read your mind."
"You," he started her, then shifted, flopping onto his back so that she was on top of him. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, "are evil."
"God, I hope so."
He flicked his thumbs across her nipples experimentally, and was rewarded with her breath catching. So he did it again. This time she let out a soft little moan. Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he began gently rolling one nipple while flicking the other with his thumb. More sounds escaped the woman half-laying on top of him. Sighs and gasps, and soon she was pushing against his hands, mutely begging for more.
So he shifted and wriggled until her breasts were on a level with his mouth and pulled her closer to his lips.
A moan of anticipation escaped her, and he smirked, breathing out slowly on one nipple while his thumb and fingers played with the other. She groaned a protest, arching against him, pushing her breast against his lips. Unable to resist he snaked out his tongue and licked across her nipple.
The sound she made was more than enough to make him do it again.
He was beginning to like the catalogue of sounds Sam Carter made when in the middle of ecstacy. Drawing the nipple into his mouth, he sucked at it, listening to her breathing and wordless whimpers.
After all, if she was going to demand sex, he was going to do it right. And make her scream.
There really was nothing more satisfying than making Samantha Carter choke off her scream of pleasure because she was still just that little bit repressed. She'd actually seemed embarrassed about it, afterwards. He'd just been smug.
Her hand threaded into his hair and she tugged. "Jack."
Teeth grazed her nipple, and she let out a strangled sound.
"Jack."
He sighed and released his treat with a last gentle bite, reveling in the gasp she produced. "What?"
"What are you doing?" She was staring down at him, flushed and perplexed.
"...Carter, if I have to explain what I'm doing, I'm very disturbed."
She blinked, "Well, I get what you're doing, I'm just trying to understand why you're taking so long."
"I like to be thorough." He pinched the nipple still in his grasp, and smirked as she groaned. "Besides," he pinched it again, "you sound really hot when you do that."
"You're going to drive me insane."
"That's the plan." He went back to it.
Several minutes later, she was writhing against him, gasping for breath. Finally deciding he'd had enough of her breasts for the moment, he slid her down and kissed her. Her mouth latched onto his hungrily, the same little sounds making themselves known at the back of her throat while one of her hands slid between them and found his aching dick. He broke the kiss and gasped.
"You. Suck." She informed him, twisting slightly and then sliding down onto him, her breath catching as he thrust upwards.
His hands went back to her breasts, and he caressed them then clutched at her shoulders as she did a twist with her hips that made his body jerk. "Carter--"
"No, no," she was almost giggling as she moved on him, in and out and up and around. "You had your turn, now it's mine."
"Unh," was all managed before her internal muscles clenched around him, and he discovered that there was a lot to be said for a woman being in control. Time stopped having any meaning, although Jack desperately tried to keep some sort of cadence before the woman riding him twisted, pushed and suddenly time was all on his side.
She ground against him as he came down, and the contact made him groan.
"Very nice, General." Her tone was smug.
He didn't need to ask to know she hadn't come, and he didn't waste a second, knowing he was swiftly tiring. With a move he'd learned in basic training, he flipped them over, and slid down until his fingers could replace his dick. She made a wordless sound that was almost a protest, and then his lips closed on the nipple he hadn't sucked.
Those sounds she'd been making before tripled. Jack felt a sense of satisfaction, sliding his fingers in and out and sucking and gently biting until with a growl (not a scream, this time, but he could live with that), she suddenly broke, every muscle spasming.
She went limp against him, gasping and shuddering, as if the intensity were all too much.
"God..." He felt her shift, and then she wriggled underneath him and he shifted so that she could move down enough until she could kiss him, lips grazing his nose and cheek before settling on his lips. She was still breathing hard when she pulled back, and he finally had to remove his fingers from inside of her. A soft sound that could have been a protest bubbled from her throat, and then she sighed.
Unfortunately, as great as it was to be draped across Samantha Carter, Jack figured it wasn't completely comfortable for her. So he shifted to one side, keeping as much contact as possible. "Now can we sleep?"
"Oh yeah." The words were half-slurred.
Jack gave her one last sleepy kiss, then settled down.
In the morning, they'd face Teal'c and Daniel, and a lake with no fish. He smirked. He'd finally gotten her fishing.
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Notes: Some of this has actually been sitting around for a while, without an end, and I needed more ideas for it. Luckily, Threads provided a fabulous amount. ;)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Set/Spoilers: THREADS. If you haven't seen it, turn back now.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: See the end, otherwise, I could spoil you.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Casting the Rod
by ALC Punk!
"So this is fishing."
"Mhmm." He wasn't moving. The world could be in danger, but he refused to move. His nose was buried in the side of Carter's neck, her legs (bare legs, really NICE bare legs) were tangled with his and one of her hands was threading its fingers through his hair. There were arms, too, and he was happy to discover that even now, her skin reacted with goose bumps when he absently stroked the side of her left breast.
"Didn't..." She shifted slightly, grazing more of his body with hers.
Hey. That was SO not fair.
"...expect it to be like this." Her voice lowered, the words not exactly breathless, but he seemed to recall a desperate need for air earlier.
So maybe that was it.
"Mmph." The nipple under his fingers was hardening ever so slowly as he brushed back and forth across it.
"Fishing, that is. I was really, y'know," the free hand waved in the air, sending a breeze across the drying sweat on their naked skin. "Expecting more sun. Lake. Fishing line. Maybe even some, I don't know, bait. You could show me how to tie flies, I'd secretly set the worms free..."
Worms free? Christ, the woman was insane.
And shifting again, and one foot was sliding up his bare leg, and -- guh. Ok. Maybe insanity was the best thing in the world if it made Sam Carter loosen up enough to do *this* to him. "Carter?" His lips were still buried in the junction of her neck and shoulder, but he was pretty sure she could understand him.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Go to sleep."
More movement, and the hand in his hair tightened slightly. "Not sleepy."
Dear god. She was pouting. He *knew* it. And he so refused to look and confirm his suspicion because then she would--
His train of thought derailed as her free hand slid down his side and dipped between them to find his suddenly very awake and interested other brain.
"See? You're not sleepy, either."
There was way too much satisfaction in her tone. The fingers slid along him, nails briefly scraping causing him to groan.
She giggled. "C'mon, Jack, wakey-wakey."
Wakey-wakey? Sam Carter said "Wakey-wakey"? All right. Who was this strange woman in his bed and where had his reliable and even-keeled Lieutenant Colonel gone?
Oh. Right.
The hand tightened.
Damn.
"Carter."
She was going to make him move, wasn't she. Going to drag him out of his happily sleepy state, the one which included cuddling and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms. And she was going to make him have sex with her.
Gosh, his life was hard.
He seriously wasn't sure if that was sarcasm or not.
Although, honestly, he wasn't sure whether to be disturbed or flattered. "You're insatiable." He informed her.
She stilled. "Is this a bad thing?"
Suddenly, the Sam Carter in his arms was stiff and unmoving. "No," he replied quickly, fingers caressing her. Mmmm... Carterskin. Right. Talking, Jack. "I just... was kind of surprised. And I'm an old man."
"I know." She suddenly shifted down in his arms and looked at him in the low light from the lamp in the hall. Tomorrow, Daniel and Teal'c would be there, and she wouldn't be just his anymore. Her fingers touched his cheek. "So much wasted time."
He kissed her. "Doesn't matter t'me." His hands slid down her body, and he smirked as she groaned.
"So, I suppose," she kissed his chin, "It's a good thing," his neck, "we," she stopped talking to suck on his earlobe, teeth gently stroking it.
Jack groaned.
"Flew in." She finished, pulling back to smirk at him.
"Carter." He stopped, looking at her, suddenly conscious that she was all his. Completely and utterly. Screw pesky things like marriage and bonding ceremonies. The woman giving him bedroom eyes who had her hand stroking down his chest was all his without any stupid trappings.
"You're mine, too, you know." Her lips quirked into a grin.
"How did --"
She leaned closer, her lips grazing his cheek. "Because I can read your mind."
"You," he started her, then shifted, flopping onto his back so that she was on top of him. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, "are evil."
"God, I hope so."
He flicked his thumbs across her nipples experimentally, and was rewarded with her breath catching. So he did it again. This time she let out a soft little moan. Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he began gently rolling one nipple while flicking the other with his thumb. More sounds escaped the woman half-laying on top of him. Sighs and gasps, and soon she was pushing against his hands, mutely begging for more.
So he shifted and wriggled until her breasts were on a level with his mouth and pulled her closer to his lips.
A moan of anticipation escaped her, and he smirked, breathing out slowly on one nipple while his thumb and fingers played with the other. She groaned a protest, arching against him, pushing her breast against his lips. Unable to resist he snaked out his tongue and licked across her nipple.
The sound she made was more than enough to make him do it again.
He was beginning to like the catalogue of sounds Sam Carter made when in the middle of ecstacy. Drawing the nipple into his mouth, he sucked at it, listening to her breathing and wordless whimpers.
After all, if she was going to demand sex, he was going to do it right. And make her scream.
There really was nothing more satisfying than making Samantha Carter choke off her scream of pleasure because she was still just that little bit repressed. She'd actually seemed embarrassed about it, afterwards. He'd just been smug.
Her hand threaded into his hair and she tugged. "Jack."
Teeth grazed her nipple, and she let out a strangled sound.
"Jack."
He sighed and released his treat with a last gentle bite, reveling in the gasp she produced. "What?"
"What are you doing?" She was staring down at him, flushed and perplexed.
"...Carter, if I have to explain what I'm doing, I'm very disturbed."
She blinked, "Well, I get what you're doing, I'm just trying to understand why you're taking so long."
"I like to be thorough." He pinched the nipple still in his grasp, and smirked as she groaned. "Besides," he pinched it again, "you sound really hot when you do that."
"You're going to drive me insane."
"That's the plan." He went back to it.
Several minutes later, she was writhing against him, gasping for breath. Finally deciding he'd had enough of her breasts for the moment, he slid her down and kissed her. Her mouth latched onto his hungrily, the same little sounds making themselves known at the back of her throat while one of her hands slid between them and found his aching dick. He broke the kiss and gasped.
"You. Suck." She informed him, twisting slightly and then sliding down onto him, her breath catching as he thrust upwards.
His hands went back to her breasts, and he caressed them then clutched at her shoulders as she did a twist with her hips that made his body jerk. "Carter--"
"No, no," she was almost giggling as she moved on him, in and out and up and around. "You had your turn, now it's mine."
"Unh," was all managed before her internal muscles clenched around him, and he discovered that there was a lot to be said for a woman being in control. Time stopped having any meaning, although Jack desperately tried to keep some sort of cadence before the woman riding him twisted, pushed and suddenly time was all on his side.
She ground against him as he came down, and the contact made him groan.
"Very nice, General." Her tone was smug.
He didn't need to ask to know she hadn't come, and he didn't waste a second, knowing he was swiftly tiring. With a move he'd learned in basic training, he flipped them over, and slid down until his fingers could replace his dick. She made a wordless sound that was almost a protest, and then his lips closed on the nipple he hadn't sucked.
Those sounds she'd been making before tripled. Jack felt a sense of satisfaction, sliding his fingers in and out and sucking and gently biting until with a growl (not a scream, this time, but he could live with that), she suddenly broke, every muscle spasming.
She went limp against him, gasping and shuddering, as if the intensity were all too much.
"God..." He felt her shift, and then she wriggled underneath him and he shifted so that she could move down enough until she could kiss him, lips grazing his nose and cheek before settling on his lips. She was still breathing hard when she pulled back, and he finally had to remove his fingers from inside of her. A soft sound that could have been a protest bubbled from her throat, and then she sighed.
Unfortunately, as great as it was to be draped across Samantha Carter, Jack figured it wasn't completely comfortable for her. So he shifted to one side, keeping as much contact as possible. "Now can we sleep?"
"Oh yeah." The words were half-slurred.
Jack gave her one last sleepy kiss, then settled down.
In the morning, they'd face Teal'c and Daniel, and a lake with no fish. He smirked. He'd finally gotten her fishing.
-f-
Notes: Some of this has actually been sitting around for a while, without an end, and I needed more ideas for it. Luckily, Threads provided a fabulous amount. ;)
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...*glee*
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Now to go finish more porn. *sigh* *is so overworked*
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Oh, I love that you're writing Sam/Jack smut again. And it's all soooooooooo good.
*bounces*
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*g* Thank you.
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Hee hee!
After all, if she was going to demand sex, he was going to do it right. And make her scream.
There really was nothing more satisfying than making Samantha Carter choke off her scream of pleasure because she was still just that little bit repressed. She'd actually seemed embarrassed about it, afterwards. He'd just been smug.
Bwah! So true!
"What are you doing?" She was staring down at him, flushed and perplexed.
"...Carter, if I have to explain what I'm doing, I'm very disturbed."
She blinked, "Well, I get what you're doing, I'm just trying to understand why you're taking so long."
"I like to be thorough." He pinched the nipple still in his grasp, and smirked as she groaned. "Besides," he pinched it again, "you sound really hot when you do that."
"You're going to drive me insane."
"That's the plan." He went back to it.
That's just cute. *sighs* Ah man. Jack is so gonna be whipped.
Dude! *adores this fic and cuddles it tightly*
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*smooches* Thank you.
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The tenderness and the snark levels were mixed just perfectly.
Free the worms! ;-)
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Thaaaaaaaankyou. :)
*munches* Need chocolate...
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*smooches*
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And just when I was craving good Threads!smut. You rock.
Gosh, his life was hard.
He seriously wasn't sure if that was sarcasm or not.
Favourite line ever!
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And, yeah. Jack is... Jack is SO screwed. ;)
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Heh, why yes. Yes, he is. *smirk*
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*shippy sigh*
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*can't stop grinning*
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*g* They're so cute and porny. *pats them*
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1) I love it
2) I am very tired so there was confusion at first - I was convinced they were out sitting on the deck naked with their feet in the water so I was all "Eek! They're going to fall in!" and then they were LYING on the deck which equalled splinters, and it was all worrying. And then I re-read it and it made sense.
3) Uh, that's not necessarily a *bad* idea, as long as they use lots of suntan lotion (and I'm sure they'd be happy to apply it to each other, so yeah)
4) While hot, it's also adorable, and that makes me very squeeful
5) I need to rewatch Threads sometime w/out fastforwarding through all the Daniel parts. *goes to look for it and Moebius*
6) I'm guessing that since you're not really into the S/J lurving any more this must be very boring so, uh, *waves*
7) OMG, foot trailing up leg kink!
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1. Eee!
2. Oops?
3. Lots and lots. And Jack says that he will make extra-sure Sam has LOTS.
4. Awwww.
5. The Daniel parts are... good for mocking Oma. Yes.
6. Bah! I still like them! (witness the subtext level 19 visit on Sages, dude) I just... have slipped kinda sideways.
7. Mm. Yes.
*smooches* Thank you =)