scam: sg-1. pr0n.

[lyssie]

Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: R. ish. Sex.
Set: Season one.
Notes: This one is all nos' fault. Who gave it a look-see, which means that it doesn't suck now. So you should all thank her. (It was also inspired by the one she just posted, which is also good, so you should all read it)
Pairing: c'mon, guess already.

New-made Religion
by ALC Punk!

Colonel Jack O'Neill is fucking her against bricks. It should be raining, Sam thinks.

She has no words to describe the feelings running through her brain, instead arching, head almost slamming into the wall. He manages a particularly hard thrust, and a sound escapes her that's halfway between a cry and a moan.

Fingers dig into her hips, and she welcomes the pain. It's real.

His eyes are closed, or maybe he's just trying not to think, too. "Sara..." His voice chokes off because she tightens around him, feeling the throb as he loses his control to her machinations.

No answer.

One last twist, and he's breaking against her, mouth open as he gasps, again. "Sara."

She wonders if he hears himself, and then blocks the thought away. It doesn't matter, it can't matter, they're only doing this because he almost died and she almost died and Daniel did die (although he's better now), and Teal'c is still in the infirmary.

He sags into her, and she touches the back of his neck, enjoying the feel of him. "I almost died."

"Yes." His lips graze her throat.

I'm not Sara. But she doesn't say it.

She whimpers when his fingers slide into her, catching her off guard. The thoughts in her head scatter. And she didn't want to think about this anyway.

Captain Sam Carter is perfectly capable of analyzing data from a hundred different sources, but she refuses to understand being fucked against an alley wall by her commanding officer. Even when that man isn't calling her by name. And she figures that's fitting as his fingers drive into her and her head slams into the wall again.

He drags her shirt open, and a choking growl escapes her as his lips close on her nipple, teeth nibbling at it as his fingers find just *that* spot, and she finds herself falling.

Falling, falling, and she can see the bullets twisting Daniel around, his arms not catching him when he falls.

The tears on her face she refuses to acknowledge, just as she refuses to recognize his awkward kiss for what it is. An apology, a goodbye, a benediction. Maybe even his way of saying no, I don't love you.

She doesn't love him, she thinks as he leaves her standing there in the alley. Pulling her skirt down, straightening her shirt, she wonders if love has any meaning anyway.

-f-

Comments

[livilla.livejournal.com]

Oooooh... *shivers* You rock muchly. This is so in character. Jack was very much still hung up on Sara, and it fits perfectly him calling Sam that.

*pets them* I love my little, broken dolls.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. *bounces happily*

I don't know that he would, sober, but I figure they're both slightly drunk (enough to fuck in an alley without considering the consequences). And I like this idea. And it was Nos's, and she's really evil.

[livilla.livejournal.com]

*giant grin* You are very welcome! (Lyssie!bouncing OMG!)

*nods* Good point. They definitely wouldn't have been doing that sober. It's a great idea. And yes, all evidence I've seen points to Nos being evil. And I only know her by reputation.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I was sugared...

I love teh Nos, though. For she makes me do evil things...

[livilla.livejournal.com]

Happy! *plots to get you sugared more often*

For this, she shall be praised and worshipped. *nods*

[surreallis.livejournal.com]

Oh god, that was a truly wonderful little piece of angst. It felt so very Sam-ish too, I'm not sure why. *licks you*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Sam is now not speaking to me, but that's ok. ;)

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

I love it when you do evilsamjack pr0n. *whimpers and crawls back into bed*

:)

I love what livilla commented... "I lvoe my little, broken dolls" OH! *clings to knees!*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Awww. I could... try doing fluff, later?

And I love that line, too. Heheheheh. *ravish*

[woodface]

*whimpers*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*cuddles*

[fallenbelle.livejournal.com]

*melancholic sigh* The angst is so pretty! Seriously, I loved it. Every time I read one of those fics where Jack tells Sam he loved her the moment he first lay eyes on her, I wanna rip my hair out.

No, he didn't. Now I'll buy lust at first sight, perhaps, but certainly not love. That came with time and such. As you so beautifully point out, he was still in love with Sara the first season. Or else he wouldn't be writing her letters in Brief Candle or calling for her in Solitudes.

Thank you for being such a wonderful writer. *grins*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)

I've always been behind the lust at first sight thing. And they grew into loving each other without realizing it. And there was this whole co-dependent phase....

And, of course, season six when they'd gotten cranky and old married couple at each other. ;)

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

I was reading through much of your angsty, evil, beautiful fic, and it was making me feel bad for writing fluff. Then I got here, and I suddenly realized that the world needs fluff writers like me, so that after you get done torturing the characters, I step in and make them do totally OOC things like make out on missions for no particular reason. Which is fun bad. *hangs head in shame*

But mostly I just wanted to say I love your fic(s).

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I write fluff, too! Just.. not as much as, say, Little Red, or Karma Aster. However, one should never feel bad for writing fluff.

And thank you for the compliment. =)

I'm glad you've enjoyed them.