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Not written for the porn battle--Diversion (in which Sam and Jack start kissing because it's totally a distraction, really) was written for the 2007 Pornucopia.
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surreallis mentioned that we needed a sequel, and while I agreed and started writing it right away, it's been languishing in my WIP folder. So I finally finished it, or near enough.
The sex waits until they are on another planet. No sense in hanging around where they're not wanted.
Or--where they are wanted.
They're barely inside their room before Sam jumps him. He honestly wasn't expecting it--not that he'd forgotten, but escaping comes first, and the people here speak with this funny accent that makes it hard to understand--
Sam gives his lip a little bite, and he's suddenly right there.
"Mmmf! Carter!"
She's reaching for his belt, and he honestly never thought that she'd be quite so forthright about sex, but he's so okay with this. He leans forward and kisses her collarbone where it peeks out from her blouse, undoing her buttons one at a time, kissing each little bit of skin as it's revealed.
Finally, Jack slides his hands over her skin, brushing her breasts through her bra for the time being. Sam shivers and pauses in her attack at Jack's own tucked-in shirt. Jack kisses her while she shrugs her arms out of her sleeves, and that feels so, so good that they don't do anything else for a few moments.
Sam moans. Jack pulls back, and they breathe together, Jack watching Sam's chest rise and fall. He trails a finger down her neck, between her breasts. Sam's watching him with her eyes wide open, fighting to take even breaths, and he smirks and reaches behind her, unfastens her bra, thanking god that some skills don't fade too much with time.
"Jack," she says--and it doesn't sound quite as odd as he thought it would--, "Jack," she repeats, "You're proud of yourself, aren't you?"
Her tone is amused rather than annoyed, so he just continues helping her out of her bra and nuzzles her bare breast.
"Oh, yeah."
And then Sam does something Jack never, ever thought he'd hear again--especially in this context. She giggles.
Well, more like chuckles. But still!
"What--"
But she's ahead of him, attacking his shirt and pants with a vengeance, then sliding off the bed quickly to unhook her skirt, letting it pool around her feet and stepping out.
"Up by the headboard," Sam orders, and Jack raises an eyebrow. Sam doesn't move. "I want to be on top. Like we were in the bar."
And Sam Carter giving orders while naked is too hot to ignore. Jack moves so he's sitting with his back against the headboard. Sam climbs up after him, kneeling astride his thighs. She moves to kiss him, but he'll be damned if he lets her do all the work. He reaches between them, slides his hand between her thighs, and this is so much better without cloth in the way.
Sam grinds down on his hand.
"Just like the bar," he says.
"Not quite," she gasps, and then she lifts up and guides him in. It's slow as she adjusts around him, and the whole time she looks at him. It's too much, and he has to fight to keep his eyes on hers. Too soon, finally, she closes her eyes, leans against him. She uses his shoulders to create leverage, and he puts his hands on her hips to guide her.
They don't last long. Sam comes wordlessly, fingers digging into his flesh, and he follows not long after with her muscles still clenching around him.
Sam has her face turned into his neck, and it's nice, really, but--
"Carter, the bed is digging into my neck."
She laughs against him and moves. They slide down onto the mattress, and it's only a little awkward while they try to figure out where arms and legs go.
Finally they settle down. Jack reaches out and touches Sam's face, and she closes her eyes. Jack can feel himself smiling, even as his own eyes close and he drifts asleep.
surreallis mentioned that we needed a sequel, and while I agreed and started writing it right away, it's been languishing in my WIP folder. So I finally finished it, or near enough.The sex waits until they are on another planet. No sense in hanging around where they're not wanted.
Or--where they are wanted.
They're barely inside their room before Sam jumps him. He honestly wasn't expecting it--not that he'd forgotten, but escaping comes first, and the people here speak with this funny accent that makes it hard to understand--
Sam gives his lip a little bite, and he's suddenly right there.
"Mmmf! Carter!"
She's reaching for his belt, and he honestly never thought that she'd be quite so forthright about sex, but he's so okay with this. He leans forward and kisses her collarbone where it peeks out from her blouse, undoing her buttons one at a time, kissing each little bit of skin as it's revealed.
Finally, Jack slides his hands over her skin, brushing her breasts through her bra for the time being. Sam shivers and pauses in her attack at Jack's own tucked-in shirt. Jack kisses her while she shrugs her arms out of her sleeves, and that feels so, so good that they don't do anything else for a few moments.
Sam moans. Jack pulls back, and they breathe together, Jack watching Sam's chest rise and fall. He trails a finger down her neck, between her breasts. Sam's watching him with her eyes wide open, fighting to take even breaths, and he smirks and reaches behind her, unfastens her bra, thanking god that some skills don't fade too much with time.
"Jack," she says--and it doesn't sound quite as odd as he thought it would--, "Jack," she repeats, "You're proud of yourself, aren't you?"
Her tone is amused rather than annoyed, so he just continues helping her out of her bra and nuzzles her bare breast.
"Oh, yeah."
And then Sam does something Jack never, ever thought he'd hear again--especially in this context. She giggles.
Well, more like chuckles. But still!
"What--"
But she's ahead of him, attacking his shirt and pants with a vengeance, then sliding off the bed quickly to unhook her skirt, letting it pool around her feet and stepping out.
"Up by the headboard," Sam orders, and Jack raises an eyebrow. Sam doesn't move. "I want to be on top. Like we were in the bar."
And Sam Carter giving orders while naked is too hot to ignore. Jack moves so he's sitting with his back against the headboard. Sam climbs up after him, kneeling astride his thighs. She moves to kiss him, but he'll be damned if he lets her do all the work. He reaches between them, slides his hand between her thighs, and this is so much better without cloth in the way.
Sam grinds down on his hand.
"Just like the bar," he says.
"Not quite," she gasps, and then she lifts up and guides him in. It's slow as she adjusts around him, and the whole time she looks at him. It's too much, and he has to fight to keep his eyes on hers. Too soon, finally, she closes her eyes, leans against him. She uses his shoulders to create leverage, and he puts his hands on her hips to guide her.
They don't last long. Sam comes wordlessly, fingers digging into his flesh, and he follows not long after with her muscles still clenching around him.
Sam has her face turned into his neck, and it's nice, really, but--
"Carter, the bed is digging into my neck."
She laughs against him and moves. They slide down onto the mattress, and it's only a little awkward while they try to figure out where arms and legs go.
Finally they settle down. Jack reaches out and touches Sam's face, and she closes her eyes. Jack can feel himself smiling, even as his own eyes close and he drifts asleep.
