SGA: Dance Partners (Lorne/OFC, NC-17)
And I figure I should move this over here just cause I like to have what I've written in one place for easy finding. That and I kinda want proof that I actually wrote something slightly porny *lol* Cause I still don't believe it.
Title: Dance Partners
Pairing: Lorne/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle. Prompt - SGA, Lorne/OFC, stranded
He wasn’t thinking about how they’d basically stranded him on the planet 12 hours earlier. Play nice with the Nollans, Major, Sheppard said. Only slightly more truthful than Dr. Weir’s The Nollans seem to be an interesting people. It would be worthwhile for us to cultivate a relationship with them.
They told him to not come back until they had new trading partners.
But he wasn’t thinking about that while her hands were slipping easily under her bra… or the leather… thing that functioned as her top or a bra or god, not that it mattered because it was on the floor and Lorne sunk down onto the pile of cushions to watch. Her skin was dark, creamy… the Catherine Zeta-Jones of the Pegasus Galaxy, but he wouldn’t think of that until after. Now she was standing over him, smiling ever so slightly as her hands brushed lightly over her hips, slipping the gauze that had functioned as her skirt down her thighs to rest pooled at his feet.
And she stood there, watching him. “You look surprised, Major Lorne,” she said quietly. She brought her finger up and licked it, slowly, letting her tongue trace the edge of her finger once, twice, three times around until she brought it down to play with her nipple, enjoying the way his mouth opened slightly and silently as she hardened under her own touch.
“I am.” His voice betrayed his calm exterior, hitching in his throat as he spoke.
Her hand slipped from her breast, trailing down her stomach. His mouth went dry as her fingers danced over her clit, sliding up and down and… oh god, she was wet. He could see it on her fingers and smell it in the air and god, it had been too long since he’d been with a woman, and here was one, a beautiful one, just standing there…
“Katrin,” he moaned, trying to shift on the cushions and make himself more comfortable. The leather pants he’d been forced into for the trade dance were starting to constrict him and he could feel his cock straining against the unforgiving leather uncomfortably.
Her skin was flushed. Even in the dim candlelight he could tell that her skin was flushed. “Do you want me?” she asked simply, her fingers still pleasuring herself as she waited for him to gather his thoughts enough to respond coherently.
Yes, he didn’t quite say as he grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him. He’d wanted her since the counsel chief motioned for her to come forward as his dance partner for the trading ritual. He’d forced himself to think of anything other than her body pressed against his and her leg wrapped around his as they dipped and moved and danced to the drum beat off to the side away from the circle. He thought he had imagined the brushes of her hand against him, the whispers in his ear, the soft moan as her body curled down, hips pressed against his in the final dip.
He’s not sure how his pants came off, but the next thing he realized was her hovering over him on her elbows, his cock tantalizingly close. One thrust up, it would only take one thrust up. “Katrin,” he murmured, holding himself back and settling for a kiss, tasting her full lips for the first time that evening.
“Major,” Katrin chuckled, lowering herself slowly, ever so slowly, down the length of his cock. “Don’t hesitate,” she whispered. “I chose you hours ago. I chose this hours ago.”
“Evan,” Lorne groaned, gripping her hips as she took all of him into her. “Just Evan.”
“Evan,” Katrin repeated, letting the name roll over her tongue.
He gave up on holding back, wrapping an arm around her and rolling her over as he thrust up into her. She gasped each time he did, her lips curling up in a grin as curled down on her, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking, rolling his tongue around her, and sucking. Sucking and thrusting and unable to hide a feeling of triumph as Katrin gasped, nails clawing into his back as she came, shuddering underneath him and wrapping her leg around his waist to hold him inside of her as long as possible. He lost it then, his own release coming violently as she held him.
He collapsed on top of her, tucking his head into the crook of her neck as she mumbled soft words in his ear. “Nolla welcomes her friends, the Atlanteans,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “You will be good partners.”
Title: Dance Partners
Pairing: Lorne/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle. Prompt - SGA, Lorne/OFC, stranded
He wasn’t thinking about how they’d basically stranded him on the planet 12 hours earlier. Play nice with the Nollans, Major, Sheppard said. Only slightly more truthful than Dr. Weir’s The Nollans seem to be an interesting people. It would be worthwhile for us to cultivate a relationship with them.
They told him to not come back until they had new trading partners.
But he wasn’t thinking about that while her hands were slipping easily under her bra… or the leather… thing that functioned as her top or a bra or god, not that it mattered because it was on the floor and Lorne sunk down onto the pile of cushions to watch. Her skin was dark, creamy… the Catherine Zeta-Jones of the Pegasus Galaxy, but he wouldn’t think of that until after. Now she was standing over him, smiling ever so slightly as her hands brushed lightly over her hips, slipping the gauze that had functioned as her skirt down her thighs to rest pooled at his feet.
And she stood there, watching him. “You look surprised, Major Lorne,” she said quietly. She brought her finger up and licked it, slowly, letting her tongue trace the edge of her finger once, twice, three times around until she brought it down to play with her nipple, enjoying the way his mouth opened slightly and silently as she hardened under her own touch.
“I am.” His voice betrayed his calm exterior, hitching in his throat as he spoke.
Her hand slipped from her breast, trailing down her stomach. His mouth went dry as her fingers danced over her clit, sliding up and down and… oh god, she was wet. He could see it on her fingers and smell it in the air and god, it had been too long since he’d been with a woman, and here was one, a beautiful one, just standing there…
“Katrin,” he moaned, trying to shift on the cushions and make himself more comfortable. The leather pants he’d been forced into for the trade dance were starting to constrict him and he could feel his cock straining against the unforgiving leather uncomfortably.
Her skin was flushed. Even in the dim candlelight he could tell that her skin was flushed. “Do you want me?” she asked simply, her fingers still pleasuring herself as she waited for him to gather his thoughts enough to respond coherently.
Yes, he didn’t quite say as he grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him. He’d wanted her since the counsel chief motioned for her to come forward as his dance partner for the trading ritual. He’d forced himself to think of anything other than her body pressed against his and her leg wrapped around his as they dipped and moved and danced to the drum beat off to the side away from the circle. He thought he had imagined the brushes of her hand against him, the whispers in his ear, the soft moan as her body curled down, hips pressed against his in the final dip.
He’s not sure how his pants came off, but the next thing he realized was her hovering over him on her elbows, his cock tantalizingly close. One thrust up, it would only take one thrust up. “Katrin,” he murmured, holding himself back and settling for a kiss, tasting her full lips for the first time that evening.
“Major,” Katrin chuckled, lowering herself slowly, ever so slowly, down the length of his cock. “Don’t hesitate,” she whispered. “I chose you hours ago. I chose this hours ago.”
“Evan,” Lorne groaned, gripping her hips as she took all of him into her. “Just Evan.”
“Evan,” Katrin repeated, letting the name roll over her tongue.
He gave up on holding back, wrapping an arm around her and rolling her over as he thrust up into her. She gasped each time he did, her lips curling up in a grin as curled down on her, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking, rolling his tongue around her, and sucking. Sucking and thrusting and unable to hide a feeling of triumph as Katrin gasped, nails clawing into his back as she came, shuddering underneath him and wrapping her leg around his waist to hold him inside of her as long as possible. He lost it then, his own release coming violently as she held him.
He collapsed on top of her, tucking his head into the crook of her neck as she mumbled soft words in his ear. “Nolla welcomes her friends, the Atlanteans,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “You will be good partners.”