SG1 Vala/Cam fic: Performance Appraisal (NC-17) Part 2 of 2
Cam takes Vala on the date he promised her at the end of Training Day. http://damnedscientist.livejournal.com/10050.html
Smut ensues.
Possibly the last part of my series of six fics pairing Vala up with other SGC people: I’m really not sure how I could follow this! Anyway, if you decide, for whatever reason, you don’t want to consider this as part of that series, then that is your prerogative: It’s only fanfic. Also, apologies for dropping the ball on characterisations a bit in this fic: I tried, but couldn’t ‘square the circles’ any better.
Warning: This fic is very smutty indeed. I’m not kidding with the NC-17 rating.
This is Part 2 of this fic. You will want to read Part 1 first. http://damnedscientist.livejournal.com/14803.html
Three: Entree
“Do you fancy coming back to mine for coffee?” Cam had asked as they’d left the restaurant and he’d helped her climb into his Mustang. Vala had no idea why he was being so coy about asking her back to his and what they might do when they got there - after all, they’d both been broadcasting their intentions to each other at full volume throughout the meal. It was just one of those weird, inexplicable Tau’ri things, she supposed.
She knew he’d been stealing glances at her legs for the whole drive back to his place. She’d positively encouraged it. The dress, with its tendency to display her long legs to good effect, seemed to work perfectly in catching his eye and his imagination and driving his anticipation to new heights. It sometimes concealed, sometimes provided him tantalising hints of the intriguing discoveries within. She would have to remember how effective such a garment, in combination with the right setting and accessories, could be in firing up a human male’s ardour. Or rather Cam’s ardour - at that moment, he was the only male on her mind.
She crossed her legs again for his benefit, briefly exposing a long length of thigh, a stocking top and the tiniest hint of bare skin as the two sides of her dress slid apart. She smiled to herself as, with faux modesty, she pulled the dress back into a more demure arrangement. She noticed with satisfaction and more than a little flash of excitement of her own, how his eyes seemed drawn to the sight - how he kept taking quick glances away from the road, towards her. His reaction to her was turning her on immensely, so she could only imagine the effect it was having on him.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she chuckled.
“Honey, you’re making it hard…” he responded.
She casually let her hand stroll across to his lap. “So I can tell!” she snorted, cupping him gently.
“Vala!” Cam admonished, his voice almost squeaking as he unsuccessfully tried to push her tenacious hand away. “You’re gonna cause an accident!”
“On the road, or in your trousers?” she enquired with a laugh before giving him a final, encouraging squeeze before pulling back her hand. She pulled the fabric of her skirt across her thigh. Cam muttered his thanks and the car fell silent for a minute or so whilst she dreamt up her next wile.
‘~’
The front door to Cam’s place had barely slammed shut behind them before Vala found him pressing up against her, backing her towards the wall, his lips as eager and as busy as his hands. The weight of his body against hers caused her to take a step backwards, and she might even have fallen if one of his arms hadn’t been pulling her against him with all of his considerable strength. She eagerly repaid his caresses with her own as she allowed herself to be pushed back the final couple of steps against the wall, bracing herself against him by taking a firm hold of his buttocks.
Cam’s mouth moved across Vala’s exposed neck towards her mouth, seeking a response but seemingly content to shower her skin with kisses regardless. As their mouths met she returned his attentions, snaking her tongue over his, biting at his lip before backing off just enough to trail her nose past his on her way to renewing the kiss with their faces meeting on the opposite cheeks. After a few seconds his busy lips were off again, trailing across her other cheek towards the delicate skin beneath her ear. He nibbled at her earlobe and she let out a sigh of pleasure, arching her neck to give his mouth better access. She felt her hair clip come free, presumably in his hand, and she shook her head slightly to encourage her hair to cascade down her neck and across her shoulders like an ebony waterfall. She wasn’t surprised that this seemed to encourage his attention to an even more amorous intensity, the nipping at her ear growing more urgent, delivering an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.
“Vala… I want to…” he growled. She didn’t need to hear what he wanted because it was pretty clear: her. Vala’s hand trailed around his hip to deliver her reply, seeking out the promising bulge in his trousers. It was satisfyingly, almost alarmingly large. His sentence trailed off into a moan of pleasure and anticipation as her hand cupped and then tightened around him.
“I know…” she growled back, her own excitement equally high, albeit less obviously so to any hypothetical disinterested observer who might have been watching.
His left hand was still exploring her backside, alternately cupping it and roaming around in the general vicinity, as though looking for something. His fingers paused over her suspender strap, as though confirming the treats in store for him later. Having done so, his caressing hand followed the line of it down to the top of her leg, settling there for a while both to gather and to impart new sensations. His right hand, meanwhile, was trying to work out the fastening at the back of her dress. As though she was going to help him with that, she laughed to herself? She wanted the moment to last. Besides, he had prior practice with working the zip, so what on Earth was taking him so long? Still, his left hand was undaunted by the delay: It was busy again, hitching up her skirt, seeking access to the flesh beneath. She was delighted at the realisation that all of her efforts and flirting were now seemingly bound to come to a head soon, one way or another.
Of course, Vala had no intention of being the only one of them to soon lose some clothing. It wouldn’t do for him to get ahead of her in the race to getting the other undressed. She stopped cupping his ample bulge in order to tug his belt free, before determinedly working open the button and then the zip on his trousers. Her hand snaked inside his trousers, long fingers seeking out and curling round his shaft. It had been a while since she’d been with a man, but she didn’t recall any of her previous lovers being this big. She gave a gentle stroke and, even pressed in the confined space between them, his cock jolted against her fingers in response. Her heart raced, beating hotly in her throat at the thought of the size of him, even as his mouth groaned her name into her neck.
“Is this ALL yours?” Vala chuckled in reply, squeezing him for emphasis, even as she felt the zip on the back of her dress finally begin to move.
“You betcha!” Cam confirmed. “Well, all yours, too, I guess.” He added. Vala licked her suddenly dry lips at the thought.
“Don’t worry, I can handle big,” she told him, swiftly flicking her wide eyes between his face and his largely obscured groin. She stroked him again for emphasis and he let out a groan of pleasure in response. His hand, the one on her zip, now seemed to have made it as far as her waist. He grinned and stepped back just enough to allow his hands to ease the garment down off her shoulders and over her hips. “Wow!” he remarked, his eyes hungrily sweeping down and back up, taking in the magnificent view of her which his efforts had now revealed.
Vala raised her fingers to her lips, suppressing a giggle at the sight of him standing with his trousers round his ankles. A quizzical expression crossed his face. “Lose the shirt. And the shoes and socks.” She demanded with a dismissive flick of her wrist. “Quickly!”
“Yes, ma’am!” he saluted, already toeing off one of his shoes even as his hands tugged at his necktie. Vala took a step back, partly enjoying the comedic value of the show, partly enjoying the way his ravenous eyes never once left her own semi-dressed form. Within seconds all that remained of his clothing were his struggling white Calvins, which were making a valiant but ultimately doomed attempt to contain his erection.
She stepped back towards him, his hands wasting no time returning to their exploration of her backside and breast, hers deciding to familiarise themselves with the firm, ample muscles of his naked biceps and chest. “Bed!?” she suggested. He nodded eagerly. A second later she found herself swept aloft, one of his arms beneath her knees, the other beneath her shoulders. She considered her situation and her next move for a second before deciding to embrace the moment. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and settled back to enjoy the short ride to his bedchamber.
“Here we go,” Cam remarked as he set her down on the large, double bed. She rolled to face him, even as he lifted one knee onto the bed, ready to follow her. Her free hand moved swiftly to tug at the waistband of his Calvins even as her other hand moved to stabilise and prop up her torso.
With a single tug she jerked the Calvins down, his freed member almost banging against her cheek as it sprang free.
“Oh my God!” she growled appreciatively, taking in his naked form for the first time and earning herself a chuckle from Cam. She didn’t have to fake her reaction to boost his ego, like she might have had to do with some other men. He truly was enormous in the fully engorged flesh. She leant forwards and ran her tongue around the tip of him. He groaned, and one hand reached out and kneaded at her breast, whilst the other began to comb through the hair atop her head. She rolled her tongue against him and he groaned louder, his member bucking against her with delight. As the taste of him began to register on her tongue, she leant forwards again, slowly sucking him in, even as his hand gently encouraged her head forwards and onto him. She began to rock her head backwards and forwards across him while her hands snaked around his hips. Determined to deepen the contact between them she sank her recently manicured nails into his taut buttocks, causing him to groan with a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Vala!” Cam gasped. “We gotta slow it down, or…” she didn’t need him to spell out the ‘or what.’ Quickly she withdrew from him and rolled back onto her elbows, locking eyes with him as she went. One foot snaked up to gently bat at his erection. After a few seconds of revelling in the latest novel experience she was bestowing on him he caught her heel and slowly dropped to his knees, pulling her foot up towards his face.
“That tickles!” she chided, but a moment later the breath seemed to be sucked out of her as he pulled her toes into his mouth. The sensation was extraordinary, far more sensuous than it had any right to be. She tried to pull herself up towards him, but could not do so while he held her leg aloft. She could hear him chuckling between suckles on her big toe. And then he was off again, his tongue and his lips trailing their way across her foot and up her calf in a succession of kisses and licks. His mouth was followed closely by his equally attentive hands. Soon he had passed her knees and was headed up the inside of her thighs. Knowing where this latest development was likely to be leading she allowed her torso to fall back onto the bed and closed her eyes in anticipation of what he seemed to have in mind.
She was not disappointed.
Cam’s tongue and lips began exploring her in what, at first, seemed a leisurely, almost cursory manner. She levered her hips aloft and he read her signal and efficiently slipped her underwear down and away. To her surprise he then seemed to get distracted, trailing kisses around her thighs and stomach, circling her sex as though he were avoiding it. Vala sent one of her hands down to guide and encourage him, first by stroking the spiky, short hair on the back of his head and then by slowly moving him to where she wanted him and pressing him a little harder against her. Her gentle hints was rewarded with a steady deepening of his ministrations, his tongue eagerly laving at her centre, his stiff upper lip somehow managing to contribute to her pleasure too. Her hips began a slow roll in time with his attentions whilst a series of appreciative gasps and moans escaped her own, slacker lips in time with each new wave of sensory delight.
She soon felt her breathing quickening in synchrony with the rocking of her hips, her blood pumping ever more forcefully in what seemed like a hundred different pulse points. One of his hands clenched her buttock, pushing it up towards him, the other stole upwards and began caressing her breast, soon slipping beneath her bra and settling on peaking her nipple between thumb and finger. Her breathing quickened yet further and she felt the rush of climax approaching. Seeming to sense her growing exhilaration Cam redoubled and hastened his efforts.
Vala shivered and let out a rumbling groan as Cam’s attentions pushed her over the edge into her first climax. As her breathing subsided a little she glanced down to see him lift his head from between her thighs allowing him to grin up at her.
“Enjoy that?” he smirked.
Without bothering to dignify that with a reply she snagged his hand from her breast and gently pulled, encouraging him up alongside her, his fully engorged cock batting enticingly against her calf, knee then thigh as he moved up the bed. Encouraging him onto his back, she quickly moved to straddle him. One of his hands fell on her thigh, the other moved up to her breast: he seemed content to leave the stockings as they were and, if they encouraged his ardour as much as she suspected, then so was she. Her own hands fell to his chest, which she began to stroke, even as her hips began to set up a rocking rhythm against him. With each roll of her body she could feel him batting against the small of her back. She smiled down at him and he smiled back up. She knew that she would have to move down, to cover him. Soon, but not quite yet.
“Why are you out of uniform?” she teased with mock severity, tweaking his nose as she did so. Cam responded with a grin whilst simultaneously unhooking her bra and easing it away from her. She scowled at his silence in mock anger, but continued her caresses.
“Baby, if you want me to get dressed again…?,” He at last replied, his hand returning to her front to tease her nipple, causing it to peak even more, if that were possible. With a grin, she pushed her torso down towards him, all but forcing her breasts into his face. He suckled eagerly for a moment, switching from one to the other, before she pushed away from him again, sliding her hips back towards his whilst his hand took over from his lips, teeth and tongue in teasing her nipple.
She rocked backwards and forwards a couple of times and then Cam’s hand stole down from her breast to her hosiery. He pinged the light fabric. “Think we oughta lose these, babe?” She shrugged in partial agreement, but even as she did so, the tip of his cock, already thoroughly lubricated both by her saliva and their combined juices, stealthily slipped inside her entrance.
“Oh!” she breathed, her eyes rolling. She rocked a couple more times, enjoying the partial penetration before she lifted herself a couple of inches and lowered herself down on him, eagerly but slowly bearing down on him. He felt unbelievably tight against her - it had been a while since her body had had a man and she needed a moment to adjust again. His eyes and mouth opened wide and she felt his breathing quicken. She closed her eyes fully, her partial state of dress forgotten as she focussed on the exquisite sensation of taking him inside her. Her muscles slowly adjusted as he moved deeper and deeper and soon she felt herself come to rest against his thighs and hips.
She paused to revel in the moment, their pubic bones pressed together, him as deep inside her as it seemed possible for him to be, taking a few seconds before setting up a rolling rhythm. She leant forward slightly, teasing him with a swish of her hair, and he stretched up, striving and failing to take one of her breasts between his lips. She giggled as he failed, substituting a finger to tweak and roll her nipple. She leant back, savouring the way he moved against her as she did so, their entwined bodies now rocking against each other in earnest.
Her rhythm began to build, in intensity and frequency. Responding to her growing arousal, Cam joined in, rolling his hips back and forth in time with her. They seemed to Vala to be a perfect match, in every way imaginable. It was everything she had hoped it would be, and she could see from his face that he felt the same way.
“That’s good!” she groaned. She was lost in the moment now, transfixed as he moved against her and inside her. His hands were everywhere, rubbing her, kneading her, stroking her, and yet she longed for them to be sharing even more. She ran her own hands to and fro across his shoulders and chest, revelling in the feel of the taut muscle, straining to heighten their shared pleasure even further.
She opened her eyes and gasped, partly at the sight of him, looking back up at her, blues eyes filled with the joy of his lust for her being fulfilled, partly because she was now on the edge of climax. She rippled her inner muscles and rocked harder. He seemed to sense where she was, for he redoubled his own efforts, his hips canting in time with her own.
“Yes, Cam, yes!” she encouraged, angling her torso back, then forwards, trying to find the optimum angle for pleasure as her climax began to wash over her, sweeping her away.
“Oh!” he cried out in response, and she could feel him come inside her. A deluge of pleasure rushed upwards and outwards from her centre, a further climax sparked off by his. Even her toes were tingling. It seemed to last both for ever and yet also for just a fraction of a moment. It was everything, and yet she still wanted more. Slowly, the waves of pleasure began to recede.
Spent, she collapsed forward, shrouding both their heads in an ebony veil of hair. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her to him, whispering to her even as he nibbled in her earlobe. “We should do this again sometime.” She had to agree. For all that it had been glorious, now that it was over she wished it had lasted longer. In that moment she resolved that it was not over: as soon as he was able they would start again, And now that they had sated their initial mutual, animal lust, she was sure that neither of them would be in so much of a hurry next time.
“Mmm hmm. Sooner rather than later,” she purred in agreement, nuzzling into his embrace.
Four: Dessert
“Watcha watching?” Cam asked as he emerged from the shower. Vala lay naked, face-down on the bed, with her head at the foot end. She had propped her shoulders up using a cushion and her elbows and was watching Cam’s TV, with her lower legs crossed at the ankle and pointing to the ceiling.
“Oh, just some sci fi show. I think.” Vala called back, uncrossing and recrossing her ankles as she toyed with the remote.
“What’s happening?” He tossed aside the towel, giving her full view of his naked body, still glistening slightly from the humidity of the shower. Knowing they had plenty of time for another round of sex later, she refocused on answering his question.
“They’ve all been affected by some sort of aphrodisiac gas and now I reckon the leads are going to make out.”
“Sounds cool,” Cam remarked, settling on the bed beside her. One of his hands landed on Vala’s butt and began to play. She wiggled her hips encouragingly, although she didn’t take her eyes off the screen: The attractive, leather clad couple on the TV had been sitting back to back in a red and black, vaguely organic-looking corridor, each of them holding a handgun as though guarding for trouble. However, the leading lady seemed to have decided that she could watch the corridor just as well seated in her male companion’s lap, and, to the accompaniment of some startlingly cheesy music, began slowly lowering herself into that position, her breasts lingering at his eye level as she made herself comfortable.
“Do you think they look a bit like us?” Vala asked. “I think they look a bit like us.”
“Nah,” Cam dismissed her assertion, although she was sure he hadn’t really looked at the TV. She could feel his breath now, cool yet strangely also somehow hot, across her naked skin. He kissed her gently and then his teeth nibbled at her flesh. She let out a playful squeal. “You’ve got way-prettier hair.” Cam added, reaching up to curl a lustrous ebony strand in his other hand as though to emphasize his point.
“They do!” Vala protested, stretching an arm back, ostensibly to thwack him away but really to encourage him. “Maybe we were always meant to be together? Oh!” she exclaimed with pleasure as he nibbled at her once again, moving round her buttock towards her hip.
“You were louder than that before, believe it or not?” Cam smirked.
Vala giggled. She knew she’d been louder than that during their earlier love-making, and with good reason, too. She wondered what the neighbours thought, although she couldn’t say that she really cared should they be disapproving.
“Same birthmark, though,” Cam remarked, deepening his attentions. He frowned, wondering where in his subconscious that thought had come from. “Same sweet spot, too,” Vala would have heard him add, had she not been chewing on her bottom lip at that point, stars dancing before her closed eyes, ecstatic from the pleasures that his mouth was now bestowing on her.
The gaunt, interdimensional being once called Einstein by a certain lost Earthling regarded the happy couple with his unsmiling black eyes, recalling his last words to the human: “Your next journey may lead to a permanent unrealised reality.” Interesting. He was like a plague in her life. No matter the reality, though, she kept coming back to him.
The end
NOTES:
I appreciate that the end of this story is somewhat ambiguous and may lead to some readers asking ‘What the frell?’ I would like to note the following:
1. IMHO, all Cam/Vala fic is thinly-veiled John/Aeryn fic.
2. The Farscape episode 4x11, Unrealized Reality, made alternate, what-if versions of John and Aeryn canon for that show and
3. I didn’t plan this ending. It literally spilled out onto the page in the space of 10 minutes when I was trying to write the ending I had thought of. Which was just smut. And I liked this better, seeing as it had a bit of plot and made me seem less filthy-minded and more thoughtful, so I kept it. Some might say it was meant to be.
And that’s all I can think of to say. So, with that said, make of this ending what you will. Or not.
Smut ensues.
Possibly the last part of my series of six fics pairing Vala up with other SGC people: I’m really not sure how I could follow this! Anyway, if you decide, for whatever reason, you don’t want to consider this as part of that series, then that is your prerogative: It’s only fanfic. Also, apologies for dropping the ball on characterisations a bit in this fic: I tried, but couldn’t ‘square the circles’ any better.
Warning: This fic is very smutty indeed. I’m not kidding with the NC-17 rating.
This is Part 2 of this fic. You will want to read Part 1 first. http://damnedscientist.livejournal.com/14803.html
Three: Entree
“Do you fancy coming back to mine for coffee?” Cam had asked as they’d left the restaurant and he’d helped her climb into his Mustang. Vala had no idea why he was being so coy about asking her back to his and what they might do when they got there - after all, they’d both been broadcasting their intentions to each other at full volume throughout the meal. It was just one of those weird, inexplicable Tau’ri things, she supposed.
She knew he’d been stealing glances at her legs for the whole drive back to his place. She’d positively encouraged it. The dress, with its tendency to display her long legs to good effect, seemed to work perfectly in catching his eye and his imagination and driving his anticipation to new heights. It sometimes concealed, sometimes provided him tantalising hints of the intriguing discoveries within. She would have to remember how effective such a garment, in combination with the right setting and accessories, could be in firing up a human male’s ardour. Or rather Cam’s ardour - at that moment, he was the only male on her mind.
She crossed her legs again for his benefit, briefly exposing a long length of thigh, a stocking top and the tiniest hint of bare skin as the two sides of her dress slid apart. She smiled to herself as, with faux modesty, she pulled the dress back into a more demure arrangement. She noticed with satisfaction and more than a little flash of excitement of her own, how his eyes seemed drawn to the sight - how he kept taking quick glances away from the road, towards her. His reaction to her was turning her on immensely, so she could only imagine the effect it was having on him.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she chuckled.
“Honey, you’re making it hard…” he responded.
She casually let her hand stroll across to his lap. “So I can tell!” she snorted, cupping him gently.
“Vala!” Cam admonished, his voice almost squeaking as he unsuccessfully tried to push her tenacious hand away. “You’re gonna cause an accident!”
“On the road, or in your trousers?” she enquired with a laugh before giving him a final, encouraging squeeze before pulling back her hand. She pulled the fabric of her skirt across her thigh. Cam muttered his thanks and the car fell silent for a minute or so whilst she dreamt up her next wile.
‘~’
The front door to Cam’s place had barely slammed shut behind them before Vala found him pressing up against her, backing her towards the wall, his lips as eager and as busy as his hands. The weight of his body against hers caused her to take a step backwards, and she might even have fallen if one of his arms hadn’t been pulling her against him with all of his considerable strength. She eagerly repaid his caresses with her own as she allowed herself to be pushed back the final couple of steps against the wall, bracing herself against him by taking a firm hold of his buttocks.
Cam’s mouth moved across Vala’s exposed neck towards her mouth, seeking a response but seemingly content to shower her skin with kisses regardless. As their mouths met she returned his attentions, snaking her tongue over his, biting at his lip before backing off just enough to trail her nose past his on her way to renewing the kiss with their faces meeting on the opposite cheeks. After a few seconds his busy lips were off again, trailing across her other cheek towards the delicate skin beneath her ear. He nibbled at her earlobe and she let out a sigh of pleasure, arching her neck to give his mouth better access. She felt her hair clip come free, presumably in his hand, and she shook her head slightly to encourage her hair to cascade down her neck and across her shoulders like an ebony waterfall. She wasn’t surprised that this seemed to encourage his attention to an even more amorous intensity, the nipping at her ear growing more urgent, delivering an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.
“Vala… I want to…” he growled. She didn’t need to hear what he wanted because it was pretty clear: her. Vala’s hand trailed around his hip to deliver her reply, seeking out the promising bulge in his trousers. It was satisfyingly, almost alarmingly large. His sentence trailed off into a moan of pleasure and anticipation as her hand cupped and then tightened around him.
“I know…” she growled back, her own excitement equally high, albeit less obviously so to any hypothetical disinterested observer who might have been watching.
His left hand was still exploring her backside, alternately cupping it and roaming around in the general vicinity, as though looking for something. His fingers paused over her suspender strap, as though confirming the treats in store for him later. Having done so, his caressing hand followed the line of it down to the top of her leg, settling there for a while both to gather and to impart new sensations. His right hand, meanwhile, was trying to work out the fastening at the back of her dress. As though she was going to help him with that, she laughed to herself? She wanted the moment to last. Besides, he had prior practice with working the zip, so what on Earth was taking him so long? Still, his left hand was undaunted by the delay: It was busy again, hitching up her skirt, seeking access to the flesh beneath. She was delighted at the realisation that all of her efforts and flirting were now seemingly bound to come to a head soon, one way or another.
Of course, Vala had no intention of being the only one of them to soon lose some clothing. It wouldn’t do for him to get ahead of her in the race to getting the other undressed. She stopped cupping his ample bulge in order to tug his belt free, before determinedly working open the button and then the zip on his trousers. Her hand snaked inside his trousers, long fingers seeking out and curling round his shaft. It had been a while since she’d been with a man, but she didn’t recall any of her previous lovers being this big. She gave a gentle stroke and, even pressed in the confined space between them, his cock jolted against her fingers in response. Her heart raced, beating hotly in her throat at the thought of the size of him, even as his mouth groaned her name into her neck.
“Is this ALL yours?” Vala chuckled in reply, squeezing him for emphasis, even as she felt the zip on the back of her dress finally begin to move.
“You betcha!” Cam confirmed. “Well, all yours, too, I guess.” He added. Vala licked her suddenly dry lips at the thought.
“Don’t worry, I can handle big,” she told him, swiftly flicking her wide eyes between his face and his largely obscured groin. She stroked him again for emphasis and he let out a groan of pleasure in response. His hand, the one on her zip, now seemed to have made it as far as her waist. He grinned and stepped back just enough to allow his hands to ease the garment down off her shoulders and over her hips. “Wow!” he remarked, his eyes hungrily sweeping down and back up, taking in the magnificent view of her which his efforts had now revealed.
Vala raised her fingers to her lips, suppressing a giggle at the sight of him standing with his trousers round his ankles. A quizzical expression crossed his face. “Lose the shirt. And the shoes and socks.” She demanded with a dismissive flick of her wrist. “Quickly!”
“Yes, ma’am!” he saluted, already toeing off one of his shoes even as his hands tugged at his necktie. Vala took a step back, partly enjoying the comedic value of the show, partly enjoying the way his ravenous eyes never once left her own semi-dressed form. Within seconds all that remained of his clothing were his struggling white Calvins, which were making a valiant but ultimately doomed attempt to contain his erection.
She stepped back towards him, his hands wasting no time returning to their exploration of her backside and breast, hers deciding to familiarise themselves with the firm, ample muscles of his naked biceps and chest. “Bed!?” she suggested. He nodded eagerly. A second later she found herself swept aloft, one of his arms beneath her knees, the other beneath her shoulders. She considered her situation and her next move for a second before deciding to embrace the moment. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and settled back to enjoy the short ride to his bedchamber.
“Here we go,” Cam remarked as he set her down on the large, double bed. She rolled to face him, even as he lifted one knee onto the bed, ready to follow her. Her free hand moved swiftly to tug at the waistband of his Calvins even as her other hand moved to stabilise and prop up her torso.
With a single tug she jerked the Calvins down, his freed member almost banging against her cheek as it sprang free.
“Oh my God!” she growled appreciatively, taking in his naked form for the first time and earning herself a chuckle from Cam. She didn’t have to fake her reaction to boost his ego, like she might have had to do with some other men. He truly was enormous in the fully engorged flesh. She leant forwards and ran her tongue around the tip of him. He groaned, and one hand reached out and kneaded at her breast, whilst the other began to comb through the hair atop her head. She rolled her tongue against him and he groaned louder, his member bucking against her with delight. As the taste of him began to register on her tongue, she leant forwards again, slowly sucking him in, even as his hand gently encouraged her head forwards and onto him. She began to rock her head backwards and forwards across him while her hands snaked around his hips. Determined to deepen the contact between them she sank her recently manicured nails into his taut buttocks, causing him to groan with a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Vala!” Cam gasped. “We gotta slow it down, or…” she didn’t need him to spell out the ‘or what.’ Quickly she withdrew from him and rolled back onto her elbows, locking eyes with him as she went. One foot snaked up to gently bat at his erection. After a few seconds of revelling in the latest novel experience she was bestowing on him he caught her heel and slowly dropped to his knees, pulling her foot up towards his face.
“That tickles!” she chided, but a moment later the breath seemed to be sucked out of her as he pulled her toes into his mouth. The sensation was extraordinary, far more sensuous than it had any right to be. She tried to pull herself up towards him, but could not do so while he held her leg aloft. She could hear him chuckling between suckles on her big toe. And then he was off again, his tongue and his lips trailing their way across her foot and up her calf in a succession of kisses and licks. His mouth was followed closely by his equally attentive hands. Soon he had passed her knees and was headed up the inside of her thighs. Knowing where this latest development was likely to be leading she allowed her torso to fall back onto the bed and closed her eyes in anticipation of what he seemed to have in mind.
She was not disappointed.
Cam’s tongue and lips began exploring her in what, at first, seemed a leisurely, almost cursory manner. She levered her hips aloft and he read her signal and efficiently slipped her underwear down and away. To her surprise he then seemed to get distracted, trailing kisses around her thighs and stomach, circling her sex as though he were avoiding it. Vala sent one of her hands down to guide and encourage him, first by stroking the spiky, short hair on the back of his head and then by slowly moving him to where she wanted him and pressing him a little harder against her. Her gentle hints was rewarded with a steady deepening of his ministrations, his tongue eagerly laving at her centre, his stiff upper lip somehow managing to contribute to her pleasure too. Her hips began a slow roll in time with his attentions whilst a series of appreciative gasps and moans escaped her own, slacker lips in time with each new wave of sensory delight.
She soon felt her breathing quickening in synchrony with the rocking of her hips, her blood pumping ever more forcefully in what seemed like a hundred different pulse points. One of his hands clenched her buttock, pushing it up towards him, the other stole upwards and began caressing her breast, soon slipping beneath her bra and settling on peaking her nipple between thumb and finger. Her breathing quickened yet further and she felt the rush of climax approaching. Seeming to sense her growing exhilaration Cam redoubled and hastened his efforts.
Vala shivered and let out a rumbling groan as Cam’s attentions pushed her over the edge into her first climax. As her breathing subsided a little she glanced down to see him lift his head from between her thighs allowing him to grin up at her.
“Enjoy that?” he smirked.
Without bothering to dignify that with a reply she snagged his hand from her breast and gently pulled, encouraging him up alongside her, his fully engorged cock batting enticingly against her calf, knee then thigh as he moved up the bed. Encouraging him onto his back, she quickly moved to straddle him. One of his hands fell on her thigh, the other moved up to her breast: he seemed content to leave the stockings as they were and, if they encouraged his ardour as much as she suspected, then so was she. Her own hands fell to his chest, which she began to stroke, even as her hips began to set up a rocking rhythm against him. With each roll of her body she could feel him batting against the small of her back. She smiled down at him and he smiled back up. She knew that she would have to move down, to cover him. Soon, but not quite yet.
“Why are you out of uniform?” she teased with mock severity, tweaking his nose as she did so. Cam responded with a grin whilst simultaneously unhooking her bra and easing it away from her. She scowled at his silence in mock anger, but continued her caresses.
“Baby, if you want me to get dressed again…?,” He at last replied, his hand returning to her front to tease her nipple, causing it to peak even more, if that were possible. With a grin, she pushed her torso down towards him, all but forcing her breasts into his face. He suckled eagerly for a moment, switching from one to the other, before she pushed away from him again, sliding her hips back towards his whilst his hand took over from his lips, teeth and tongue in teasing her nipple.
She rocked backwards and forwards a couple of times and then Cam’s hand stole down from her breast to her hosiery. He pinged the light fabric. “Think we oughta lose these, babe?” She shrugged in partial agreement, but even as she did so, the tip of his cock, already thoroughly lubricated both by her saliva and their combined juices, stealthily slipped inside her entrance.
“Oh!” she breathed, her eyes rolling. She rocked a couple more times, enjoying the partial penetration before she lifted herself a couple of inches and lowered herself down on him, eagerly but slowly bearing down on him. He felt unbelievably tight against her - it had been a while since her body had had a man and she needed a moment to adjust again. His eyes and mouth opened wide and she felt his breathing quicken. She closed her eyes fully, her partial state of dress forgotten as she focussed on the exquisite sensation of taking him inside her. Her muscles slowly adjusted as he moved deeper and deeper and soon she felt herself come to rest against his thighs and hips.
She paused to revel in the moment, their pubic bones pressed together, him as deep inside her as it seemed possible for him to be, taking a few seconds before setting up a rolling rhythm. She leant forward slightly, teasing him with a swish of her hair, and he stretched up, striving and failing to take one of her breasts between his lips. She giggled as he failed, substituting a finger to tweak and roll her nipple. She leant back, savouring the way he moved against her as she did so, their entwined bodies now rocking against each other in earnest.
Her rhythm began to build, in intensity and frequency. Responding to her growing arousal, Cam joined in, rolling his hips back and forth in time with her. They seemed to Vala to be a perfect match, in every way imaginable. It was everything she had hoped it would be, and she could see from his face that he felt the same way.
“That’s good!” she groaned. She was lost in the moment now, transfixed as he moved against her and inside her. His hands were everywhere, rubbing her, kneading her, stroking her, and yet she longed for them to be sharing even more. She ran her own hands to and fro across his shoulders and chest, revelling in the feel of the taut muscle, straining to heighten their shared pleasure even further.
She opened her eyes and gasped, partly at the sight of him, looking back up at her, blues eyes filled with the joy of his lust for her being fulfilled, partly because she was now on the edge of climax. She rippled her inner muscles and rocked harder. He seemed to sense where she was, for he redoubled his own efforts, his hips canting in time with her own.
“Yes, Cam, yes!” she encouraged, angling her torso back, then forwards, trying to find the optimum angle for pleasure as her climax began to wash over her, sweeping her away.
“Oh!” he cried out in response, and she could feel him come inside her. A deluge of pleasure rushed upwards and outwards from her centre, a further climax sparked off by his. Even her toes were tingling. It seemed to last both for ever and yet also for just a fraction of a moment. It was everything, and yet she still wanted more. Slowly, the waves of pleasure began to recede.
Spent, she collapsed forward, shrouding both their heads in an ebony veil of hair. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her to him, whispering to her even as he nibbled in her earlobe. “We should do this again sometime.” She had to agree. For all that it had been glorious, now that it was over she wished it had lasted longer. In that moment she resolved that it was not over: as soon as he was able they would start again, And now that they had sated their initial mutual, animal lust, she was sure that neither of them would be in so much of a hurry next time.
“Mmm hmm. Sooner rather than later,” she purred in agreement, nuzzling into his embrace.
Four: Dessert
“Watcha watching?” Cam asked as he emerged from the shower. Vala lay naked, face-down on the bed, with her head at the foot end. She had propped her shoulders up using a cushion and her elbows and was watching Cam’s TV, with her lower legs crossed at the ankle and pointing to the ceiling.
“Oh, just some sci fi show. I think.” Vala called back, uncrossing and recrossing her ankles as she toyed with the remote.
“What’s happening?” He tossed aside the towel, giving her full view of his naked body, still glistening slightly from the humidity of the shower. Knowing they had plenty of time for another round of sex later, she refocused on answering his question.
“They’ve all been affected by some sort of aphrodisiac gas and now I reckon the leads are going to make out.”
“Sounds cool,” Cam remarked, settling on the bed beside her. One of his hands landed on Vala’s butt and began to play. She wiggled her hips encouragingly, although she didn’t take her eyes off the screen: The attractive, leather clad couple on the TV had been sitting back to back in a red and black, vaguely organic-looking corridor, each of them holding a handgun as though guarding for trouble. However, the leading lady seemed to have decided that she could watch the corridor just as well seated in her male companion’s lap, and, to the accompaniment of some startlingly cheesy music, began slowly lowering herself into that position, her breasts lingering at his eye level as she made herself comfortable.
“Do you think they look a bit like us?” Vala asked. “I think they look a bit like us.”
“Nah,” Cam dismissed her assertion, although she was sure he hadn’t really looked at the TV. She could feel his breath now, cool yet strangely also somehow hot, across her naked skin. He kissed her gently and then his teeth nibbled at her flesh. She let out a playful squeal. “You’ve got way-prettier hair.” Cam added, reaching up to curl a lustrous ebony strand in his other hand as though to emphasize his point.
“They do!” Vala protested, stretching an arm back, ostensibly to thwack him away but really to encourage him. “Maybe we were always meant to be together? Oh!” she exclaimed with pleasure as he nibbled at her once again, moving round her buttock towards her hip.
“You were louder than that before, believe it or not?” Cam smirked.
Vala giggled. She knew she’d been louder than that during their earlier love-making, and with good reason, too. She wondered what the neighbours thought, although she couldn’t say that she really cared should they be disapproving.
“Same birthmark, though,” Cam remarked, deepening his attentions. He frowned, wondering where in his subconscious that thought had come from. “Same sweet spot, too,” Vala would have heard him add, had she not been chewing on her bottom lip at that point, stars dancing before her closed eyes, ecstatic from the pleasures that his mouth was now bestowing on her.
The gaunt, interdimensional being once called Einstein by a certain lost Earthling regarded the happy couple with his unsmiling black eyes, recalling his last words to the human: “Your next journey may lead to a permanent unrealised reality.” Interesting. He was like a plague in her life. No matter the reality, though, she kept coming back to him.
The end
NOTES:
I appreciate that the end of this story is somewhat ambiguous and may lead to some readers asking ‘What the frell?’ I would like to note the following:
1. IMHO, all Cam/Vala fic is thinly-veiled John/Aeryn fic.
2. The Farscape episode 4x11, Unrealized Reality, made alternate, what-if versions of John and Aeryn canon for that show and
3. I didn’t plan this ending. It literally spilled out onto the page in the space of 10 minutes when I was trying to write the ending I had thought of. Which was just smut. And I liked this better, seeing as it had a bit of plot and made me seem less filthy-minded and more thoughtful, so I kept it. Some might say it was meant to be.
And that’s all I can think of to say. So, with that said, make of this ending what you will. Or not.