SG1 Fic: Surrender (T/V) NC-17
Title: Surrender
Author: Chris
prompt-in-a-box: Round #10
Prompt from Round #1, stunt_muppet: "Surrender"
Word Count: 1983
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just an unusual pairing
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairing/Character: It would ruin the surprise, but they begin with T and V
Summary: Sometimes you have to surrender to get what you want.
Timeline: Season 9+ for character reasons
Author's Note: I am a fan of odd pairings *coughSamDanielcough* so this is one of my "what?" pairings. I do love them, they are good together.
In anticipation she moaned his name, shifting impatiently under his firm hands, gliding over her milky white skin, as he breathed lightly and watched her in fascination.
She faded in and out, only taking in glimpses of her surroundings. Lights, bright lights, darkness, curtains, hushed whispers, chairs scrapping, her hand being held, more lights, more darkness, another low voice keeping her anchored.
“I don’t see why you still do it then,” she said, glancing around his quarters. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the dim light that he seemed to prefer to shroud his room in.
“It gives me peace,” he simply answered. Once more he closed his eyes and she was forced into silence. She tried to sit cross-legged like he did, keeping her hands in her lap, not stare into the flickering light too long, let go, let go…
“Am I supposed to be getting anything?” she asked, leaning toward him. His eye popped open and he regarded her for a second.
“No, I do not believe so.” He paused and added, “Nor am I.”
Bleeping. That was what jarred her awake suddenly. It was an insane screech of a steady line of bleeps. Wearily she looked around and, as if she was listening through water, heard voices from beyond the curtain. “Hold him down.” “Doctor Lam is on her way.” “Jesus, tell her he will need surgery. His stitches busted.” She faded, wanting to reach beyond the haze and know. But a hand resting on hers, light as a feather, yet with just enough weight, sent her calmly back into her dream.
They sat with their backs to the bed, unwrapping chocolate bars and small jell-o cups. Abandoning any hope of relaxing they had turned to something else - talking. She was surprised how easily his words came when they were alone, unwatched and not having to observe. The silence was filled with whispers and laughing.
She shook her head and looked at him. “You miss not having your own home?”
“This is my home. There is not much I require that I cannot get here,” he said, setting another empty cup aside.
“Well, that’s true. But I mean like do you miss not having your own place and people to come back too?”
He regarded her for a moment. “Like a mate?”
She blushed in spite of herself. “Ya, I guess so.”
“I do wish to have a companion, however there not many prospects here.”
“The pickings are pretty slim,” she agreed a bit hastily.
“I do not mean there are not people who I,” he paused, as if trying to choose the right word. “I desire, rather it is not many feel the same.”
“Oh, yes, that would be a dilemma,” she said, studying her candy bar once more.
“Water,” she croaked, reaching a hand out. She paused, and examined her hand. It was bandaged. She tried to bring it closer, but another hand pushed it down and presented a straw, which she hoped lead to liquid. She took two sips and felt a new wave of sleep crash over her. “Thanks,” she slurred. She strained her ears to listen to the reply but was gone again.
His hand brushed away her hair, sending a shock through her body, and ended in her core. She looked up at him to ask what he wanted, but the moment seemed to be wrong. She simply let herself be surrounded in the silence.
“Surrender to the moment,” his cool voice said, lulling her into an unusual calm. “Let your body relax, focus on the present.” His hand brushed another strand of hair over her shoulder.
She couldn’t help but sigh when his hands stopped touching hers. The tiny spark that passed between them grounded her in the moment, making it etch into her brain, trying to figure out what was exactly happening. Surely the touches were not meant for her to feel anything. But still when his hand came back to rest over her hand that was on her knee she couldn’t help but smile.
There were hands on her. She was aware of that, but as she tried to awaken, a cloud passed over her, suppressing her once more. “The wound is bad. We will keep cleaning it, and dressing it lightly. I’ll keep a nurse on stand by should she be in any more pain.” She tried to crawl through the cloud, desperate to find out what they were talking about. A wall of lingering hurt hit her, as she heard the talking voices once more. “I think she knows you are here. Don’t worry, she is strong and will pull through.” “Thank you Doctor Lam. I believe I shall wait her until she awakens again.”
His lips on her temple, reciting something in a foreign tongue, was a surprise. It was intimate and seductive, calming and innocent at the same time. His low chanting had caused her whole body to relax, erasing the tension from the previous mission, from the previous hours of waiting for some break. It did nothing for her sexual want however, especially when she felt his hands rest lightly under her breasts, pushing and letting go to help her get into a breathing rhythm.
“You know, this could be misconduct,” she whispered. He gave a breathy laugh and whispered her name. It felt like velvet on her skin, so dark, deep and seductive.
She broke contact with him and turned toward him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were making a claim.”
“I have known some time now how your feelings have grown. I believed you wanted this outcome,” he said, withdrawing and looking perplexed.
She sighed and smiled, reminding herself he wasn’t as forward as she was, nor was he versed in the way she liked to play games. She decided quick and direct was the best way to get her point across. Closing the gap between them, she pressed her lips to his, falling into him as his arms encircled her.
The voice floated around her again, but this time it was low, intimate, only for her. She tried to focus through the sudden pain that shot across her body, tried to reach out and grab a hold of the words. “You need to get better.” “The team is worried. I am worried.” “I should have protected you from the blast.” “It was reckless to walk in front of me when the enemy was coming toward us.” She smiled in any form she could and wanted to reach for his hand, to tell him it was ok, she was alive, he wasn’t to blame, and she would always be reckless. And she would get better - for him.
He lifted her and turned her around, setting her on the bed they had been leaning against. His hands brushed her hair off her shoulders, watching as it spread around her head. She imagined a halo like effect, but was quickly ready to shed that and clothes if it meant getting closer to him. Sensing her urgency, his fingers quickly undid the buttons of her top, scooping her up as he pulled her arms free. She quickly wrapped them and her legs tighter around his body.
“Please,” she whispered as he broke the kiss to look at her. “I can’t wait much longer.”
One hand pushed her shirt up, which she shed without wasting too much contact, as the other hand pushed her pants open and down. She bucked into him, smiling as she felt his own need, helping the pants slid further down. His fingers did not waste any time as he trailed them up her leg, cupping her heat and laying another kiss on her lips as he slowly slid a finger inside her.
Her cry was strangled in the intensity of his mouth, consuming hers. Eyes fluttered closed as he worked a second thick finger into her sex, curving them to hit her spot and send jolts of bliss through her body. She moaned his name in anticipation, his hand on her milky white skin.
“She woke up for some minutes, enough to tell us if there was still pain. I put her on some meds again this morning, but she is coming out of the shock. I think the pain of the burns sent her body into protective mode more than anything else.” A voice. Doctor Lam. She registered it, filed the information away, tried to recall herself talking, awake. But nothing came, and nothing felt good at the moment. Floating, she heard one other voice before slipping back into a restful, medication induced, slumber, knowing soon she would be able to keep her eyes open and tell him how she felt.
She traced the lines on his chest, working her way down as she spread her fingers over the wide expanse of his chest. His hand closed over his stomach and she stroked them, giving him a smile, she worked on his pants, watching his eyes as she freed his length. She stroked it, feeling it glide over her hand, imagining him in her, making her scream, making her come, making her his.
She moaned as she startled his legs, playing with him, teasing his balls, watching under heavy lids how he reached for her. He too smiled, shifted and sat up, his hands cupping her breasts, nipping at her shoulder and sliding down to her wet sex. He fingered her once more, making her arch her back and press her sex, his hand, against his length, begging him to take her.
“I’m ready, please!” she cried into his ear, biting his neck and grazing her teeth over his lips. “Dear God, please.”
He turned her on her back and carefully slipped into her, capturing her cries with his lips, moaning deeply as he penetrated her deeper, deeper, deeper, ripping her soul out and surrendering them both to the fire.
“You are awake,” he said, closing the curtain.
“Yes I am.” She smoothed the sheets around her with her good hand. “I remember some things about the mission.”
“I should have insisted you walk behind me.”
She laughed and gave him a pointed stare. “If you haven’t learned by now, Muscles, I don’t let anyone lead me.”
He looked her over, lingering on her bandaged arm, and than into her eyes. A sliver of a smile, only for her, ghosted his lips as he came nearer. Leaning down he let his lips grace over her cheek before whispering, “That is not what you stated before the mission, Vala Mal Doran. I believe your exact words were ‘I surrender myself to you totally,’ I believe that also means my protection and lead.”
Vala flipped her hair over her shoulder and shivered at the close contact. “Well, at the time I was rather naked and very in need of guidance. I had, after all, lost my pants.”
Teal’c pulled away and rearranged his face, looking down at her. “You will vex me for a long time will you not.”
Vala raised an eyebrow at the statement. “I think that was supposed to be a question, which the answer is, yes, as long as you want me around. Or before I get blown up walking in front of you.”
He frowned and nodded. “I would indeed like to share,” he paused and looked behind him, and leaned forward once more, “your time. I shall work on you being more responsible, on missions.”
“Don’t try to change a person all at once, huh Muscles?” she said, giving a laugh. “As long as you don’t mind a little… freedom in the bedroom.”
He pulled back as the curtain around her bed was shoved away to reveal the rest of her team, waiting to come in. Teal’c regarded them for a moment before stepping back and giving a small smile at Vala.
“Indeed.”
Author: Chris
prompt-in-a-box: Round #10
Prompt from Round #1, stunt_muppet: "Surrender"
Word Count: 1983
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just an unusual pairing
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairing/Character: It would ruin the surprise, but they begin with T and V
Summary: Sometimes you have to surrender to get what you want.
Timeline: Season 9+ for character reasons
Author's Note: I am a fan of odd pairings *coughSamDanielcough* so this is one of my "what?" pairings. I do love them, they are good together.
In anticipation she moaned his name, shifting impatiently under his firm hands, gliding over her milky white skin, as he breathed lightly and watched her in fascination.
She faded in and out, only taking in glimpses of her surroundings. Lights, bright lights, darkness, curtains, hushed whispers, chairs scrapping, her hand being held, more lights, more darkness, another low voice keeping her anchored.
“I don’t see why you still do it then,” she said, glancing around his quarters. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the dim light that he seemed to prefer to shroud his room in.
“It gives me peace,” he simply answered. Once more he closed his eyes and she was forced into silence. She tried to sit cross-legged like he did, keeping her hands in her lap, not stare into the flickering light too long, let go, let go…
“Am I supposed to be getting anything?” she asked, leaning toward him. His eye popped open and he regarded her for a second.
“No, I do not believe so.” He paused and added, “Nor am I.”
Bleeping. That was what jarred her awake suddenly. It was an insane screech of a steady line of bleeps. Wearily she looked around and, as if she was listening through water, heard voices from beyond the curtain. “Hold him down.” “Doctor Lam is on her way.” “Jesus, tell her he will need surgery. His stitches busted.” She faded, wanting to reach beyond the haze and know. But a hand resting on hers, light as a feather, yet with just enough weight, sent her calmly back into her dream.
They sat with their backs to the bed, unwrapping chocolate bars and small jell-o cups. Abandoning any hope of relaxing they had turned to something else - talking. She was surprised how easily his words came when they were alone, unwatched and not having to observe. The silence was filled with whispers and laughing.
She shook her head and looked at him. “You miss not having your own home?”
“This is my home. There is not much I require that I cannot get here,” he said, setting another empty cup aside.
“Well, that’s true. But I mean like do you miss not having your own place and people to come back too?”
He regarded her for a moment. “Like a mate?”
She blushed in spite of herself. “Ya, I guess so.”
“I do wish to have a companion, however there not many prospects here.”
“The pickings are pretty slim,” she agreed a bit hastily.
“I do not mean there are not people who I,” he paused, as if trying to choose the right word. “I desire, rather it is not many feel the same.”
“Oh, yes, that would be a dilemma,” she said, studying her candy bar once more.
“Water,” she croaked, reaching a hand out. She paused, and examined her hand. It was bandaged. She tried to bring it closer, but another hand pushed it down and presented a straw, which she hoped lead to liquid. She took two sips and felt a new wave of sleep crash over her. “Thanks,” she slurred. She strained her ears to listen to the reply but was gone again.
His hand brushed away her hair, sending a shock through her body, and ended in her core. She looked up at him to ask what he wanted, but the moment seemed to be wrong. She simply let herself be surrounded in the silence.
“Surrender to the moment,” his cool voice said, lulling her into an unusual calm. “Let your body relax, focus on the present.” His hand brushed another strand of hair over her shoulder.
She couldn’t help but sigh when his hands stopped touching hers. The tiny spark that passed between them grounded her in the moment, making it etch into her brain, trying to figure out what was exactly happening. Surely the touches were not meant for her to feel anything. But still when his hand came back to rest over her hand that was on her knee she couldn’t help but smile.
There were hands on her. She was aware of that, but as she tried to awaken, a cloud passed over her, suppressing her once more. “The wound is bad. We will keep cleaning it, and dressing it lightly. I’ll keep a nurse on stand by should she be in any more pain.” She tried to crawl through the cloud, desperate to find out what they were talking about. A wall of lingering hurt hit her, as she heard the talking voices once more. “I think she knows you are here. Don’t worry, she is strong and will pull through.” “Thank you Doctor Lam. I believe I shall wait her until she awakens again.”
His lips on her temple, reciting something in a foreign tongue, was a surprise. It was intimate and seductive, calming and innocent at the same time. His low chanting had caused her whole body to relax, erasing the tension from the previous mission, from the previous hours of waiting for some break. It did nothing for her sexual want however, especially when she felt his hands rest lightly under her breasts, pushing and letting go to help her get into a breathing rhythm.
“You know, this could be misconduct,” she whispered. He gave a breathy laugh and whispered her name. It felt like velvet on her skin, so dark, deep and seductive.
She broke contact with him and turned toward him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were making a claim.”
“I have known some time now how your feelings have grown. I believed you wanted this outcome,” he said, withdrawing and looking perplexed.
She sighed and smiled, reminding herself he wasn’t as forward as she was, nor was he versed in the way she liked to play games. She decided quick and direct was the best way to get her point across. Closing the gap between them, she pressed her lips to his, falling into him as his arms encircled her.
The voice floated around her again, but this time it was low, intimate, only for her. She tried to focus through the sudden pain that shot across her body, tried to reach out and grab a hold of the words. “You need to get better.” “The team is worried. I am worried.” “I should have protected you from the blast.” “It was reckless to walk in front of me when the enemy was coming toward us.” She smiled in any form she could and wanted to reach for his hand, to tell him it was ok, she was alive, he wasn’t to blame, and she would always be reckless. And she would get better - for him.
He lifted her and turned her around, setting her on the bed they had been leaning against. His hands brushed her hair off her shoulders, watching as it spread around her head. She imagined a halo like effect, but was quickly ready to shed that and clothes if it meant getting closer to him. Sensing her urgency, his fingers quickly undid the buttons of her top, scooping her up as he pulled her arms free. She quickly wrapped them and her legs tighter around his body.
“Please,” she whispered as he broke the kiss to look at her. “I can’t wait much longer.”
One hand pushed her shirt up, which she shed without wasting too much contact, as the other hand pushed her pants open and down. She bucked into him, smiling as she felt his own need, helping the pants slid further down. His fingers did not waste any time as he trailed them up her leg, cupping her heat and laying another kiss on her lips as he slowly slid a finger inside her.
Her cry was strangled in the intensity of his mouth, consuming hers. Eyes fluttered closed as he worked a second thick finger into her sex, curving them to hit her spot and send jolts of bliss through her body. She moaned his name in anticipation, his hand on her milky white skin.
“She woke up for some minutes, enough to tell us if there was still pain. I put her on some meds again this morning, but she is coming out of the shock. I think the pain of the burns sent her body into protective mode more than anything else.” A voice. Doctor Lam. She registered it, filed the information away, tried to recall herself talking, awake. But nothing came, and nothing felt good at the moment. Floating, she heard one other voice before slipping back into a restful, medication induced, slumber, knowing soon she would be able to keep her eyes open and tell him how she felt.
She traced the lines on his chest, working her way down as she spread her fingers over the wide expanse of his chest. His hand closed over his stomach and she stroked them, giving him a smile, she worked on his pants, watching his eyes as she freed his length. She stroked it, feeling it glide over her hand, imagining him in her, making her scream, making her come, making her his.
She moaned as she startled his legs, playing with him, teasing his balls, watching under heavy lids how he reached for her. He too smiled, shifted and sat up, his hands cupping her breasts, nipping at her shoulder and sliding down to her wet sex. He fingered her once more, making her arch her back and press her sex, his hand, against his length, begging him to take her.
“I’m ready, please!” she cried into his ear, biting his neck and grazing her teeth over his lips. “Dear God, please.”
He turned her on her back and carefully slipped into her, capturing her cries with his lips, moaning deeply as he penetrated her deeper, deeper, deeper, ripping her soul out and surrendering them both to the fire.
“You are awake,” he said, closing the curtain.
“Yes I am.” She smoothed the sheets around her with her good hand. “I remember some things about the mission.”
“I should have insisted you walk behind me.”
She laughed and gave him a pointed stare. “If you haven’t learned by now, Muscles, I don’t let anyone lead me.”
He looked her over, lingering on her bandaged arm, and than into her eyes. A sliver of a smile, only for her, ghosted his lips as he came nearer. Leaning down he let his lips grace over her cheek before whispering, “That is not what you stated before the mission, Vala Mal Doran. I believe your exact words were ‘I surrender myself to you totally,’ I believe that also means my protection and lead.”
Vala flipped her hair over her shoulder and shivered at the close contact. “Well, at the time I was rather naked and very in need of guidance. I had, after all, lost my pants.”
Teal’c pulled away and rearranged his face, looking down at her. “You will vex me for a long time will you not.”
Vala raised an eyebrow at the statement. “I think that was supposed to be a question, which the answer is, yes, as long as you want me around. Or before I get blown up walking in front of you.”
He frowned and nodded. “I would indeed like to share,” he paused and looked behind him, and leaned forward once more, “your time. I shall work on you being more responsible, on missions.”
“Don’t try to change a person all at once, huh Muscles?” she said, giving a laugh. “As long as you don’t mind a little… freedom in the bedroom.”
He pulled back as the curtain around her bed was shoved away to reveal the rest of her team, waiting to come in. Teal’c regarded them for a moment before stepping back and giving a small smile at Vala.
“Indeed.”