"Some Party," J/T, S/J, J/D
It's short, but it was like pulling teeth to get it outta the muse, let me tell ya... ;-)
Title: Some Party
Author: Geonn
Pairing: Janet/Teal'c, Sam/Jonas, Jack/Daniel
Category: Humor, Adult
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Stargate and characters are the property of MGM, Gekko, etc. Mainly you need to know no one with the name of Geonn owns the deed to these people.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where it's gonna be.
Note: Set after "The Changeling."
Spoilers: "The Changeling," "Metamorphosis,"
Summary: A carafe of Jaffa wine leads to quite a shindig...
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Janet woke and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to remember the night before. All she could remember were small, gray glasses with wide mouths. She closed her eyes, focusing on the glasses... what had been in them? Whiskey? No, she didn't have any whiskey in the house, not with Cassandra there. Her head was pounding... she remembered... spilling. The light blue drink had spilled onto someone wearing a pale yellow shirt.
Teal'c! Teal'c had been wearing the shirt! She was certain of it, because she remembered when he had taken it off to clean the stain she had seen the quickly-healing scar of his pouch.
His pouch... something about his pouch...
Her eyes opened. Why had she... why would she... have licked Teal'c's abs? She distinctly remembered kneeling in front of him, her hands on his pecs, her tongue trailing up the washboard-flat muscles of his stomach... she could still taste the sweat, taste his flesh.
She sat up in bed, the sheet falling away to reveal she wasn't wearing her standard nightshirt. Or any nightshirt, for that matter. She clutched the sheet to her bare breasts and put a hand to her forehead. 'Start at the beginning,' she told herself. 'SG-1 was having a party. You offered your house because Cassandra is having an overnight trip with a friend. She remembered the big bottle Teal'c had brought, remembered O'Neill pouring it into the little gray cups...
Her mind flashed on her laundry room, a topless Teal'c, her lips affixed to one of his nipples.
She had spilled her drink, she'd taken him into the laundry room and... She vividly remembered Teal'c lifting his arms above his head, letting her tug the shirt up and away from his body. She could still smell the heady scent of his flesh, the sweat on his body and she had instinctively kissed him on the chest. She had knelt on the floor, she had tugged his jeans open, she had--
Wow. He had been in her mouth. Against the dryer, her tongue swirling, his hips thrusting, her hands groping, his face sweating, her lips stretching, his muscles clenching...
Wait.
Why could she still... smell... him...
She turned her head slowly to the side and saw his broad, black, bare back spread out on the mattress next to her. Janet's eyes widened and she slowly lay back down. She stared at the ceiling, chewing on her bottom lip. Teal'c's arm sleepily stretched out and caressed her stomach.
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Sam had held her liquor well, for most of the night. The beers Jack had brought didn't even phase her. So she very clearly remembered standing and asking Jonas to dance. She clearly remembered laying her head on his shoulder and she remembered making a very conscious decision to keep dancing even when a slow song came on the stereo. She had even told O'Neill not to skip to the next track, enjoying the act of dancing with a man.
It's after the little gray cups came out that she was a little hazy on.
She wasn't sure how she'd ended up in Janet's guest room, on top of the coats, straddling Jonas and trying to open his jeans. She wasn't sure where their condoms had come from, although she suspected the Colonel had given the Kelownan a supply as a joke after he learned of the man's crush on Nurse Rush. All she could really remember after that was flashes of sex.
Throwing the coats onto the floor, wrapping her legs around Jonas as he pressed her against the wall.
She remembered being on her knees in front of him, resting on her elbows and whispering encouragement to him over her shoulder as he took his position behind her. His hands on her ass, his... oh, yeah. She definitely remembered that.
And she remembered letting him... God, no, she never would have done that... would she?
Her ears were burning as she sat up, pulling a coat off her midsection and blinking as she tried to focus on the room. There was a clock on the night stand, but the numbers were nothing more than red blurs. Behind her, Jonas stirred and brought his hand up, touching her bare back. Sam shuddered and rolled over, laying on top of him and kissing him again. Maybe this time she'd remember more than the highlights.
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Jack sat on the couch, blearily trying to remember the outstanding dream he'd just had.
Fraiser and Teal'c had disappeared into the laundry room after the Doc spilled her drink on him. He had a vague idea of where they had been headed, and a suspicious of why they'd never returned to the party.
Carter and Jonas, on the other hand, there was NO question where THEY had gone off to. Sam had practically undressed Jonas in the middle of the living room; it had been discretion on the Kelownan's part to shift Sam towards the hall and into the bedroom. From then on, Jack heard the one-of-a-kind soundtrack that couldn't be mistaken... unless Jonas was killing her. And she was trying to kill him in return.
He had laid his head back, trying to ignore the sounds of sex as he waited for his buzz to diminish enough to drive. He must've fallen asleep; that's the only explanation. He chuckled at the ludicrous sex dream he'd had. Maybe it was because he knew both women were occupied. That's why he had dreamt of Daniel. But god, wet dreams had never felt that real before. And he'd never had a blow job quite like that before.
He remembered looking down and seeing Daniel between his legs, remembered being unsurprised and unzipping his fly for his missing friend. Why would he have done that if it had been real? Had to have been a dream. A very vivid dream. He sighed and moved his hand to his crotch, surprised to find himself... exposed. He quickly tucked himself into his jeans, awake and nervously looking around to see if anyone was around to see him.
Shakily, he stood and pushed aside the little gray cups of Jaffa liquor Teal'c had provided for him. He pressed the palm of his hand against his eyes and stumbled for the door. "Some party," he muttered.
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"Some party," Sam sighed, rolling off Jonas as the front door slammed shut.
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"Some party," Janet said against Teal'c's shoulder.
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/Where were you?/ Oma asked.
/Oh.../ Daniel replied. /Just... some party./
Title: Some Party
Author: Geonn
Pairing: Janet/Teal'c, Sam/Jonas, Jack/Daniel
Category: Humor, Adult
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Stargate and characters are the property of MGM, Gekko, etc. Mainly you need to know no one with the name of Geonn owns the deed to these people.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where it's gonna be.
Note: Set after "The Changeling."
Spoilers: "The Changeling," "Metamorphosis,"
Summary: A carafe of Jaffa wine leads to quite a shindig...
______________________________________________________________
Janet woke and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to remember the night before. All she could remember were small, gray glasses with wide mouths. She closed her eyes, focusing on the glasses... what had been in them? Whiskey? No, she didn't have any whiskey in the house, not with Cassandra there. Her head was pounding... she remembered... spilling. The light blue drink had spilled onto someone wearing a pale yellow shirt.
Teal'c! Teal'c had been wearing the shirt! She was certain of it, because she remembered when he had taken it off to clean the stain she had seen the quickly-healing scar of his pouch.
His pouch... something about his pouch...
Her eyes opened. Why had she... why would she... have licked Teal'c's abs? She distinctly remembered kneeling in front of him, her hands on his pecs, her tongue trailing up the washboard-flat muscles of his stomach... she could still taste the sweat, taste his flesh.
She sat up in bed, the sheet falling away to reveal she wasn't wearing her standard nightshirt. Or any nightshirt, for that matter. She clutched the sheet to her bare breasts and put a hand to her forehead. 'Start at the beginning,' she told herself. 'SG-1 was having a party. You offered your house because Cassandra is having an overnight trip with a friend. She remembered the big bottle Teal'c had brought, remembered O'Neill pouring it into the little gray cups...
Her mind flashed on her laundry room, a topless Teal'c, her lips affixed to one of his nipples.
She had spilled her drink, she'd taken him into the laundry room and... She vividly remembered Teal'c lifting his arms above his head, letting her tug the shirt up and away from his body. She could still smell the heady scent of his flesh, the sweat on his body and she had instinctively kissed him on the chest. She had knelt on the floor, she had tugged his jeans open, she had--
Wow. He had been in her mouth. Against the dryer, her tongue swirling, his hips thrusting, her hands groping, his face sweating, her lips stretching, his muscles clenching...
Wait.
Why could she still... smell... him...
She turned her head slowly to the side and saw his broad, black, bare back spread out on the mattress next to her. Janet's eyes widened and she slowly lay back down. She stared at the ceiling, chewing on her bottom lip. Teal'c's arm sleepily stretched out and caressed her stomach.
---
Sam had held her liquor well, for most of the night. The beers Jack had brought didn't even phase her. So she very clearly remembered standing and asking Jonas to dance. She clearly remembered laying her head on his shoulder and she remembered making a very conscious decision to keep dancing even when a slow song came on the stereo. She had even told O'Neill not to skip to the next track, enjoying the act of dancing with a man.
It's after the little gray cups came out that she was a little hazy on.
She wasn't sure how she'd ended up in Janet's guest room, on top of the coats, straddling Jonas and trying to open his jeans. She wasn't sure where their condoms had come from, although she suspected the Colonel had given the Kelownan a supply as a joke after he learned of the man's crush on Nurse Rush. All she could really remember after that was flashes of sex.
Throwing the coats onto the floor, wrapping her legs around Jonas as he pressed her against the wall.
She remembered being on her knees in front of him, resting on her elbows and whispering encouragement to him over her shoulder as he took his position behind her. His hands on her ass, his... oh, yeah. She definitely remembered that.
And she remembered letting him... God, no, she never would have done that... would she?
Her ears were burning as she sat up, pulling a coat off her midsection and blinking as she tried to focus on the room. There was a clock on the night stand, but the numbers were nothing more than red blurs. Behind her, Jonas stirred and brought his hand up, touching her bare back. Sam shuddered and rolled over, laying on top of him and kissing him again. Maybe this time she'd remember more than the highlights.
---
Jack sat on the couch, blearily trying to remember the outstanding dream he'd just had.
Fraiser and Teal'c had disappeared into the laundry room after the Doc spilled her drink on him. He had a vague idea of where they had been headed, and a suspicious of why they'd never returned to the party.
Carter and Jonas, on the other hand, there was NO question where THEY had gone off to. Sam had practically undressed Jonas in the middle of the living room; it had been discretion on the Kelownan's part to shift Sam towards the hall and into the bedroom. From then on, Jack heard the one-of-a-kind soundtrack that couldn't be mistaken... unless Jonas was killing her. And she was trying to kill him in return.
He had laid his head back, trying to ignore the sounds of sex as he waited for his buzz to diminish enough to drive. He must've fallen asleep; that's the only explanation. He chuckled at the ludicrous sex dream he'd had. Maybe it was because he knew both women were occupied. That's why he had dreamt of Daniel. But god, wet dreams had never felt that real before. And he'd never had a blow job quite like that before.
He remembered looking down and seeing Daniel between his legs, remembered being unsurprised and unzipping his fly for his missing friend. Why would he have done that if it had been real? Had to have been a dream. A very vivid dream. He sighed and moved his hand to his crotch, surprised to find himself... exposed. He quickly tucked himself into his jeans, awake and nervously looking around to see if anyone was around to see him.
Shakily, he stood and pushed aside the little gray cups of Jaffa liquor Teal'c had provided for him. He pressed the palm of his hand against his eyes and stumbled for the door. "Some party," he muttered.
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"Some party," Sam sighed, rolling off Jonas as the front door slammed shut.
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"Some party," Janet said against Teal'c's shoulder.
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/Where were you?/ Oma asked.
/Oh.../ Daniel replied. /Just... some party./