Profiler - Jack/Sam - Three Lovers
Title: Three Lovers
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: M, sexuality, minor bondage
Pairing: Jack/Samantha
Summary: Samantha has three lovers...
Author's Notes: This is a short drabble I wrote while I was at the office today for my friend roman_romantic who broke her arm on Tuesday, hope this cheers her up a little.
She never knew which man she would spend the night with.
There was the serial killer who would fill her nights with passion and violence. Together they would take a life, then mate violently on an adrenaline high. Sometimes he would push her roughly against a wall and other times they would collapse on the floor next to the body. Smeared with the blood of their victim, nothing mattered in those moments but the sensation of one another. He would say her name and she would answer with his, but no other words were spoken. None were necessary. When they drew blood together, their minds were one and they had perfect understanding. Sharp staccato stabs of ecstasy would pierce unendingly as they coupled furiously.
Then there was the merciless master who would dominate her and bend her to his will. He would bind her tightly and manipulate her flesh in a mixture of pain and pleasure that left her a raw bundle of nerves. Around her body the whip would sing as it cut through the air and would bit into her flesh. Her tormentor would murmur in her ear that she belonged to him, then mark her with his teeth until she would sob in agreement and eventually scream that she belonged to him. His hands would caress and then tighten around her throat as he covered her body with his. There were no safety words or time-outs on those nights, none were needed. Her life was in his hands and she felt safe in that knowledge. As he pushed her further past her threshold for pain and poured sweet poison into her ears, her world would shatter and she would climax violently.
And finally was the tender lover who worshipped her body and soul. He would lay her gently on a bed of satin and rose petals. Each touch tender and reverent as he caressed her flesh and took her to new heights of pleasure. His tongue would write poetry on her body and he would whisper tender words of love. Sometimes she would weep from the overwhelming emotions he elicited from her. He seemed to instinctively know how she wanted to be touched and the words she craved hearing. Pleasure would radiate through her veins leaving her dizzy and feeling as if she were floating.
Some nights she would spend the night with one of the three men, others she would spend the night with two of them or even all three. She never had any say in which man she saw, but Samantha didn't mind. They were all facets of the same man. They all were Jack.
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: M, sexuality, minor bondage
Pairing: Jack/Samantha
Summary: Samantha has three lovers...
Author's Notes: This is a short drabble I wrote while I was at the office today for my friend roman_romantic who broke her arm on Tuesday, hope this cheers her up a little.
She never knew which man she would spend the night with.
There was the serial killer who would fill her nights with passion and violence. Together they would take a life, then mate violently on an adrenaline high. Sometimes he would push her roughly against a wall and other times they would collapse on the floor next to the body. Smeared with the blood of their victim, nothing mattered in those moments but the sensation of one another. He would say her name and she would answer with his, but no other words were spoken. None were necessary. When they drew blood together, their minds were one and they had perfect understanding. Sharp staccato stabs of ecstasy would pierce unendingly as they coupled furiously.
Then there was the merciless master who would dominate her and bend her to his will. He would bind her tightly and manipulate her flesh in a mixture of pain and pleasure that left her a raw bundle of nerves. Around her body the whip would sing as it cut through the air and would bit into her flesh. Her tormentor would murmur in her ear that she belonged to him, then mark her with his teeth until she would sob in agreement and eventually scream that she belonged to him. His hands would caress and then tighten around her throat as he covered her body with his. There were no safety words or time-outs on those nights, none were needed. Her life was in his hands and she felt safe in that knowledge. As he pushed her further past her threshold for pain and poured sweet poison into her ears, her world would shatter and she would climax violently.
And finally was the tender lover who worshipped her body and soul. He would lay her gently on a bed of satin and rose petals. Each touch tender and reverent as he caressed her flesh and took her to new heights of pleasure. His tongue would write poetry on her body and he would whisper tender words of love. Sometimes she would weep from the overwhelming emotions he elicited from her. He seemed to instinctively know how she wanted to be touched and the words she craved hearing. Pleasure would radiate through her veins leaving her dizzy and feeling as if she were floating.
Some nights she would spend the night with one of the three men, others she would spend the night with two of them or even all three. She never had any say in which man she saw, but Samantha didn't mind. They were all facets of the same man. They all were Jack.