Ficlet: Excess Baggage
Still working on them...
For vinylroad who asked for: Gimme some SPN het. Any het! (preferably with Jo.)
Okay, this is the first time I can actually recall writing HET, pretty much EVER that wasn't in the form of pornographic poetry jotted down while I was drunk/sleep-deprived. Kat, I really hope you like it!! ♥
Title: Excess Baggage
Pairing: Sam/Jo
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 899
Thanks: regala_electra for helping me write things not involving two boys and for looking this over and for generally being made of WIN. Also thank you, Alicia Silverstone.
Summary: Wherein Jo loves Benicio Del Toro and maybe Sam does too. A little.
Excess Baggage
"Do you like my tummy?"
"Yeah, it's nice."
"Do you like my laugh?"
"If you smile."
Jo's teeth are a flash of white in his eyes, her lips are pink from the touch, lips touching his again and again. She's a flash of lips, a swatch of skin between her shirt and her jeans. The softness of her stomach, the little round smile that wraps around her waist. He laughs and leans down to nip at it, stroke the peach-colored tummy and lifts up her shirt more and more to kiss a trail up towards her chest. He kisses in-between her breasts, simple red bra comes off with a flick of his fingers. Jo sits up to pull it off through her shirt-sleeves.
She laughs, "Do you like me, Sam? Do you like my tummy?"
Sam pauses, "What?" he asks returning the laugh and Jo buries her head in her hands.
"Oh my God, I can't believe I said that, that was so lame-!"
"No, no," Sam says, "it's just," and his nose scrunches up, like he does when he's amused and intrigued by someone at the same time. "Was that a line from a movie? It sounded like a-"
Jo groans into her hands again, "Yeah, yeah it's from a very lame, very embarrassing movie that I've seen a million times because of-"
"-Benicio del Toro," Sam finishes.
Jo winces. "Excess Baggage. I went through this phase where I just watched everything he was in and that was my favorite because him and Alicia Silverstone who maybe reminded me of-and ugh, that's so pathetic."
"No it isn't," Sam says, rubbing her thighs.
Jo peeks out from in-between her fingers, one eye peering at him. "Yeah, it is. And hey, how did you know that line?"
"I've seen it," Sam answers.
"Yeah?"
"I remember liked it." He fingers the fly of her jeans, pushing the first button through the hole.
"He's really good in that movie," Jo says, "I think I fell in love with him then."
"Really? Me too!" Sam says sarcastically and unzips Jo's fly. Jo lies back on the bed, shimmying out of the denim jeans, Sam's knuckles running along her legs.
Jo rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything to stop Sam as he thumbs the elastic of her plain, white cotton panties.
Sam looks at her, "You know, if I stopped sleeping for a few weeks, smoked a pack of cigarettes, I could look like him," Sam says with a wink as he slides the panties down her legs, allowing Jo to wriggle out of them easy.
Jo smirks, relaxing her legs and letting Sam reach a hand in-between them. "You kinda have the hair going," Jo says, reaching out to tuck a lock behind Sam's ear. Sam's hand moves closer into her, fingers parting her open, finding her clit. Jo gasps, not a dramatic sort of way, more like a soft intake of breath. A small sound, white and whispery.
"I think you're still a little in love with him," Sam says, his other hand moving to cup her bare breast underneath her shirt. Thumb flicking over her nipple, turning rapidly into gooseflesh as Sam moves deeper into her soft cunt. Moisture on his fingers, as Jo's muscles tense and shift around him.
"Maybe," Jo says, pausing as her eyes roll back to the ceiling, "Just a little bit in love."
Jo's cheeks start to flush and Sam moves both hands to her cunt, working in fingers and teasing her clit more and more, her legs opening for him.
"Yeah, maybe I'm still a little in love with someone too."
"S-Sam," Jo's tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she lifts her legs. Sam anticipates her, lets her hook the long limbs over his shoulders, as he takes in her body, soft curls glistening wet with moisture as his jaw cuts into her body. Tongue tasting her smooth skin, her heat and her ply body moving with him.
With him, always with him. With his mouth and with the bridge of his nose, nudging against her clit. Making her body stir, her hands shake. Those hands, fragile like a bird, calloused like a bird that can fire a 12-gauge and cut open a wild animal. Those hands fisting in powder-blue sheets as Sam makes her head turn against the pillows. Deep moans that Sam echoes into her. Jo's voice, a white whisper, a gentle push closer, a pleading "More, more, don't stop, don't stop."
Jo bucks against him, legs shaking now with the onset of her orgasm. Sam won't stop, doesn't stop and holds her body up, holds her in place as he brings her there. Makes her come, makes her go tight and makes her muscles start to move. Her body wants to twist away, wants to press his face in closer and he just holds her. He's the rock, he's the nail.
Jo comes and Sam lowers her gently down, savoring her orgasm by kissing her, making her taste herself on his lips, massaging her breasts.
When Jo calms down, body stops thrumming, and kisses Sam back, she turns to him, pressing her body flush against his, feeling his hard cock press through his boxers, against her leg.
"Still a little in love, huh?"
Sam nods, "Yeah."
Jo reaches down his boxers, wraps those long, nimble fingers around his cock. "How's that working out for you?"
"I get by, somehow," Sam answers, his eyes slipping shut as he kisses her deep.
For vinylroad who asked for: Gimme some SPN het. Any het! (preferably with Jo.)
Okay, this is the first time I can actually recall writing HET, pretty much EVER that wasn't in the form of pornographic poetry jotted down while I was drunk/sleep-deprived. Kat, I really hope you like it!! ♥
Title: Excess Baggage
Pairing: Sam/Jo
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 899
Thanks: regala_electra for helping me write things not involving two boys and for looking this over and for generally being made of WIN. Also thank you, Alicia Silverstone.
Summary: Wherein Jo loves Benicio Del Toro and maybe Sam does too. A little.
Excess Baggage
"Do you like my tummy?"
"Yeah, it's nice."
"Do you like my laugh?"
"If you smile."
Jo's teeth are a flash of white in his eyes, her lips are pink from the touch, lips touching his again and again. She's a flash of lips, a swatch of skin between her shirt and her jeans. The softness of her stomach, the little round smile that wraps around her waist. He laughs and leans down to nip at it, stroke the peach-colored tummy and lifts up her shirt more and more to kiss a trail up towards her chest. He kisses in-between her breasts, simple red bra comes off with a flick of his fingers. Jo sits up to pull it off through her shirt-sleeves.
She laughs, "Do you like me, Sam? Do you like my tummy?"
Sam pauses, "What?" he asks returning the laugh and Jo buries her head in her hands.
"Oh my God, I can't believe I said that, that was so lame-!"
"No, no," Sam says, "it's just," and his nose scrunches up, like he does when he's amused and intrigued by someone at the same time. "Was that a line from a movie? It sounded like a-"
Jo groans into her hands again, "Yeah, yeah it's from a very lame, very embarrassing movie that I've seen a million times because of-"
"-Benicio del Toro," Sam finishes.
Jo winces. "Excess Baggage. I went through this phase where I just watched everything he was in and that was my favorite because him and Alicia Silverstone who maybe reminded me of-and ugh, that's so pathetic."
"No it isn't," Sam says, rubbing her thighs.
Jo peeks out from in-between her fingers, one eye peering at him. "Yeah, it is. And hey, how did you know that line?"
"I've seen it," Sam answers.
"Yeah?"
"I remember liked it." He fingers the fly of her jeans, pushing the first button through the hole.
"He's really good in that movie," Jo says, "I think I fell in love with him then."
"Really? Me too!" Sam says sarcastically and unzips Jo's fly. Jo lies back on the bed, shimmying out of the denim jeans, Sam's knuckles running along her legs.
Jo rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything to stop Sam as he thumbs the elastic of her plain, white cotton panties.
Sam looks at her, "You know, if I stopped sleeping for a few weeks, smoked a pack of cigarettes, I could look like him," Sam says with a wink as he slides the panties down her legs, allowing Jo to wriggle out of them easy.
Jo smirks, relaxing her legs and letting Sam reach a hand in-between them. "You kinda have the hair going," Jo says, reaching out to tuck a lock behind Sam's ear. Sam's hand moves closer into her, fingers parting her open, finding her clit. Jo gasps, not a dramatic sort of way, more like a soft intake of breath. A small sound, white and whispery.
"I think you're still a little in love with him," Sam says, his other hand moving to cup her bare breast underneath her shirt. Thumb flicking over her nipple, turning rapidly into gooseflesh as Sam moves deeper into her soft cunt. Moisture on his fingers, as Jo's muscles tense and shift around him.
"Maybe," Jo says, pausing as her eyes roll back to the ceiling, "Just a little bit in love."
Jo's cheeks start to flush and Sam moves both hands to her cunt, working in fingers and teasing her clit more and more, her legs opening for him.
"Yeah, maybe I'm still a little in love with someone too."
"S-Sam," Jo's tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she lifts her legs. Sam anticipates her, lets her hook the long limbs over his shoulders, as he takes in her body, soft curls glistening wet with moisture as his jaw cuts into her body. Tongue tasting her smooth skin, her heat and her ply body moving with him.
With him, always with him. With his mouth and with the bridge of his nose, nudging against her clit. Making her body stir, her hands shake. Those hands, fragile like a bird, calloused like a bird that can fire a 12-gauge and cut open a wild animal. Those hands fisting in powder-blue sheets as Sam makes her head turn against the pillows. Deep moans that Sam echoes into her. Jo's voice, a white whisper, a gentle push closer, a pleading "More, more, don't stop, don't stop."
Jo bucks against him, legs shaking now with the onset of her orgasm. Sam won't stop, doesn't stop and holds her body up, holds her in place as he brings her there. Makes her come, makes her go tight and makes her muscles start to move. Her body wants to twist away, wants to press his face in closer and he just holds her. He's the rock, he's the nail.
Jo comes and Sam lowers her gently down, savoring her orgasm by kissing her, making her taste herself on his lips, massaging her breasts.
When Jo calms down, body stops thrumming, and kisses Sam back, she turns to him, pressing her body flush against his, feeling his hard cock press through his boxers, against her leg.
"Still a little in love, huh?"
Sam nods, "Yeah."
Jo reaches down his boxers, wraps those long, nimble fingers around his cock. "How's that working out for you?"
"I get by, somehow," Sam answers, his eyes slipping shut as he kisses her deep.