SG1 Fic: Trouble is a Woman, Rated NC-17
Title: Trouble is a Woman
Disclaimer: I own none of it. And it’s a good thing too.
Rating: R
Summary: Cam and Sam stake their claim. And her name is Vala Mal Doran.
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Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
~~~”Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off”
Panic! At the Disco
"This is not gonna work." Cam sat on the couch in his living room, arms folded squarely across his chest, tighter than usual while Vala's foot rested lightly in his lap. Normally, that would have been all right but....on the opposite end of the couch sat Sam Carter, one side of her mouth slightly quirked up in that little smile that was trying not to be a smile. Yeah, she could smile. Cam reckoned Carter had gotten the better deal right now, what with Vala's head resting against her shoulder.
Cam glanced sideways at the two of them, tried to pretend that he didn't see Sam's slightly closed eyes and tilted head, making just enough room for Vala as Vala turned her mouth towards the other woman's throat. No, no skin contact but Cam was sure--yeah, absolutely sure--that Vala's warm breath was sending a shiver down Carter's spine as he watched.
Damn woman! Why did she have to be so...impossible. Hard to pin down (unless she wanted to be), complicated and certainly fickle. As if their position on the couch didn't prove that, one end on his lap, one end on Carter's shoulder.
"Mm...what's that, Cam?" Carter sounded like she was purring. Vala's foot moved slightly and he almost jumped out his skin.
"Not. Gonna. Work." He had his pride. He was a one woman kinda guy. Maybe one woman a week but still...one woman. And sure as hell, one woman at a time. He wasn't the sharing type. What might be going on without his knowing...well, he couldn't say but for it to be going on, for her to tell him and then--this?
Right under his damned nose.
He tried to pretend that her foot in his lap was not doing a thing for him…
His hand had a mind of its own, full of wicked thoughts and other ideas as it slid up the smooth satin of her leg. She flexed her foot, toes pushing against him like fingers, and he was suddenly more than half-hard.
His hand wrapped her calf, fingers digging just a little hard into the soft tension of her calf. She flexed again and his head snapped to the left, cobalt eyes pinning her in his best glare.
She shifted and stretched, feline and almost feral, forefinger between even white teeth, cat-that-ate-the-canary grin pulling at her full lips. “Don’t be like that.”
Her whiskey smooth voice hit him like a shot of twelve year old Scotch, a slow burn in his gut that worked its way up to short-circuit his brain.
"Cam?" Carter's voice was languid but the hand she clapped over his where his hand lay over Vala’s calf...not so much. Her fingers were like a vise and not in a good way, sort of like those games where you had to use the giant claw to grasp the toy. He was the toy and she was determined to grasp and lift him away from her favorite prize.
“Sam?” He tried to sound commanding and brusque but Vala had chosen the moment to move those toes like a snake across his lap and Sam’s name came out in a long moan.
Carter’s hand squeezed on his, hard, and lifted it from Vala’s calf. Vala’s foot retreated and his gaze snapped to the blond who’s earlier mood seemed vanquished by her partner’s wanting to play both ends against the middle.
Carter’s expression had changed from lazy Sunday afternoon to leveling the equivalent of a P90 at his face. Her hand was firmly on Vala’s calf where his had once resided. Vala, for her part, looked at him with that slow smile that made his brain melt and his dick hard and it didn’t seem to matter much who, what, where or how…damn her anyway.
And Daniel was running from this?
Jackson wasn’t a PhD for nothing.
Vala stretched out, foot still comfy on his lap, her head on Carter’s lap and he took in a deep breath.
“You’re right,” Sam said. Her purring was replaced with something closer to a bark. She glanced down at Vala whose eyes were on his, still smiling, still giving him that catch me if you can look, Carter’s hand still on Vala’s calf and his hands tucked her under his arms like he was trying to keep them from doing their own thing…
“Vala.” Carter sounded like she meant business.
“Mmm?” She stretched back, head squarely on Sam’s lap, black hair fanning out over the other woman’s thigh. Sam happened to be wearing shorts and he could see the consternation in his rival’s eyes, no doubt enjoying the sensation of Vala’s hair on her bare leg while she was trying to keep herself on point.
He squirmed a little, trying not to concentrate too much on that particular sensation.
Big head, not the little one…Come on, Mitchell. Focus!
Vala reached up towards Sam’s hair, fingers weaving through the blond strands, her foot still making playful circles in his lap, that grin on her face. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction…Sam bit her lip, eyes slitting at the sensation that was likely coursing through her…
He knew those fingers well, knew them strumming his body, through his hair, down his thighs…
No! He meant business, dammit, and she wasn’t gonna get away with this-
“Vala!” Sam pushed up from the couch leaving Vala’s head to land softly on the cushion. He laughed and she shot him a glance-shut up, it said, and that just made him laugh again.
“What?” She planted her foot against his lap. He had to slide away before his private bits got the full force of her weight against them, although that might have helped the present situation a little.
“I think you’re gonna have to make a choice,” he said. He looked up smugly at Carter who stood above Vala, hands on her hips, the shorts just past her thigh, her black t-shirt tight across her chest. Yeah, she was a good looking woman but… come on! She was still a woman and Cam was sure that Vala, ultimately, did not want to go that route.
Did she?
Doubt niggled at his mind. A woman like Vala…he was so sure she wanted it hot and hard, everything he could deliver and more. Sam…Well, sure Sam was smart and interesting but she was soft.
He felt his jaw clamp down hard, lips almost pouting out, hands still tucked firmly under his arms. He’d never lost a woman to a rival, much less to another woman, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.
“Choice?” Carter turned to him, her blue eyes blazing as she ran a hand through her short blonde hair. Vala had turned her attention to Carter’s thigh, running one hand over it as she continued to give him that look.
Choose…yeah, right…he was losing this game, and badly. Who was she touching right now?
“There’s no choice here, Cam. You need to just bow out. Vala and I…well, I was here first.”
“Me?” He shoved Vala’s foot off his lap and stood up. He moved towards Carter, she moved towards him, both of them out of Vala’s reach.
“You.” Carter put one finger to his chest. “You had your chance. You took her to your reunion. What did you do there, when you had the chance?’
“Um…well…hell, my folks were there!”
“Amy, right?” Carter looked at Vala for validation but her attention was rapt on the ceiling. Cam glanced down at her. She was wearing shorts not too far off those damned Daisy Dukes she’d worn then, and a top not too much different than the dress she’d worn to his reunion and…
His ability to think froze…damn if she was braless as well, the curve of her breast just visible along the edge of her blouse, nipples rising along the black cotton fabric and-
Damn!
It was like his brain had just blown a fuse, lights out in every room except the one that was channeling all its current to his nether regions. His own jeans were suddenly feeling very, very uncomfortable.
“That’s right. Amy something or another.” Sam stepped back towards Vala, claiming victory, and slid her butt towards the edge of the couch, fingers reaching out towards that sweet spot just along the ridge of Vala’s breast, snaking under the shirt so he could see her fingers running along the tip of Vala’s nipple-
“Oh…” It was a moan, no question about it, and he felt like a man who was about to beg for his life as he watched Vala’s legs stretch out, feet pointed. He wished he was still sitting on the damned couch.
“Now…come on…” His voice sounded whiny and high. “You…you’re not playing fair, Sam…”
Carter bent her head towards Vala’s, lips touching hers, then trailed down Vala’s neck to her chest, meeting up with her finger still on Vala’s nipple.
He lost it. His hand was inside his pants, reaching for his dick, the other reaching for Vala’s outstretched leg, trailing his fingers up, up, up until he got to the edge of her shorts. His fingers crept upwards and…
Fuck me…no underwear.
He reached up eagerly, fingers searching for her wetness but his hand was slapped away. He looked at the perpetrator like a kid who’d just been smacked away from the sweet treat within his grasp. Carter looked scary, brows down and very unscientific at this very moment.
“I don’t share.”
“Fuck you, Carter, I don’t either.”
Her hand was still inside Vala’s shirt, his was still up her shorts and they stared at each other. His dick was still throbbing; he guessed Carter was probably as wet as Vala by now but, dammit, that was not his damned problem.
“Oh, stop it, both of you.” Vala slapped his hand away from her pants, Carter’s away from her shirt. She sat up and ran both her hands through her thick hair. She straightened her blouse and pulled at her shorts. “Really, I don’t see what the problem is.”
“What?!?” They both turned to her, hands on their hips.
She smiled. “I mean…” She reached out and trailed her hand over his crotch. “Some times you feel like a nut…” She stretched her other hand towards Carter’s crotch, rubbing it slightly. He heard both his and Carter’s moans somewhere in the back of his head. “Some times you don’t…isn’t that some sort of saying?”
“Uh…” Carter was incoherent for once.
“Candy…um…candy bar,” he managed.
“Well…” She drew her hands away. “Whatever. Flattering as this little battle of wits has been, the point is neither of you gets anything unless I say so. Frankly, I’m a little tired of the whining. So…tonight...I don’t suppose you’re up for anything, are you? I mean, the two of you…that wasn’t entirely unpleasant…”
The corner of her mouth quirked up, one eyebrow raised in that way that made him crazy. Sam was staring at her like she’d missed the point entirely.
“Unless you’d rather not bother for tonight.” Vala pushed past the two of them and sauntered off to his bedroom, hips undulating in those oh so short shorts. He stood there, slack jawed, and glanced at Carter. It was like looking in a mirror.
“Uh…” he began. “Is she saying what I think she’s saying?”
“I have no clue. But I’m not going to stand here and argue about it with you.” She pushed him off like a center guarding the hole. He stumbled against the couch and watched as she jogged towards the bedroom. The door closed with a satisfying thud and he heard the lock sliding into place like it was mocking him.
He put one hand over his face, the other on his crotch and tried to ignore the sounds coming out of his room.
Women!
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Disclaimer: I own none of it. And it’s a good thing too.
Rating: R
Summary: Cam and Sam stake their claim. And her name is Vala Mal Doran.
***
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
~~~”Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off”
Panic! At the Disco
"This is not gonna work." Cam sat on the couch in his living room, arms folded squarely across his chest, tighter than usual while Vala's foot rested lightly in his lap. Normally, that would have been all right but....on the opposite end of the couch sat Sam Carter, one side of her mouth slightly quirked up in that little smile that was trying not to be a smile. Yeah, she could smile. Cam reckoned Carter had gotten the better deal right now, what with Vala's head resting against her shoulder.
Cam glanced sideways at the two of them, tried to pretend that he didn't see Sam's slightly closed eyes and tilted head, making just enough room for Vala as Vala turned her mouth towards the other woman's throat. No, no skin contact but Cam was sure--yeah, absolutely sure--that Vala's warm breath was sending a shiver down Carter's spine as he watched.
Damn woman! Why did she have to be so...impossible. Hard to pin down (unless she wanted to be), complicated and certainly fickle. As if their position on the couch didn't prove that, one end on his lap, one end on Carter's shoulder.
"Mm...what's that, Cam?" Carter sounded like she was purring. Vala's foot moved slightly and he almost jumped out his skin.
"Not. Gonna. Work." He had his pride. He was a one woman kinda guy. Maybe one woman a week but still...one woman. And sure as hell, one woman at a time. He wasn't the sharing type. What might be going on without his knowing...well, he couldn't say but for it to be going on, for her to tell him and then--this?
Right under his damned nose.
He tried to pretend that her foot in his lap was not doing a thing for him…
His hand had a mind of its own, full of wicked thoughts and other ideas as it slid up the smooth satin of her leg. She flexed her foot, toes pushing against him like fingers, and he was suddenly more than half-hard.
His hand wrapped her calf, fingers digging just a little hard into the soft tension of her calf. She flexed again and his head snapped to the left, cobalt eyes pinning her in his best glare.
She shifted and stretched, feline and almost feral, forefinger between even white teeth, cat-that-ate-the-canary grin pulling at her full lips. “Don’t be like that.”
Her whiskey smooth voice hit him like a shot of twelve year old Scotch, a slow burn in his gut that worked its way up to short-circuit his brain.
"Cam?" Carter's voice was languid but the hand she clapped over his where his hand lay over Vala’s calf...not so much. Her fingers were like a vise and not in a good way, sort of like those games where you had to use the giant claw to grasp the toy. He was the toy and she was determined to grasp and lift him away from her favorite prize.
“Sam?” He tried to sound commanding and brusque but Vala had chosen the moment to move those toes like a snake across his lap and Sam’s name came out in a long moan.
Carter’s hand squeezed on his, hard, and lifted it from Vala’s calf. Vala’s foot retreated and his gaze snapped to the blond who’s earlier mood seemed vanquished by her partner’s wanting to play both ends against the middle.
Carter’s expression had changed from lazy Sunday afternoon to leveling the equivalent of a P90 at his face. Her hand was firmly on Vala’s calf where his had once resided. Vala, for her part, looked at him with that slow smile that made his brain melt and his dick hard and it didn’t seem to matter much who, what, where or how…damn her anyway.
And Daniel was running from this?
Jackson wasn’t a PhD for nothing.
Vala stretched out, foot still comfy on his lap, her head on Carter’s lap and he took in a deep breath.
“You’re right,” Sam said. Her purring was replaced with something closer to a bark. She glanced down at Vala whose eyes were on his, still smiling, still giving him that catch me if you can look, Carter’s hand still on Vala’s calf and his hands tucked her under his arms like he was trying to keep them from doing their own thing…
“Vala.” Carter sounded like she meant business.
“Mmm?” She stretched back, head squarely on Sam’s lap, black hair fanning out over the other woman’s thigh. Sam happened to be wearing shorts and he could see the consternation in his rival’s eyes, no doubt enjoying the sensation of Vala’s hair on her bare leg while she was trying to keep herself on point.
He squirmed a little, trying not to concentrate too much on that particular sensation.
Big head, not the little one…Come on, Mitchell. Focus!
Vala reached up towards Sam’s hair, fingers weaving through the blond strands, her foot still making playful circles in his lap, that grin on her face. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction…Sam bit her lip, eyes slitting at the sensation that was likely coursing through her…
He knew those fingers well, knew them strumming his body, through his hair, down his thighs…
No! He meant business, dammit, and she wasn’t gonna get away with this-
“Vala!” Sam pushed up from the couch leaving Vala’s head to land softly on the cushion. He laughed and she shot him a glance-shut up, it said, and that just made him laugh again.
“What?” She planted her foot against his lap. He had to slide away before his private bits got the full force of her weight against them, although that might have helped the present situation a little.
“I think you’re gonna have to make a choice,” he said. He looked up smugly at Carter who stood above Vala, hands on her hips, the shorts just past her thigh, her black t-shirt tight across her chest. Yeah, she was a good looking woman but… come on! She was still a woman and Cam was sure that Vala, ultimately, did not want to go that route.
Did she?
Doubt niggled at his mind. A woman like Vala…he was so sure she wanted it hot and hard, everything he could deliver and more. Sam…Well, sure Sam was smart and interesting but she was soft.
He felt his jaw clamp down hard, lips almost pouting out, hands still tucked firmly under his arms. He’d never lost a woman to a rival, much less to another woman, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.
“Choice?” Carter turned to him, her blue eyes blazing as she ran a hand through her short blonde hair. Vala had turned her attention to Carter’s thigh, running one hand over it as she continued to give him that look.
Choose…yeah, right…he was losing this game, and badly. Who was she touching right now?
“There’s no choice here, Cam. You need to just bow out. Vala and I…well, I was here first.”
“Me?” He shoved Vala’s foot off his lap and stood up. He moved towards Carter, she moved towards him, both of them out of Vala’s reach.
“You.” Carter put one finger to his chest. “You had your chance. You took her to your reunion. What did you do there, when you had the chance?’
“Um…well…hell, my folks were there!”
“Amy, right?” Carter looked at Vala for validation but her attention was rapt on the ceiling. Cam glanced down at her. She was wearing shorts not too far off those damned Daisy Dukes she’d worn then, and a top not too much different than the dress she’d worn to his reunion and…
His ability to think froze…damn if she was braless as well, the curve of her breast just visible along the edge of her blouse, nipples rising along the black cotton fabric and-
Damn!
It was like his brain had just blown a fuse, lights out in every room except the one that was channeling all its current to his nether regions. His own jeans were suddenly feeling very, very uncomfortable.
“That’s right. Amy something or another.” Sam stepped back towards Vala, claiming victory, and slid her butt towards the edge of the couch, fingers reaching out towards that sweet spot just along the ridge of Vala’s breast, snaking under the shirt so he could see her fingers running along the tip of Vala’s nipple-
“Oh…” It was a moan, no question about it, and he felt like a man who was about to beg for his life as he watched Vala’s legs stretch out, feet pointed. He wished he was still sitting on the damned couch.
“Now…come on…” His voice sounded whiny and high. “You…you’re not playing fair, Sam…”
Carter bent her head towards Vala’s, lips touching hers, then trailed down Vala’s neck to her chest, meeting up with her finger still on Vala’s nipple.
He lost it. His hand was inside his pants, reaching for his dick, the other reaching for Vala’s outstretched leg, trailing his fingers up, up, up until he got to the edge of her shorts. His fingers crept upwards and…
Fuck me…no underwear.
He reached up eagerly, fingers searching for her wetness but his hand was slapped away. He looked at the perpetrator like a kid who’d just been smacked away from the sweet treat within his grasp. Carter looked scary, brows down and very unscientific at this very moment.
“I don’t share.”
“Fuck you, Carter, I don’t either.”
Her hand was still inside Vala’s shirt, his was still up her shorts and they stared at each other. His dick was still throbbing; he guessed Carter was probably as wet as Vala by now but, dammit, that was not his damned problem.
“Oh, stop it, both of you.” Vala slapped his hand away from her pants, Carter’s away from her shirt. She sat up and ran both her hands through her thick hair. She straightened her blouse and pulled at her shorts. “Really, I don’t see what the problem is.”
“What?!?” They both turned to her, hands on their hips.
She smiled. “I mean…” She reached out and trailed her hand over his crotch. “Some times you feel like a nut…” She stretched her other hand towards Carter’s crotch, rubbing it slightly. He heard both his and Carter’s moans somewhere in the back of his head. “Some times you don’t…isn’t that some sort of saying?”
“Uh…” Carter was incoherent for once.
“Candy…um…candy bar,” he managed.
“Well…” She drew her hands away. “Whatever. Flattering as this little battle of wits has been, the point is neither of you gets anything unless I say so. Frankly, I’m a little tired of the whining. So…tonight...I don’t suppose you’re up for anything, are you? I mean, the two of you…that wasn’t entirely unpleasant…”
The corner of her mouth quirked up, one eyebrow raised in that way that made him crazy. Sam was staring at her like she’d missed the point entirely.
“Unless you’d rather not bother for tonight.” Vala pushed past the two of them and sauntered off to his bedroom, hips undulating in those oh so short shorts. He stood there, slack jawed, and glanced at Carter. It was like looking in a mirror.
“Uh…” he began. “Is she saying what I think she’s saying?”
“I have no clue. But I’m not going to stand here and argue about it with you.” She pushed him off like a center guarding the hole. He stumbled against the couch and watched as she jogged towards the bedroom. The door closed with a satisfying thud and he heard the lock sliding into place like it was mocking him.
He put one hand over his face, the other on his crotch and tried to ignore the sounds coming out of his room.
Women!
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