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Title: Breakfast For Sexual Favours
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SG1
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Sam/Cam
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: Who buys breakfast?
Notes: Written for sg_rarepairings. 650 words.
The solution was pretty simple.
Which was a bit embarrassing for both of them considering they were both Lt. Colonel's in the Air Force, not that they really thought about it much. Or cared.
Cam was pretty sure buying breakfast was the least he could when Sam sucked him off, and the least she could when he made her whimper, his head between her legs and tongue flicking at her clit in an uneven rhythm, that had her pushing her hips desperately into his face. Not that it wasn't a reward in itself, because anything that made Sam Carter, the endlessly brilliant Sam Carter, desperate and needy could only be a good thing. Anything that made Sam need him could only be a good thing, from saving her life to making her come, he usually needed her so much more and it was good for his ego. And his dick.
Really, really, good for his dick, which made him wonder who bought breakfast if they both got a little oral tonight.
“God, Cam, concentrate. Pleeease,” she whined and he grinned, lapping at her with long greedy swipes, her hips bucking into him. One day she was going to hurt him. He couldn't wait.
“Sorry Sam.” He wasn't, they both knew it, but he took pity on her and slid a finger into her body and sucked on her clit hard, making her jerk and twist away from him as she came. He still didn't know why she did that, pulled away, but he accepted it as who she was and held his finger inside her, breathing over her as she shook through the pleasure.
“Fuck,” she mumbled, eyes closed, arching her back to stretch it out and force his finger from her body.
“Can I?”
“Funny.” She looked down at him, grinning. “And since when did you ask.”
“I am a good country boy, I ask first and buy breakfast later.”
*****
Later, when they're sat in a diner near the mountain, he can't stop grinning. When he has the buy, he grins, thinking about the night before. When he buys, she usually has to kick him in the shin, because the grin annoys her. It's smug and satisfied, and it annoys her because he always makes her come twice when he buys breakfast, one orgasm after another, one orgasm louder than the other. It's smug because he knows that she loves it, really, and he grins to keep it light, keep it uncomplicated between them, because sex, makes things messy. Sex is messy, especially between them, messy and dirty and, more often than not, involving some pain.
Which is good, and makes him grin all the more.
“Hey guys,” Daniel says as he slides into the booth next to Sam, and waves the waitress over for a cup of coffee.
“Morning,” Cam says with another grin, and he feels Sam tap his shin. The waitress pours him a coffee and leaves them to it, knowing there's still another two to join their party.
“Who's buying today?”
“Cam,” Sam says before he can say a word, a slight blush creeping up from her chest. He laughs and Daniel cocks a eyebrow.
“Am I missing something?”
“Not a thing,” Cam says.
“Well, I'm going to the bathroom...” he says, knowing he is missing something, but letting it slide. Until later at least. He gets up and when he's on the other side of the diner, Sam kicks him hard.
“Sorry.”
“One day, you're gonna say that and mean it,” she says, smiling. If she was angry, he'd have bruises.
“If we sixty-nine who buys breakfast then?” Sam laughs, smiling.
“Daniel.”
“What did I do?” He's back quickly, making them both jump.
“You can buy breakfast tomorrow,” Cam says, leaning back in his chair, making Sam swallow, the blush deepening a little.
“Now I know I'm missing something.”
“We'll let you watch.”
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SG1
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Sam/Cam
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: Who buys breakfast?
Notes: Written for sg_rarepairings. 650 words.
The solution was pretty simple.
Which was a bit embarrassing for both of them considering they were both Lt. Colonel's in the Air Force, not that they really thought about it much. Or cared.
Cam was pretty sure buying breakfast was the least he could when Sam sucked him off, and the least she could when he made her whimper, his head between her legs and tongue flicking at her clit in an uneven rhythm, that had her pushing her hips desperately into his face. Not that it wasn't a reward in itself, because anything that made Sam Carter, the endlessly brilliant Sam Carter, desperate and needy could only be a good thing. Anything that made Sam need him could only be a good thing, from saving her life to making her come, he usually needed her so much more and it was good for his ego. And his dick.
Really, really, good for his dick, which made him wonder who bought breakfast if they both got a little oral tonight.
“God, Cam, concentrate. Pleeease,” she whined and he grinned, lapping at her with long greedy swipes, her hips bucking into him. One day she was going to hurt him. He couldn't wait.
“Sorry Sam.” He wasn't, they both knew it, but he took pity on her and slid a finger into her body and sucked on her clit hard, making her jerk and twist away from him as she came. He still didn't know why she did that, pulled away, but he accepted it as who she was and held his finger inside her, breathing over her as she shook through the pleasure.
“Fuck,” she mumbled, eyes closed, arching her back to stretch it out and force his finger from her body.
“Can I?”
“Funny.” She looked down at him, grinning. “And since when did you ask.”
“I am a good country boy, I ask first and buy breakfast later.”
*****
Later, when they're sat in a diner near the mountain, he can't stop grinning. When he has the buy, he grins, thinking about the night before. When he buys, she usually has to kick him in the shin, because the grin annoys her. It's smug and satisfied, and it annoys her because he always makes her come twice when he buys breakfast, one orgasm after another, one orgasm louder than the other. It's smug because he knows that she loves it, really, and he grins to keep it light, keep it uncomplicated between them, because sex, makes things messy. Sex is messy, especially between them, messy and dirty and, more often than not, involving some pain.
Which is good, and makes him grin all the more.
“Hey guys,” Daniel says as he slides into the booth next to Sam, and waves the waitress over for a cup of coffee.
“Morning,” Cam says with another grin, and he feels Sam tap his shin. The waitress pours him a coffee and leaves them to it, knowing there's still another two to join their party.
“Who's buying today?”
“Cam,” Sam says before he can say a word, a slight blush creeping up from her chest. He laughs and Daniel cocks a eyebrow.
“Am I missing something?”
“Not a thing,” Cam says.
“Well, I'm going to the bathroom...” he says, knowing he is missing something, but letting it slide. Until later at least. He gets up and when he's on the other side of the diner, Sam kicks him hard.
“Sorry.”
“One day, you're gonna say that and mean it,” she says, smiling. If she was angry, he'd have bruises.
“If we sixty-nine who buys breakfast then?” Sam laughs, smiling.
“Daniel.”
“What did I do?” He's back quickly, making them both jump.
“You can buy breakfast tomorrow,” Cam says, leaning back in his chair, making Sam swallow, the blush deepening a little.
“Now I know I'm missing something.”
“We'll let you watch.”