Ride
Title: "Ride"
Author: PrettySirenx
Rating: NC-17
Genre: cracky smut
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own SGU.
A/N: This is for purpletrance's "It's a ride she needs to take, y'know? *runs*" prompt. =D
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Chloe held the flashlight like she was supposed to, but the task grew quickly dull. She had been ‘assisting’ Rush fix the thrusters on the busted up shuttle for over an hour. And when he asked her to assist him in fixing said thrusters, she’d rather thought he’d meant something else. She’d spent the last hour in sheer disappointment, though he was annoyingly none the wiser.
“Almost finished,” he said, and she had to stifle a laugh. She was so bored, her mind was still heading to strange and undiscovered places.
“There,” he said with an air of finality, standing up to admire his handy work. He sat down in the pilot’s chair to finish up his finishing touches, and power up the shuttle to make sure all was well.
Chloe pointed the flashlight to his decidedly masculine silhouette, one arm leaning casually on the arm rest like he was Captain Kirk or something. Ever since she could remember, she always jokingly told herself that the perfect man had the rakish charm of Kirk with the cool Vulcan logic and intelligence of Mr. Spock. Rush definitely embodied those qualities and she couldn’t believe she never noticed it before. The way he sat in that chair screamed power…and she suddenly found herself power hungry.
“You look very sexy right now,” she said boldly. “Like you’re in charge or something. Do you mind me saying so?”
“No,” he said, his voice a little higher than usual; she noticed he was only pretending to work now, and she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped nervously. That made her smile.
She sauntered over to him and bent over behind him. She knew she was being naughty; the truth of the matter was: she just didn’t care -- she wanted to be. And she was keenly aware of that fact as she ran her hand down his hard stomach and whispered in his ear, “I like it when you’re in charge.”
He shivered as her breath hit his neck. She decided to bite the bullet and slid her hand further down his abdomen, finding his bulging cock, which was rising steadily and hard under her fingers.
“Chloe,” he said. He said her name like he was pleading with her; whether he was pleading for her to stop or keep going, she wasn’t sure, but she suspected and it was both. That only heightened her excitement.
She moved in front of him and dropped to her knees, quickly undoing his belt and freeing his raging erection. She smiled when she laid eyes on him for the first time, noting with pride the impressive size and impeccable form. Her eyes glittered as she looked up at him one last time before caressing his member with her tongue and lips, making sure he was good and ready for what was to come.
He didn’t want her to stop and made to protest, but was instantly relieved when she straddled his lap and slid her wetness down his length. She went up and down a few times, hitting her stride as she rocked her hips. He thought he would die it felt so good. And she felt like she was queen of the world, riding her king. It was intoxicating.
Author: PrettySirenx
Rating: NC-17
Genre: cracky smut
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own SGU.
A/N: This is for purpletrance's "It's a ride she needs to take, y'know? *runs*" prompt. =D
_____________________________________________
Chloe held the flashlight like she was supposed to, but the task grew quickly dull. She had been ‘assisting’ Rush fix the thrusters on the busted up shuttle for over an hour. And when he asked her to assist him in fixing said thrusters, she’d rather thought he’d meant something else. She’d spent the last hour in sheer disappointment, though he was annoyingly none the wiser.
“Almost finished,” he said, and she had to stifle a laugh. She was so bored, her mind was still heading to strange and undiscovered places.
“There,” he said with an air of finality, standing up to admire his handy work. He sat down in the pilot’s chair to finish up his finishing touches, and power up the shuttle to make sure all was well.
Chloe pointed the flashlight to his decidedly masculine silhouette, one arm leaning casually on the arm rest like he was Captain Kirk or something. Ever since she could remember, she always jokingly told herself that the perfect man had the rakish charm of Kirk with the cool Vulcan logic and intelligence of Mr. Spock. Rush definitely embodied those qualities and she couldn’t believe she never noticed it before. The way he sat in that chair screamed power…and she suddenly found herself power hungry.
“You look very sexy right now,” she said boldly. “Like you’re in charge or something. Do you mind me saying so?”
“No,” he said, his voice a little higher than usual; she noticed he was only pretending to work now, and she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped nervously. That made her smile.
She sauntered over to him and bent over behind him. She knew she was being naughty; the truth of the matter was: she just didn’t care -- she wanted to be. And she was keenly aware of that fact as she ran her hand down his hard stomach and whispered in his ear, “I like it when you’re in charge.”
He shivered as her breath hit his neck. She decided to bite the bullet and slid her hand further down his abdomen, finding his bulging cock, which was rising steadily and hard under her fingers.
“Chloe,” he said. He said her name like he was pleading with her; whether he was pleading for her to stop or keep going, she wasn’t sure, but she suspected and it was both. That only heightened her excitement.
She moved in front of him and dropped to her knees, quickly undoing his belt and freeing his raging erection. She smiled when she laid eyes on him for the first time, noting with pride the impressive size and impeccable form. Her eyes glittered as she looked up at him one last time before caressing his member with her tongue and lips, making sure he was good and ready for what was to come.
He didn’t want her to stop and made to protest, but was instantly relieved when she straddled his lap and slid her wetness down his length. She went up and down a few times, hitting her stride as she rocked her hips. He thought he would die it felt so good. And she felt like she was queen of the world, riding her king. It was intoxicating.