Sundaes
Title: Sundaes
Fandom: SG-1
Characters: Vala Mal Doran, Cameron Mitchell
Pairing: Vala/Cam
Orientation: Het
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 907
Warnings: The senseless slaughter and consumption of maraschino cherries
Notes: For virkatjol for the stargateland gift giving, some PORN and happy and a happy ending desert.
Prompt: for Kinkbingo fill: “Food”
Vala was bored. Stretched out across her bed, in her most comfortable pajamas, she idly scrolled through the offerings on Amazon.com. Nothing interested her. She sighed, resigned to the fact that it was going to be a long boring weekend spent alone because all the boys had gone off to do Very Important Things. Even Teal’c had left the base.
Someone knocked on her door and Vala perked up immediately at the thought of company, or an attack, she’d take anything at this point to relieve the monotony of internet shopping and soap opera reruns. She rolled off the bed and sprang to the door, yanking it open.
“Wanna play?” Cameron held up a supermarket shopping bag and smirked at her.
Still cross with him for ditching her, she leaned in the doorframe and made him wait in the hallway. “I thought you had something imperative to do elsewhere?”
“I did. And I did it. And I stopped on the way back for a treat.” He waved the bag in front of her face.
“What sort of treat?”
“Sundaes.”
She gave him one last scowl and then stepped aside to let him in, snatching the bag from his hand and slamming the door. She was still a little bit annoyed, after all.
He shut off her laptop and put it on her nightstand. He took off his jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner. “Do you have an extra sheet? This is going to get messy.”
Vala tilted her head in confusion. “A sheet?”
“I guess a towel will do just as well.” He went into the bathroom and returned with a towel, spreading it out on her bed. He smirked at her and took the bag from her hand.
“Cameron, what are you doing?”
He patted the bed. “Making sundaes. Strip and get on the towel, baby.”
Sundaes apparently involved nakedness, and Vala could get behind that 100%. She quickly divested herself of her flannel pajamas and climbed up onto the bed beside him. He pushed at her until she stretched out over the towel. Cameron dropped the bag near her head, stood up and stripped out of his clothes.
Smiling, Vala gave him a long perusal, her eyes taking in everything. She reached out and stroked her fingers along his chest and ribs as he knelt beside her. He caught her hand and put it on her belly. “No touching yet.” She pouted and he leaned over and kissed her nose.
“What’s in the bag?”
“You’ll see.” He pulled out a bottle of liquid chocolate syrup and waggled it at her.
Vala was confused. “I thought sundaes had ice cream in them.”
Mitchell shook his head. “Not this kind.” He flipped the cap of the syrup open and held it over her belly and squeezed, squirting a stream of chocolate over her.
She caught on quickly and returned his mischievous grin with one of her own. She dragged one finger through the chocolate he was squirting over her belly and breasts, raised it to her lips a licked it off with tiny little seductive licks. Cameron was watching her mouth instead of what he was doing and ended up missing her shoulder and decorating the towel with chocolate.
He set the chocolate aside and went back to the bag. He shook the can of whipped cream and eyed her chocolate dripped torso for a few moments. “Where are you going to put that?” Vala asked, stretching her arms out over her head and arching her back up.
“Here.” He squirted a dollop on the tip of her breast. “And here.” Another dollop for the other breast. “And here.” He filled her belly button. Setting the can aside, he went back to the bag and pulled out a shaker of colorful sprinkles, dusting each dollop of whipped cream with them.
“Please tell me you have cherries. I love cherries,” Vala drew out the word love and licked her lips seductively.
Cameron grinned and held up a jar of maraschino cherries. “Your wish is my command. He fished one out and held it by the stem near her mouth. She lunged up to catch it between her lips and slowly sucked on it before biting it.
He dropped a cherry on each tiny mountain of whipped cream and closed the jar and set it aside. He admired his handiwork and said, “So pretty.” Then he dived in to devour her breasts. He licked up all the chocolate, every drop, making her squirm and laugh as he tickled her with his tongue.
When she whimpered for more, he decorated her again and really made her squirm and scream.
When the last of the chocolate was gone, and the whip cream can had squirted a last pathetic spray across Cam’s chest, Vala sighed and flopped down onto the bed beside him, satiated and sated. He leaned over and plopped the last cherry onto her lips and then leaned in to kiss her around it.
She smiled at him and declared, “I really like sundaes.”
“Me too.”
“So, we’ll have to do this again.” She traced circles on his chest as he held himself over her.
“I have a recipe for pudding pie I’d like to try.”
“I take it this is not one of your momma’s recipes?”
He shook his head. “Oh, no, this is one of mine. All mine.” He leaned in and kissed her again.
Fandom: SG-1
Characters: Vala Mal Doran, Cameron Mitchell
Pairing: Vala/Cam
Orientation: Het
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 907
Warnings: The senseless slaughter and consumption of maraschino cherries
Notes: For virkatjol for the stargateland gift giving, some PORN and happy and a happy ending desert.
Prompt: for Kinkbingo fill: “Food”
Vala was bored. Stretched out across her bed, in her most comfortable pajamas, she idly scrolled through the offerings on Amazon.com. Nothing interested her. She sighed, resigned to the fact that it was going to be a long boring weekend spent alone because all the boys had gone off to do Very Important Things. Even Teal’c had left the base.
Someone knocked on her door and Vala perked up immediately at the thought of company, or an attack, she’d take anything at this point to relieve the monotony of internet shopping and soap opera reruns. She rolled off the bed and sprang to the door, yanking it open.
“Wanna play?” Cameron held up a supermarket shopping bag and smirked at her.
Still cross with him for ditching her, she leaned in the doorframe and made him wait in the hallway. “I thought you had something imperative to do elsewhere?”
“I did. And I did it. And I stopped on the way back for a treat.” He waved the bag in front of her face.
“What sort of treat?”
“Sundaes.”
She gave him one last scowl and then stepped aside to let him in, snatching the bag from his hand and slamming the door. She was still a little bit annoyed, after all.
He shut off her laptop and put it on her nightstand. He took off his jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner. “Do you have an extra sheet? This is going to get messy.”
Vala tilted her head in confusion. “A sheet?”
“I guess a towel will do just as well.” He went into the bathroom and returned with a towel, spreading it out on her bed. He smirked at her and took the bag from her hand.
“Cameron, what are you doing?”
He patted the bed. “Making sundaes. Strip and get on the towel, baby.”
Sundaes apparently involved nakedness, and Vala could get behind that 100%. She quickly divested herself of her flannel pajamas and climbed up onto the bed beside him. He pushed at her until she stretched out over the towel. Cameron dropped the bag near her head, stood up and stripped out of his clothes.
Smiling, Vala gave him a long perusal, her eyes taking in everything. She reached out and stroked her fingers along his chest and ribs as he knelt beside her. He caught her hand and put it on her belly. “No touching yet.” She pouted and he leaned over and kissed her nose.
“What’s in the bag?”
“You’ll see.” He pulled out a bottle of liquid chocolate syrup and waggled it at her.
Vala was confused. “I thought sundaes had ice cream in them.”
Mitchell shook his head. “Not this kind.” He flipped the cap of the syrup open and held it over her belly and squeezed, squirting a stream of chocolate over her.
She caught on quickly and returned his mischievous grin with one of her own. She dragged one finger through the chocolate he was squirting over her belly and breasts, raised it to her lips a licked it off with tiny little seductive licks. Cameron was watching her mouth instead of what he was doing and ended up missing her shoulder and decorating the towel with chocolate.
He set the chocolate aside and went back to the bag. He shook the can of whipped cream and eyed her chocolate dripped torso for a few moments. “Where are you going to put that?” Vala asked, stretching her arms out over her head and arching her back up.
“Here.” He squirted a dollop on the tip of her breast. “And here.” Another dollop for the other breast. “And here.” He filled her belly button. Setting the can aside, he went back to the bag and pulled out a shaker of colorful sprinkles, dusting each dollop of whipped cream with them.
“Please tell me you have cherries. I love cherries,” Vala drew out the word love and licked her lips seductively.
Cameron grinned and held up a jar of maraschino cherries. “Your wish is my command. He fished one out and held it by the stem near her mouth. She lunged up to catch it between her lips and slowly sucked on it before biting it.
He dropped a cherry on each tiny mountain of whipped cream and closed the jar and set it aside. He admired his handiwork and said, “So pretty.” Then he dived in to devour her breasts. He licked up all the chocolate, every drop, making her squirm and laugh as he tickled her with his tongue.
When she whimpered for more, he decorated her again and really made her squirm and scream.
When the last of the chocolate was gone, and the whip cream can had squirted a last pathetic spray across Cam’s chest, Vala sighed and flopped down onto the bed beside him, satiated and sated. He leaned over and plopped the last cherry onto her lips and then leaned in to kiss her around it.
She smiled at him and declared, “I really like sundaes.”
“Me too.”
“So, we’ll have to do this again.” She traced circles on his chest as he held himself over her.
“I have a recipe for pudding pie I’d like to try.”
“I take it this is not one of your momma’s recipes?”
He shook his head. “Oh, no, this is one of mine. All mine.” He leaned in and kissed her again.