A Little Bump and Grind
Title: A Little Bump and Grind
Fandom: SG-1
Characters/Pairing: Cam Mitchell/Vala Mal Doran
Orientation: Het
Rating: PG
Word Count: 585
Notes: for meekosan
Prompt: For Kink Bingo fill: “wrestling/grinding”
“Then you will prove the woman means nothing to you. Prepare the circle!” The Chief High Mucky Muck raised his spear and pointed towards the large dirt circle at the center of the village.
Mitchell groaned. This was not going at all according to plan. He looked across the circle at Vala, standing between two guards, a sheepish expression on her face. She’d been caught scoping out the treasure vault. Cam supposed she’d been trying to do SG-1 a favor by declaring she didn’t know them, but in actuality, the claim was working to their disadvantage.
Cam was shoved forward into the circle, as was Vala. “The favor of the gods will shine upon the victor.”
“And the loser?” Vala and Cam asked simultaneously.
“Will be punished accordingly.”
“You see, this is what I have a problem with. Am I going to get my ass kicked by this strapping and very fit man, and then be punished again? If so, may we skip the beating part here and move on to the next?” Vala stood with one hand cocked on her hip.
The Chief High Mucky Muck grew red in the face and hollered, “No!”
“Thought not.” Vala turned towards Cam, got into a crouch and beckoned him forward. “Come on then, make it look good.”
He rushed at her, wrapped both arms around her and used his momentum to carry them both to the ground. He was doing exactly as she had asked, making it look good. He rolled on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the ground.
He’d forgotten how good Vala smelled. Damn it. It distracted him and she was able to get a leg around him and roll them over so that she was sitting on top of him. There was no way in hell she didn’t feel his hard on through his BDUs. Their groins were pressed together intimately.
The bitch knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she thrust her hips forward in a very deliberate move as she grabbed for his hands. Letting out a grunt, partly irritation and partly in response to the grind of her against him, he pulled his arms away and reached for her hips. He needed to move her.
He ended up bucking upwards, trying to throw her off balance, but she had her knees clasped tightly around his waist. “Off, bitch!” Mitchell shouted, shoving at her shoulders.
She laughed and gave another wriggle of her hips before he was able to roll them over again. Needing to regain his control, he scrambled to his feet, panting and staring at her. “That was not cool!” He pointed a finger in accusation at her.
“I thought it was.” She licked her lips and dropped her hands to her hips. “I’m rather enjoying this. She beckoned him forward again.
Cam groaned and rolled his eyes, it was easy to see she was enjoying herself, which is exactly why the Chief High Mucky Muck raised his spear and called, “Stop!”
The spear was pointed at Vala, “Take her to the posts and give her ten lashes. Take him to the Circle of the Ancestors and see that he leaves!”
With a pouting glance at Cam, Vala gave a slight shrug as she stared at his tented BDUs. “Maybe another time then, eh?”
“Right, sure.” He let the village spearmen lead him to the Gate. Teal’c and Daniel were watching over Vala from their secured spot overlooking the village, and so he was perfectly justified in going through the Gate and heading straight for an icy cold shower.
Fandom: SG-1
Characters/Pairing: Cam Mitchell/Vala Mal Doran
Orientation: Het
Rating: PG
Word Count: 585
Notes: for meekosan
Prompt: For Kink Bingo fill: “wrestling/grinding”
“Then you will prove the woman means nothing to you. Prepare the circle!” The Chief High Mucky Muck raised his spear and pointed towards the large dirt circle at the center of the village.
Mitchell groaned. This was not going at all according to plan. He looked across the circle at Vala, standing between two guards, a sheepish expression on her face. She’d been caught scoping out the treasure vault. Cam supposed she’d been trying to do SG-1 a favor by declaring she didn’t know them, but in actuality, the claim was working to their disadvantage.
Cam was shoved forward into the circle, as was Vala. “The favor of the gods will shine upon the victor.”
“And the loser?” Vala and Cam asked simultaneously.
“Will be punished accordingly.”
“You see, this is what I have a problem with. Am I going to get my ass kicked by this strapping and very fit man, and then be punished again? If so, may we skip the beating part here and move on to the next?” Vala stood with one hand cocked on her hip.
The Chief High Mucky Muck grew red in the face and hollered, “No!”
“Thought not.” Vala turned towards Cam, got into a crouch and beckoned him forward. “Come on then, make it look good.”
He rushed at her, wrapped both arms around her and used his momentum to carry them both to the ground. He was doing exactly as she had asked, making it look good. He rolled on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the ground.
He’d forgotten how good Vala smelled. Damn it. It distracted him and she was able to get a leg around him and roll them over so that she was sitting on top of him. There was no way in hell she didn’t feel his hard on through his BDUs. Their groins were pressed together intimately.
The bitch knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she thrust her hips forward in a very deliberate move as she grabbed for his hands. Letting out a grunt, partly irritation and partly in response to the grind of her against him, he pulled his arms away and reached for her hips. He needed to move her.
He ended up bucking upwards, trying to throw her off balance, but she had her knees clasped tightly around his waist. “Off, bitch!” Mitchell shouted, shoving at her shoulders.
She laughed and gave another wriggle of her hips before he was able to roll them over again. Needing to regain his control, he scrambled to his feet, panting and staring at her. “That was not cool!” He pointed a finger in accusation at her.
“I thought it was.” She licked her lips and dropped her hands to her hips. “I’m rather enjoying this. She beckoned him forward again.
Cam groaned and rolled his eyes, it was easy to see she was enjoying herself, which is exactly why the Chief High Mucky Muck raised his spear and called, “Stop!”
The spear was pointed at Vala, “Take her to the posts and give her ten lashes. Take him to the Circle of the Ancestors and see that he leaves!”
With a pouting glance at Cam, Vala gave a slight shrug as she stared at his tented BDUs. “Maybe another time then, eh?”
“Right, sure.” He let the village spearmen lead him to the Gate. Teal’c and Daniel were watching over Vala from their secured spot overlooking the village, and so he was perfectly justified in going through the Gate and heading straight for an icy cold shower.