Prompt: ROBOT
The buzz and whir startled her awake. Or maybe it was the thump, thump thump against her hip? Aeryn didn't know. She didn't know a lot of things, like why she was on the floor in the middle of one of Moya's corridors or why about five little yellow DRD's were staring at her. The little robots all appeared concerned. Well as concerned as a computer could be.
"Where's John?" Her voice was rough and she stood up, slowly. Everything hurt and she paused on her hands and knees and waited for the nausea to pass. The boots were there when she opened her eyes.
"Hey, baby." He helped her up to her feet and slung an arm around her waist. "Rough night?"
She leaned the majority of her weight against him. "What happened?"
"Too many harsh words neither of us meant followed by too much raslek." John heard her moan and he paused. "It's nothing important." It never was. Just tempers flared and stubborn attitudes not giving in. "Lets get you to bed."
"John?" He waited for her to continue as he helped her into bed. "Thanks." Her eyes closed and she felt the cool press of his lips to her forehead. Suddenly she didn't want him to leave. Her hand reached out for him. "Stay?"
And he did, gladly.
Prompt: INSPIRATION
"What are you watching?"
She jumps as Cam speaks to her. The room is dark and she'd been concentrating on the television. Really hard, apparently. She fumbles for the remote but it's already too late.
"Uh…" Vala's speechless. Possibly for the first time in her life. She can feel the pink blush flooding her cheeks.
Cam's face already hurts from grinning. He knows exactly what she's watching. "Is this porn?"
"It's… no… well." Her voice is still refusing to cooperate and Cam's now sitting next to her. Thigh touching thigh. Bicep brushing bicep. His heat is seeping into her skin.
"It is porn!" He's giddy at catching her. The couple on the screen are blissed out on each other. He can see he's interrupted just in time for the big finish.
She looks at his face and sees that the sex on the TV is effecting him. She makes a quick decision. Her knees straddle his lap and she lets her lips capture his. The kiss is searing in it's intensity. Both of them surprised by the heat in it.
She pulls back panting. "Nope, not porn. Inspiration." The noises behind them are lost as they make their own.
Inspiration, indeed.
Prompt: ICE CREAM
His arms are burning from churning but it's going to be worth it. He can see the secret smile that will grace her lips with the first bite. His mind is taking him to a place where it's done, ready to eat and glorious.
The strange composition of the planet they were on gave him an idea. The salt sea and the frozen ice pillars that bordered it. The churn had been easy enough to build, he wishes he would have taken the time to build the tiny motor to do the work now though.
Gathering the rest of what he needed was more difficult but he'd been able to find ingredients that were close enough. Even a chocolate substitute.
"You're quite sweaty, John." Aeryn's propped against the hull of Moya, arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
She's been watching him for a few microns. The bulge of his arms as he spun the device made her swallow hard against her feelings. They had some down time and later - but not much, they'd take care of that need. Now he had plans. You don't get between John and his plans. She's learned over the years to just let him follow through. The end result usually brings something delightful or disastrous. Getting there was half the fun for her now.
"It's almost ready." The resistance is almost perfect, at least to what his muscles remember from doing this with his grandmother years and years ago. A few more spins and he's motioning Aeryn to come over. He grins at her as he pulls the lid off. The brown creamy delicacy is a little lumpier then he'd like but not much you can do with this equipment. He dips a finger in and tastes it. Normally he'd offer the first taste to her, but he wants to make sure it's good before proclaiming the ice cream as the best dessert in the galaxy.
The chill against his tongue is a welcome reminder of home, childhood and comfort. The flavor isn't exactly what he remembers but it's pretty close. His finger takes another dip and offers it to Aeryn.
Her lips part in a small smile and she teases him for a microt that she won't try it. Then her mouth captures his finger, eyes close and tongue licks the digit clean.
His finger slips free of her mouth. "You're right." She swallows the sweet, icy treat. A moan of delight escapes as he offers her more. Aeryn clasps his hand first, "This is perfection." She directs the finger to her lips again and takes her second taste.
"You gonna share? Or should we wait until after you two are done undressing each other…" Chiana's skipping over with a bowl. She's been ready for arns after listening to John spout off about how awesome ice cream is.
Aeryn grins at Chiana. "Are you asking? Cause I'll take option b."
Prompt: APART
The suction noise of the gate closing was always her least favorite. Unless it was behind some criminal or swindler. This time it was behind her… well, it was hard to explain. What was he to her? Boyfriend? Lover? Friend? Confidant? All of those things. But it was more than that. So much more. She felt the tight constriction in her chest as she stared longer at the barren circle. The naquadah long gone and the mission on the other end of the wormhole in progress. She gave a quick wish that they return home safely.
Days pass. She's more and more depressed as the time drags on. There are only so many things she can accomplish at the SGC. Vala's bored. Bored and worried. It's a dangerous combination for her because it usually combines to spell trouble.
She tries to draw random airmen into her card tricks and scams but they've all be taken in before and they just smile and offer to play a less alien game, one with rules - ones she might follow. She just tosses her hair and agrees, happy to have a distraction. Something to keep her mind off of him. None of the people on base can provide her with the same level of satisfaction as his company. None of them come close. Everyone is a poor substitute and she wonders to herself when her life became to intertwined with another? When did Vala Mal Doran start to need someone? Sure she could go on without him. But she didn't want to.
The klaxon call arouses her from sleep. She's got her feet in the pink bunny slippers and is stumbling out the door. Robe forgotten, just flannel pants patterned with sheep and a black tank top as she races down the hall toward the gate room.
He's the last one out of of the silvery liquid. He looks exhausted and dirty but when he sees her a huge smile graces his face. She's reaching for him and even though it feels like a million moments it's less than one. His arms are around her and the weight lifts from her chest. Her Cameron is home.
Apart, no longer.
Prompt: YOUR CHOICE
She doesn't know how they got here. Well, she knows, but the whole process seems so foreign, feels so different. Vala's had sex - lots of it. But something is just… better with Cam. At least she thinks it will be. His hands are touching her everywhere right now; breasts, thighs, back, ass, neck. Not one part of her is left unattended.
She should know that dancing is the quickest way to the bedroom. Their off world and off duty and this tiny room in the hotel like establishment was quickly booked. They were supposed to go back to the campsite. Supposed to check in with Stargate Command. However, Vala had heard the music and told Sam that she wanted to dance. Daniel and Teal'c had been quick to throw up their hands but Cam, dear, innocent Cameron had stumbled over his refusal. She'd grabbed his hand and tugged him with her.
The first dance had been stiff and awkward, the music too fast and the beat too strange. The second had brought her into his embrace. The slowing of the tempo and the mellowing of the sweet sounds of the guitar making it easy to melt into his arms. Her hands had been the first to begin exploring as he moved her across the dance floor. She could feel the muscles ease in his back as she massaged him. Soon her his hands were mimicking hers. That gave her he cue to rest her head on his shoulder, nose nuzzling his neck, one hand between his shoulder blades as the other boldly caressed his ass.
Cam wasn't unaffected. She could hear the change in his breathing and feel the press of his cock, hardening against her belly. The temperature seemed to rise and it had nothing to do with the atmosphere of the bar they were in. They'd been there for a long time, on that planet, working hard. Both of them were fatigued and perhaps that was what lead to the next thing - the part where her lips started to brush across his throat. Her tongue sneaking out and tasting the salt of his flesh.
It didn't take much for him to be convinced to get the room. The place they were in now. Her shirt flew over her head and she unclasps her own bra and his mouth quickly consumes her. Her nipples peak as he suckles her, evenly distributing the attention. Her fingers rake through his hair, clasping the strands against her palms. She's wet, so wet and she wants him to feel her.
The BDU pants are far to restricting and she unbuttons them after detouring across his naked back - his shirt lost long ago. She shimmies out of them, boots kicked free, and flings them across the room. His hands slip under her panties, cupping her ass and tugging her closer. Her breast is still suctioned into his mouth as his tongue laves the tip of her nipple.
A popping noise makes her groan with the loss as her nipple is freed. He kisses his way downwards and takes her panties down her legs. Soon his nose is nuzzling her sex, curls wet and glistening with moisture.
"You smell good." He inhales followed by a moan to prove his point. "I'm going to see if you taste just as good."
A keening whine escapes her lips as he hovers above her. She can feel the hot breath wafting across her sex. Her legs are already trembling and she doesn't know if she'll be able to stay standing when his mouth touches her. The anticipation is killing her, her body craves his lips and she widens her stance. One of his hands spreads her labia and then the tiny flicker of his tongue is there. It's on her and he's just teasing. A gentle, soft lick.
Her hips cant towards him and he almost knows what she's going to do because his head falls back not allowing her to get more pressure. His way, only his way, that's the way this is going to work. She shivers at his subtle bit of control over their encounter. She huffs and tries to calm her breathing. His tongue is caressing her folds, tickling around her opening but never giving her direct contract on her clit.
"I can't stand much longer…" If her thighs have ever felt this sort of burning tenseness she doesn't remember it. They are trembling and her knees feel weak. His lips surround her clit and gives a soft suckle. "Oh, God!"
Cam catches her as her legs give out. "I was ready, baby." He helps her regain her feet and then backs her to the bed. His pants and boxers, boots and socks are removed before he settles on top of her. Her legs part and he lets his cock touch her pussy. They align perfectly. The length of him slips between her lips and the head of his erection tickles her clit. He pumps once. Twice. Again. Her thighs grip at him and a flood of wetness coats his balls and the base of his dick.
"Inside… inside… inside…" She begs. Vala needs to be filled. Wants his cock to stretch her and show her what it's like to be worshiped. She feels revered as his mouth sucks at the base of her throat. Her hand slips down his back, pressing along his spine, needing him closer.
"No condom on me…" He keeps pumping against her, cock nestled between her folds. Her wet, hot, soft sex. Everything is revolving around the sensations shooting from his dick.
She whimpers and snakes her hand between them. She doesn't give a damn. She wants him, all of him. Wants him hard and swollen buried deep within her. On the next pump her hand fists his cock and angles it perfectly to slip inside her.
"Yes…" The word hisses past her lips and her back arches as she takes him in.
Cam bites his lower lip, worrying it between his teeth. She's incredible and he's never been inside anyone without a condom before. It's so much more. So much everything. So slick and slippery, hot, so much heat permeating his cock. He feels his balls jerk up to his body and he tries to stave his climax. He's suddenly close, on the very edge of climax and he needs to pull back.
The full feeling makes her murmur his name over and over. He's strumming all her important pleasure strings and the head of his erection keeps bumping the perfect spot inside her. Her hand is still there and she gives in to the desire to touch herself. She needs something more. Vala's pointer flickers lightly across her clitoris.
His rhythm speeds and her legs climb further up his waist, changing the angle and making them both closer to the inevitable finish. Their skin is slippery with sweat and her nipples, pointed and erect, slide against his chest. His body is so close to hers and his head is buried in her neck. Teeth scrape her flesh and he draws nearer.
"I'm going to… really soon." Cam struggles to tell her. He can feel the motion of her hand increase and the twitching around his cock tells him she's almost there. "I want to feel it… you, coming around me." The sheath surrounding him inches tighter, it seems even wetter and hotter.
His words are good, her brain's pleasure center enjoys the encouragement. She adds speed and pressure to her circling and then she's there. Tumbling over the cliff into the abyss of orgasm. She shudders and arches, calls his name.
"Holy…" The clamping and releasing stops his climax for point five seconds and then his balls are as tight as he can recall and he's shooting into her. Rope after rope of sticky come, coating her inside with each surge of semen. God, it's good.
Both of them are panting. He slumps against her, his weight crushing her into the mattress. He can't move though, doesn't want to. Her hand pulls free and joins her other one on his back. A shiver of aftershock rushes through him and she must feel it because her fingertips start to trail soothing shapes on him. He can feel her spreading her juices on him. The finger that played over her clit is now making a path along his spine.
Finally, he's softening and Cam's breathing is back to normal. Both of them groan as he rolls off her, cock sliding free. She flips around and presses her back to his chest. He doesn't waste time or pretend he doesn't understand. His arm is slung around her waist and yanks her closer. The air around them is cooling and he wrestles with the comforter for a minute before he's able to cover them.
"That was…" Cam searches for the right words. "Unexpected."
"The best things usually are." Vala tips her head back and smiles at him. It turns into a yawn and the long day, vigorous activity and lack of sleep is catching her. "You said you didn't like to dance…"
"Oh, baby, I like to dance. This sort of dancing…" Cam kisses the side of her mouth, the only thing he can reach at this angle.
Her eyes close as his mouth connects. "I like when the other sort leads to this sort."
"This is a first for me." Cam knows it's probably not for her. His heart clamps a bit but he lets it go. Her past is her own.
Vala feels the tension, it's brief but it's there. "For me too." His nose tickles her neck as he chuckles. "It really is… I just… Normally I just tease on the dance floor. Get a few free drinks and go home alone. This time… I didn't want to go home alone. Or back to camp with everyone. I just wanted you."
"I'm glad you did."
The city lights sparkle dimly in the window and a cool breeze wafts across them. The night air is crisp and refreshing. Their eyes droop and finally both of them find sleep. The rest of the team will know what's happened but neither of them can be bothered to care.
Or they might assume they were arrested.
Prompt: BAMF
Guns. Rifles. Pistols. They've all been like children to her. She knows how to disassemble and reassemble them blindfolded with only one hand. She doesn't know hesitation. If someone needed to be shot, killed, maimed she wouldn't blink. She'd just do it.
Now… Things were different. She felt, something, when she pointed that weapon. A twinge of a feeling she couldn't place. A fatal flaw in her training. They never prepared her to actually care.
"Aeryn." John sits beside her at the table. Her favorite artillery spread out for routine maintenance. He can see she's troubled. It's easy to read her. She was so used to not showing emotion now that she does it's a beacon on her face. "You're still a BAMF."
"What's a… BAMF?"
"Bad ass mother freller." He sees her shrug it off. "It's good, ya know? Not wanting to kill everyone, everything. You value life."
"I'll get us killed."
"You'll help us make peace." John knows it will take her time to get used to the slightly new her. Love changes you. He's harder for the love of this woman and she's become a little softer for the love of him. "Make love not war."
"After I'm done with these."
John smiles as he nuzzles her neck. He'll let her think that it was literal, not just a saying. "How can I help?"
She hesitates, so used to doing it alone, before handing him the smallest pulse pistol on the table. "Don't kill us with that."
He kisses her cheek before going to work on his minuscule weapon. "Maybe too much of a BAMF sometimes, baby, but you're learning."
Prompt: DEATH
The blood covered her hands and she doesn't know if she has the strength to wash them. Sweat drips from her forehead, it's so hot in there, and she has to use her elbow to wipe it away. She never thought it would happen. They'd all been so good about dodging bullets. Their lives depended on it.
At first the wound looked manageable. So they stopped into the cave, free of the crossfire while they tended to the wound. Soon they discovered that it wasn't simple, not graze, not a near miss. It was a direct hit. The pressure she'd applied immediately only served to coat her fingers in the red life blood as each cloth was soaked.
Pint after pint left his body. He'd always been so tough, always invincible and now he was fading fast. Sam cradled his head in her lap and he looked up with the knowledge of his fate reflected back at her. He didn't cry out, didn't protest. He didn't rage against the unfairness of the situation. He'd fought long and hard for his own kind and this random stray bullet from a war on another planet, another universe, is what finally caught him.
Vala keeps trying though. She can't give up. Not while there is life in his eyes. Not while air is taken into his lungs. Soon her eyes blur with tears as she watches his close. His chest ceases to rise and finally his arms flop uselessly at his side.
"Oh, Muscles…" Vala chokes on her goodbye. She looks up at Sam and both women know they've done all they could. It wasn't enough.
It wasn't enough.
Prompt: LIFE
The first flutter surprises her. She's walking down the hall and it stops her short. Her hand goes to her stomach not sure if it's real or not. Another little movement follows and she knows. She knows it's really happening. There is life inside her. It makes her smile.
That's where he finds her. One hand braced against the golden rib of Moya's corridor and the other still on her belly. Her flat, muscled stomach which will soon be obviously filled with his child. Pride is all he feels in that instant. One more life in this universe. This crazy, mixed up place. None of that matters. He halts in front of her and the gigantic smile that consumes her face as she tilts her head up to look at him.
He knows this is right. No matter how frelled up the universe is. No matter how many people want to find them. This little life is everything. He can't help but kiss her.
Aeryn's hand captures his and presses it to her belly, hoping he'll be able to feel it too.
It's too soon. He can't find the feeling but he caresses and tries anyway.
"It's alive." Her voice is deep and graveled. She looks into John's eyes and waits for his reply.
"And it's ours."
Prompt: FEAR
She can't catch her breath. Every bit of air she gets is used to run. Her legs are pumping and she's racing away. It's going to catch her. But she has to fight. She has to try. She screams for Cam and that's when she feels the claw upon her shoulder. Her body tenses with terror, mind numbing fear coursing throughout her veins.
Cam gets an elbow to his ribs for his effort but he ignores the pain and keeps speaking into her ear. Her body is pinned tightly to his and he's trying to rouse her. She's been having nightmares for a few weeks now.
"Cam!"
Vala's voice pierces his soul as she calls for him. He redoubles his effort and finally he feels her stiffen and then her eyes fly open.
"Baby, honey, it's alright." She's so still in his arms. Her breathing is shallow and rapid and he releases his grip slightly before beginning caressing her all over. Bringing her body back to him so her mind can follow. "You're with me. Nothing is going to get you."
"Cameron?" The cracked, hurt, childlike quality to her voice startles even her. He whispers a yes into her ear and she does a one-eighty in his arms, clinging to him. "I don't know why I keep seeing this…"
Her fear frightens him. She's so vulnerable and so tired sounding. It takes him a while to soothe her back to sleep after one of her nightmares and this was the worst of the lot.
"We'll go talk to someone about it. Find out if we can do anything." His hands just rub her back, massaging away the stiffness left over from her terror. She's been hesitant before but now he feels her nod of agreement. "We'll conquer this together, sweetheart. Just like everything else."