Drabbles (repost): Various NCIS, Buffy, SGA
Assume NC-17ness. All drabbles, close-to-drabbles, or double drabbles.
Five and a quarter inches long.
One and a half inches across.
Medical grade silicone in a purple so dark it's almost black. Bulbous head, perfectly curved shaft.
They call it a boitoy, but while Abby is more than happy to share her toys with various boys, this one is all for her. She saves it for when she's desperate, turned on beyond the need for an orgasm. She saves it for when she needs a good fucking. That turned on, she barely needs lube. Slides it in and lets it stretch her out.
Then she goes to town.
The probie isn't a good writer. Tony's degree's in physical education, but he knows quality when he sees it.
Quality, Deep Six is not.
Still, it's got a certain...je ne sais quoi that propels the reader. Tony likes to unwind with it in bed. It's great for laughs, but he has to admit the scenes between Tommy and Agent McGregor get him in the gut.
Get him lower. When he can't take it any longer, he sets the book aside. Wraps his hand around his cock and takes the latest scene where he knows McGee never will.
Tara stands naked before the full-length mirror. The book is open at her feet, but she doesn't need the reminder.
You must love yourself first, her mother used to say. Tara never really understood, but she's starting to, now.
Agape, she whispers. A glow surrounds her skin. She sees. Flaws are not flaws, but that which make her beautiful. Unique.
Eros, she cries. The glow moves deeper, into her soul. She touches her skin, reveling in the softness. The responsiveness. Her breasts are full, her hips wide, her stomach touchable.
Her hands keep moving. Tara loves herself.
"I thought you might want this tonight," Elizabeth says when Teyla opens the door. She's holding a small box wrapped in plain brown paper, and the small smile on her face is dwarfed by the shine in her eyes. "Instead of waiting for the distribution tomorrow."
Teyla raises an eyebrow. "Are these the toys you helped me pick out?"
Elizabeth nods and thrusts the package forward. "Happy playing!"
Teyla almost, almost invites Elizabeth in, but it is not her people's way to be so forward, and she knows that Elizabeth's culture has many taboos as well. "Thank you," she says instead.
Elizabeth smiles again, and leaves.
Teyla doesn't look away from the box as she returns to her room. She unwraps it slowly, thinking that perhaps some other time, she will find the courage to ask.
Some other time, after she has mastered this thing called a vibrator.
He only did it once.
Okay, twice. He was still a scientist, after all, even if he'd been so smart at that point that bothering with repetitive testing of most hypotheses was like putting training wheels on Lance Armstrong's bike. But his body was an ever-changing thing, so the second time had really about gaging the rate of his evolution.
Besides, it wasn't like it had taken much time away from everything else. Just a few moments in his room when he was supposed to be resting. Quick as the thought occurred, there were lips everywhere. Brushing his neck. Nipping at his lips. Inching over the skin of his chest, of his belly, of his... Rodney's eyes sprang wide open, but the phantom lips were definitely phantom. He hadn't managed to call some succubus into being with the power of his mind, thank goodness.
But his mind was awfully good at sucking at his cock. He closed his eyes again, swallowing hard as the mental mouth swallowed him down. It drew up and down at the prefect speed, wet and warm exactly the way he liked it, and before he knew it he was coming.
In his pants.
Luckily, he was a highly evolved super-genius. The second time, he did it in the shower.
Five and a quarter inches long.
One and a half inches across.
Medical grade silicone in a purple so dark it's almost black. Bulbous head, perfectly curved shaft.
They call it a boitoy, but while Abby is more than happy to share her toys with various boys, this one is all for her. She saves it for when she's desperate, turned on beyond the need for an orgasm. She saves it for when she needs a good fucking. That turned on, she barely needs lube. Slides it in and lets it stretch her out.
Then she goes to town.
The probie isn't a good writer. Tony's degree's in physical education, but he knows quality when he sees it.
Quality, Deep Six is not.
Still, it's got a certain...je ne sais quoi that propels the reader. Tony likes to unwind with it in bed. It's great for laughs, but he has to admit the scenes between Tommy and Agent McGregor get him in the gut.
Get him lower. When he can't take it any longer, he sets the book aside. Wraps his hand around his cock and takes the latest scene where he knows McGee never will.
Tara stands naked before the full-length mirror. The book is open at her feet, but she doesn't need the reminder.
You must love yourself first, her mother used to say. Tara never really understood, but she's starting to, now.
Agape, she whispers. A glow surrounds her skin. She sees. Flaws are not flaws, but that which make her beautiful. Unique.
Eros, she cries. The glow moves deeper, into her soul. She touches her skin, reveling in the softness. The responsiveness. Her breasts are full, her hips wide, her stomach touchable.
Her hands keep moving. Tara loves herself.
"I thought you might want this tonight," Elizabeth says when Teyla opens the door. She's holding a small box wrapped in plain brown paper, and the small smile on her face is dwarfed by the shine in her eyes. "Instead of waiting for the distribution tomorrow."
Teyla raises an eyebrow. "Are these the toys you helped me pick out?"
Elizabeth nods and thrusts the package forward. "Happy playing!"
Teyla almost, almost invites Elizabeth in, but it is not her people's way to be so forward, and she knows that Elizabeth's culture has many taboos as well. "Thank you," she says instead.
Elizabeth smiles again, and leaves.
Teyla doesn't look away from the box as she returns to her room. She unwraps it slowly, thinking that perhaps some other time, she will find the courage to ask.
Some other time, after she has mastered this thing called a vibrator.
He only did it once.
Okay, twice. He was still a scientist, after all, even if he'd been so smart at that point that bothering with repetitive testing of most hypotheses was like putting training wheels on Lance Armstrong's bike. But his body was an ever-changing thing, so the second time had really about gaging the rate of his evolution.
Besides, it wasn't like it had taken much time away from everything else. Just a few moments in his room when he was supposed to be resting. Quick as the thought occurred, there were lips everywhere. Brushing his neck. Nipping at his lips. Inching over the skin of his chest, of his belly, of his... Rodney's eyes sprang wide open, but the phantom lips were definitely phantom. He hadn't managed to call some succubus into being with the power of his mind, thank goodness.
But his mind was awfully good at sucking at his cock. He closed his eyes again, swallowing hard as the mental mouth swallowed him down. It drew up and down at the prefect speed, wet and warm exactly the way he liked it, and before he knew it he was coming.
In his pants.
Luckily, he was a highly evolved super-genius. The second time, he did it in the shower.