Fic: Batteries Not Required [Sam/Daniel, Batteries] Adult
This thing got entirely away from me and is now over twice as long as it should be. Thus I'm posting it here.
Um, this might suck hugely, but quite honestly, I got tired of constantly poking at it. Not beta'd, so suckage is entirely mine.
Batteries Not Required [Sam Carter/Daniel Jackson, Batteries] Adult.
Sam walked the perimeter of the cavern one final time, poked at the recalcitrant door and finally slid down the wall opposite Daniel.
“Relax Sam, Teal’c’ll be back with Bill Lee in a couple of hours. There’s plenty of air and we’ve got water, so all we have to do is wait,” Daniel said, stretching out his long legs.
“I just wish this had happened before we discovered it was a dead end. It’s like it fucking waited until we’d tossed our gear out before it sealed us in here.” Sam got up again and started banging on the panel beside the door with her flashlight.
Daniel sighed and went to her, snatching the flashlight out of her hand. “Sam. Please, don’t break our flashlight. Now come on and sit down. We can… talk, or something.”
She let him lead her away and pull her down beside him, “Yeah, like you’re so big on talking about yourself. Christ.”
“What? I can talk about myself,” he stalled out, mouth open and looking up. “Okay. Well, not much to talk about, actually. I guess I could tell you what I bought at the grocery store yesterday. Coffee, of course, and uh, some granola bars. They had some great oranges, so a couple of those-”
“Very helpful, Daniel. Thanks” Sam asked, elbowing him in the ribs.
“So, what about you? You seem… antsy lately.” Daniel put the ball firmly back in her court.
“Antsy?” Sam replied irritably.
“Yeah. Restless… ants-in-the-pants.” Daniel ignored her tone and pressed on.
“Trust me, nothing’s been anywhere near my pants in a damn long time,” Sam snapped and muttered something under her breath.
“What was that? Something about batteries?”
Sam sighed loudly. “Crap. A girl can’t have any secrets around you guys, can she? I said, ‘nothing that doesn’t require batteries.’ Happy?”
“Oh. Uh… Well. I understand, believe me. I don’t need batteries though,” Daniel said, both thinking and trying not to think too hard about Sam’s confession.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked, turning to him.
“Just that, um… Oh, shit! No! I didn’t mean… but, yeah, if… or, you know, you might not…” Daniel began a verbal flail the likes of which Sam hadn’t seen in years. She kept her expression unreadable. “I meant, guys don’t need, use, uh, batteries. Generally. Maybe some do, I don’t know.” He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to get the disturbing vision out of his brain.
“But um, if you wanted… er, no batteries, I could… probably, no, definitely…,” Daniel finally trailed off and looked at her.
Sam couldn’t stop the smile curving her mouth. “God, I’ve missed you like this, Daniel.”
“You’re fucking with me,” he said, looking a bit stern.
“No, this is me not fucking with you. Unfortunately,” she replied softly.
They looked at each other for a long moment, the flashlight casting shadows on their faces.
“C’mere, Sam.” Daniel’s voice had dropped into a lower, sexier register and he stretched his arm out to draw her in.
They’d shared kisses before but nothing quite like this. After knowing him for so long, Sam was pleasantly surprised when she felt Daniel’s tongue brush her lips. He made a little noise in his throat when she returned the gesture and things quickly got more heated.
“God, I’ve needed that,” Sam said when they finally parted.
“Me too,” Daniel agreed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Here, use me as a backrest, I’m softer than the wall.”
Sam let him pull her between his knees and leaned back against his chest. He was warm, comfortable, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She let her head fall back alongside his and Daniel put his mouth to her neck. His arms wrapped around her while he nipped at her earlobe, making her sigh.
Fingers tugged her shirt out of her pants, unbuckled her belt and popped the top button. Slightly rough against her skin, Daniel’s left hand headed north while his right slipped under the waistband of her pants and underwear.
“Daniel-“ she began, but his tongue-tip traced a cord in her neck, robbing her of speech.
“Please… if this is a pity… thing,” she tried again but God, this was Daniel and she’d always known he’d be so damn good at this.
“Sam… you know it’s not,” he answered softly, his breath on her ear. Just the way he spoke her name made her want this.
She adjusted her position slightly and draped her legs over his thighs, making room between her legs for him. His left hand was massaging her breast through the thick cotton of her sports bra, teasing her nipple until it drew tight. A soft ‘oh,’ slipped past her lips when his fingers found her clit.
“Let’s see how much I remember,” Daniel said, his voice like liquid sex in her ear. Sam turned her head and kissed him, while his hands slowly explored her.
He’d forgotten nothing, his fingers slowly stroking and circling, only stopping to slip inside her for a few thrusts then returning to her clit. Sam could feel her orgasm building, tightening the muscles in her legs and belly, pressing her back against his chest.
“Daniel…Please,” she groaned.
Instead of moving faster, he scraped his teeth down the side of her neck, rubbed just that much harder and held her tight. Sam came on a burst of breath resolving to quiet moans and Daniel immediately lightened his touch as she rocked against him.
When she finally relaxed, practically boneless, he kissed her softly. Withdrawing his hands, he smoothed her clothes back into place and simply held her.
“Would it be too completely pathetic if I said thank you?” Sam muttered from the vicinity of his neck.
“Um… I don’t know,” he replied, his nose buried in her hair, “But I wanted to, so… I should probably be thanking you. Call it a draw.”
Sam could feel Daniel’s erection against the small of her back. Firm, harder than the rest of him, so simple and yet so very there that she dropped into thoughts of touching him, taking him in hand and giving him something of what he’d given her. It wasn’t simple reciprocation, you did that for me, so I’ll do this for you. No, Sam wanted to see, hear, feel his breathing change, the play of muscle under her hand and discover the sounds he made.
It seemed strange that they’ve known each other all these years, in so many ways and yet not like this. Never like this. How could she know so much about Daniel - how he sounded when in pain or how his eyes flashed with defiance when thwarted - but not what he looked like in pleasure? What sort of touch he liked, what would make his breath catch in his throat?
Turning in his arms, Sam nipped at the thin skin under Daniel’s ear. His fingers twitched against her so she kept it up, kissing, licking her way to his mouth. She splayed her hand on his belly while she traced his lips with hers, not quite closing her eyes so she could watch him. Saw his eyes open with sudden understanding of her intent when she closed her fingers, tugging his shirt out of his pants.
“Sam, I - you don’t-“ he began, his pupils already dilated, making a liar of him.
“Shh.” Her hand slipped under his shirt, felt his stomach muscles shift. “Let me.”
Sam worked his belt buckle. Daniel’s hand came down on hers as she started on the buttons of his fly.
“It’ll probably be… messy,” he told her in an odd tone. Not precisely embarrassed, but something like concern edged into his voice.
“I think I can handle it,” Sam smiled but wondered if he meant any differently than in the conventional way. She let her nails scrape lightly over his nipple
Daniel let out a quiet little grunt and licked his lower lip. Trailing her hand across his chest, shirt rucked up on her wrist showing the pale skin of his belly, she rested her palm on his sternum. Sam slid the backs of the fingers of her other hand up the ridge of his cock through his shorts.
Sam felt the thump of his heart as it sped up, the rumble of his groan through her fingers on his chest. His cock jumped under her hand and his stomach muscles contracted sharply. Suddenly, it seemed as if she’d forgotten how to breathe, how much she wanted this, to see Daniel like this.
“Sam?” Daniel said softly, drawing her attention from his torso to his face. “Please. Yes.”
Sam felt herself grin back. She hadn’t been waiting for his permission. If he didn’t want it, he would never have let her get this far. She pulled herself together and knelt between his legs, using both hands to free his cock and balls from the boxer briefs.
Actually seeing it for the first time… well.
She’d caught glimpses over the years of course and she’d felt his erection before, sharing a nervous chuckle with him over hideously inappropriate timing. Once, not long after he’d de-ascended for the first time, he’d been crawling over her for better position when they’d had to freeze for several long moments, waiting for a patrol to pass. Sam felt Daniel harden against her ass and his breath on her neck. Nice to know that part of me hasn’t forgotten much, he’d whispered against her ear.
It wasn’t that he was remarkably long or thick or… unusual in any particular way. It was that it was Daniel in her hands, wanting her to touch him, hard and wet at the tip. Sam twisted her hands around the shaft a couple of times and Daniel raised his knees on either side of her.
She dropped one hand to his balls, rolling and pulling gently as she flicked her thumb into the spot under the head. Daniel twitched all over and groaned, fingers grasping at air. Sam stroked him a few more times before he gasped, ”Sam”. He wrapped his fingers around hers, jerked a few times and came, body rigid, breath reduced to sharp pants. She took it all in, committing it to memory, down to the pulse-beat in his neck and felt some kind of sympathetic thrill deep inside.
While Daniel was recovering, Sam found his bandana in one of his pockets and began to clean them both up. It had been a bit on the messy side, but so very worth it.
“Jesus, Sam, I don’t care if it’s pathetic - Thanks.” Daniel pulled her into his arms to wait for their rescue.
End
Um, this might suck hugely, but quite honestly, I got tired of constantly poking at it. Not beta'd, so suckage is entirely mine.
Batteries Not Required [Sam Carter/Daniel Jackson, Batteries] Adult.
Sam walked the perimeter of the cavern one final time, poked at the recalcitrant door and finally slid down the wall opposite Daniel.
“Relax Sam, Teal’c’ll be back with Bill Lee in a couple of hours. There’s plenty of air and we’ve got water, so all we have to do is wait,” Daniel said, stretching out his long legs.
“I just wish this had happened before we discovered it was a dead end. It’s like it fucking waited until we’d tossed our gear out before it sealed us in here.” Sam got up again and started banging on the panel beside the door with her flashlight.
Daniel sighed and went to her, snatching the flashlight out of her hand. “Sam. Please, don’t break our flashlight. Now come on and sit down. We can… talk, or something.”
She let him lead her away and pull her down beside him, “Yeah, like you’re so big on talking about yourself. Christ.”
“What? I can talk about myself,” he stalled out, mouth open and looking up. “Okay. Well, not much to talk about, actually. I guess I could tell you what I bought at the grocery store yesterday. Coffee, of course, and uh, some granola bars. They had some great oranges, so a couple of those-”
“Very helpful, Daniel. Thanks” Sam asked, elbowing him in the ribs.
“So, what about you? You seem… antsy lately.” Daniel put the ball firmly back in her court.
“Antsy?” Sam replied irritably.
“Yeah. Restless… ants-in-the-pants.” Daniel ignored her tone and pressed on.
“Trust me, nothing’s been anywhere near my pants in a damn long time,” Sam snapped and muttered something under her breath.
“What was that? Something about batteries?”
Sam sighed loudly. “Crap. A girl can’t have any secrets around you guys, can she? I said, ‘nothing that doesn’t require batteries.’ Happy?”
“Oh. Uh… Well. I understand, believe me. I don’t need batteries though,” Daniel said, both thinking and trying not to think too hard about Sam’s confession.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked, turning to him.
“Just that, um… Oh, shit! No! I didn’t mean… but, yeah, if… or, you know, you might not…” Daniel began a verbal flail the likes of which Sam hadn’t seen in years. She kept her expression unreadable. “I meant, guys don’t need, use, uh, batteries. Generally. Maybe some do, I don’t know.” He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to get the disturbing vision out of his brain.
“But um, if you wanted… er, no batteries, I could… probably, no, definitely…,” Daniel finally trailed off and looked at her.
Sam couldn’t stop the smile curving her mouth. “God, I’ve missed you like this, Daniel.”
“You’re fucking with me,” he said, looking a bit stern.
“No, this is me not fucking with you. Unfortunately,” she replied softly.
They looked at each other for a long moment, the flashlight casting shadows on their faces.
“C’mere, Sam.” Daniel’s voice had dropped into a lower, sexier register and he stretched his arm out to draw her in.
They’d shared kisses before but nothing quite like this. After knowing him for so long, Sam was pleasantly surprised when she felt Daniel’s tongue brush her lips. He made a little noise in his throat when she returned the gesture and things quickly got more heated.
“God, I’ve needed that,” Sam said when they finally parted.
“Me too,” Daniel agreed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Here, use me as a backrest, I’m softer than the wall.”
Sam let him pull her between his knees and leaned back against his chest. He was warm, comfortable, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She let her head fall back alongside his and Daniel put his mouth to her neck. His arms wrapped around her while he nipped at her earlobe, making her sigh.
Fingers tugged her shirt out of her pants, unbuckled her belt and popped the top button. Slightly rough against her skin, Daniel’s left hand headed north while his right slipped under the waistband of her pants and underwear.
“Daniel-“ she began, but his tongue-tip traced a cord in her neck, robbing her of speech.
“Please… if this is a pity… thing,” she tried again but God, this was Daniel and she’d always known he’d be so damn good at this.
“Sam… you know it’s not,” he answered softly, his breath on her ear. Just the way he spoke her name made her want this.
She adjusted her position slightly and draped her legs over his thighs, making room between her legs for him. His left hand was massaging her breast through the thick cotton of her sports bra, teasing her nipple until it drew tight. A soft ‘oh,’ slipped past her lips when his fingers found her clit.
“Let’s see how much I remember,” Daniel said, his voice like liquid sex in her ear. Sam turned her head and kissed him, while his hands slowly explored her.
He’d forgotten nothing, his fingers slowly stroking and circling, only stopping to slip inside her for a few thrusts then returning to her clit. Sam could feel her orgasm building, tightening the muscles in her legs and belly, pressing her back against his chest.
“Daniel…Please,” she groaned.
Instead of moving faster, he scraped his teeth down the side of her neck, rubbed just that much harder and held her tight. Sam came on a burst of breath resolving to quiet moans and Daniel immediately lightened his touch as she rocked against him.
When she finally relaxed, practically boneless, he kissed her softly. Withdrawing his hands, he smoothed her clothes back into place and simply held her.
“Would it be too completely pathetic if I said thank you?” Sam muttered from the vicinity of his neck.
“Um… I don’t know,” he replied, his nose buried in her hair, “But I wanted to, so… I should probably be thanking you. Call it a draw.”
Sam could feel Daniel’s erection against the small of her back. Firm, harder than the rest of him, so simple and yet so very there that she dropped into thoughts of touching him, taking him in hand and giving him something of what he’d given her. It wasn’t simple reciprocation, you did that for me, so I’ll do this for you. No, Sam wanted to see, hear, feel his breathing change, the play of muscle under her hand and discover the sounds he made.
It seemed strange that they’ve known each other all these years, in so many ways and yet not like this. Never like this. How could she know so much about Daniel - how he sounded when in pain or how his eyes flashed with defiance when thwarted - but not what he looked like in pleasure? What sort of touch he liked, what would make his breath catch in his throat?
Turning in his arms, Sam nipped at the thin skin under Daniel’s ear. His fingers twitched against her so she kept it up, kissing, licking her way to his mouth. She splayed her hand on his belly while she traced his lips with hers, not quite closing her eyes so she could watch him. Saw his eyes open with sudden understanding of her intent when she closed her fingers, tugging his shirt out of his pants.
“Sam, I - you don’t-“ he began, his pupils already dilated, making a liar of him.
“Shh.” Her hand slipped under his shirt, felt his stomach muscles shift. “Let me.”
Sam worked his belt buckle. Daniel’s hand came down on hers as she started on the buttons of his fly.
“It’ll probably be… messy,” he told her in an odd tone. Not precisely embarrassed, but something like concern edged into his voice.
“I think I can handle it,” Sam smiled but wondered if he meant any differently than in the conventional way. She let her nails scrape lightly over his nipple
Daniel let out a quiet little grunt and licked his lower lip. Trailing her hand across his chest, shirt rucked up on her wrist showing the pale skin of his belly, she rested her palm on his sternum. Sam slid the backs of the fingers of her other hand up the ridge of his cock through his shorts.
Sam felt the thump of his heart as it sped up, the rumble of his groan through her fingers on his chest. His cock jumped under her hand and his stomach muscles contracted sharply. Suddenly, it seemed as if she’d forgotten how to breathe, how much she wanted this, to see Daniel like this.
“Sam?” Daniel said softly, drawing her attention from his torso to his face. “Please. Yes.”
Sam felt herself grin back. She hadn’t been waiting for his permission. If he didn’t want it, he would never have let her get this far. She pulled herself together and knelt between his legs, using both hands to free his cock and balls from the boxer briefs.
Actually seeing it for the first time… well.
She’d caught glimpses over the years of course and she’d felt his erection before, sharing a nervous chuckle with him over hideously inappropriate timing. Once, not long after he’d de-ascended for the first time, he’d been crawling over her for better position when they’d had to freeze for several long moments, waiting for a patrol to pass. Sam felt Daniel harden against her ass and his breath on her neck. Nice to know that part of me hasn’t forgotten much, he’d whispered against her ear.
It wasn’t that he was remarkably long or thick or… unusual in any particular way. It was that it was Daniel in her hands, wanting her to touch him, hard and wet at the tip. Sam twisted her hands around the shaft a couple of times and Daniel raised his knees on either side of her.
She dropped one hand to his balls, rolling and pulling gently as she flicked her thumb into the spot under the head. Daniel twitched all over and groaned, fingers grasping at air. Sam stroked him a few more times before he gasped, ”Sam”. He wrapped his fingers around hers, jerked a few times and came, body rigid, breath reduced to sharp pants. She took it all in, committing it to memory, down to the pulse-beat in his neck and felt some kind of sympathetic thrill deep inside.
While Daniel was recovering, Sam found his bandana in one of his pockets and began to clean them both up. It had been a bit on the messy side, but so very worth it.
“Jesus, Sam, I don’t care if it’s pathetic - Thanks.” Daniel pulled her into his arms to wait for their rescue.
End