Affirmation, Sabrina Gosling/Daniel Jackson, whip, het, NC-17
This got a bit too long for the sg_rarepairings fic battle. Actually, it was just *about* to fit, but there was just too much to put into one comment.
I've always wanted to write a little something with Sabrina and Daniel because their chemistry was so cute in the little bit we got :)
It felt a little wrong to be holding Catherine’s niece in his arms as she kissed him with a singular focus. He was at least 10 years older than Sabrina, but it hardly seemed to matter just now. A year ago, he would have gently pushed her away, but now he couldn’t seem to get his body to obey those commands.
No, instead of pushing her away and mumbling excuses, he met her tongue with his own in a delicious velvet slide. It’d been so damn long since he’d held a woman in his arms. Well, a woman that didn’t have an agenda, anyway. He pulled her tight against him with one arm and sunk the fingers of his other into her thick hair. Tilting his head, he let her deepen the kiss and tasted the sweetened coffee that she’d had at Catherine’s wake.
She broke away, her fingers working to loosen his tie.
“Er, what are you doing?” Daniel asked, his voice rough.
“Don’t want to get lipstick on your collar, do we?” Sabrina answered, smiling as she pulled his tie free.
“Should we be doing this? Here?” Daniel looked around at the roomful of rare and valuable books. Sabrina had been giving him a tour of Catherine’s library.
“Shh, or I’ll get my whip,” Sabrina teased, unbuttoning the top few buttons of Daniel’s shirt.
“Don’t tell me you actually have a whip,” Daniel replied.
“Of course. I ride,” she replied, her words muffled against the skin of his throat and Daniel tried to stifle a groan at the possible double meaning.
Sabrina’s hands drifted down, popping buttons as she went then pulled his shirt out of his pants and shoved it off his shoulders along with his suit coat. Daniel found his arms bound by his cuffs while her lips drifted to his collarbone. She gave it a playful little nip and continued on until she found his nipple. Framing it with her teeth, she flicked her tongue over it and Daniel’s dick, until now only about half-hard, stiffened almost instantly.
“Ah! Sabrina,” he gasped tightly.
“Don’t distract me, Dr. Jackson,” she teased before moving to his other nipple.
“No… door. Door!” Daniel tried to point with a tethered hand, already almost past the point of rational speech.
“Good idea,” Sabrina agreed and left him to close the French doors, locking them with a cool snick
Daniel took the opportunity to free his wrists from his cuffs and draped his shirt and coat over a console table. He felt out of place, bare-chested in Catherine’s library, erection tenting his dress slacks. This felt like a very bad idea.
Sabrina came back to him, shedding her suit jacket and laying it on the table next to his. Her blouse came next, her fingers working the tiny buttons. She was wearing a silky camisole beneath it, her small, hard nipples poking at the fabric. She pressed herself against him, going back to nipping at his neck and shoulders. Daniel groaned and guided her mouth to his, surrendering to the moment with a deep kiss.
With her hands on his hips, Sabrina turned him and pushed him backwards until Daniel’s legs hit something solid. It was the big, comfortable reading chair he’d noticed earlier. She unfastened his belt and fly and pushed his slacks and shorts down his thighs.
Her lips left his to trail down his neck and chest until Sabrina sunk to her knees at his feet. Any reservations Daniel may have had evaporated. He was too far gone to turn her away. He felt her breath on his cock as her hands dragged down his back and over his ass to the backs of his thighs. Then he was enveloped in her warm, wet mouth and it was all he could do not to shout at the pleasure of it.
She suckled at the head, her tongue stroking beneath. He had to close his eyes to the sight or he was going to come, then and there. It felt so damn good he didn’t want her to stop, but if she didn’t…
“Sabrina!” he gasped. “God, stop or I’ll-“ Daniel tugged gently at her hair.
She rose smoothly and gave him a little push, toppling him backwards into the chair. Pulling her skirt up over her thighs, Sabrina followed, straddling his hips, her knees sinking into the soft leather of the seat. Daniel pulled her camisole off over her head, hands skimming down her back and around her ribs to cradle her breasts. Dropping a hand to slip between her legs, he found her underwear already damp. Sabrina pushed them aside impatiently, inviting him to touch her.
He’d almost forgotten how good a woman’s slick folds felt under his fingers, the incredible warmth inside. Her fingers in his hair, she pulled his mouth from her breast and kissed him, moving over him and God sliding down onto his cock so slowly and sweetly he wanted to cry. It felt like a benediction.
Sabrina began moving on him and fuck how did she do that with her hips? She steadied herself with a hand on the back of the chair behind his head. Daniel struggled to find a way to move, his feet entangled in his pants, but finally managed to plant his feet on the floor and use his back to push up into her.
It was embarrassing really, the way he panted and groaned and Daniel wondered if it was age or simply the novelty of breaking his God-knows-how-long dry spell. And he needed to do something and quick, because his orgasm was already looming and the idea of leaving Sabrina unsatisfied was, well, unthinkable. He bit his lip and wrapped his fingers around her hips, stretching out a thumb to rest at the base of her clit.
Sabrina moaned in protest when Daniel slowed things just a little, all the better to drive just a little deeper and harder. After a moment, she tilted her hips and met his pace, words like Yes and Daniel and Fuck falling from her lips as she tightened around him. Daniel felt inordinately pleased with himself and steadied his breathing, watching her. Mouth falling open, her head fell back, a flush spreading across her chest. Her nipples drew up tighter, his saliva still glistening on one of them in the filtered light. Sabrina’s legs tightened around his hips as the wave crested and broke, her body pulling at him.
Daniel resisted for a long moment, savoring the pure sensuality of Sabrina’s climax before his breath caught. He held her steady with his fingers, hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin. He came, curses in a variety of languages rolling off his tongue.
Sabrina let herself lean into him, the sweat already drying on their skin.
“You know I can’t stay,” Daniel whispered.
“I never expected you to.”
I've always wanted to write a little something with Sabrina and Daniel because their chemistry was so cute in the little bit we got :)
It felt a little wrong to be holding Catherine’s niece in his arms as she kissed him with a singular focus. He was at least 10 years older than Sabrina, but it hardly seemed to matter just now. A year ago, he would have gently pushed her away, but now he couldn’t seem to get his body to obey those commands.
No, instead of pushing her away and mumbling excuses, he met her tongue with his own in a delicious velvet slide. It’d been so damn long since he’d held a woman in his arms. Well, a woman that didn’t have an agenda, anyway. He pulled her tight against him with one arm and sunk the fingers of his other into her thick hair. Tilting his head, he let her deepen the kiss and tasted the sweetened coffee that she’d had at Catherine’s wake.
She broke away, her fingers working to loosen his tie.
“Er, what are you doing?” Daniel asked, his voice rough.
“Don’t want to get lipstick on your collar, do we?” Sabrina answered, smiling as she pulled his tie free.
“Should we be doing this? Here?” Daniel looked around at the roomful of rare and valuable books. Sabrina had been giving him a tour of Catherine’s library.
“Shh, or I’ll get my whip,” Sabrina teased, unbuttoning the top few buttons of Daniel’s shirt.
“Don’t tell me you actually have a whip,” Daniel replied.
“Of course. I ride,” she replied, her words muffled against the skin of his throat and Daniel tried to stifle a groan at the possible double meaning.
Sabrina’s hands drifted down, popping buttons as she went then pulled his shirt out of his pants and shoved it off his shoulders along with his suit coat. Daniel found his arms bound by his cuffs while her lips drifted to his collarbone. She gave it a playful little nip and continued on until she found his nipple. Framing it with her teeth, she flicked her tongue over it and Daniel’s dick, until now only about half-hard, stiffened almost instantly.
“Ah! Sabrina,” he gasped tightly.
“Don’t distract me, Dr. Jackson,” she teased before moving to his other nipple.
“No… door. Door!” Daniel tried to point with a tethered hand, already almost past the point of rational speech.
“Good idea,” Sabrina agreed and left him to close the French doors, locking them with a cool snick
Daniel took the opportunity to free his wrists from his cuffs and draped his shirt and coat over a console table. He felt out of place, bare-chested in Catherine’s library, erection tenting his dress slacks. This felt like a very bad idea.
Sabrina came back to him, shedding her suit jacket and laying it on the table next to his. Her blouse came next, her fingers working the tiny buttons. She was wearing a silky camisole beneath it, her small, hard nipples poking at the fabric. She pressed herself against him, going back to nipping at his neck and shoulders. Daniel groaned and guided her mouth to his, surrendering to the moment with a deep kiss.
With her hands on his hips, Sabrina turned him and pushed him backwards until Daniel’s legs hit something solid. It was the big, comfortable reading chair he’d noticed earlier. She unfastened his belt and fly and pushed his slacks and shorts down his thighs.
Her lips left his to trail down his neck and chest until Sabrina sunk to her knees at his feet. Any reservations Daniel may have had evaporated. He was too far gone to turn her away. He felt her breath on his cock as her hands dragged down his back and over his ass to the backs of his thighs. Then he was enveloped in her warm, wet mouth and it was all he could do not to shout at the pleasure of it.
She suckled at the head, her tongue stroking beneath. He had to close his eyes to the sight or he was going to come, then and there. It felt so damn good he didn’t want her to stop, but if she didn’t…
“Sabrina!” he gasped. “God, stop or I’ll-“ Daniel tugged gently at her hair.
She rose smoothly and gave him a little push, toppling him backwards into the chair. Pulling her skirt up over her thighs, Sabrina followed, straddling his hips, her knees sinking into the soft leather of the seat. Daniel pulled her camisole off over her head, hands skimming down her back and around her ribs to cradle her breasts. Dropping a hand to slip between her legs, he found her underwear already damp. Sabrina pushed them aside impatiently, inviting him to touch her.
He’d almost forgotten how good a woman’s slick folds felt under his fingers, the incredible warmth inside. Her fingers in his hair, she pulled his mouth from her breast and kissed him, moving over him and God sliding down onto his cock so slowly and sweetly he wanted to cry. It felt like a benediction.
Sabrina began moving on him and fuck how did she do that with her hips? She steadied herself with a hand on the back of the chair behind his head. Daniel struggled to find a way to move, his feet entangled in his pants, but finally managed to plant his feet on the floor and use his back to push up into her.
It was embarrassing really, the way he panted and groaned and Daniel wondered if it was age or simply the novelty of breaking his God-knows-how-long dry spell. And he needed to do something and quick, because his orgasm was already looming and the idea of leaving Sabrina unsatisfied was, well, unthinkable. He bit his lip and wrapped his fingers around her hips, stretching out a thumb to rest at the base of her clit.
Sabrina moaned in protest when Daniel slowed things just a little, all the better to drive just a little deeper and harder. After a moment, she tilted her hips and met his pace, words like Yes and Daniel and Fuck falling from her lips as she tightened around him. Daniel felt inordinately pleased with himself and steadied his breathing, watching her. Mouth falling open, her head fell back, a flush spreading across her chest. Her nipples drew up tighter, his saliva still glistening on one of them in the filtered light. Sabrina’s legs tightened around his hips as the wave crested and broke, her body pulling at him.
Daniel resisted for a long moment, savoring the pure sensuality of Sabrina’s climax before his breath caught. He held her steady with his fingers, hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin. He came, curses in a variety of languages rolling off his tongue.
Sabrina let herself lean into him, the sweat already drying on their skin.
“You know I can’t stay,” Daniel whispered.
“I never expected you to.”