Volume - The Desk Set Series - Jack/Samantha Fanfiction
Title: Volume 2 of The Desk Set Series
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Samantha
Summary: Once the other members of the VCTF are asleep, Sam has a visitor in her motel room... Series takes place 3rd Season from Otis, CA onwards.
Author's Notes: My friend roman_romantic is having a rough time lately and asked me for Otis smut. So here is the first of several pieces in a series entitled the Desk Set that are all smutty Ed Boasty goodness from my dear friend. To my beta, jackssilverwolf many thanks :o) Cross-posted at profiler_fans. Although this piece may stand on it's own, it's part of a series, here is a link to the previous chapter Volume 1 - Desk Set Series
Wearing the uniform of Otis' finest, Jack stood under the awning of the Otis Motorcourt Inn. Moving silently to the orange door of Samantha's room, he cast an uneasy glance at the rooms on either side before softly knocking. With John Grant and Bailey Malone occupying the rooms on either side, quiet was essential. Even though they'd nearly been caught at the Sheriff's station earlier, they had agreed to meet once everyone had gone to bed for the night. After only a few short months together, the temptation to be together when a rare opportunity presented itself far outweighed any risk involved. With Donald Lucas in jail it was unlikely Malone would be suspicious of Ed Boast, but it would be hard for Sam to explain why she was entertaining the small town Sheriff in her room in the middle of the night.
The door opened and Jack smiled as Samantha took his hand and pulled him inside.
"Sheriff Boast, what an unexpected surprise," she teased.
Pulling her close and taking the belt of her fluffy white bathrobe in his hand he replied, "So it would seem."
"Hey!" she exclaimed indignantly. "There's nothing wrong with this robe."
"I find it rather charming, but I think you'd look even nicer without it."
Feigning shock, she gave him a wide eyed look and gasped, "Sheriff Boast! Surely you're not suggesting I expose myself to you!"
"And what if I am, Dr. Waters?"
"That would be abusing your post as a publicly elected official," Samantha teased as she moved her hand to his zipper and ran her fingertip over it.
"I think it could be argued you're trying to abuse the publicly elected official's post," Jack mused huskily.
As he began to untie her robe, she countered, "Funny, I thought you rather enjoyed what I did with your post earlier.
"Very much so. Although I wasn't too crazy about having an audience."
"They don't know your identity," Sam said as her robe fell to the floor. Moaning softly as Jack's hands moved over her exposed flesh, she began to struggle with his belt in earnest. The sooner he was naked, the better! After his belt fell to the floor, she started unbuttoning his shirt. "As much as I like a man in a uniform, I like one even better out of uniform."
Raising an eyebrow he gave her an amused look as he inquired, "Would we be talking about me, Dr. Waters? Men in sheriff's uniforms? Or is it men in uniforms in gen-" His question slurred off into a groan as she unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside.
"Not that you don't already know and God only knows my telling you will only make you more conceited, but for your information, it would be you," she informed him and kissed him lightly before resuming removing his shirt.
Affecting Ed Boast's drawl, he asked, "Now Dr. Waters, whatever would make you think I'm conceited?"
"Hmmm, let me think. I don't know. Your god complex? The presumption that we were soulmates and I would appreciate you killing my husband? Your arrogance? Need I go on?"
Although she never would admit it, his arrogance was one of the things she loved most about him. On a lesser man, it would have been irritating, but Jack was different. He was entitled to his cockiness because he never failed to live up to the image he'd created in her mind over the years.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he replied, continuing his Ed Boast routine.
"Sure you don't. Because you're just the innocent sheriff of a tiny town."
Tracing the contour of her breast with his tongue, he assured her, "Very innocent"
"Yeah right."
Offering her an angelic expression he murmured, "Practically a virgin."
"A virgin, huh? That's too bad." As much fun as it might be to deflower an innocent Ed Boast one day, they didn't have much time and she was still wound up from their earlier romp in the Sheriff's office. There would be time for games later, she decided. "I don't think I'm in the mood for a virginal sheriff."
Giving her an inquisitive look, he demanded huskily, "What are you in the mood for?"
"You. Fuck me. Love me. Please, Jack, I need-"
His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss. If he hadn't wrapped his arms tightly around her just then, she might have collapsed under the dizzying assault of his mouth. Almost as frightening as it was exciting, the intensity of his passion and the possessive hunger he took her made Samantha's heart race.
Jack broke their kiss and pushed her onto the bed. Eagerly, Samantha watched as he kicked off his shoes and slid off his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his socks and she moved behind him. Her mouth moved over his earlobe provocatively, then trailed down the side of his neck and she nipped him playfully. Jack turned around suddenly, grabbed Samantha's wrists and pinned her to the bed.
"No biting," he scolded.
"But I like marking you. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it," she argued arching up against his rigid cock.
"So do you." Lowering his mouth to her throat, then sliding down to her breast, he sucked on the flesh above her nipple until blood rushed to the surface and left a mark. "But nothing that's going to show this time. Keep it where clothing will cover it. Otherwise it could draw unwanted attention from your traveling companions."
"I suppose you're right, but I would point out that we're going back to Atlanta tomorrow. I doubt Bailey's going to be scrutinizing Otis' sexy sheriff."
"Plans change.".
"What do you mean plans-" Sam trailed off as Jack kissed her and his hand slid between her legs.
Her question was quickly forgotten as his fingers glided knowingly over her heated sex. Fighting the urge to cry out, Samantha bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure which aroused her more, the way he touched her or the fact it was Jack was touching her. At one time she would have fretted over what her friends would have thought if they knew, but her guilt had long since faded.
Basking in the warmth of Jack's love might seem like madness to the rest of the world, but for Samantha it was almost a religious experience. Jack was the god of his world and she reveled in being his goddess. She didn't know if she could ever condone murder, but she couldn't face a life without Jack either. Right and wrong was no longer an issue for her. There was only Jack. Once the Donald Lucas trial was over they would see about a more permanent arrangement. In the meantime, they had stolen moments. Intoxicating and taboo, Samantha found the time between their encounters almost unbearable. Otis had afforded them an all to brief interlude and she dreaded returning to Atlanta. Staccato stabs of ecstasy began to radiate throughout her body and she bit his shoulder to stifle a scream that welled up in her throat.
As her shudders subsided, she drew back slightly and brought her fingertips to the spot her mouth had left on his shoulder. "Sorry."
"My shirt will cover it," Jack dismissed her apology and kissed her fingertips.
Her hand slid down to caress his cock, but she stopped as she caught sight of the scar on his right thigh and touched it gingerly. Softly she whispered, "I guess I've done far worse to you."
"Not our finest hour."
Guilt washed over her. "No."
Officially she'd fired at a suspect and she'd had to do little more than sign off on a two paragraph incident report. However, in her heart she knew she'd done it out of jealousy. For all that she hated guns, if she'd wanted Jack dead she could have killed him that night. Instead she'd wounded him cruelly and deliberately, just as he had hurt her with his surrogate. She wanted to say it was all his fault but it was as much her fault as it was his. The scar was fading and she could feel a slight indent in his flesh. Even in the minutes after she shot him, Sam felt guilty. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. As much as it hurt, it gave me hope."
"Me shooting you gave you hope," Samantha echoed.
"You marked me as yours that night," he explained. Pushing her hair to the side, he kissed her neck and promised, "One day I'll mark you."
Shivering with delight as he left a mark her hair would hide in the morning, she pointed out, "Your way is more pleasant. Although not as lasting."
"Well then, I suppose I'll have to do this every day to make sure you remember who you belong to."
"I won't forget!" Samantha exclaimed as his fingers began to torment the aching flesh between her legs once more.
Pausing, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes! I'm yours, Jack."
He resumed his caress and brought her closer to the edge, then stopped once more and teased, "How can I be sure?"
Frustrated, she rose up and swore, "Because I love you, God damn it!"
"I love you too, my impatient Samantha."
Jack pressed her back on the bed and moved over her. She sighed with a mixture of relief and pleasure as he slid inside her. Eagerly she met his thrusts and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. Writhing on the bed, the tawdry surroundings of the Otis Motorcourt Inn faded away. Although they would have preferred more romantic surroundings for their coupling, there would be time for candles and roses later. For now they moved together on the bleach scented sheets surrounded by cheap wood paneling and the soft blue glow of an aged television set
Tangled in the sheets and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the pair began to move faster. Tightening her legs around Jack's waist, Sam held onto him and moved frantically against him. Tremors started to course through her and she grabbed the edge of the pillow and bit it to stifle her cry of pleasure. Burying his face in Samantha's neck, Jack suppressed a groan as he shuddered within her. He kissed her forehead lightly and brushed his lips over hers before moving off of her. Lying on his side, his eyes moved over her and she felt herself blush slightly. She'd been intimate with other men, but no one ever made her feel as cherished or vulnerable as Jack did.
A wicked smile crossed his face and he moved so his face was near her thighs. Her breath quickening, Samantha moved onto her side to allow him easier access. As his tongue swirled over her, she leaned forward slightly and took his cock in her mouth. In the morning they would be separated, but for now they were lost in their erotic communion...
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Samantha
Summary: Once the other members of the VCTF are asleep, Sam has a visitor in her motel room... Series takes place 3rd Season from Otis, CA onwards.
Author's Notes: My friend roman_romantic is having a rough time lately and asked me for Otis smut. So here is the first of several pieces in a series entitled the Desk Set that are all smutty Ed Boasty goodness from my dear friend. To my beta, jackssilverwolf many thanks :o) Cross-posted at profiler_fans. Although this piece may stand on it's own, it's part of a series, here is a link to the previous chapter Volume 1 - Desk Set Series
Wearing the uniform of Otis' finest, Jack stood under the awning of the Otis Motorcourt Inn. Moving silently to the orange door of Samantha's room, he cast an uneasy glance at the rooms on either side before softly knocking. With John Grant and Bailey Malone occupying the rooms on either side, quiet was essential. Even though they'd nearly been caught at the Sheriff's station earlier, they had agreed to meet once everyone had gone to bed for the night. After only a few short months together, the temptation to be together when a rare opportunity presented itself far outweighed any risk involved. With Donald Lucas in jail it was unlikely Malone would be suspicious of Ed Boast, but it would be hard for Sam to explain why she was entertaining the small town Sheriff in her room in the middle of the night.
The door opened and Jack smiled as Samantha took his hand and pulled him inside.
"Sheriff Boast, what an unexpected surprise," she teased.
Pulling her close and taking the belt of her fluffy white bathrobe in his hand he replied, "So it would seem."
"Hey!" she exclaimed indignantly. "There's nothing wrong with this robe."
"I find it rather charming, but I think you'd look even nicer without it."
Feigning shock, she gave him a wide eyed look and gasped, "Sheriff Boast! Surely you're not suggesting I expose myself to you!"
"And what if I am, Dr. Waters?"
"That would be abusing your post as a publicly elected official," Samantha teased as she moved her hand to his zipper and ran her fingertip over it.
"I think it could be argued you're trying to abuse the publicly elected official's post," Jack mused huskily.
As he began to untie her robe, she countered, "Funny, I thought you rather enjoyed what I did with your post earlier.
"Very much so. Although I wasn't too crazy about having an audience."
"They don't know your identity," Sam said as her robe fell to the floor. Moaning softly as Jack's hands moved over her exposed flesh, she began to struggle with his belt in earnest. The sooner he was naked, the better! After his belt fell to the floor, she started unbuttoning his shirt. "As much as I like a man in a uniform, I like one even better out of uniform."
Raising an eyebrow he gave her an amused look as he inquired, "Would we be talking about me, Dr. Waters? Men in sheriff's uniforms? Or is it men in uniforms in gen-" His question slurred off into a groan as she unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside.
"Not that you don't already know and God only knows my telling you will only make you more conceited, but for your information, it would be you," she informed him and kissed him lightly before resuming removing his shirt.
Affecting Ed Boast's drawl, he asked, "Now Dr. Waters, whatever would make you think I'm conceited?"
"Hmmm, let me think. I don't know. Your god complex? The presumption that we were soulmates and I would appreciate you killing my husband? Your arrogance? Need I go on?"
Although she never would admit it, his arrogance was one of the things she loved most about him. On a lesser man, it would have been irritating, but Jack was different. He was entitled to his cockiness because he never failed to live up to the image he'd created in her mind over the years.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he replied, continuing his Ed Boast routine.
"Sure you don't. Because you're just the innocent sheriff of a tiny town."
Tracing the contour of her breast with his tongue, he assured her, "Very innocent"
"Yeah right."
Offering her an angelic expression he murmured, "Practically a virgin."
"A virgin, huh? That's too bad." As much fun as it might be to deflower an innocent Ed Boast one day, they didn't have much time and she was still wound up from their earlier romp in the Sheriff's office. There would be time for games later, she decided. "I don't think I'm in the mood for a virginal sheriff."
Giving her an inquisitive look, he demanded huskily, "What are you in the mood for?"
"You. Fuck me. Love me. Please, Jack, I need-"
His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss. If he hadn't wrapped his arms tightly around her just then, she might have collapsed under the dizzying assault of his mouth. Almost as frightening as it was exciting, the intensity of his passion and the possessive hunger he took her made Samantha's heart race.
Jack broke their kiss and pushed her onto the bed. Eagerly, Samantha watched as he kicked off his shoes and slid off his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his socks and she moved behind him. Her mouth moved over his earlobe provocatively, then trailed down the side of his neck and she nipped him playfully. Jack turned around suddenly, grabbed Samantha's wrists and pinned her to the bed.
"No biting," he scolded.
"But I like marking you. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it," she argued arching up against his rigid cock.
"So do you." Lowering his mouth to her throat, then sliding down to her breast, he sucked on the flesh above her nipple until blood rushed to the surface and left a mark. "But nothing that's going to show this time. Keep it where clothing will cover it. Otherwise it could draw unwanted attention from your traveling companions."
"I suppose you're right, but I would point out that we're going back to Atlanta tomorrow. I doubt Bailey's going to be scrutinizing Otis' sexy sheriff."
"Plans change.".
"What do you mean plans-" Sam trailed off as Jack kissed her and his hand slid between her legs.
Her question was quickly forgotten as his fingers glided knowingly over her heated sex. Fighting the urge to cry out, Samantha bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure which aroused her more, the way he touched her or the fact it was Jack was touching her. At one time she would have fretted over what her friends would have thought if they knew, but her guilt had long since faded.
Basking in the warmth of Jack's love might seem like madness to the rest of the world, but for Samantha it was almost a religious experience. Jack was the god of his world and she reveled in being his goddess. She didn't know if she could ever condone murder, but she couldn't face a life without Jack either. Right and wrong was no longer an issue for her. There was only Jack. Once the Donald Lucas trial was over they would see about a more permanent arrangement. In the meantime, they had stolen moments. Intoxicating and taboo, Samantha found the time between their encounters almost unbearable. Otis had afforded them an all to brief interlude and she dreaded returning to Atlanta. Staccato stabs of ecstasy began to radiate throughout her body and she bit his shoulder to stifle a scream that welled up in her throat.
As her shudders subsided, she drew back slightly and brought her fingertips to the spot her mouth had left on his shoulder. "Sorry."
"My shirt will cover it," Jack dismissed her apology and kissed her fingertips.
Her hand slid down to caress his cock, but she stopped as she caught sight of the scar on his right thigh and touched it gingerly. Softly she whispered, "I guess I've done far worse to you."
"Not our finest hour."
Guilt washed over her. "No."
Officially she'd fired at a suspect and she'd had to do little more than sign off on a two paragraph incident report. However, in her heart she knew she'd done it out of jealousy. For all that she hated guns, if she'd wanted Jack dead she could have killed him that night. Instead she'd wounded him cruelly and deliberately, just as he had hurt her with his surrogate. She wanted to say it was all his fault but it was as much her fault as it was his. The scar was fading and she could feel a slight indent in his flesh. Even in the minutes after she shot him, Sam felt guilty. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. As much as it hurt, it gave me hope."
"Me shooting you gave you hope," Samantha echoed.
"You marked me as yours that night," he explained. Pushing her hair to the side, he kissed her neck and promised, "One day I'll mark you."
Shivering with delight as he left a mark her hair would hide in the morning, she pointed out, "Your way is more pleasant. Although not as lasting."
"Well then, I suppose I'll have to do this every day to make sure you remember who you belong to."
"I won't forget!" Samantha exclaimed as his fingers began to torment the aching flesh between her legs once more.
Pausing, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes! I'm yours, Jack."
He resumed his caress and brought her closer to the edge, then stopped once more and teased, "How can I be sure?"
Frustrated, she rose up and swore, "Because I love you, God damn it!"
"I love you too, my impatient Samantha."
Jack pressed her back on the bed and moved over her. She sighed with a mixture of relief and pleasure as he slid inside her. Eagerly she met his thrusts and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. Writhing on the bed, the tawdry surroundings of the Otis Motorcourt Inn faded away. Although they would have preferred more romantic surroundings for their coupling, there would be time for candles and roses later. For now they moved together on the bleach scented sheets surrounded by cheap wood paneling and the soft blue glow of an aged television set
Tangled in the sheets and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the pair began to move faster. Tightening her legs around Jack's waist, Sam held onto him and moved frantically against him. Tremors started to course through her and she grabbed the edge of the pillow and bit it to stifle her cry of pleasure. Burying his face in Samantha's neck, Jack suppressed a groan as he shuddered within her. He kissed her forehead lightly and brushed his lips over hers before moving off of her. Lying on his side, his eyes moved over her and she felt herself blush slightly. She'd been intimate with other men, but no one ever made her feel as cherished or vulnerable as Jack did.
A wicked smile crossed his face and he moved so his face was near her thighs. Her breath quickening, Samantha moved onto her side to allow him easier access. As his tongue swirled over her, she leaned forward slightly and took his cock in her mouth. In the morning they would be separated, but for now they were lost in their erotic communion...