Five Things: Five ways Sam got off thinking about one or more of her team members
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For the sg1-five-things prompt: Five ways Sam got off thinking about one or more of her team members. NC-17.
1. She gets off emotionally all the time, thinking about the guys. Her guys, as she calls them in her head, usually with affection, often with exasperation, but always hers. She has three men, three people in her life who would die for her, and, she suspects, kill for her, and that's a heady feeling. But that was just titillation - what sustained it was how they would laugh for her, and stand for her, and best of all, live for her.
2. She gets off on the idea of imagining Jack and Teal'c together. It amazes her sometimes to see Teal'c, a man who commanded armies, bestow his loyalty to the Colonel. And part of Sam finds that comforting, that if Teal'c can bestow his trust and faith in Jack O'Neill out of respect, out of affection, even out of love, then she's not giving up anything of herself to do the same. And sometimes, when she's worked herself up, slick and wet, to some fantasy of the Colonel and can't push herself over, she pictures Teal'c - still strong, still Teal'c - giving himself to the Colonel while spread out on a bed or on his knees, the colonel coming in his mouth, and she comes, too.
3. She does it sometimes after missions where they're all so frayed around the edges that the small proprieties go out the window and they all share the showers. She dawdles, pretending offense at the Colonel's jokes about women and washing their hair, playing along because the strain in his voice echoes in the room, and when they're gone she leans against the wall and cups a breast, thumb flicking across the nipple as she picks one. Teal'c this time - she'd stumbled against him in the locker room as she struggled out of her pants, and he'd caught her around the waist and held her, broad hands splayed across her bare stomach, until she regained her footing. Spreading her own hand against her skin in the same spot, she recreates the scene in her mind and extrapolates: Teal'c's fingers working down, under the elastic waist of her underwear. She's wet, so very wet, and nudging her thighs apart he slides two fingers inside her. Three short thrusts and she's coming, three fingers of one hand pressed in as deep as she can, and the heel of the other hand rubbing against her clit.
After, when she can catch her breath, Sam washes away her arousal and finishes washing her hair.
4. Once, in the infirmary. Three days of no sleep and the thrill of a down-to-the-wire success alone would have left her wired, but she's wound breathtakingly tight from the stimulants she'd popped to get the job done. Janet's keeping her overnight for observation, and sends Sam off to a bed while she checks out the rest of SG-1. It's late, and Teal'c and Daniel are done and gone when Sam slips out of bed, looking for a glass of water, but she can hear the Colonel arguing with a nurse. She looks over at the curtained bed, and the fabric isn't drawn flush. Her eyes lock on the lean plane of the Colonel's bare back. The long line of the spine has always been her thing, and her fingers itch to trace his, thumbs stroking along either side, down to where his pants are loose around his hips. She mentally urges him to scoot back a little more, knowing it would drag them lower. Then she could slide her hands around and press her fingers into the hollow of his hips before cupping his cock, pulling it in long, hard strokes.
She hurries back to her bed when he slides off his, and when he's gone, and the nurse has checked her and pulled the curtain, Sam rolls face down and works her hands into her pants. It's quick and harsh, and while it barely files down the edge, she can feel the orgasm all the way down to her toes.
5. The time she crashed at Daniel's a few months after he descended. It had been her weekend to check up on him, and after a movie, Sam had gotten a craving for margaritas. And after a trip to the small market down the street and three tequila-heavy blenders-full, she's way too drunk to drive home. When she fumbles for the phone to call a cab, Daniel, not exactly sober himself, catches her hand and holds it tight, and begs her to stay. She lets him lead her to his bedroom and after kicking off her shoes and squirming out of her jeans, she curls around him and strokes his back.
When Sam wakes up in the middle of the night, Daniel is pressed against her side, hard against her thigh, and Sam is surprised by the flush that races down her spine to settle, aching, between her legs. Untangling herself from Daniel, she sneaks off into the bathroom and leaning against the counter, fingers herself until she comes, imagining that it's Daniel's mouth, Daniel's tongue.
She wipes herself clean with a handful of toilet paper and washes her hands a little longer than necessary before returning to Daniel's bed.
For the sg1-five-things prompt: Five ways Sam got off thinking about one or more of her team members. NC-17.
1. She gets off emotionally all the time, thinking about the guys. Her guys, as she calls them in her head, usually with affection, often with exasperation, but always hers. She has three men, three people in her life who would die for her, and, she suspects, kill for her, and that's a heady feeling. But that was just titillation - what sustained it was how they would laugh for her, and stand for her, and best of all, live for her.
2. She gets off on the idea of imagining Jack and Teal'c together. It amazes her sometimes to see Teal'c, a man who commanded armies, bestow his loyalty to the Colonel. And part of Sam finds that comforting, that if Teal'c can bestow his trust and faith in Jack O'Neill out of respect, out of affection, even out of love, then she's not giving up anything of herself to do the same. And sometimes, when she's worked herself up, slick and wet, to some fantasy of the Colonel and can't push herself over, she pictures Teal'c - still strong, still Teal'c - giving himself to the Colonel while spread out on a bed or on his knees, the colonel coming in his mouth, and she comes, too.
3. She does it sometimes after missions where they're all so frayed around the edges that the small proprieties go out the window and they all share the showers. She dawdles, pretending offense at the Colonel's jokes about women and washing their hair, playing along because the strain in his voice echoes in the room, and when they're gone she leans against the wall and cups a breast, thumb flicking across the nipple as she picks one. Teal'c this time - she'd stumbled against him in the locker room as she struggled out of her pants, and he'd caught her around the waist and held her, broad hands splayed across her bare stomach, until she regained her footing. Spreading her own hand against her skin in the same spot, she recreates the scene in her mind and extrapolates: Teal'c's fingers working down, under the elastic waist of her underwear. She's wet, so very wet, and nudging her thighs apart he slides two fingers inside her. Three short thrusts and she's coming, three fingers of one hand pressed in as deep as she can, and the heel of the other hand rubbing against her clit.
After, when she can catch her breath, Sam washes away her arousal and finishes washing her hair.
4. Once, in the infirmary. Three days of no sleep and the thrill of a down-to-the-wire success alone would have left her wired, but she's wound breathtakingly tight from the stimulants she'd popped to get the job done. Janet's keeping her overnight for observation, and sends Sam off to a bed while she checks out the rest of SG-1. It's late, and Teal'c and Daniel are done and gone when Sam slips out of bed, looking for a glass of water, but she can hear the Colonel arguing with a nurse. She looks over at the curtained bed, and the fabric isn't drawn flush. Her eyes lock on the lean plane of the Colonel's bare back. The long line of the spine has always been her thing, and her fingers itch to trace his, thumbs stroking along either side, down to where his pants are loose around his hips. She mentally urges him to scoot back a little more, knowing it would drag them lower. Then she could slide her hands around and press her fingers into the hollow of his hips before cupping his cock, pulling it in long, hard strokes.
She hurries back to her bed when he slides off his, and when he's gone, and the nurse has checked her and pulled the curtain, Sam rolls face down and works her hands into her pants. It's quick and harsh, and while it barely files down the edge, she can feel the orgasm all the way down to her toes.
5. The time she crashed at Daniel's a few months after he descended. It had been her weekend to check up on him, and after a movie, Sam had gotten a craving for margaritas. And after a trip to the small market down the street and three tequila-heavy blenders-full, she's way too drunk to drive home. When she fumbles for the phone to call a cab, Daniel, not exactly sober himself, catches her hand and holds it tight, and begs her to stay. She lets him lead her to his bedroom and after kicking off her shoes and squirming out of her jeans, she curls around him and strokes his back.
When Sam wakes up in the middle of the night, Daniel is pressed against her side, hard against her thigh, and Sam is surprised by the flush that races down her spine to settle, aching, between her legs. Untangling herself from Daniel, she sneaks off into the bathroom and leaning against the counter, fingers herself until she comes, imagining that it's Daniel's mouth, Daniel's tongue.
She wipes herself clean with a handful of toilet paper and washes her hands a little longer than necessary before returning to Daniel's bed.