Stargate SG1; Sam & Jack; Stages of Day
Title: Noon
Author/Artist: sjhw_tolerance
Theme: Stages of Day: Noon
Rating: Adult
NOON
Jack gets their suitcases out of the storage shed after breakfast and they both spend the rest of the morning trying to ignore their presence. One thing he finds he can’t ignore is her fussing around the kitchen, sorting and cleaning. When she puts on her bright yellow rubber gloves, fills a dishpan with soapy water and opens the refrigerator, he finally places a gentle hand on her arm.
“Mrs. Kendall,” he says, referring to the wife of the caretaker he’s had for years to watch over the cabin, “will do that. In fact,” he reminds her, “she’ll actually clean the entire house.”
“I know,” Sam replies. “I just don’t want her to think-”
He silences her with a kiss. “She won’t think anything, Sam,” he murmurs against her soft lips. His action has the intended effect; the refrigerator door swings shut, the dishpan full of rapidly cooling water forgotten as they continue to kiss. What starts out as an almost playful kiss soon transforms into one with serious intent. She’s leaning into him now; he hears the yellow rubber gloves drop to the floor, and her cool hands frame his face, the kiss turning ravenous.
Jack shudders when her nails rake ever so lightly across his nape, the surge of fierce arousal motivating him into further action. It takes very little maneuvering and in moments he has her backed up against the kitchen counter. She’s always had an exceptional talent for anticipating his actions and this time is no exception, when she pulls free just enough to tug her sweatshirt off over her head. He’s too impatient to bother with unfastening her bra, so he merely shoves the cups up, freeing her breasts.
She whimpers softly when his mouth fastens on her breasts, kissing and licking his way to one taut peek. Her nails rake through his hair again and suddenly the kisses and caresses aren’t enough. Dragging his mouth away from her breast, his hands are slightly rough when he grabs her at the waist and boosts her up onto the counter. Their eyes meet, hers bright and full of approval, and he smiles tightly, his nimble fingers already busy with the fastening of her jeans. When he tugs at the waistband, she braces her hands on the counter and lifts her butt. With one swift movement, her jeans and panties join her sweatshirt on the floor.
Jack reaches for the button on his trousers, but her hands are already there and he groans when she releases him from the confines of his clothing. There’s a time and place for everything and as their mutual passion races rapidly towards flashpoint, he realizes this is going to be one of those fast and furious times. With his trousers drooping down his hips, Jack grips her hips, pulls her butt to the edge of the counter and finds his way deep into her loving warmth.
Sam moans his name and her long legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even deeper. With her hands gripping the counter edge and his braced beside her, he pounds into her. Jack tries to keep the thin edge of desperation out of his movements, but it seeps in anyway as the voice in his brain that won’t go away chants ‘last day, last day'; keeping time with his thrusts. And as much as he longs to make it last forever, he realizes dimly that it’s already too late, his orgasm spiraling out of control, but then Sam’s hand is there, between them, and even as he shudders helplessly against her, he hears her soft, panting cries of release.
In the sweet aftermath, he can barely stand and he leans heavily against her, breathing hard. The strain in his back and the slight twinge in his bad knee are unwelcome reminders that perhaps he’s getting too old for sex anywhere other than a comfortable bed, but then she murmurs contentedly, nuzzling her cheek against and he figures he’s still got a few fancy moves left in him. Jack’s content to remain as they are for a bit longer, that is until his stomach growls in a most loud and rudely insistent manner.
Sam chuckles and kisses his cheek, finally raising her head and letting her legs slowly slide down from around him. “Hungry?” she asks, her blue eyes glowing with love, satisfaction and no small amount of humor.
“Well,” he says, reluctantly slipping out of her arms. With his trousers still around his knees, he catches Sam’s waist and lifts her off the counter, letting their still flushed bodies slide against each other in a deliberate caress. “It is almost noon.”
THE END
Author/Artist: sjhw_tolerance
Theme: Stages of Day: Noon
Rating: Adult
NOON
Jack gets their suitcases out of the storage shed after breakfast and they both spend the rest of the morning trying to ignore their presence. One thing he finds he can’t ignore is her fussing around the kitchen, sorting and cleaning. When she puts on her bright yellow rubber gloves, fills a dishpan with soapy water and opens the refrigerator, he finally places a gentle hand on her arm.
“Mrs. Kendall,” he says, referring to the wife of the caretaker he’s had for years to watch over the cabin, “will do that. In fact,” he reminds her, “she’ll actually clean the entire house.”
“I know,” Sam replies. “I just don’t want her to think-”
He silences her with a kiss. “She won’t think anything, Sam,” he murmurs against her soft lips. His action has the intended effect; the refrigerator door swings shut, the dishpan full of rapidly cooling water forgotten as they continue to kiss. What starts out as an almost playful kiss soon transforms into one with serious intent. She’s leaning into him now; he hears the yellow rubber gloves drop to the floor, and her cool hands frame his face, the kiss turning ravenous.
Jack shudders when her nails rake ever so lightly across his nape, the surge of fierce arousal motivating him into further action. It takes very little maneuvering and in moments he has her backed up against the kitchen counter. She’s always had an exceptional talent for anticipating his actions and this time is no exception, when she pulls free just enough to tug her sweatshirt off over her head. He’s too impatient to bother with unfastening her bra, so he merely shoves the cups up, freeing her breasts.
She whimpers softly when his mouth fastens on her breasts, kissing and licking his way to one taut peek. Her nails rake through his hair again and suddenly the kisses and caresses aren’t enough. Dragging his mouth away from her breast, his hands are slightly rough when he grabs her at the waist and boosts her up onto the counter. Their eyes meet, hers bright and full of approval, and he smiles tightly, his nimble fingers already busy with the fastening of her jeans. When he tugs at the waistband, she braces her hands on the counter and lifts her butt. With one swift movement, her jeans and panties join her sweatshirt on the floor.
Jack reaches for the button on his trousers, but her hands are already there and he groans when she releases him from the confines of his clothing. There’s a time and place for everything and as their mutual passion races rapidly towards flashpoint, he realizes this is going to be one of those fast and furious times. With his trousers drooping down his hips, Jack grips her hips, pulls her butt to the edge of the counter and finds his way deep into her loving warmth.
Sam moans his name and her long legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even deeper. With her hands gripping the counter edge and his braced beside her, he pounds into her. Jack tries to keep the thin edge of desperation out of his movements, but it seeps in anyway as the voice in his brain that won’t go away chants ‘last day, last day'; keeping time with his thrusts. And as much as he longs to make it last forever, he realizes dimly that it’s already too late, his orgasm spiraling out of control, but then Sam’s hand is there, between them, and even as he shudders helplessly against her, he hears her soft, panting cries of release.
In the sweet aftermath, he can barely stand and he leans heavily against her, breathing hard. The strain in his back and the slight twinge in his bad knee are unwelcome reminders that perhaps he’s getting too old for sex anywhere other than a comfortable bed, but then she murmurs contentedly, nuzzling her cheek against and he figures he’s still got a few fancy moves left in him. Jack’s content to remain as they are for a bit longer, that is until his stomach growls in a most loud and rudely insistent manner.
Sam chuckles and kisses his cheek, finally raising her head and letting her legs slowly slide down from around him. “Hungry?” she asks, her blue eyes glowing with love, satisfaction and no small amount of humor.
“Well,” he says, reluctantly slipping out of her arms. With his trousers still around his knees, he catches Sam’s waist and lifts her off the counter, letting their still flushed bodies slide against each other in a deliberate caress. “It is almost noon.”
THE END