Teamwork [Zam/Jango, NC-17]
Title: Teamwork
Author/Artist: were_lemur
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: an excess of smut and an absence of plot
Word count: 407
Summary: PT, Jango Fett/Zam Wesell: A little light smut - fun and profit.
Author's Note: I think this might have originally been my prompt. Oh, well!
"We make a good team," Zam said.
There was something almost predatory in her smile, Jango thought. He knew what came next. "So we do."
He pulled off his helmet, tossed it aside. Saw her grin.
Intellectually, he knew that she was a green lizard. But he wasn't thinking with that particular head right now. Especially when she undid her signature purple jumpsuit, and peeled it off.
If she wanted, he supposed she could look like anyone she wanted -- anyone he wanted. But somehow, it wouldn't be the same.
He wanted Zam. And she wanted him; she made that much clear when she licked her lips. She stepped up to him, ran her hands up into his hair, tilted his head down to hers.
She kissed like she hunted; aggressive, accepting nothing less than total surrender, letting go of his hair only long enough to strip him of his Mandalorian armor with professional skill.
Jango growled, deep in his throat, and shoved her back against the wall. She twined her arms around his neck, got one leg against the wall -- and shoved back. Jango stumbled, and found himself on the floor.
He put his hands above his head. "I surrender."
Zam laughed in triumph, and straddled him. Guided his cock inside her, and leaned up to pin his wrists.
Engulfed in wet heat, it was all Jango could do to reverse her hold. But he caught both of her wrists in one hand, and reached for her with the other. Foraged through the nest of damp curls, until he found her clit. Slid his thumb across it, and she let out a soft, whimpering cry. He pressed it in and held his hand still; she twisted toward it, sending another jolt through his cock. She began to rock back and forth, robbing against his thumb, rising and falling ...
He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips, held her steady as he thrust up into her. She took over where he'd left off, rubbing between her legs until he felt her tighten around him.
One more thrust, and they collapsed in a heap, trembling on the floor. Funny, it hadn't seemed cold a few seconds ago ...
As always, Zam recovered first. She winked. "Race you to the shower."
"Plenty of hot water," he said. "And I'm counting on you to wash my back."
Her laughter trailed behind her, as she danced away.
Author/Artist: were_lemur
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: an excess of smut and an absence of plot
Word count: 407
Summary: PT, Jango Fett/Zam Wesell: A little light smut - fun and profit.
Author's Note: I think this might have originally been my prompt. Oh, well!
"We make a good team," Zam said.
There was something almost predatory in her smile, Jango thought. He knew what came next. "So we do."
He pulled off his helmet, tossed it aside. Saw her grin.
Intellectually, he knew that she was a green lizard. But he wasn't thinking with that particular head right now. Especially when she undid her signature purple jumpsuit, and peeled it off.
If she wanted, he supposed she could look like anyone she wanted -- anyone he wanted. But somehow, it wouldn't be the same.
He wanted Zam. And she wanted him; she made that much clear when she licked her lips. She stepped up to him, ran her hands up into his hair, tilted his head down to hers.
She kissed like she hunted; aggressive, accepting nothing less than total surrender, letting go of his hair only long enough to strip him of his Mandalorian armor with professional skill.
Jango growled, deep in his throat, and shoved her back against the wall. She twined her arms around his neck, got one leg against the wall -- and shoved back. Jango stumbled, and found himself on the floor.
He put his hands above his head. "I surrender."
Zam laughed in triumph, and straddled him. Guided his cock inside her, and leaned up to pin his wrists.
Engulfed in wet heat, it was all Jango could do to reverse her hold. But he caught both of her wrists in one hand, and reached for her with the other. Foraged through the nest of damp curls, until he found her clit. Slid his thumb across it, and she let out a soft, whimpering cry. He pressed it in and held his hand still; she twisted toward it, sending another jolt through his cock. She began to rock back and forth, robbing against his thumb, rising and falling ...
He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips, held her steady as he thrust up into her. She took over where he'd left off, rubbing between her legs until he felt her tighten around him.
One more thrust, and they collapsed in a heap, trembling on the floor. Funny, it hadn't seemed cold a few seconds ago ...
As always, Zam recovered first. She winked. "Race you to the shower."
"Plenty of hot water," he said. "And I'm counting on you to wash my back."
Her laughter trailed behind her, as she danced away.