Sam/Teal'c - blue - NC-17hoshi_reedNovember 1 2007, 02:03:12 UTC
Sam glanced at the dress; that blue concoction, headdress and all. She would never tell Daniel or her CO but she actually liked the thing. It fit well and the embroidery she had denigrated reminded her of her grandmother's handiwork. She knew he liked it too. When they walked into the tent she had not expected the look from his eyes to hold that much lust. She had just met him but she didn't expect the First Prime of Apophis to want her. He had treated her like most men in the Pentagon did, as just another female, not a warrior. The night of her rescue she didn't wear the dress but he still looked at her with hunger. She felt his gaze as she stood watch but said nothing. Tonight however things were a different story. He had refused to look at her since she fought Turgan, she could see he was clearly ashamed of his attitude and she had decided to take matters into her own hands. She was no flower but she wasn't just one of the guys either. She had confronted him in the gym at first, asked about Jaffa training and if he had any pointers. He had gladly helped her and she made sure he was uncomfortable during the entire session. She could feel her proximity was turning him on and his hard on strain in his pants and she wanted him to crack, without it the air would never be cleared. Her mind drifted as she fought, her body reacting to him and she could feel her own arousal dampen her cottons. An hour later, without a word from him, she found herself in his bed. Sweat dripping down his chest as he pushed into her. The kidnapping, enslavement and combat had made for a potent aphrodisiacs and she had been ready for him the moment she slammed him down on the mat. He however had taken his time and didn't yield to her teasing. She had to practically order him to take her, but it had been worth it. His body was a solid as a brick but his hands could have belonged to an artist. They roamed her body and had undressed her with care. With each trust he muttered in Goa'uld but she didn't care that she couldn't understand him. Some things were universal and she crashed in a wave of ecstasy.
The night of her rescue she didn't wear the dress but he still looked at her with hunger. She felt his gaze as she stood watch but said nothing. Tonight however things were a different story. He had refused to look at her since she fought Turgan, she could see he was clearly ashamed of his attitude and she had decided to take matters into her own hands.
She was no flower but she wasn't just one of the guys either. She had confronted him in the gym at first, asked about Jaffa training and if he had any pointers. He had gladly helped her and she made sure he was uncomfortable during the entire session. She could feel her proximity was turning him on and his hard on strain in his pants and she wanted him to crack, without it the air would never be cleared.
Her mind drifted as she fought, her body reacting to him and she could feel her own arousal dampen her
cottons.
An hour later, without a word from him, she found herself in his bed. Sweat dripping down his chest as he pushed into her. The kidnapping, enslavement and combat had made for a potent aphrodisiacs and she had been ready for him the moment she slammed him down on the mat. He however had taken his time and didn't yield to her teasing. She had to practically order him to take her, but it had been worth it. His body was a solid as a brick but his hands could have belonged to an artist. They roamed her body and had undressed her with care.
With each trust he muttered in Goa'uld but she didn't care that she couldn't understand him. Some things were universal and she crashed in a wave of ecstasy.
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