Sam/Ba'al - writhe (NC-17)rigel_7November 12 2007, 13:26:04 UTC
**shades of non-con warning**
His arm is warm, even through the layers of silk and heavy brocade. She can feel it pressed firmly across her chest, pinning her against him as he holds a knife to the base of her throat, its keen edge bright amid the shadows.
The cologne he wears fills her other senses, the heady scent of sandalwood amid the exotic trace of myrrh. His breath stirs the loose curls at her ear as he pulls her closer, pressing her back against the length of his body.
"Open your eyes," he murmurs.
She regards his reflection in the mirror coolly, her gaze unflinching as she meets his own. She watches as his lips curve into a half smile, his expression mocking yet familiar, and then recoils as he brings his other hand up to caress her cheek.
Sam concentrates on making her breathing deep and even. Wills her pulse to quieten, to cease its agitated fluttering against the blade still held to her skin, as he runs a finger along the elongated line of her neck.
"Do you see?"
The surface of the mirror appears to coruscate, a rippling pulse of light that causes their twinned image to waver, before abruptly stilling. A shiver runs down the length of her spine as she recognises the pattern.
A Quantum Mirror.
Her alternate self stands reflected before her, head tipped back -- away from the knife. Her hair is slightly longer, her BDUs a vivid black against the riot of colour adorning Ba’al’s robes.
But her expression is not afraid.
This Sam-who-is-not-Sam has heavy-lidded eyes; half closed, her lashes cast long shadows on pale cheeks. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, and as Sam watches, the other’s posture softens and an ecstatic smile draws across her features.
She watches as Ba’al’s hand wanders boldly across her other body, firmly caressing and then cupping her breasts. He unbuttons her BDUs slowly, deliberately and to her complete shock, does it whilst locking gazes with her across the mirror.
The knife clatters soundlessly to the floor.
She watches as her own skin grows pinkened and flushed with desire, as trailing fingers tease her nipples to taut and puckered flesh. Watches as those hands venture lower and the other Sam gasps with pleasure, her hands grasping at the empty air, as he rhythmically strokes beneath the fabric.
She can’t quite bear to meet his self satisfied gaze, but she can’t look away from the hands that skim her other body. She is doubly aware of the razor-sharp edge of the knife at her throat, preventing her from moving - but somehow she feels that even if Ba’al should lower it, she’d still be pinned in place.
She watches as he disrobes, casting costly material aside carelessly. He’s still half hidden in the shadows, but the flickering light from the lanterns falls on a trim and muscled form. Her other self stretches languidly, reaching backward to wind a hand through close-cropped hair as the other pushes the rest of her clothing away.
Her own breathing is shallow and rapid; she can’t tell if it’s from fear anymore, an unwanted thought suggests it’s desire, but she pushes it away. She shudders as her own Ba’al sways slightly against her, provoking an almost echoed sensation across her body.
She watches as the couple before her continue their play, stares wide-eyed at the vision of herself kneeling before him, his head thrown back as he bellows in pleasure. Watches as he carries her to the couch behind them, her heart caught in her throat as she imagines herself in her alternate self’s place, as his dark head is lowered.
Watches as the other Sam wraps her legs around Ba’al, her heels goading him on as he thrusts into her. She concentrates on the outflung arm that reaches back towards her, almost in entreaty, and finally lowers her eyes when she can bear no more.
“Do you see, Samantha?” His voice rasps at her ear and she closes her eyes.
Re: Sam/Ba'al - writhe (NC-17)advectionNovember 12 2007, 15:21:33 UTC
What a great scenario -- it's Carter, and yet it's not, and yet it is. And clothes!porn too! The black BDUs and Baal's silk/brocade are hot all by themselves. And that's exactly how he would smell, isn't it? Mmmm. Love the description of the quantum mirror when it activates -- as if it's writhing too. *g*
His arm is warm, even through the layers of silk and heavy brocade. She can feel it pressed firmly across her chest, pinning her against him as he holds a knife to the base of her throat, its keen edge bright amid the shadows.
The cologne he wears fills her other senses, the heady scent of sandalwood amid the exotic trace of myrrh. His breath stirs the loose curls at her ear as he pulls her closer, pressing her back against the length of his body.
"Open your eyes," he murmurs.
She regards his reflection in the mirror coolly, her gaze unflinching as she meets his own. She watches as his lips curve into a half smile, his expression mocking yet familiar, and then recoils as he brings his other hand up to caress her cheek.
Sam concentrates on making her breathing deep and even. Wills her pulse to quieten, to cease its agitated fluttering against the blade still held to her skin, as he runs a finger along the elongated line of her neck.
"Do you see?"
The surface of the mirror appears to coruscate, a rippling pulse of light that causes their twinned image to waver, before abruptly stilling. A shiver runs down the length of her spine as she recognises the pattern.
A Quantum Mirror.
Her alternate self stands reflected before her, head tipped back -- away from the knife. Her hair is slightly longer, her BDUs a vivid black against the riot of colour adorning Ba’al’s robes.
But her expression is not afraid.
This Sam-who-is-not-Sam has heavy-lidded eyes; half closed, her lashes cast long shadows on pale cheeks. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, and as Sam watches, the other’s posture softens and an ecstatic smile draws across her features.
She watches as Ba’al’s hand wanders boldly across her other body, firmly caressing and then cupping her breasts. He unbuttons her BDUs slowly, deliberately and to her complete shock, does it whilst locking gazes with her across the mirror.
The knife clatters soundlessly to the floor.
She watches as her own skin grows pinkened and flushed with desire, as trailing fingers tease her nipples to taut and puckered flesh. Watches as those hands venture lower and the other Sam gasps with pleasure, her hands grasping at the empty air, as he rhythmically strokes beneath the fabric.
She can’t quite bear to meet his self satisfied gaze, but she can’t look away from the hands that skim her other body. She is doubly aware of the razor-sharp edge of the knife at her throat, preventing her from moving - but somehow she feels that even if Ba’al should lower it, she’d still be pinned in place.
She watches as he disrobes, casting costly material aside carelessly. He’s still half hidden in the shadows, but the flickering light from the lanterns falls on a trim and muscled form. Her other self stretches languidly, reaching backward to wind a hand through close-cropped hair as the other pushes the rest of her clothing away.
Her own breathing is shallow and rapid; she can’t tell if it’s from fear anymore, an unwanted thought suggests it’s desire, but she pushes it away. She shudders as her own Ba’al sways slightly against her, provoking an almost echoed sensation across her body.
She watches as the couple before her continue their play, stares wide-eyed at the vision of herself kneeling before him, his head thrown back as he bellows in pleasure. Watches as he carries her to the couch behind them, her heart caught in her throat as she imagines herself in her alternate self’s place, as his dark head is lowered.
Watches as the other Sam wraps her legs around Ba’al, her heels goading him on as he thrusts into her. She concentrates on the outflung arm that reaches back towards her, almost in entreaty, and finally lowers her eyes when she can bear no more.
“Do you see, Samantha?” His voice rasps at her ear and she closes her eyes.
“Yes.”
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This is my pairing!kink that I admit is oh-so-wrong, but at the same time very hawt indeed!
I had fun with the idea of writing Sam/Ba'al that manages to not quite be the pairing at the same time.
Thankyou!
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That is disturbing
But hot.
don't make me like sam/ba'al damn you...
*flails more*
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Come over to the dark side and together we shall rule the universe as father and son unite fandom with hawt hawt pR0n!
♥
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*grins*
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My mind has shut down...I can't think...
That was...uhm...disturbing...in more ways than I care to admit.
Wow.
Just...wow.
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Oh so dirty!bad and wrong...
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(Hot and wrong and I was never here).
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*grins*
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I think of all my multiship pairings, this is the one that both disturbs and intrigues me the most.
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Great job.
sharon
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