Untitled smut ficlet (Sam/Jack) Adult
Untitled SMUT.
Sam/Jack, adult but no completion (why do I tease like this?), slight level of wrongness! Season 10, and NO ANGST! OMG! Sadly, no double-entendre using the word 'meatballs'.
“This is disgusting.” Sam shifted her shoulders, sliding a bit and grimacing as she felt the clammy wetness seeping through her shirt and against her back. Jack wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back toward him, mouth grazing her jaw. She sucked in her breath as his lips took hold and sucked slowly at the skin just under ear.
“You really know how to build a guy up,” he murmured, breath tickling against her neck.
“We look like we just had a knife fight,” she protested, but weakly. When his mouth descended and his tongue slid against hers, she dug at his shirt, tugging it up and sliding her hand flat against his belly and then down under the loose waistband of his jeans. He made a wordless sound in his throat as the heel of her hand pressed in against the heat of his cock. He thickened rapidly in her hand.
His mouth slid across her chin and down her neck, leaving a trail of cooling, moist patches. He nosed under the neckline of her T-shirt, fingers coming up to tug the material down. Then his head jerked up. She opened her eyes and blinked at him as he frowned down at her chest. His fingers dug under her shirt and then came back up, a few limp strands of spaghetti in them. She snorted with a smirk.
He flung the pasta away, ignoring the thick, wet thwap it made as it impacted with something in his kitchen. “This wasn’t my fault,” he pointed out, rubbing at the smear of red sauce on his neck.
“Oh, so it was mine?” She could feel the sauce in her hair. Ew.
He leaned down over her until they were nose to nose. “I’m not the one who threw spaghetti at my commanding officer. I could have you court-martialed for that.”
She lifted one eyebrow. “I don’t think throwing spaghetti is illegal, even in the Air Force. Besides, you threw it back.”
He rested his lips against hers. “Insubordination?” he asked, softly. “I think I’m allowed to defend myself.” His fingers stroked along the curve of her neck.
She had a hard time keeping breath in her lungs. “So throwing spaghetti will get me court-martialed, but having my hand down your pants is okay?”
He turned his head to the side, glancing down to where her hand disappeared down his jeans. She gave him a little squeeze and he pressed forward into her hand. “Uhh… yeah, I’m pretty okay with that, actually,” he said, voice sounding a little strained.
She smiled and reclaimed her hand, sliding it from his jeans by dragging her fingers up the underside of his hard shaft. His eyelids drooped a bit, breath coming out long and slow. She reached up and combed a handful of noodles and sauce from her hair, and then deliberately shoved it down the back of his shirt. He winced and shifted suddenly, sliding on top of her. His knee pushed her legs apart and he settled between her legs. His weight pressed down on her.
“Colonel,” he drawled, dark eyes glittering from inches away. “Your uniform is a mess. I’d be really remiss in my duty to let you leave like this.” He kissed her. Deeply. His hand slid up beneath her shirt and cupped a breast, thumb rasping over the tight nipple. She heard a moan in the back of her own throat.
“You’re right, I really should take a shower,” she gasped, breaking away from his mouth.
“In a minute,” he murmured, and a moment later her shirt was sliding up, his mouth closing hotly over one stiff nipple. She squeezed her eyes shut and listened to her own hard breaths. “I’ll show you the way,” he said around his mouthful. “Don’t want you to get lost.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I totally forgot to bring my compass tonight.”
“Unprepared.” He sighed, breath feathering against her breast.
In another moment, he was struggling to his feet, tugging her up with him, and they both slid in the saucy mess on the kitchen floor, sliding toward the bathroom.
“You realize tomatoes stain everything,” Sam said, glancing worriedly at the mess.
“So worth it,” he replied, dragging her shirt up and off and walking her backwards into the bathroom. “So worth it.”
~end~ (Yes, it's abrupt!)
Sam/Jack, adult but no completion (why do I tease like this?), slight level of wrongness! Season 10, and NO ANGST! OMG! Sadly, no double-entendre using the word 'meatballs'.
“This is disgusting.” Sam shifted her shoulders, sliding a bit and grimacing as she felt the clammy wetness seeping through her shirt and against her back. Jack wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back toward him, mouth grazing her jaw. She sucked in her breath as his lips took hold and sucked slowly at the skin just under ear.
“You really know how to build a guy up,” he murmured, breath tickling against her neck.
“We look like we just had a knife fight,” she protested, but weakly. When his mouth descended and his tongue slid against hers, she dug at his shirt, tugging it up and sliding her hand flat against his belly and then down under the loose waistband of his jeans. He made a wordless sound in his throat as the heel of her hand pressed in against the heat of his cock. He thickened rapidly in her hand.
His mouth slid across her chin and down her neck, leaving a trail of cooling, moist patches. He nosed under the neckline of her T-shirt, fingers coming up to tug the material down. Then his head jerked up. She opened her eyes and blinked at him as he frowned down at her chest. His fingers dug under her shirt and then came back up, a few limp strands of spaghetti in them. She snorted with a smirk.
He flung the pasta away, ignoring the thick, wet thwap it made as it impacted with something in his kitchen. “This wasn’t my fault,” he pointed out, rubbing at the smear of red sauce on his neck.
“Oh, so it was mine?” She could feel the sauce in her hair. Ew.
He leaned down over her until they were nose to nose. “I’m not the one who threw spaghetti at my commanding officer. I could have you court-martialed for that.”
She lifted one eyebrow. “I don’t think throwing spaghetti is illegal, even in the Air Force. Besides, you threw it back.”
He rested his lips against hers. “Insubordination?” he asked, softly. “I think I’m allowed to defend myself.” His fingers stroked along the curve of her neck.
She had a hard time keeping breath in her lungs. “So throwing spaghetti will get me court-martialed, but having my hand down your pants is okay?”
He turned his head to the side, glancing down to where her hand disappeared down his jeans. She gave him a little squeeze and he pressed forward into her hand. “Uhh… yeah, I’m pretty okay with that, actually,” he said, voice sounding a little strained.
She smiled and reclaimed her hand, sliding it from his jeans by dragging her fingers up the underside of his hard shaft. His eyelids drooped a bit, breath coming out long and slow. She reached up and combed a handful of noodles and sauce from her hair, and then deliberately shoved it down the back of his shirt. He winced and shifted suddenly, sliding on top of her. His knee pushed her legs apart and he settled between her legs. His weight pressed down on her.
“Colonel,” he drawled, dark eyes glittering from inches away. “Your uniform is a mess. I’d be really remiss in my duty to let you leave like this.” He kissed her. Deeply. His hand slid up beneath her shirt and cupped a breast, thumb rasping over the tight nipple. She heard a moan in the back of her own throat.
“You’re right, I really should take a shower,” she gasped, breaking away from his mouth.
“In a minute,” he murmured, and a moment later her shirt was sliding up, his mouth closing hotly over one stiff nipple. She squeezed her eyes shut and listened to her own hard breaths. “I’ll show you the way,” he said around his mouthful. “Don’t want you to get lost.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I totally forgot to bring my compass tonight.”
“Unprepared.” He sighed, breath feathering against her breast.
In another moment, he was struggling to his feet, tugging her up with him, and they both slid in the saucy mess on the kitchen floor, sliding toward the bathroom.
“You realize tomatoes stain everything,” Sam said, glancing worriedly at the mess.
“So worth it,” he replied, dragging her shirt up and off and walking her backwards into the bathroom. “So worth it.”
~end~ (Yes, it's abrupt!)