Sam/Daniel - Rain - Adult
So I maybe finally wrote Sam/Daniel pron (And I'm so crawling back into my gen world now. That stuff is HARD!)
The link to the shortened version posted at Pornucopia: Sam/Daniel - Rain - Adult
The version not missing half the words:
"Sam?" Daniel shouted over the thunder.
"What?" she called back, grabbing tighter onto his hand as they ran through the rain.
"Remind me again why I agreed to come camping with you," he shouted as lightning streaked across the sky. "This is too much like work. Just without anybody shooting at us."
Halfway across the ravine Sam stopped, clutched her jacket tighter around herself - a futile gesture since she was already soaked to the skin - and dug her heels in as Daniel tugged at her arm. When he turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at her she grinned at him, flung her arms above her head, and spun in a circle, letting the rain strike against her palms and face.
"You're crazy, you know that?" he told her, but she could hear the laughter in his voice and opened her eyes to find him grinning back at her. Right before he tackled her into a mud puddle.
By the time they reached their camp she thought there might still be clothes beneath the mud the rain couldn't wash off and they ducked into the tent to find one side - with Daniel's sleeping bag and all their gear - completely flooded. Sam shrugged at Daniel's groan and began stripping, hanging wet clothes anywhere she could find before jumping into her sleeping bag and turning around to find Daniel still standing in the entrance, blinking. "Well, don't just stand there dripping," she said, crossing her arms behind her head. "You remember first aid - we need to get out of wet clothing and conserve body heat."
"But...all our stuff," he said, pointing to their packs sitting in the growing puddle and then shaking his arm, watching the water droplets fly off.
"Is already wet and we can't do anything about it until the storm passes," she insisted. "C'mon, if you get hypothermia I'm going to be the one to carry you out and you're heavy."
Daniel gave an exasperated sigh and started unbuttoning his shirt, stopping and shooting Sam a disgusted look when she started humming. "What's gotten into you?"
Sam shrugged. "Nobody I care about has almost died in over a month. We actually got new, useful technology on our last mission. Rodney McKay is in Siberia and Felger is at MIT for the summer and, what, I'm not allowed to just be happy? I like rain." He shot her another 'I prefer deserts and you are insane' look before peeling off his shirt. "Plus, I have my own private strip show," she teased.
"Okay, turn around."
"What? It's not like I haven't seen it."
"Turn around," he said again and for a second Sam expected him to stomp his foot but she just sighed and rolled over onto her left side so she could face the tent wall and listen to Daniel wrestle with his wet clothing.
After a few minutes she felt him pull aside the sleeping bag just enough to slide in behind her - and she'd never been more grateful for buying the slightly roomier model -and, oh jeez, "your feet are freezing!" She tried to arch away but found that the bag wasn't so roomy with two bodies.
In response he reached around and placed equally-cold hands on her stomach, holding tighter when she tried to wiggle free. "This trip was your idea, and you're warm. Plus you don't want to carry me out, right?" She sighed and waited while their body heat slowly drove the damp chill from their skin, eventually creating a soporific warmth that had Daniel nodding off against her shoulder blades.
She woke to find the rain gone, the tent dark, and herself turned around so Daniel was snoring softly inches from her face, with a hand on her hip and something hard poking her stomach. Smiling slightly she reached down, wrapped her fingers loosely around him, and gave a few slow, gentle strokes, listening to his breathing quicken and watching as his eyes finally opened. He blinked sleepily at her a minute, and relaxed into her touch for a few strokes before freezing, his eyes opening wide. "What are you doing?"
"Warming you up," she said, smiling before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.
"Oh," he said and "Oh!" again when she let her other hand drag up his spine to wrap in his hair and pull him forward so she could properly kiss him. After a minute he finally relaxed in her arms, working his own hand up - and there were far too many elbows for one sleeping bag - to tentatively cup one of her breasts.
When he started kissing his way down her neck she rolled onto her back, pulling him on top and feeling the sleeping bag start to tangle around them. "I thought I was heavy" he murmured in her ear before sucking on the skin just behind it until she arched into his touch.
"Well, I'm not trying to carry you." She grabbed his hand and directed it down between her legs, wiggling her hips to try to loosen the sleeping bag twisted around them. When his fingers finally found her clit she gasped at the jolt of electricity the touch sent up her spine. The pads of his fingers were callused and slightly rough as they moved in slow, gentle circles until she started squirming, arching her hips for a firmer touch. But he drew his hand away, pulling it back up to once again play with her breasts.
With a small growl she rolled them both, sleeping bag and all, until he was on the bottom then wiggled down, leaving a trail of nips from his throat to his hip. He almost poked her eye out when she lightly cupped his balls and she reached her other hand to hold his hips down before giving him a slow lick from base to crown, tongue trailing around the tip. When a whine escaped his throat she opened her lips and took him in, sliding in slow increments down his shaft, holding tight to his hips when they tried to buck. She gave him three slow strokes, pulling up until only the tip was between her lips and running her tongue slowly across the slit before sucking him back in again, before she had to crawl back out of the sleeping bag for a breath of fresh air. His head was thrown back and his eyes half-closed but when she leaned forward to kiss him he responded hungrily, his tongue flicking out to find her lips and swallow her moan when he grabbed her hips, pulling her down so she could rub against him.
He rolled them again, reaching a hand to find her wet and she arched up as his finger stroked inside her, then trailed out to play with her clit - harder this time - and she swore he smiled against her neck when she tried to spread her hips against their quilted confines, desperately trying to draw him deeper. Finally, when she wasn't sure how much longer she could last, he entered her in one smooth stroke and she wrapped her ankles around him, arching up into each thrust as much as possible. When he bent over, straining against the confines of the bag, to suck on her nipple she finally came, muscles pulsing around him, and he followed a minute later, head bowed over her as she held him tight.
Daniel collapsed on top of her, reminding her that he was actually pretty heavy, and only then did she notice how wet her back was. "What?" he asked, looking up to see her grimace as she wiggled under him. "Are you okay? You...did...didn't you?"
"Oh, yes, the sex was great, don't worry," she teased. "But I'm pretty sure we rolled into the puddle."
"Oh, crap," he said, rolling over to his side and offering up a pout that warranted more than just a wet sleeping bag.
"What?"
"I just realized all our Power Bars were in the bottom of my bag," he said miserably. "And I'm hungry."
The link to the shortened version posted at Pornucopia: Sam/Daniel - Rain - Adult
The version not missing half the words:
"Sam?" Daniel shouted over the thunder.
"What?" she called back, grabbing tighter onto his hand as they ran through the rain.
"Remind me again why I agreed to come camping with you," he shouted as lightning streaked across the sky. "This is too much like work. Just without anybody shooting at us."
Halfway across the ravine Sam stopped, clutched her jacket tighter around herself - a futile gesture since she was already soaked to the skin - and dug her heels in as Daniel tugged at her arm. When he turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at her she grinned at him, flung her arms above her head, and spun in a circle, letting the rain strike against her palms and face.
"You're crazy, you know that?" he told her, but she could hear the laughter in his voice and opened her eyes to find him grinning back at her. Right before he tackled her into a mud puddle.
By the time they reached their camp she thought there might still be clothes beneath the mud the rain couldn't wash off and they ducked into the tent to find one side - with Daniel's sleeping bag and all their gear - completely flooded. Sam shrugged at Daniel's groan and began stripping, hanging wet clothes anywhere she could find before jumping into her sleeping bag and turning around to find Daniel still standing in the entrance, blinking. "Well, don't just stand there dripping," she said, crossing her arms behind her head. "You remember first aid - we need to get out of wet clothing and conserve body heat."
"But...all our stuff," he said, pointing to their packs sitting in the growing puddle and then shaking his arm, watching the water droplets fly off.
"Is already wet and we can't do anything about it until the storm passes," she insisted. "C'mon, if you get hypothermia I'm going to be the one to carry you out and you're heavy."
Daniel gave an exasperated sigh and started unbuttoning his shirt, stopping and shooting Sam a disgusted look when she started humming. "What's gotten into you?"
Sam shrugged. "Nobody I care about has almost died in over a month. We actually got new, useful technology on our last mission. Rodney McKay is in Siberia and Felger is at MIT for the summer and, what, I'm not allowed to just be happy? I like rain." He shot her another 'I prefer deserts and you are insane' look before peeling off his shirt. "Plus, I have my own private strip show," she teased.
"Okay, turn around."
"What? It's not like I haven't seen it."
"Turn around," he said again and for a second Sam expected him to stomp his foot but she just sighed and rolled over onto her left side so she could face the tent wall and listen to Daniel wrestle with his wet clothing.
After a few minutes she felt him pull aside the sleeping bag just enough to slide in behind her - and she'd never been more grateful for buying the slightly roomier model -and, oh jeez, "your feet are freezing!" She tried to arch away but found that the bag wasn't so roomy with two bodies.
In response he reached around and placed equally-cold hands on her stomach, holding tighter when she tried to wiggle free. "This trip was your idea, and you're warm. Plus you don't want to carry me out, right?" She sighed and waited while their body heat slowly drove the damp chill from their skin, eventually creating a soporific warmth that had Daniel nodding off against her shoulder blades.
She woke to find the rain gone, the tent dark, and herself turned around so Daniel was snoring softly inches from her face, with a hand on her hip and something hard poking her stomach. Smiling slightly she reached down, wrapped her fingers loosely around him, and gave a few slow, gentle strokes, listening to his breathing quicken and watching as his eyes finally opened. He blinked sleepily at her a minute, and relaxed into her touch for a few strokes before freezing, his eyes opening wide. "What are you doing?"
"Warming you up," she said, smiling before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.
"Oh," he said and "Oh!" again when she let her other hand drag up his spine to wrap in his hair and pull him forward so she could properly kiss him. After a minute he finally relaxed in her arms, working his own hand up - and there were far too many elbows for one sleeping bag - to tentatively cup one of her breasts.
When he started kissing his way down her neck she rolled onto her back, pulling him on top and feeling the sleeping bag start to tangle around them. "I thought I was heavy" he murmured in her ear before sucking on the skin just behind it until she arched into his touch.
"Well, I'm not trying to carry you." She grabbed his hand and directed it down between her legs, wiggling her hips to try to loosen the sleeping bag twisted around them. When his fingers finally found her clit she gasped at the jolt of electricity the touch sent up her spine. The pads of his fingers were callused and slightly rough as they moved in slow, gentle circles until she started squirming, arching her hips for a firmer touch. But he drew his hand away, pulling it back up to once again play with her breasts.
With a small growl she rolled them both, sleeping bag and all, until he was on the bottom then wiggled down, leaving a trail of nips from his throat to his hip. He almost poked her eye out when she lightly cupped his balls and she reached her other hand to hold his hips down before giving him a slow lick from base to crown, tongue trailing around the tip. When a whine escaped his throat she opened her lips and took him in, sliding in slow increments down his shaft, holding tight to his hips when they tried to buck. She gave him three slow strokes, pulling up until only the tip was between her lips and running her tongue slowly across the slit before sucking him back in again, before she had to crawl back out of the sleeping bag for a breath of fresh air. His head was thrown back and his eyes half-closed but when she leaned forward to kiss him he responded hungrily, his tongue flicking out to find her lips and swallow her moan when he grabbed her hips, pulling her down so she could rub against him.
He rolled them again, reaching a hand to find her wet and she arched up as his finger stroked inside her, then trailed out to play with her clit - harder this time - and she swore he smiled against her neck when she tried to spread her hips against their quilted confines, desperately trying to draw him deeper. Finally, when she wasn't sure how much longer she could last, he entered her in one smooth stroke and she wrapped her ankles around him, arching up into each thrust as much as possible. When he bent over, straining against the confines of the bag, to suck on her nipple she finally came, muscles pulsing around him, and he followed a minute later, head bowed over her as she held him tight.
Daniel collapsed on top of her, reminding her that he was actually pretty heavy, and only then did she notice how wet her back was. "What?" he asked, looking up to see her grimace as she wiggled under him. "Are you okay? You...did...didn't you?"
"Oh, yes, the sex was great, don't worry," she teased. "But I'm pretty sure we rolled into the puddle."
"Oh, crap," he said, rolling over to his side and offering up a pout that warranted more than just a wet sleeping bag.
"What?"
"I just realized all our Power Bars were in the bottom of my bag," he said miserably. "And I'm hungry."