Fic: A Moment in Between
Title: A Moment in Between
Author: angelqueen04
Summary: She loved her job, but there was just something about fucking Jack O’Neill until she felt ready to pass out that she could not get enough of.
Type/Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth
Main characters: Elizabeth Weir, Jack O’Neill
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex
Spoilers: None really. Takes place after Season One.
Beta: trinity1986
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, don’t claim to.
Author’s Notes: This sat around on my hard drive for weeks before I mustered up the courage to have it betaed and posted.
Feedback: Yes please!
X-posted to my lj, elizabeth_jack, lostcityfound, and sg_crossovers.
Dear god, there had to be a law against this much pleasure.
His lips trailed down her throat, sucking and nipping. She moaned and ran her fingers through his close-cropped hair, raking her short nails across his scalp. Elizabeth smiled when she both heard and felt him growl against her collarbone, biting gently before using his tongue to soothe the mark.
Having already divested her of her clothing, his hand encountered no barriers as it moved lower. She shuddered when he hit a particularly sensitive patch of skin along her hip. This time he was the one to laugh.
This wasn't the first time they'd ended up like this and a part of her couldn't help but hope that it wouldn't be the last. She needed this, and she suspected he did as well.
Elizabeth had known that she'd wanted him the moment he'd sat in the office that had been hers for such a short amount of time, the office that was to become his. Now that he wasn't under the threat of nearly-certain death and his friends were not risking their lives to save his own, he was much more relaxed. The lines on his face did not vanish, but they did become far smoother, drawing her attention to just how handsome he actually was. And then there was that quirky smile...
She'd never known she'd had a weakness for the cocky flyboy.
Of course, that weakness wasn't really bothering her at the moment. Not when they were in his house, him sitting against the headboard of his bed with her impaled on his lap. In their current position, the only thing occupying her mind was that she desperately needed to come.
He had been driving her mad for a while now, holding her tightly and not allowing her to move her hips, to seek the delicious friction that she craved so much. How he could exercise such control, she didn't quite comprehend, but at the moment, how wasn't really uppermost in her mind.
"Jack," Elizabeth breathed, her fingers yet again slipping through his hair as he suckled on one of her nipples while kneading the other with his free hand. "Jack, please..."
He didn’t reply verbally, only moving his lips over to her other breast while trailing his hand down her stomach. She breathed heavily when his fingers brushed through her thatch of dark curls, and couldn’t choke back a relieved sob when he dipped a single finger into her slick, wet heat.
Jack teased her clit lightly and gasped when her muscles tightened around him. Elizabeth could feel his hips twitching beneath her, knew he was longing to thrust up hard and fast. Vaguely, she marveled at the control he was exerting. What control she had left was rapidly dwindling.
His fingers swept down lower to where their bodies joined, and then slid back up, this time to circle the bundle of nerves, only brushing it lightly. Elizabeth struggled to push against him, wanting, needing a firmer touch. “Jack,” she groaned. “Fuck… more!”
The man was beyond finding amusement in her loss of restraint, but he finally heeded her desperate pleas and began rubbing her clit in earnest. Elizabeth felt her inner walls tighten around his hard cock and within moments she couldn’t help but let out a strangled cry as waves of pleasure slammed into her.
Elizabeth let her head fall against Jack’s shoulder, shuddering intermittently as she felt her muscles spasm from her release. When she was finally able to look up, she found herself staring into two dark eyes nearly black from sheer need. She could also feel his hands trembling slightly against her back as he struggled to control himself.
Slowly, as though she was dealing with an extremely highly-strung animal, Elizabeth leaned forward and pressed her cheek to his, placing her lips right next to his ear. Nipping at his earlobe, she whispered two small words.
“Let go.”
As though a dam had suddenly burst, Jack reacted instantly. In an impressive show of strength and dexterity, he grasped her by the hips and all but threw her down beside him. Before she could even fully register what was happening, he was settling himself between her thighs and thrusting back into her, hard and fast. Elizabeth gasped at the sensation, but didn’t even consider telling him to slow down, or even to stop.
He gripped her hips tightly as he slammed into her over and over and she knew she would probably have bruises there in the morning, but she didn’t care. She could feel another wave of pleasure rising slowly within her, but didn’t know if Jack would be able to last that long. Desperate to fall with him, Elizabeth reached down with one hand and began stroking herself rapidly. She couldn’t restrain a whimper-like moan when her fingers came into contact with the sensitive nerves.
It didn’t take much to put her into the position of thrusting against him just as quickly as he thrust into her. Jack caught her attention when he tugged on her sweat-soaked curls and roughly covered her mouth with his own, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. Finally, he slammed one, two, three more times before holding himself steady. She felt his cock pulse repeatedly inside her and the sensation sent her flying over the edge again.
Elizabeth collapsed against the pillows, completely out of breath, but completely satisfied. She loved her job, but this was something she sorely missed while she was there. There was just something about fucking Jack O’Neill until she felt ready to pass out that she could not get enough of.
For several minutes, Jack did not move from the cradle of her trembling legs, his head resting on her shoulder. But finally, he pulled away and he fell to her side, his softening cock slipping from her wet folds. Automatically, she curled into his side and his arm came around her, pulling her close.
Silence reigned briefly, until he finally said, “We need to do this more often.”
Elizabeth laughed against his shoulder, her hand brushing up and down his naked chest. “No argument here,” she murmured in reply, her eyes slowly drifting shut.
Author: angelqueen04
Summary: She loved her job, but there was just something about fucking Jack O’Neill until she felt ready to pass out that she could not get enough of.
Type/Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth
Main characters: Elizabeth Weir, Jack O’Neill
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex
Spoilers: None really. Takes place after Season One.
Beta: trinity1986
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, don’t claim to.
Author’s Notes: This sat around on my hard drive for weeks before I mustered up the courage to have it betaed and posted.
Feedback: Yes please!
X-posted to my lj, elizabeth_jack, lostcityfound, and sg_crossovers.
Dear god, there had to be a law against this much pleasure.
His lips trailed down her throat, sucking and nipping. She moaned and ran her fingers through his close-cropped hair, raking her short nails across his scalp. Elizabeth smiled when she both heard and felt him growl against her collarbone, biting gently before using his tongue to soothe the mark.
Having already divested her of her clothing, his hand encountered no barriers as it moved lower. She shuddered when he hit a particularly sensitive patch of skin along her hip. This time he was the one to laugh.
This wasn't the first time they'd ended up like this and a part of her couldn't help but hope that it wouldn't be the last. She needed this, and she suspected he did as well.
Elizabeth had known that she'd wanted him the moment he'd sat in the office that had been hers for such a short amount of time, the office that was to become his. Now that he wasn't under the threat of nearly-certain death and his friends were not risking their lives to save his own, he was much more relaxed. The lines on his face did not vanish, but they did become far smoother, drawing her attention to just how handsome he actually was. And then there was that quirky smile...
She'd never known she'd had a weakness for the cocky flyboy.
Of course, that weakness wasn't really bothering her at the moment. Not when they were in his house, him sitting against the headboard of his bed with her impaled on his lap. In their current position, the only thing occupying her mind was that she desperately needed to come.
He had been driving her mad for a while now, holding her tightly and not allowing her to move her hips, to seek the delicious friction that she craved so much. How he could exercise such control, she didn't quite comprehend, but at the moment, how wasn't really uppermost in her mind.
"Jack," Elizabeth breathed, her fingers yet again slipping through his hair as he suckled on one of her nipples while kneading the other with his free hand. "Jack, please..."
He didn’t reply verbally, only moving his lips over to her other breast while trailing his hand down her stomach. She breathed heavily when his fingers brushed through her thatch of dark curls, and couldn’t choke back a relieved sob when he dipped a single finger into her slick, wet heat.
Jack teased her clit lightly and gasped when her muscles tightened around him. Elizabeth could feel his hips twitching beneath her, knew he was longing to thrust up hard and fast. Vaguely, she marveled at the control he was exerting. What control she had left was rapidly dwindling.
His fingers swept down lower to where their bodies joined, and then slid back up, this time to circle the bundle of nerves, only brushing it lightly. Elizabeth struggled to push against him, wanting, needing a firmer touch. “Jack,” she groaned. “Fuck… more!”
The man was beyond finding amusement in her loss of restraint, but he finally heeded her desperate pleas and began rubbing her clit in earnest. Elizabeth felt her inner walls tighten around his hard cock and within moments she couldn’t help but let out a strangled cry as waves of pleasure slammed into her.
Elizabeth let her head fall against Jack’s shoulder, shuddering intermittently as she felt her muscles spasm from her release. When she was finally able to look up, she found herself staring into two dark eyes nearly black from sheer need. She could also feel his hands trembling slightly against her back as he struggled to control himself.
Slowly, as though she was dealing with an extremely highly-strung animal, Elizabeth leaned forward and pressed her cheek to his, placing her lips right next to his ear. Nipping at his earlobe, she whispered two small words.
“Let go.”
As though a dam had suddenly burst, Jack reacted instantly. In an impressive show of strength and dexterity, he grasped her by the hips and all but threw her down beside him. Before she could even fully register what was happening, he was settling himself between her thighs and thrusting back into her, hard and fast. Elizabeth gasped at the sensation, but didn’t even consider telling him to slow down, or even to stop.
He gripped her hips tightly as he slammed into her over and over and she knew she would probably have bruises there in the morning, but she didn’t care. She could feel another wave of pleasure rising slowly within her, but didn’t know if Jack would be able to last that long. Desperate to fall with him, Elizabeth reached down with one hand and began stroking herself rapidly. She couldn’t restrain a whimper-like moan when her fingers came into contact with the sensitive nerves.
It didn’t take much to put her into the position of thrusting against him just as quickly as he thrust into her. Jack caught her attention when he tugged on her sweat-soaked curls and roughly covered her mouth with his own, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. Finally, he slammed one, two, three more times before holding himself steady. She felt his cock pulse repeatedly inside her and the sensation sent her flying over the edge again.
Elizabeth collapsed against the pillows, completely out of breath, but completely satisfied. She loved her job, but this was something she sorely missed while she was there. There was just something about fucking Jack O’Neill until she felt ready to pass out that she could not get enough of.
For several minutes, Jack did not move from the cradle of her trembling legs, his head resting on her shoulder. But finally, he pulled away and he fell to her side, his softening cock slipping from her wet folds. Automatically, she curled into his side and his arm came around her, pulling her close.
Silence reigned briefly, until he finally said, “We need to do this more often.”
Elizabeth laughed against his shoulder, her hand brushing up and down his naked chest. “No argument here,” she murmured in reply, her eyes slowly drifting shut.