Challenge 86, Stargate, Sam/Vala
Title: Lies My Astrophysicist Told Me
Author: ALC Punk!
Prompt: Challenge 86, Lies
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Vala Mal Doran
Rating: 18+
Word count: 250
A/N: ahaha. Yes. I'm cheating. *runs*
"Aliens," Sam says firmly, pressed against Vala and feeling her skin tingle. Vala is trapped between her and the wall, and Sam knows the wall is just that right temperature of cold to seep into your skin and make the fingers stroking your skin feel like you're going to die from the sensory overload. Some part of her is wondering how it can feel this good to be pressed against the woman she just doesn't understand. But other parts are drowning it out--anticipating what Vala's skin will feel like, what Vala's mouth will taste like, what Vala's moans will sound like.
"Oh yes?" It's not that Vala is really uncertain. She's not, she's just good at sounding dazed, and what her hands are currently doing under the back of Sam's shirt are probably prohibited by the Geneva Convention.
Sam nips at the side of Vala's neck, feeling the pulse beneath her lips. "Aliens." She licks the abused skin, then sucks at it, hearing the catch in Vala's breath as she shifts her mouth slightly, hitting a better spot.
"Oh, yes, obviously," agrees Vala, "Aliens." She clearly has no idea what Sam is talking about.
"Aliens are the cause," Sam continues fingers yanking hard at the belt on Vala's pants while she wonders if she can get to her breasts without removing the complicated corset. "Of a lot of things."
"So, I've--" the moan Vala lets loose when Sam's thumb brushes her belly sends a shiver down Sam's spine. "--heard."
Title: Lies Told By My Astrophysicist
Author: ALC Punk!
Prompt: Challenge 86, Lies
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Vala Mal Doran
Rating: 18+
Word count: 250
A/N: ahaha. Yes. I'm cheating. *runs*
"War." Sam nips at Vala's neck again, continuing her lecture. "Famine." She kisses the spot, then down to Vala's breasts, just visible over the top of the corset--maybe she can get to her breasts without removing the damned thing. "Ancient technology." Her lips touch the top of one breast, and she considers biting.
"Oh, yes. Very valuable." Having recovered, Vala's hand is moving to the front of Sam's shirt, brushing the skin of her belly, then moving upwards in a lazy caress.
"Doesn't always work of course," Sam recognizes that she's babbling now. But she doesn't care. Two more buttons, and her hand is inside Vala's pants. "Sometimes sucks."
"I certainly hope so."
Sam raises her head to watch Vala's eyes as she slides her fingers between her legs, barely having the room to move her hand enough to do so. "You hope I suck?"
"Well--" Vala's eyes widen, the pupils already dark, as Sam's fingertip slips into her just a little. A groan, then the woman is grabbing at Sam's waist, "This isn't alien technology, Colonel Carter, I'm not going to conk out in the middle."
"But will you roll over and sleep after the sex?"
Vala gasps before answering, and she brings a hand up to cup the back of Sam's head. Her voice is just a little desperate when she replies, "You talk too much, Colonel."
So Sam kisses her. After all, if anyone asks, she can just say that aliens made them do it. Really.
Author: ALC Punk!
Prompt: Challenge 86, Lies
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Vala Mal Doran
Rating: 18+
Word count: 250
A/N: ahaha. Yes. I'm cheating. *runs*
"Aliens," Sam says firmly, pressed against Vala and feeling her skin tingle. Vala is trapped between her and the wall, and Sam knows the wall is just that right temperature of cold to seep into your skin and make the fingers stroking your skin feel like you're going to die from the sensory overload. Some part of her is wondering how it can feel this good to be pressed against the woman she just doesn't understand. But other parts are drowning it out--anticipating what Vala's skin will feel like, what Vala's mouth will taste like, what Vala's moans will sound like.
"Oh yes?" It's not that Vala is really uncertain. She's not, she's just good at sounding dazed, and what her hands are currently doing under the back of Sam's shirt are probably prohibited by the Geneva Convention.
Sam nips at the side of Vala's neck, feeling the pulse beneath her lips. "Aliens." She licks the abused skin, then sucks at it, hearing the catch in Vala's breath as she shifts her mouth slightly, hitting a better spot.
"Oh, yes, obviously," agrees Vala, "Aliens." She clearly has no idea what Sam is talking about.
"Aliens are the cause," Sam continues fingers yanking hard at the belt on Vala's pants while she wonders if she can get to her breasts without removing the complicated corset. "Of a lot of things."
"So, I've--" the moan Vala lets loose when Sam's thumb brushes her belly sends a shiver down Sam's spine. "--heard."
Title: Lies Told By My Astrophysicist
Author: ALC Punk!
Prompt: Challenge 86, Lies
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Vala Mal Doran
Rating: 18+
Word count: 250
A/N: ahaha. Yes. I'm cheating. *runs*
"War." Sam nips at Vala's neck again, continuing her lecture. "Famine." She kisses the spot, then down to Vala's breasts, just visible over the top of the corset--maybe she can get to her breasts without removing the damned thing. "Ancient technology." Her lips touch the top of one breast, and she considers biting.
"Oh, yes. Very valuable." Having recovered, Vala's hand is moving to the front of Sam's shirt, brushing the skin of her belly, then moving upwards in a lazy caress.
"Doesn't always work of course," Sam recognizes that she's babbling now. But she doesn't care. Two more buttons, and her hand is inside Vala's pants. "Sometimes sucks."
"I certainly hope so."
Sam raises her head to watch Vala's eyes as she slides her fingers between her legs, barely having the room to move her hand enough to do so. "You hope I suck?"
"Well--" Vala's eyes widen, the pupils already dark, as Sam's fingertip slips into her just a little. A groan, then the woman is grabbing at Sam's waist, "This isn't alien technology, Colonel Carter, I'm not going to conk out in the middle."
"But will you roll over and sleep after the sex?"
Vala gasps before answering, and she brings a hand up to cup the back of Sam's head. Her voice is just a little desperate when she replies, "You talk too much, Colonel."
So Sam kisses her. After all, if anyone asks, she can just say that aliens made them do it. Really.