Fic, Mind Fuck, Brown Cortina, by DorsetGirl
Title: Mind Fuck
Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Life on Mars
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or their universe. BBC/Kudos do. I’m not making any money out of this.
Rating: Brown Cortina for sex and language
Word Count: 125
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: How to make Sam stop thinking
Author’s Note: I found this very short piece in my journal when I was tidying up ready for archiving; I posted it there ages ago, but wasn’t sure at the time whether to put it here. I’m still not sure, but here it is anyway. I don’t know why it’s second person, it just came out that way. Not beta’d
Mind Fuck
“Gene, oh God, Gene ... fuck ... me,” Sam gasps, his body taut and slick beneath you.
Even through the wild arousal, this tickles the funny side, and you smile.
“I am doing, you daft bugger. I don’t go all red and pant like this for nothing, you know.”
He looks so adorable laid out before you, ripe for the taking, open and trusting and available.
The glazed eyes clear and the man - that mind - is there, looking up and grinning. “More purple, I’d say, Guv. Or is that just your knob?”
“Cheeky sod”, you retort, contemplating stopping, just to show him. Then “Bugger that,” you think, speeding up instead, driving the mind of the man you love, just for a while, back into neutral.
END
Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Life on Mars
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or their universe. BBC/Kudos do. I’m not making any money out of this.
Rating: Brown Cortina for sex and language
Word Count: 125
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: How to make Sam stop thinking
Author’s Note: I found this very short piece in my journal when I was tidying up ready for archiving; I posted it there ages ago, but wasn’t sure at the time whether to put it here. I’m still not sure, but here it is anyway. I don’t know why it’s second person, it just came out that way. Not beta’d
Mind Fuck
“Gene, oh God, Gene ... fuck ... me,” Sam gasps, his body taut and slick beneath you.
Even through the wild arousal, this tickles the funny side, and you smile.
“I am doing, you daft bugger. I don’t go all red and pant like this for nothing, you know.”
He looks so adorable laid out before you, ripe for the taking, open and trusting and available.
The glazed eyes clear and the man - that mind - is there, looking up and grinning. “More purple, I’d say, Guv. Or is that just your knob?”
“Cheeky sod”, you retort, contemplating stopping, just to show him. Then “Bugger that,” you think, speeding up instead, driving the mind of the man you love, just for a while, back into neutral.
END