Volume 1 - The Desk Set Series - Jack/Samantha Fanfiction
Title:Volume 1 of The Desk Set Series
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: R Sexuality
Pairing: Jack/Samantha
Summary: Things are heating up at the Sheriff's office in Otis... Series takes place 3rd Season from Otis, CA onwards.
Author's Notes: My friend roman_romantic is having a rough time lately and asked me for Otis smut. So here is the first of several pieces in a series entitled the Desk Set that are all smutty Ed Boasty goodness from my dear friend. To my beta, jackssilverwolf many thanks :o) Cross-posted at profiler_fans
Sitting at his desk, Jack sighed in frustration as Bailey and John walked into the sheriff's station once more. In the past two days he'd had enough of that pair to last him for several lifetimes. Having Samantha in Otis was wonderful, however having her coworkers there wasn't.
"Sheriff Boast," Bailey greeted him. "We've come for a copy of your report to add to our file."
His mind miles away, he blinked and asked, "Report?"
"You know, the one about Agent Fraley," Malone prodded gently.
"Yes. Oh God! Uh yeah I don't know where my head is today," Jack replied and pushed a piece of paper across the desk at him.
"You feeling all right pal?" John inquired. The small town sheriff was a bit slow, but he seemed more flustered than usual.
"I'm fine. Never better. I'm just downright, peachy."
Pausing to look up from the report, Bailey commented, "You do look kind of flushed, Ed. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Absoooolutely!"
Turning to Bailey, John offered in a slightly muted voice that wasn't so soft that Jack couldn't easily hear, "Probably some inbred version of mooning over Sam. I think someone has a little crush."
Snickering slightly, Bailey replied, "Well at least we don't have to worry about Jack killing Ed."
"Oh God!" Jack exclaimed. When the pair looked at him oddly, he added quickly, "You don't think that Donald Lucas person will escape do you?"
"Relax Ed," the older man told him. "Donald Lucas will never see the light of day again. If we don't see you before the trial, then we'll see you then. John, we should be going."
"We'll tell Sam good-bye for you," John added, his voice edged with contempt.
"You do that," Jack agreed as the pair took their leave.
As the door to the sheriff's station closed, Jack threw his head back in ecstasy and groaned, "Oh God! Oh Samantha!"
A soft feminine chuckle came from under the desk. Still panting, Jack slid his chair back and watched as an amused Samantha swallowed his spent passion and wiped her lips on her hand.
"Oh that was hilarious," Jack told her in a decidedly unamused tone as he struggled to catch his breath.
Moving out a bit and resting her head on his knee, Samantha grinned and laughed, "Come on Jack, you have to admit it was rather funny. Can you imagine the expression on Bailey's face if he'd known I was under Ed Boast's desk giving him a blow job? Or better still Jack-Of-All-Trades?"
His laughter joined hers and he gently hauled her up into his lap. Samantha started to push his shaft back into his pants but found it difficult as her efforts brought rigidity to his flesh once more.
"Again? Already?"
"For you? Always, my Samantha," Jack informed her, dropping a kiss on her cheek as he returned his cock inside his pants and zipped them once more.
After watching him, she sighed, "I probably should be getting back before they wonder where I am." Standing up, she reached under the desk, brought out a flesh colored cushion and handed it to him. "Your stomach, Sheriff Boast. I thought it would get in the way, but it turns out it's a great knee cushion for when one is kneeling."
Taking the padding he wore to disguise himself as Edwin Boast and putting it aside, Jack pulled her back into his lap and asked, "Are we still on for tonight?"
"Well-" She drew the word out, pretending to hesitate. "I don't know if I should put myself at the mercy of a wanted man."
Jack's mouth slid over her neck and up to her ear. "They think Lucas is Jack. Besides, I'm a bona-fide member of the law enforcement community."
Reaching down, Samantha let her hand brush against the front of his pants then pretended to toy with his handcuffs. "And how do I know you're a bonafide member of law enforcement?"
Against her ear, he drawled, "Because I have a badge, and a gun and handcuffs and everything."
Samantha moved to straddle Jack and ground against him, "You forgot to mention your nightstick."
Capturing her mouth, he countered, "How foolish of me. A night stick is very important tool for law enforcement."
"Especially when it's such a big nightstick, Sheriff Boast." She purred and started to pull at his zipper once more, until he caught her wrist and stopped her.
"Keep that up and I'll have to arrest you, Dr. Waters."
"But I require protecting and servicing!"
"Which I'll gladly do after Malone and the clown are tucked in safely for the night." When she continued to run her fingertip over his zipper, Jack growled, "Samantha. I'm warning you. If you keep that up I'll-
"Arrest me?" She grinned. Jack was probably right about them waiting, but every time she was with him, it got harder and harder to walk away. As it was Bailey was probably already organizing a search party for her. Leaning in for another kiss, she promised herself she would leave in another minute. Caught up in their kiss she didn't notice he'd slid his handcuffs from his belt. A moment later as he broke their kiss, Jack turned her around sharply and bent her over the desk sliding on the cuffs. Even though she'd gone too far, she found the sudden turn of events did nothing to dampen her desire. "Why Sheriff Boast! Does that mean you intend to frisk me and lock me in a cell all night?"
Wrapping his arms around her, his hands explored and slipped under her shirt to cup her breasts. His tongue moved over the back of her neck provocatively and he promised, "You'll be handcuffed and completely at my mercy."
"Will you show me any mercy since it's my first offense?" Samantha whimpered as one hand moved under her skirt and brushed against her panties.
"We'll start with a tongue lashing and see if you warrant further punishment," he responded, his mouth against the flesh of her neck hinting at what was to come later.
All playfulness gone from her face as his attentions made her blood sing, she demanded, "Why is it again that we're going to wait until after the Lucas trial to make this a permanent arrangement?"
Jack was about to answer when he heard someone entering the Sheriff's station in the front. Quickly he took the handcuffs off of her.
Standing up, Samantha mentally groaned at the intrusion, then exclaimed, "Your stomach!"
Bailey was coming in and Jack dove under the desk where his stomach padding was. Nervously, Samantha sat down to prevent Bailey from seeing Jack under the desk without his Ed Boast stomach.
"Sam! There you are!" Bailey exclaimed with relief.
"You had us worried," John interjected.
"Worried?!" Samantha cried out suddenly as she felt Jack's tongue slide along her thigh and his fingers pull her panties to the side.
"Well, yeah. You know, Ed has a crush on you. We were afraid he went Deliverance on you or something," John explained.
Laughing uneasily, she tried to discreetly push Jack away but he only pressed his face even closer to her body. John started to hum Dueling Banjos off-key and Bailey snickered in amusement.
"Are you okay Sam? Your face is all flushed. I hope you're not getting sick, I think Ed was coming down with something earlier."
"Going- er coming down with something? Oh dear God!" Samantha gasped. Forcing a smile she added, "That's the last thing I need."
"I agree," her mentor nodded. Then looking at her oddly, he inquired, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Waiting for Ed."
"Ed?" John repeated.
"Um yeah. I uh- Oh God um- I promised him I'd let him show me the Otis nightlife."
"That should take all of five minutes," John snorted. Confused, he asked, "Uh, Sam? Why?"
"Why? Huh? Oh God! Ed! Um, yeah, I thought I'd do something charitable before Christmas."
"It's only October," the younger man pointed out.
"You know me John, give till it hurts! What can I say, I want something really big from Santa this year."
"I have a Santa suit," John offered suggestively.
Shaking his head, Bailey moved towards the door, "Come on, John. Sam, don't stay out too late. You look really feverish!"
"You're right, Bail. I think as soon as I see him I'll tell him I've had to change my plans. I- um- I think I'll go to bed the minute I see Ed!"
"Good girl." Bailey replied and took his leave.
Alone with Jack, she panted, "You bastard! I hope you're happy"
Jack looked up at her and grinned before resuming his ministrations. She should feel guilty for lying to her mentor, but the feeling didn't come. Samantha hadn't lied exactly, she did plan to spend the night with Ed and he was going to show her the most exciting sights in all of Otis. Bailey didn't need to know that involved a naked Sheriff. Reaching down, she threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him to the exact spot she wanted him and surrendered to the delicious sensation. Rational thought quickly fled as Jack brought her over the edge and she was left with the only truth that mattered. Jack.
Author: M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: R Sexuality
Pairing: Jack/Samantha
Summary: Things are heating up at the Sheriff's office in Otis... Series takes place 3rd Season from Otis, CA onwards.
Author's Notes: My friend roman_romantic is having a rough time lately and asked me for Otis smut. So here is the first of several pieces in a series entitled the Desk Set that are all smutty Ed Boasty goodness from my dear friend. To my beta, jackssilverwolf many thanks :o) Cross-posted at profiler_fans
Sitting at his desk, Jack sighed in frustration as Bailey and John walked into the sheriff's station once more. In the past two days he'd had enough of that pair to last him for several lifetimes. Having Samantha in Otis was wonderful, however having her coworkers there wasn't.
"Sheriff Boast," Bailey greeted him. "We've come for a copy of your report to add to our file."
His mind miles away, he blinked and asked, "Report?"
"You know, the one about Agent Fraley," Malone prodded gently.
"Yes. Oh God! Uh yeah I don't know where my head is today," Jack replied and pushed a piece of paper across the desk at him.
"You feeling all right pal?" John inquired. The small town sheriff was a bit slow, but he seemed more flustered than usual.
"I'm fine. Never better. I'm just downright, peachy."
Pausing to look up from the report, Bailey commented, "You do look kind of flushed, Ed. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Absoooolutely!"
Turning to Bailey, John offered in a slightly muted voice that wasn't so soft that Jack couldn't easily hear, "Probably some inbred version of mooning over Sam. I think someone has a little crush."
Snickering slightly, Bailey replied, "Well at least we don't have to worry about Jack killing Ed."
"Oh God!" Jack exclaimed. When the pair looked at him oddly, he added quickly, "You don't think that Donald Lucas person will escape do you?"
"Relax Ed," the older man told him. "Donald Lucas will never see the light of day again. If we don't see you before the trial, then we'll see you then. John, we should be going."
"We'll tell Sam good-bye for you," John added, his voice edged with contempt.
"You do that," Jack agreed as the pair took their leave.
As the door to the sheriff's station closed, Jack threw his head back in ecstasy and groaned, "Oh God! Oh Samantha!"
A soft feminine chuckle came from under the desk. Still panting, Jack slid his chair back and watched as an amused Samantha swallowed his spent passion and wiped her lips on her hand.
"Oh that was hilarious," Jack told her in a decidedly unamused tone as he struggled to catch his breath.
Moving out a bit and resting her head on his knee, Samantha grinned and laughed, "Come on Jack, you have to admit it was rather funny. Can you imagine the expression on Bailey's face if he'd known I was under Ed Boast's desk giving him a blow job? Or better still Jack-Of-All-Trades?"
His laughter joined hers and he gently hauled her up into his lap. Samantha started to push his shaft back into his pants but found it difficult as her efforts brought rigidity to his flesh once more.
"Again? Already?"
"For you? Always, my Samantha," Jack informed her, dropping a kiss on her cheek as he returned his cock inside his pants and zipped them once more.
After watching him, she sighed, "I probably should be getting back before they wonder where I am." Standing up, she reached under the desk, brought out a flesh colored cushion and handed it to him. "Your stomach, Sheriff Boast. I thought it would get in the way, but it turns out it's a great knee cushion for when one is kneeling."
Taking the padding he wore to disguise himself as Edwin Boast and putting it aside, Jack pulled her back into his lap and asked, "Are we still on for tonight?"
"Well-" She drew the word out, pretending to hesitate. "I don't know if I should put myself at the mercy of a wanted man."
Jack's mouth slid over her neck and up to her ear. "They think Lucas is Jack. Besides, I'm a bona-fide member of the law enforcement community."
Reaching down, Samantha let her hand brush against the front of his pants then pretended to toy with his handcuffs. "And how do I know you're a bonafide member of law enforcement?"
Against her ear, he drawled, "Because I have a badge, and a gun and handcuffs and everything."
Samantha moved to straddle Jack and ground against him, "You forgot to mention your nightstick."
Capturing her mouth, he countered, "How foolish of me. A night stick is very important tool for law enforcement."
"Especially when it's such a big nightstick, Sheriff Boast." She purred and started to pull at his zipper once more, until he caught her wrist and stopped her.
"Keep that up and I'll have to arrest you, Dr. Waters."
"But I require protecting and servicing!"
"Which I'll gladly do after Malone and the clown are tucked in safely for the night." When she continued to run her fingertip over his zipper, Jack growled, "Samantha. I'm warning you. If you keep that up I'll-
"Arrest me?" She grinned. Jack was probably right about them waiting, but every time she was with him, it got harder and harder to walk away. As it was Bailey was probably already organizing a search party for her. Leaning in for another kiss, she promised herself she would leave in another minute. Caught up in their kiss she didn't notice he'd slid his handcuffs from his belt. A moment later as he broke their kiss, Jack turned her around sharply and bent her over the desk sliding on the cuffs. Even though she'd gone too far, she found the sudden turn of events did nothing to dampen her desire. "Why Sheriff Boast! Does that mean you intend to frisk me and lock me in a cell all night?"
Wrapping his arms around her, his hands explored and slipped under her shirt to cup her breasts. His tongue moved over the back of her neck provocatively and he promised, "You'll be handcuffed and completely at my mercy."
"Will you show me any mercy since it's my first offense?" Samantha whimpered as one hand moved under her skirt and brushed against her panties.
"We'll start with a tongue lashing and see if you warrant further punishment," he responded, his mouth against the flesh of her neck hinting at what was to come later.
All playfulness gone from her face as his attentions made her blood sing, she demanded, "Why is it again that we're going to wait until after the Lucas trial to make this a permanent arrangement?"
Jack was about to answer when he heard someone entering the Sheriff's station in the front. Quickly he took the handcuffs off of her.
Standing up, Samantha mentally groaned at the intrusion, then exclaimed, "Your stomach!"
Bailey was coming in and Jack dove under the desk where his stomach padding was. Nervously, Samantha sat down to prevent Bailey from seeing Jack under the desk without his Ed Boast stomach.
"Sam! There you are!" Bailey exclaimed with relief.
"You had us worried," John interjected.
"Worried?!" Samantha cried out suddenly as she felt Jack's tongue slide along her thigh and his fingers pull her panties to the side.
"Well, yeah. You know, Ed has a crush on you. We were afraid he went Deliverance on you or something," John explained.
Laughing uneasily, she tried to discreetly push Jack away but he only pressed his face even closer to her body. John started to hum Dueling Banjos off-key and Bailey snickered in amusement.
"Are you okay Sam? Your face is all flushed. I hope you're not getting sick, I think Ed was coming down with something earlier."
"Going- er coming down with something? Oh dear God!" Samantha gasped. Forcing a smile she added, "That's the last thing I need."
"I agree," her mentor nodded. Then looking at her oddly, he inquired, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Waiting for Ed."
"Ed?" John repeated.
"Um yeah. I uh- Oh God um- I promised him I'd let him show me the Otis nightlife."
"That should take all of five minutes," John snorted. Confused, he asked, "Uh, Sam? Why?"
"Why? Huh? Oh God! Ed! Um, yeah, I thought I'd do something charitable before Christmas."
"It's only October," the younger man pointed out.
"You know me John, give till it hurts! What can I say, I want something really big from Santa this year."
"I have a Santa suit," John offered suggestively.
Shaking his head, Bailey moved towards the door, "Come on, John. Sam, don't stay out too late. You look really feverish!"
"You're right, Bail. I think as soon as I see him I'll tell him I've had to change my plans. I- um- I think I'll go to bed the minute I see Ed!"
"Good girl." Bailey replied and took his leave.
Alone with Jack, she panted, "You bastard! I hope you're happy"
Jack looked up at her and grinned before resuming his ministrations. She should feel guilty for lying to her mentor, but the feeling didn't come. Samantha hadn't lied exactly, she did plan to spend the night with Ed and he was going to show her the most exciting sights in all of Otis. Bailey didn't need to know that involved a naked Sheriff. Reaching down, she threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him to the exact spot she wanted him and surrendered to the delicious sensation. Rational thought quickly fled as Jack brought her over the edge and she was left with the only truth that mattered. Jack.