ficlet repost: "Was There Ever?" Sam/Daniel
Title: Was There Ever?
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Timeline: "Fallen"
Disclaimer: MGM not me.
Notes: For the fifth porn battle. Originally posted here.
Summary: Sam's angry (sexually transmitted amnesia)
Wordcount: 365
Was There Ever?
Sam's hands in Daniel's hair should be reminiscent, the same, stiff, starched hair, just wet from showering, his jaw firm and familiar under her fingers, but it's not. It's all new. Daniel's whimpering and her keening are new music, and she slides her hands helplessly from cheeks to hair and back, pushing, gently, for deeper thrusting, and Daniel's working, intent, meticulous, methodical, relearning the curves of her thighs as they round into her vulva. This is all new. The tip of his tongue, tender and cautious, finds her labia and follows them upwards to her clitoris, and he's so gentle she's ticklish and so skittish she's mad. Daniel's eaten her out so often they have traditions. Daniel knew he could slip into her sleeping bag any night, that she was always open for him, that he could slide a finger into her and she'd be wet almost instantly, would thrust toward him half-asleep and slip into a kiss, that her lips were insistant if not healing, reliable if not loving. Her Daniel never needed encouragement to move from clit to cunt, never needed guidance around tender spots, never needed to learn what he knew about her body. Now Daniel's not familiar; Daniel's tongue is harmless and gentle as a caress, his lips are soft when they pucker around her clit, and she thrusts forward, not meaning to, to answer his kiss. "Thank you," she tries, and Daniel lifts his head; she closes her eyes and grips his head and pulls him closer, more roughly than she meant to. Daniel knew the shivers of her orgasm, would lick faster and closer and less like a gentleman when he knew she was close, would just scrape her clit with his teeth and she would come in a long, slow, still shudder and then he'd kiss her until he wasn't sobbing. Daniel never needed to be told whether she'd climaxed; Daniel knew and if he hadn't she'd never have been able to trust him. And maybe she never should have. Because this man, eager and smiling between her legs, is not Daniel, and there's nothing between them and never was.
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Timeline: "Fallen"
Disclaimer: MGM not me.
Notes: For the fifth porn battle. Originally posted here.
Summary: Sam's angry (sexually transmitted amnesia)
Wordcount: 365
Was There Ever?
Sam's hands in Daniel's hair should be reminiscent, the same, stiff, starched hair, just wet from showering, his jaw firm and familiar under her fingers, but it's not. It's all new. Daniel's whimpering and her keening are new music, and she slides her hands helplessly from cheeks to hair and back, pushing, gently, for deeper thrusting, and Daniel's working, intent, meticulous, methodical, relearning the curves of her thighs as they round into her vulva. This is all new. The tip of his tongue, tender and cautious, finds her labia and follows them upwards to her clitoris, and he's so gentle she's ticklish and so skittish she's mad. Daniel's eaten her out so often they have traditions. Daniel knew he could slip into her sleeping bag any night, that she was always open for him, that he could slide a finger into her and she'd be wet almost instantly, would thrust toward him half-asleep and slip into a kiss, that her lips were insistant if not healing, reliable if not loving. Her Daniel never needed encouragement to move from clit to cunt, never needed guidance around tender spots, never needed to learn what he knew about her body. Now Daniel's not familiar; Daniel's tongue is harmless and gentle as a caress, his lips are soft when they pucker around her clit, and she thrusts forward, not meaning to, to answer his kiss. "Thank you," she tries, and Daniel lifts his head; she closes her eyes and grips his head and pulls him closer, more roughly than she meant to. Daniel knew the shivers of her orgasm, would lick faster and closer and less like a gentleman when he knew she was close, would just scrape her clit with his teeth and she would come in a long, slow, still shudder and then he'd kiss her until he wasn't sobbing. Daniel never needed to be told whether she'd climaxed; Daniel knew and if he hadn't she'd never have been able to trust him. And maybe she never should have. Because this man, eager and smiling between her legs, is not Daniel, and there's nothing between them and never was.