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Title: Fun, fun, fun
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: SMUT
Summary: It was red, damnit,
why wasn't it going faster?
Archive: My Site, SJD
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them
back in the state I found them. Song belongs to the Beach Boys.
Author’s notes: As requested… I wrote it for
Jo last week and she demanded I post. I think it’s shit, but you can form your own opinion of that.
Date: 17/04/05
Copyright
© to Venom, 2005
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And we’ll have fun, fun, fun…
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He was sure that there was
a good reason for this.
No doubt she could give him a list (Alphabetized to boot) of all the reasons that he should
be here. Top of that list, he thought, should be that she asked him.
She'd come into his office, all big blue eyes,
shiny hair, with her chest thrust outwards and pouted at him. She'd asked, in her sweetest, most innocent, most oh-so-fuckable
voice if he would 'pretty please' take her... (And his mind had certainly had fun with *that*) Hearing her say ‘pretty
please’ in any situation was pretty miraculous, but add it to the eyes and the hair and the tits and the pout....
Sigh.
He
was so whipped.
She turned briefly to smile at him, before focusing one again on the people in front of her. Eyes trailing
down her back to focus on her ass, Jack decided that whipped was good.
“Are you sure we’re allowed on here?”
“I’m
pretty sure that you’ll make the height restriction, Jack.”
Snerk. He loved her like this. Happy, relaxed,
glowing… in really tight jeans. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Aren’t we a little…
old?”
“You might be, but I’m still good.”
That she certainly was.
One of the
bigger perks, he decided, of being in the great state of Miami for a dirty weekend away, was that she was a lot more open
about ‘them’ in public. They didn’t have to worry about who saw them holding hands or randomly making out
against a tree. (And really, both were great, but he liked the latter a whole lot better than the former.)
The other
perk, he’d discovered early on in the day, was the weather. It was really hot, and Sam had packed accordingly. (I.e.
One outfit, a bikini and a toothbrush.)
Though, he didn’t really understand what they were doing here on their
dirty weekend.
“Why are we here?”
“To have fun.” She replied, shuffling forward a little
as the line moved. They were up next, he noted.
It was a cliché, but he didn’t care. “We could do that
at the hotel, you know?”
She smiled at the gatekeeper as he let them through. She’d obviously picked where
she wanted to be, so he followed dutifully behind. “We will. But later. First I want to kick your ass.”
He
didn’t doubt that she could, with or without the aid she was currently stepping in to.
“Are you ready?”
Nose
scrunched up, he eyed her warily. His knees may as well have been at his ears for all the room he had. These cars were so
not designed for people with long legs. “Yeah. This’ll be great.”
“Try to enjoy it. I’ll
make it worth your while.” She winked at him, and then suddenly the small circular track was alight with Dodgem cars.
Someone had stepped on a cat’s tail and recorded it to a base drum, the ‘music’ blaring through the enclosed
space and people laughed and cried out in glee.
Children no older than 9 were going for it like there was no tomorrow
and Jack was jostled as people ran into the back of his car.
It was red, damnit, why wasn’t it going faster!
He
could see Carter on the other side of the Rubber Island in the middle of the track. She was laughing as she was hit, and he
thought that she might be in a war with a 5-year-old in a green car.
Willing his little red death trap of doom to go
faster, or at least have the ability to change gears, Jack avoided everyone else and kept his eyes solely on the laughing
blonde he was rapidly closing in on. She was looking around, clearly looking for him, when he ran into the ass end of her
car, sending her crashing into the side of the track as the tortured cat was mercifully euthanased and the cars stopped moving.
She
was still laughing as she jumped out of her car. “Wasn’t that great?”
Jack rose carefully, a grimace
on his face, feeling his knees ‘pop’ back into place painfully. “Actually, it wasn’t half bad.”
“Told
ya!”
“Where to next?”
Fun Fairs weren’t really his thing – despite the fact he
was a big kid at heart – but she was glowing with happiness, and he couldn’t deny her. If she wants to spend the
majority of their weekend away here, then he would appease her and enjoy the hand-holding and the random trees.
“Ferris
Wheel?”
He nodded, slipping his hand into hers as they casually headed towards the much shorter – thankfully
– line for the Ferris wheel.
They’d planned this weekend months ago. With all her extra duties as leader
of SG-1 and all of his extra paperwork (He was getting more by the day. Seriously. It was a big conspiracy) they’d hardly
been able to spend any time together. So he’d suggested the weekend away. The fun Fair had been her idea, with the pout
and the eyes and the hair and the tits.
It wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but as he eyed the carts that
would take them around in a circle, Jack decided that this had some possibilities.
They weren’t in line for the
ride for very long, and before his brain had completely formed a plan of action, they were being bundled into a cart. Whoever
had built this ride had obviously had the foresight to make them suitable for people just like Jack.
The cart was tall,
metal bars surrounding it, plastic protecting more than half of the tiny cage. It was clearly designed to protect against
the elements, but it was absolutely perfect for what Jack had in mind.
Sam let him sit first, he had to stretch his
right leg along the bench to avoid any more stiffness. She sat back in his arms, her ass pressed tightly against his crotch.
Automatically, his hands snaked around her body to rest against her stomach, holding her to him. As soon as the cart’s
door clocked shut, they were propelled forwards so that the next couple could get in their cart.
“Don’t
even think about it.” She warned, as his fingertips slid below the waistband of her jeans.
Jack scrunched his
fingers a little, tickling her skin. “Think about what?” he asked casually, slipping the digits a little lower
as their cart shifted again, moving them to cup her sex.
“You know what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Jack…”
He would have taking the warning in her voice so much more serious if she’d not sighed and pushed against his hand.
But
that particular sigh told him all he needed to know, so he moved two fingers to slowly play in the moisture that had gathered
between her legs. The cart moved again, stopped for a second, and then began to make its complete circle in smooth motions.
Jack
watched the scenery while his fingers continued to play. “Can you see the water? Look how clear it is…”
“Are
you kidding?”
“What’s wrong?” He asked, flicking her clit and lowering his lips to her neck.
Gulp.
“You can’t honestly expect me to discuss the water with you when you’ve got your fingers – oh!”
Jack
loved that particular ‘oh.’ It always meant that some part of him – tongue, fingers, dick – had slid
into her. “You have to be quiet!” He sing-songed in her ear. “No screaming.”
“I don’t
scream!” She protested in a rush of air.
Jack flicked his thumb over her clit several times and grinned against
the skin of her neck as she drew a sharp breath, her mouth opening in the beginning of a scream. “Told ya.”
He
knew she was close. He could feel it. The tightness of her muscles – internally and externally - her quick panting breaths.
One more flick of her clit and she’d fall apart in his arms.
Tempting as it was to leave her, he knew better
than to risk it. Jack brought her over the edge, her body contracting while she whimpered her release. The cart continued
to move as she gasped for air and he grinned proudly.
Hmm…he might have to rethink his stance on Fun Fairs.
***
Le
Ende.
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