Control - SG

For

audrich

Title: Control.
Category: Smuuuuuuuuuuut.
Pairing: Sam/RepliCarter
Spoilers: The RepliCarter eps. Obviously. Duh.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them.
Author’s notes: I did it again!
Dedication: Aud and Sammy.
Date: 11/03/05
Copyright © to Venom, 2005

***

"Does it make you sick?"

Voice taunting.

Mocking.

Right.

"Does it make your blood boil knowing that your greatest enemy not only looks like you, but is also inside of you, pleasuring you?"

Fingers moving.

Breath tickling.

“Do you want to hate yourself for this? Do you want to recite Air Force regulations and cling to them like a mantra of salvation?”

Fingers. Long. Perfect. Wrong.

So wrong.

“Does this fuck with your precious little morals?”

Metal scraping across a nipple.

So good.

So wrong.

“You wont fuck your commanding officer but you’ll fuck with a woman that can destroy the universe.”

Whimper.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it? The danger. You like that I can leave your world in ruins. You like that I am possibly the biggest threat that you have ever seen. It gets you off. Precious Samantha Carter. General’s daughter. Daddy’s perfect little Air Force Solider. Straight laced and no nonsense. She likes to be fucked by her enemy. Who knew?”

She does.

So good.

Metal. Inside. On. Over. Around. In.

Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God.

“You never kiss me when we do this.”

Fingers moving.

Replicator blocks dislodging and crawling over insides.

Womb tickled.

Ovaries caressed.

Clit bitten.

“Does it make me real if we kiss? Does it make you acknowledge that you are screwing with danger?”

Yes.

No voice.

No breath.

No air.

So good.

“Does death turn you on Sammie? Will it make you wetter?”

No.

“I could kill them all. Slowly, one by one. Kill everyone in the universe but you. I would have you all to myself and there would be no place that you could run to, no one to protect you. You would be mine.”

So wet.

So good.

Thrust. Circle. Dip.

Whimper.

“You already are mine.”

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Pleasepleaseplease.

More!

“Come Sammie.”

Pressure.

Building.

Ohgodpleasejustletmecomepleasejustalittlemorei’msocloseandohgodohgodohgod.

“Come.”

She does.

***

She awakens shuddering, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

She feels them inside of her, the little blocks that RepliCarter used. They tickle her insides as though they were still controlled by the woman herself. She feels them, but cannot control them.

They control her.

*She* controls her.

***

Ta-Da!