Fandom: EssGeeWun Title: Games Author: Venom_69 Category: Smut Pairing: Sam/Jack Rating: NC-17 Summary:
She knows how to play this game Spoilers: None Season/sequel: Any Archive: SJ, Heliopolis, my site. Anywhere else,
sure, just let me know where so I can come visit. Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back
in the state I found them. Song isn’t mine either. Author’s notes: For Jem, cause she asked. Feedback: Hell
yeah! Don’t make me beg, hit reply and stroke my ego please. Dedication: As always, for LEW. Jem, *snog* Date:
08/01/2005 Copyright © to Venom, 2005
***
You’ve got me head over heels
***
“You
can’t be serious?”
“I am.” She looked it.
“Why?”
“Because it’s
something we’ve not done before?”
“Carter, we do new things all the time…” He was a man.
And, as such, refused to admit that he was whining. But he was.
She glared. “No, we try new way to make each
other scream all the time, this is normal couple stuff.”
“Normal couple stuff? Making you scream seems
pretty normal to me.”
“And I’m not disputing the fact that you’re good at it or anything,”
His chest puffed out a bit and he grinned proudly, much to her amusement and irritation. “But we need to do normal stuff
too Jack. Stuff that isn’t related to my crotch.”
“I get that, I really do,” He really did.
But he liked her crotch. A lot. And she liked that he liked her crotch. A lot. “But why does it have to be scrabble?”
“Because monopoly will take too long?”
“You considered monopoly?” he asked, forgetting
for a moment that he didn’t even own the wretched game.
“No, but I am now. Take your pick Jack, scrabble
or monopoly.”
“I pick neither.”
“Ok then.” Sam nodded, watching him as he slumped
on the sofa, remote control in hand. Sauntering, for there really was no other word for it, over to him, she stood before
him, hands on her hips.
She raised her eyebrow at him, and he shrugged back. She knew just how to get him to agree…
Slowly,
she trailed her right hand across the inch of bare flesh that her T-shirt didn’t cover. Her hand caressed the toned
muscles of her stomach, fingertips dancing lightly over her own flesh, her bra-less nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
While
her right hand trailed over her stomach, her left slid under the shirt, dragging it up as she moved to cup a breast. Eyes
closed in pleasure, Sam didn’t need to look to know that Jack’s eyes were glued to her hands.
Her hands
moved, pulling the baby blue shirt up and off her body, the warm air of his house washing over her flesh. Undoing the buttons
of her denim shorts, Sam’s hand slipped inside under her panties.
Teasing touches for Jack’s benefit quickly
became for hers too. As she stroked herself, Sam could feel the muscles in her stomach clenching as she neared release. It
was quick for her, but that was what she needed. Jack would draw out her pleasure later, with his mouth, fingers, penis.
“Hey
Jack?” She sing-song’ed, the words caught on a moan as she pinched a nipple and flicked her clit a little harder.
“Mmm?”
he murmured, his breath catching at the erotic sight before him.
“If you…uh…play scrabble with me,
we’ll have a go at page 62 of the…oh god…Karma Sutra manual Janet gave us.” She breathed.
“Ok,
whatever you want.” He’d agreed before he’d even realized what he’d said, but he didn’t care
as he watched Sam come not a foot away from him.
She moaned, a long, drawn-out cry as her body shuddered under the
expertise of her own hand.
As her breathing slowed, she pulled her hand from her panties, licking them clean as she
smirked at him. “So, do you wanna play on the coffee table or the dining table?”
“Huh?”
She
sighed. Men. “Scrabble, Jack. You said we’d play.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes,
you did.”
“When did I agree?”
“When I was about three seconds from coming.”
“That’s
not fair.”
“Yes, it is.”
“How so?”
“I asked, you said yes, end of
story.”
“No way! I’m challenging that rule!”
Sam just grinned as she went to set the
game up, swinging her hips a little more than necessary.
This was going to be fun.
***
Happy, Jem?
|