Jack/Sam: 'Bleeding Love'
Title: Bleeding Love
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 400
Characters: Jack/Sam
Summary: She had gone to her CO to tell him that she was meeting Pete tomorrow with her answer.
Spoilers: Season 8’s Affinity
Disclaimer: I in now way own Stargate: SG-1 nor the characters of Jack and Sam… But man if I did… Well, for one, I wouldn’t be a poor college student.
A/N: The title comes from the song ‘Bleeding Love’ by Leona Lewis and the whole thing was written in response to a song/fic meme… Uh, thing... If you are interested in the meme, just ask and I wil post. Also, first time writing smut; hopefully I suceeded.
This could never happen again, that had been their agreement.
As her left hand gripped the sheets beneath her and the other tugged sharply at his hair as his tongue hit an area within her that caused her back to arch, she couldn’t help but think that the world wasn’t fair.
She had gone to her CO to tell him that she was meeting Pete tomorrow with her answer. She remembered something in his eyes dying when she uttered the word ‘yes,’ so different in meaning than what she was moaning at the moment.
She wanted to cry out with the pain that she felt, rage against the world for making a cruel joke out of her life when it came to the man that was currently moving up her body to join his mouth to hers. Instead she fucked his mouth with an intensity that she knew took him by surprise as she felt his body tensed over hers.
He let her ravage his mouth until she felt as though she was drowning and surfaced with hard gasps, head thrown back and eyes shut tightly. She heard his ragged breaths as he wiped the tears she didn’t know she had shed from her cheeks, softly chanting, “I know, I know,” until she felt him shift between her legs; the broad head of him at her entrance.
Opening her eyes, she held his gaze as she felt him push in slowly until he was buried to the hilt. She could hardly breathe, she was in bed with General Jack O’Neill and he was inside of her. She could see the eight years of longing and denial break within him as he started thrusting.
God, he felt amazing as she arched her back and brought her legs up to wind around his narrow waist, feeling him stroke places within her that she was sure had never been touched by any other man nor would ever be again. Her release was fast approaching and the hand that was now crushing her clit was certainly not helping.
With another thrust, she felt her orgasm wash over her as her mouth sought out his and he swallowed her cry. She felt his release inside of her as she came down from her own and desperately tried to not hear when he whispered into her neck, “I love you, Sam.”
This could never happen again.
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 400
Characters: Jack/Sam
Summary: She had gone to her CO to tell him that she was meeting Pete tomorrow with her answer.
Spoilers: Season 8’s Affinity
Disclaimer: I in now way own Stargate: SG-1 nor the characters of Jack and Sam… But man if I did… Well, for one, I wouldn’t be a poor college student.
A/N: The title comes from the song ‘Bleeding Love’ by Leona Lewis and the whole thing was written in response to a song/fic meme… Uh, thing... If you are interested in the meme, just ask and I wil post. Also, first time writing smut; hopefully I suceeded.
This could never happen again, that had been their agreement.
As her left hand gripped the sheets beneath her and the other tugged sharply at his hair as his tongue hit an area within her that caused her back to arch, she couldn’t help but think that the world wasn’t fair.
She had gone to her CO to tell him that she was meeting Pete tomorrow with her answer. She remembered something in his eyes dying when she uttered the word ‘yes,’ so different in meaning than what she was moaning at the moment.
She wanted to cry out with the pain that she felt, rage against the world for making a cruel joke out of her life when it came to the man that was currently moving up her body to join his mouth to hers. Instead she fucked his mouth with an intensity that she knew took him by surprise as she felt his body tensed over hers.
He let her ravage his mouth until she felt as though she was drowning and surfaced with hard gasps, head thrown back and eyes shut tightly. She heard his ragged breaths as he wiped the tears she didn’t know she had shed from her cheeks, softly chanting, “I know, I know,” until she felt him shift between her legs; the broad head of him at her entrance.
Opening her eyes, she held his gaze as she felt him push in slowly until he was buried to the hilt. She could hardly breathe, she was in bed with General Jack O’Neill and he was inside of her. She could see the eight years of longing and denial break within him as he started thrusting.
God, he felt amazing as she arched her back and brought her legs up to wind around his narrow waist, feeling him stroke places within her that she was sure had never been touched by any other man nor would ever be again. Her release was fast approaching and the hand that was now crushing her clit was certainly not helping.
With another thrust, she felt her orgasm wash over her as her mouth sought out his and he swallowed her cry. She felt his release inside of her as she came down from her own and desperately tried to not hear when he whispered into her neck, “I love you, Sam.”
This could never happen again.