Title: It’s Casablanca [StarGate]
Title: It’s Casablanca
Word Count: 278
Challenge: thimpressionist requested bad fic
Rating: NC-17
Genre: BAD FIC
Characters/Pairings: Wray/Scott
Summary: There is no plot just a back fic.
It’ happened the moment Wray walked into the room. Everyone else in the bar fell away like mist on the moors in the face of the summer winds.
When Scott saw her in the sultry red dress that pushed up an accentuated her full breast he felt his hardness thicken, quivering in excitement as she sat down next to him.
“You come here often soldier,” she asked her breathe hot as it rolled over his skin with fiery passion.
“I will if you’re the kind of broad that comes to this joint lady,” he said as he pulled her into his embrace, diving into her ruby lips trying to taste the roses on them as he thrusted his lance of love against her bosoms as they stated to heaving under the wave of passion.
“Oh Matt, this is what I’ve been missing. I just needed your sword to make me feel complete. Take me, make me feel like a real women,” she cried as she sung her head around sending her hair cascading through the air.
“Damn it Camilla. All this time. All these women and I needed someone with experience, someone who knew what passion was all about,” he said as he ripped off her dress with a single pull. His display of strength making her wet in eager anticipation of what was to come.
“Do it Matt, fill me. She cried as she tugged at his pants trying to free his trapped loins, “fill me with your love lance.”
“Your to good and so tight. It feels so right. I love your,” he cried as he drove his hardness into her wetness. Making them as one.
Word Count: 278
Challenge: thimpressionist requested bad fic
Rating: NC-17
Genre: BAD FIC
Characters/Pairings: Wray/Scott
Summary: There is no plot just a back fic.
It’ happened the moment Wray walked into the room. Everyone else in the bar fell away like mist on the moors in the face of the summer winds.
When Scott saw her in the sultry red dress that pushed up an accentuated her full breast he felt his hardness thicken, quivering in excitement as she sat down next to him.
“You come here often soldier,” she asked her breathe hot as it rolled over his skin with fiery passion.
“I will if you’re the kind of broad that comes to this joint lady,” he said as he pulled her into his embrace, diving into her ruby lips trying to taste the roses on them as he thrusted his lance of love against her bosoms as they stated to heaving under the wave of passion.
“Oh Matt, this is what I’ve been missing. I just needed your sword to make me feel complete. Take me, make me feel like a real women,” she cried as she sung her head around sending her hair cascading through the air.
“Damn it Camilla. All this time. All these women and I needed someone with experience, someone who knew what passion was all about,” he said as he ripped off her dress with a single pull. His display of strength making her wet in eager anticipation of what was to come.
“Do it Matt, fill me. She cried as she tugged at his pants trying to free his trapped loins, “fill me with your love lance.”
“Your to good and so tight. It feels so right. I love your,” he cried as he drove his hardness into her wetness. Making them as one.