FIC: Soul Broken S/D, ADULT
So, what the hell. Scratch one off my WIP list. I sort of really like this one, but also... I sort of feel like I didn't explain Sam and her motivation very well. Actually, I don't think I even worked it out in my head very well.
Also, I'm kind of mean to Jack. Seriously dedicated S/J and J/D shippers may not like this, even if you do like my work normally.
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SOUL BROKEN
By Jennghis Kahn
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Pairing: Sam/Daniel (Probably not for die-hard S/J or J/D fans, even if you normally like my work…)
Category: smut, mild darkfic
Spoilers: Divide and Conquer, Fallen
Rating: Adult (graphic het sex)
A/N: Kind of pointless smut, but with a darker edge.
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It wasn't until the deep silence of pre-dawn that she felt his hand, slowly sliding into her sleeping bag. She had to give him credit. He'd at least let her sleep for several hours. She'd known he'd reach out to her in someway tonight. He'd been trying to get her alone all day, but Jack just wouldn't cooperate. The Colonel had apparently been in the mood for techno-babble and had sent Daniel off with Teal'c, keeping her to himself.
Daniel's eyes had stared at her over the fire that evening, the blue irises reflecting the flames. She'd shivered and looked away. She never was good at bluffing. She was afraid Jack would take one look and know.
Her eyes found Jack's sleeping form across the fire now. He was buried in his sleeping bag, his silver hair poking haphazardly from the opening. He was turned away from them, shoulders slowly rising and falling with breath. Teal'c was on watch. She saw his form in the distance, guarding the only natural trail into their campsite.
The hand slowly and silently drew the zipper down on her bag, then his own. She felt him shifting closer, bringing his body directly against her back. She held her breath a bit, watching Jack, waiting for any movement. Daniel's hand slipped around her waist, dipped under her T-shirt. He sighed quietly into her ear.
"Daniel...” She turned her head towards him, her voice barely audible. "Jack's right there."
"S'ok,” he mumbled back, nosing into her hair, the blue eyes flashing as he glanced into the glowing embers and at Jack's form beyond. "Shhhhh..."
He pushed his hips against her ass. He felt hard to her, but it was difficult to tell through the BDU's. Still, she assumed...
His fingers trailed lightly over her stomach, raising gooseflesh and making her press back into him. His other hand, arm lying over his head, bending at the elbow back toward her, carefully pulled the light strands of hair from her nape. He sucked slowly at her skin. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. God...
She had nothing to do with her hands. No part of him was within easy reach and space was confined within the warmth of the sleeping bag. She grabbed handfuls of the fabric, tucked it under her chin and kept her elbows out of his way.
His fingers were brushing her breast now, knuckles testing the softness. She held her breath briefly until he slid his hand over her and squeezed her breast firmly, thumb rubbing over the hard nipple. Her breath came out harder than she intended.
"Shhh,” he murmured again into her ear, but he slowly slid his hips against her, rubbing up against her.
Her gaze flew to Jack once more. The Colonel hadn't moved, his shoulders still rose at that same pace. She licked her lips.
Daniel's mouth returned to her nape. He licked and sucked and left her neck wet and cooling in the night air. He pulled at one nipple than the other. The feeling went straight to the pulse between her legs, made her tighten and clench.
She tried to shift and turn onto her back, but he wouldn't allow it. He kept his body solidly against her back, his arm tightening around her. She turned her head, glanced back at him. He'd changed in more ways than one over the years. His body was bigger, harder. He had a soldier's body now. And since he'd come back to them through the gates of death, he had something else. Vitality. Temperance. Intent.
He kissed her upturned mouth, sliding his tongue against hers, licking at her lips. His eyes kept watch on Jack's slumber from time to time. She wondered if he was getting an illicit thrill from seducing her barely 30 feet from a sleeping Jack. A Jack who had once admitted he cared about her, a lot more than he should.
"Do you hate him?" She asked in a whisper as his hand slid downwards, fingers working the buttons on her pants. She wondered why she let him do this again and again.
"Which one?" He muttered against her lips. "Pete or Jack?"
The reminder bit deep. She flinched. "Bastard."
He sucked her bottom lip against his teeth. His fingers laid open the fly of her pants and then slid inside against her skin. "Don't be like that, Sam." He kissed her ear and spoke deliberately. "I'm the one who loves you unconditionally. To Pete you’re a trophy. To Jack, just another way to punish himself."
She pulled her mouth from his. He kissed her neck instead. His fingers slid between her legs, found her wet, stroked her clit. "Sammm." He used the voice he knew turned her on. She tried to hate him for that and failed. She gasped instead, tightening against his fingers. It felt so damn good.
He was working her BDU's down her legs; she lifted her hips slightly to help him. She didn't have boots on. It was easy to free one leg. He gripped her bare hip and caught her earlobe in his teeth. She struggled to keep her breathing silent.
"You love me, Sam, don't you?" He whispered. "Unconditionally?"
She wanted to say no but knew that wasn't true. This was Daniel. She did love him. No matter how he came back from the dead. Maybe he was darker and bolder and ambitious in ways he'd never cared about before, but it was Daniel. It was Daniel.
She nodded, closed her eyes as he unfastened his own pants, pressed his cock, bare and hard and hot, against her. He pulled her shirt up and then his and pressed his bare chest to her back. She felt all of him, from the rough hair on his legs against the back of her thighs to the smoothness of his chest on her back. The wiry hair at his groin rubbed against the base of her spine.
She brought her knee up and he slid his fingers inside her from behind. "Sam." His voice was tight and restrained. "Tell me."
"Love you." She gave it up right away.
He removed his fingers, replaced them with the thick tip of his cock. The fingers dug into her hip like iron as he pushed inside her. The position wasn't easy. He worked himself back and forth for a few, heavy moments. Then he sighed a little too loudly as he sank deep, his hips tight against hers.
"Shhh," she whispered breathlessly. He buried his face in the back of her shoulder.
She braced herself on the ground, pushing back against him as his hips thrust forward. His fingers dug deep into her hip, holding her steady. He slid in and out of her, his breath hard against her skin. It was so tight like this; she felt a moan trying to work past her dry throat. Daniel was too lost in the rhythm to remind her of the noise. He thrust slowly, trying to keep their motion at a minimum. It was a slow burn that made her nerve-endings almost sing in pleasure.
Her eyes fell on Jack as he moved in his bedroll. She held her breath, watching as he slid onto his stomach and settled again. Daniel's breath was loud in her ear, his mouth pressed to the top of her shoulder. She knew he was watching Jack's form too.
"Don't stop,” she moaned, pushing back against him.
He answered with an unintelligible grunt, his hand sliding to her thigh and then around it, fingertips pressing into her clit, massaging in short strokes. She bit her lip as it shoved her to climax. She came hard, panting into the fabric of the sleeping bag, driving her hips back against him. He rode it out with her, then wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed her over slightly onto her stomach, his knee prodding her legs further apart and bracing on the ground to drive him faster. His whole body seemed to flex, then he braced his forehead between her shoulder blades and gave a low, breathless groan as he came.
She lay quietly while he recovered, still curved against and over her. She watched Jack. He didn't move.
“He’s going to find out someday,” she whispered forlornly.
Daniel slid to her side and pulled her back against him; the embrace was tight and warm and almost uncomfortable. “Ohhh,” he groaned, provocatively and fervently, into her ear. “I hope so.”
Sam shivered. But whether it was in fear or delight… she couldn’t tell.
~end~
Also, I'm kind of mean to Jack. Seriously dedicated S/J and J/D shippers may not like this, even if you do like my work normally.
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SOUL BROKEN
By Jennghis Kahn
**
Pairing: Sam/Daniel (Probably not for die-hard S/J or J/D fans, even if you normally like my work…)
Category: smut, mild darkfic
Spoilers: Divide and Conquer, Fallen
Rating: Adult (graphic het sex)
A/N: Kind of pointless smut, but with a darker edge.
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It wasn't until the deep silence of pre-dawn that she felt his hand, slowly sliding into her sleeping bag. She had to give him credit. He'd at least let her sleep for several hours. She'd known he'd reach out to her in someway tonight. He'd been trying to get her alone all day, but Jack just wouldn't cooperate. The Colonel had apparently been in the mood for techno-babble and had sent Daniel off with Teal'c, keeping her to himself.
Daniel's eyes had stared at her over the fire that evening, the blue irises reflecting the flames. She'd shivered and looked away. She never was good at bluffing. She was afraid Jack would take one look and know.
Her eyes found Jack's sleeping form across the fire now. He was buried in his sleeping bag, his silver hair poking haphazardly from the opening. He was turned away from them, shoulders slowly rising and falling with breath. Teal'c was on watch. She saw his form in the distance, guarding the only natural trail into their campsite.
The hand slowly and silently drew the zipper down on her bag, then his own. She felt him shifting closer, bringing his body directly against her back. She held her breath a bit, watching Jack, waiting for any movement. Daniel's hand slipped around her waist, dipped under her T-shirt. He sighed quietly into her ear.
"Daniel...” She turned her head towards him, her voice barely audible. "Jack's right there."
"S'ok,” he mumbled back, nosing into her hair, the blue eyes flashing as he glanced into the glowing embers and at Jack's form beyond. "Shhhhh..."
He pushed his hips against her ass. He felt hard to her, but it was difficult to tell through the BDU's. Still, she assumed...
His fingers trailed lightly over her stomach, raising gooseflesh and making her press back into him. His other hand, arm lying over his head, bending at the elbow back toward her, carefully pulled the light strands of hair from her nape. He sucked slowly at her skin. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. God...
She had nothing to do with her hands. No part of him was within easy reach and space was confined within the warmth of the sleeping bag. She grabbed handfuls of the fabric, tucked it under her chin and kept her elbows out of his way.
His fingers were brushing her breast now, knuckles testing the softness. She held her breath briefly until he slid his hand over her and squeezed her breast firmly, thumb rubbing over the hard nipple. Her breath came out harder than she intended.
"Shhh,” he murmured again into her ear, but he slowly slid his hips against her, rubbing up against her.
Her gaze flew to Jack once more. The Colonel hadn't moved, his shoulders still rose at that same pace. She licked her lips.
Daniel's mouth returned to her nape. He licked and sucked and left her neck wet and cooling in the night air. He pulled at one nipple than the other. The feeling went straight to the pulse between her legs, made her tighten and clench.
She tried to shift and turn onto her back, but he wouldn't allow it. He kept his body solidly against her back, his arm tightening around her. She turned her head, glanced back at him. He'd changed in more ways than one over the years. His body was bigger, harder. He had a soldier's body now. And since he'd come back to them through the gates of death, he had something else. Vitality. Temperance. Intent.
He kissed her upturned mouth, sliding his tongue against hers, licking at her lips. His eyes kept watch on Jack's slumber from time to time. She wondered if he was getting an illicit thrill from seducing her barely 30 feet from a sleeping Jack. A Jack who had once admitted he cared about her, a lot more than he should.
"Do you hate him?" She asked in a whisper as his hand slid downwards, fingers working the buttons on her pants. She wondered why she let him do this again and again.
"Which one?" He muttered against her lips. "Pete or Jack?"
The reminder bit deep. She flinched. "Bastard."
He sucked her bottom lip against his teeth. His fingers laid open the fly of her pants and then slid inside against her skin. "Don't be like that, Sam." He kissed her ear and spoke deliberately. "I'm the one who loves you unconditionally. To Pete you’re a trophy. To Jack, just another way to punish himself."
She pulled her mouth from his. He kissed her neck instead. His fingers slid between her legs, found her wet, stroked her clit. "Sammm." He used the voice he knew turned her on. She tried to hate him for that and failed. She gasped instead, tightening against his fingers. It felt so damn good.
He was working her BDU's down her legs; she lifted her hips slightly to help him. She didn't have boots on. It was easy to free one leg. He gripped her bare hip and caught her earlobe in his teeth. She struggled to keep her breathing silent.
"You love me, Sam, don't you?" He whispered. "Unconditionally?"
She wanted to say no but knew that wasn't true. This was Daniel. She did love him. No matter how he came back from the dead. Maybe he was darker and bolder and ambitious in ways he'd never cared about before, but it was Daniel. It was Daniel.
She nodded, closed her eyes as he unfastened his own pants, pressed his cock, bare and hard and hot, against her. He pulled her shirt up and then his and pressed his bare chest to her back. She felt all of him, from the rough hair on his legs against the back of her thighs to the smoothness of his chest on her back. The wiry hair at his groin rubbed against the base of her spine.
She brought her knee up and he slid his fingers inside her from behind. "Sam." His voice was tight and restrained. "Tell me."
"Love you." She gave it up right away.
He removed his fingers, replaced them with the thick tip of his cock. The fingers dug into her hip like iron as he pushed inside her. The position wasn't easy. He worked himself back and forth for a few, heavy moments. Then he sighed a little too loudly as he sank deep, his hips tight against hers.
"Shhh," she whispered breathlessly. He buried his face in the back of her shoulder.
She braced herself on the ground, pushing back against him as his hips thrust forward. His fingers dug deep into her hip, holding her steady. He slid in and out of her, his breath hard against her skin. It was so tight like this; she felt a moan trying to work past her dry throat. Daniel was too lost in the rhythm to remind her of the noise. He thrust slowly, trying to keep their motion at a minimum. It was a slow burn that made her nerve-endings almost sing in pleasure.
Her eyes fell on Jack as he moved in his bedroll. She held her breath, watching as he slid onto his stomach and settled again. Daniel's breath was loud in her ear, his mouth pressed to the top of her shoulder. She knew he was watching Jack's form too.
"Don't stop,” she moaned, pushing back against him.
He answered with an unintelligible grunt, his hand sliding to her thigh and then around it, fingertips pressing into her clit, massaging in short strokes. She bit her lip as it shoved her to climax. She came hard, panting into the fabric of the sleeping bag, driving her hips back against him. He rode it out with her, then wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed her over slightly onto her stomach, his knee prodding her legs further apart and bracing on the ground to drive him faster. His whole body seemed to flex, then he braced his forehead between her shoulder blades and gave a low, breathless groan as he came.
She lay quietly while he recovered, still curved against and over her. She watched Jack. He didn't move.
“He’s going to find out someday,” she whispered forlornly.
Daniel slid to her side and pulled her back against him; the embrace was tight and warm and almost uncomfortable. “Ohhh,” he groaned, provocatively and fervently, into her ear. “I hope so.”
Sam shivered. But whether it was in fear or delight… she couldn’t tell.
~end~