Fic: Sanctified
Mar. 2nd, 2004 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
woodfaceDisclaimer: Not mine etc
Category: SJR
Rating: R (It's not explicit enough to be smut)
Season/Spoilers: Any/None
Summary: You never believed in perfection but she comes close to it.
A/N: Huge big thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
splash_the_cat for her beta. *knuffels*
It’s like a prayer, moving your hands over her pale skin. As if you’re worshipping her. You don’t understand why she lets you. You feel inadequate; your hands are too rough to touch her like this. But she likes them. You know because she told you so.
You feel like a sinner, tasting her skin when it's salty from sweat. You like the taste, like to move your tongue along her throat and dip it in the hollow at the base. You swear she tastes differently there, you don’t know why. You don’t question it; just embrace the truth for what it is. Her low moan vibrates through her body and you wish you could crawl under her skin. It’s wrong, so terribly wrong, but you’ll happily let Satan in his ice lake chew on you for eternity if this is sin. You don’t tell her that; it’s not that kind of relationship, where she’s allowed to know you read Dante. She already knows you’re not as dense as you let everyone believe, knows too much about you.
She's started filing your nails, a gesture that feels too intimate. You protested at first because it isn’t a manly thing. Until she slid between your legs and pulled your hands into her lap and the protest died on your lips. You still threaten that you’ll tell Daniel and Teal’c the exact location of that mole of hers if she tells them, but she knows you wouldn’t dream of letting any other man know anything about her body. It’s your religion. So you shut up and let her trim your nails. It’s for her anyway; she likes it when you touch her clit with them just before she comes. It never fails. Afterwards, she’ll push your hands away, murmuring about it being too much.
You turn her over and bite down on the back of her neck. She hisses; perhaps you’ve bitten too hard. But then she arches her back and presses against your groin, making you moan along with her. The last time your chest was touching her back, you were both naked from the waist down -a stolen moment in between missions where you didn’t even have time to undress completely. You remember how her muscles held you, just like they do now. How she moaned but batted your hand away when you wanted to touch her. You don’t understand why she didn’t want you to help her. She said something about just wanting to feel you inside her but you didn't really understand. You’re the one worshipping her, after all.
Your hands drift underneath her, exploring her skin. You never believed in perfection but she comes close to it. She’s shy of her body. You knew that the moment you first walked in on her in the bathroom. She tried to cover herself, tried to hide the many scars that mark her. She’s not vain, anything but, but she’s conscious of her body. You touched her then - felt like an altar boy being allowed to carry the goblet filled with consecrated hosts. Your fingers explored every mark and scar, tracing them, wondering how they only served to make her more beautiful, more perfect. When you looked up at her, her eyes shone with something you’d never seen in them before.
She moves against you, pressing up and making you lose yourself in her. You never thought anyone would fill your senses like she does. But even now her scent burrows its way into your mind. You’re besotted; she's more than just a religion, she's more than you could ever have hoped for. She seems out of place, like she doesn’t belong in your life. Like the Song of Songs in the Bible; odd, too beautiful to really belong there, but it wouldn’t be the same without it. You don’t tell her that either though. Because you’re not really a religious person; you haven’t been for years.
But you find yourself worshipping again.
Category: SJR
Rating: R (It's not explicit enough to be smut)
Season/Spoilers: Any/None
Summary: You never believed in perfection but she comes close to it.
A/N: Huge big thank you to
splash_the_cat for her beta. *knuffels*It’s like a prayer, moving your hands over her pale skin. As if you’re worshipping her. You don’t understand why she lets you. You feel inadequate; your hands are too rough to touch her like this. But she likes them. You know because she told you so.
You feel like a sinner, tasting her skin when it's salty from sweat. You like the taste, like to move your tongue along her throat and dip it in the hollow at the base. You swear she tastes differently there, you don’t know why. You don’t question it; just embrace the truth for what it is. Her low moan vibrates through her body and you wish you could crawl under her skin. It’s wrong, so terribly wrong, but you’ll happily let Satan in his ice lake chew on you for eternity if this is sin. You don’t tell her that; it’s not that kind of relationship, where she’s allowed to know you read Dante. She already knows you’re not as dense as you let everyone believe, knows too much about you.
She's started filing your nails, a gesture that feels too intimate. You protested at first because it isn’t a manly thing. Until she slid between your legs and pulled your hands into her lap and the protest died on your lips. You still threaten that you’ll tell Daniel and Teal’c the exact location of that mole of hers if she tells them, but she knows you wouldn’t dream of letting any other man know anything about her body. It’s your religion. So you shut up and let her trim your nails. It’s for her anyway; she likes it when you touch her clit with them just before she comes. It never fails. Afterwards, she’ll push your hands away, murmuring about it being too much.
You turn her over and bite down on the back of her neck. She hisses; perhaps you’ve bitten too hard. But then she arches her back and presses against your groin, making you moan along with her. The last time your chest was touching her back, you were both naked from the waist down -a stolen moment in between missions where you didn’t even have time to undress completely. You remember how her muscles held you, just like they do now. How she moaned but batted your hand away when you wanted to touch her. You don’t understand why she didn’t want you to help her. She said something about just wanting to feel you inside her but you didn't really understand. You’re the one worshipping her, after all.
Your hands drift underneath her, exploring her skin. You never believed in perfection but she comes close to it. She’s shy of her body. You knew that the moment you first walked in on her in the bathroom. She tried to cover herself, tried to hide the many scars that mark her. She’s not vain, anything but, but she’s conscious of her body. You touched her then - felt like an altar boy being allowed to carry the goblet filled with consecrated hosts. Your fingers explored every mark and scar, tracing them, wondering how they only served to make her more beautiful, more perfect. When you looked up at her, her eyes shone with something you’d never seen in them before.
She moves against you, pressing up and making you lose yourself in her. You never thought anyone would fill your senses like she does. But even now her scent burrows its way into your mind. You’re besotted; she's more than just a religion, she's more than you could ever have hoped for. She seems out of place, like she doesn’t belong in your life. Like the Song of Songs in the Bible; odd, too beautiful to really belong there, but it wouldn’t be the same without it. You don’t tell her that either though. Because you’re not really a religious person; you haven’t been for years.
But you find yourself worshipping again.
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Date: 2004-03-02 11:19 am (UTC)I love, love, love the image of Jack reading Dante. It gives me shivers and I don't know why.
Like the Song of Songs in the Bible; odd, too beautiful to really belong there, but it wouldn’t be the same without it
That's . . . *sighs* just a really nice comparision in context. Out of context too, but it works especially well in context.
This was lovely. Not smut, you're right. Something more. Wow. :)
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Date: 2004-03-02 12:24 pm (UTC)Not so much reading a story, but living the experience.
Jack reading Dante, the whole scene in the bathroom, the Song of Songs reference, the way you write the touching -
..intimate..personal..secret..close..private..
When you looked up at her, her eyes shone with something you’d never seen in them before.
{{{shivers}}}
WELL DONE!
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Date: 2004-03-02 12:33 pm (UTC)Quite freaky as I was only discussing Dante yesterday.
Excellent piece of writing.
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Date: 2004-03-02 01:42 pm (UTC)Loved this piece more the 2nd time, Jara :-)
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Date: 2004-03-02 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-02 03:30 pm (UTC)Hmmm....now does Sam worship Jack in such a manner?
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Date: 2004-03-02 04:33 pm (UTC)This is so incredibly intimate, and so in character. That "unworthy" quality that Jack harbors. The details are exquisite and so right.
She said something about just wanting to feel you inside her but you didn't really understand.
[nods] Yeah.
She tried to cover herself, tried to hide the many scars that mark her.
Thank you for the reality ... of the scars, of Sam's self-consciousness, of Jack's acceptance.
Just thank you for such a wonderful piece.
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Date: 2004-03-02 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-02 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-02 05:05 pm (UTC)That "unworthy" quality that Jack harbors.
*sighs* I find that so endearing.
Thank you for the reality ... of the scars, of Sam's self-consciousness, of Jack's acceptance.
*g* I'm glad that came across. Somehow writing this made me fall in love with Jack being in love with Sam. Does that make sense?
Thank you so much! *huggles*
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:07 pm (UTC)Yes, not in the series, not yet anyway. But in the fic, I do think so. Only Jack doesn't see it because he is too caught up in her divinity. It's what I tried to show in this:
You don’t understand why she didn’t want you to help her. She said something about just wanting to feel you inside her but you didn't really understand.
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:08 pm (UTC)And thanks for the help, you did a great beta =o)
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-02 05:09 pm (UTC)Quite freaky as I was only discussing Dante yesterday.
*g* Quite frankly I find Jack reading Dante a major turn on!
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:11 pm (UTC)Thank you so much.
See what I meant with Jack reading books being sexy? ;o)
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:38 pm (UTC)Geep! Now you made me blush! But honestly, I enjoy commenting almost as much fun as writing (beta'ing, like collaborating, is such a kick!). Too bad I don't always have enough time.
I find that so endearing.
Me, too. There's so much bottled up in that man. I've always said Sam will save his soul (already has, in many ways).
Somehow writing this made me fall in love with Jack being in love with Sam.
Makes perfect sense, and I agree whole-heartedly.
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:55 pm (UTC)Yaaaaay! *g*
There's so much bottled up in that man. I've always said Sam will save his soul (already has, in many ways).
Awwwww, yes! I agree =o)
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:57 pm (UTC)Dude, me too! Jack reading Dante (or any book for that matter) is a big turn on for some reason.
That's . . . *sighs* just a really nice comparision in context. Out of context too, but it works especially well in context.
Thank you! The Song of Songs intrigues me in a way and it somehow ended up in this fic. I'm glad it worked =o)
Thank you so much for your lovely feedback! It is appreciated!
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Date: 2004-03-02 06:01 pm (UTC)*smoochies Jara*
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Date: 2004-03-02 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-02 06:19 pm (UTC)Darn, you've made a writer inarticulate!
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Date: 2004-03-02 06:21 pm (UTC)Hee! Wow! That is something =oD
*knuffels* Thank you so much.
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:05 pm (UTC)I've never read anything quite like it before. It has an almost spiritual quality of its own. I love the way you describe how he touches her, and the way he senses everything. Like you've crawled inside of his head.
You manage to write smut, that goes beyond smut so far that it isn't smut but something on a different level!
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:15 pm (UTC)*huge big knuffels* Thank you so much.
Honestly, it did feel like being in Jack's head when I wrote this. Dude, I fell in love with Jack all over again writing this.
You manage to write smut, that goes beyond smut so far that it isn't smut but something on a different level!
There is something beyond smut? *gasps* But wow, that's some compliment *insert major blushing here*
Seriously, thank you so much for your feedback. It really means a lot, my ego is thoroughly stroked and it will take at least a week to stuff it back into its box. *smoooch*
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:25 pm (UTC)Never did anyone any hard to have their ego stoked a little ;) You fully deserve all of the feedback you get for this though...so there :p
Ye syou have reached a level beyond smut...except it doesn't have a name yet. Hm.
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:27 pm (UTC)Yes you have reached a level beyond smut...except it doesn't have a name yet. Hm.
Ooooo, wow. We must make up one!
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:31 pm (UTC)"Tmut"...transcended smut? Although it does sound like a goa'uld word for smut...hmmmm.
"SwF" smut with feeling
"Smut+1"
Starting to think that I'm not too good at naming things!
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:33 pm (UTC)Kinda reminded me of twittering birds or something.
"SwF" smut with feeling
Ooooo, I like that but it's a bit hard to pronounce. SWMMMMFSSSSSSSSWFFFFFFFF
Starting to think that I'm not too good at naming things!
Dude, neither am I!
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Date: 2004-03-03 05:26 pm (UTC)Like everyone else, this made me shiver. I think it's because I'd give anything to be worshipped like that. Because I've felt that.
Incredibly evocative, really very beautiful. I struggle a little because I wish I could see more than he can - she's incomprehensible to both him and the reader (which I guess is deliberate?) but I'd love to see her side, too...
*nudges*
Wonderful, lovey, really :)
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Date: 2004-03-03 05:43 pm (UTC)Oh god, yes! I think we all wish that.
I struggle a little because I wish I could see more than he can - she's incomprehensible to both him and the reader (which I guess is deliberate?) but I'd love to see her side, too...
Hmmm, yes it is deliberate. Like you said, it's what he sees. I believe that she feels the same about him or that at least she is awed how he can love her that much. But I think Jack would honestly have no clue why she would feel like that.
*nudges*
Yesss? Is there something you want from me? ;o)
*knuffels* Thank you so much for the lovely feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed it. =oD
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Date: 2004-03-03 07:29 pm (UTC)You don’t tell her that; it’s not that kind of relationship, where she’s allowed to know you read Dante. She already knows you’re not as dense as you let everyone believe, knows too much about you.
I adore that allusion to Jack's awareness of how he's letting Sam see/know more about him than he's allowed anyone else in the past.
Beautiful, beautiful.
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Date: 2004-03-03 07:32 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you liked it. *knuffels*
I adore that allusion to Jack's awareness of how he's letting Sam see/know more about him than he's allowed anyone else in the past.
Bet it annoys him *g* ;o)
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Date: 2004-03-03 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-03 10:47 pm (UTC)*Smoooooooooooooooooooch*
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Date: 2004-03-15 10:31 pm (UTC)