Fic: Validity
Nov. 9th, 2004 03:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
woodfaceDisclaimer: not mine.
Rating: NC-17 (Smut, people!)
Category: Angst, SJ PWP
Set/Spoilers: Entity
Summary: Post-Entity smut.
A/N: Big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lytarules and splash_the_cat (Sex Beta and Fic Titler).
This is allliminalliz's fault so this is for her too ;o)
The cold steel of the locker is digging in her ass but she can’t bothered by it. Not when he’s pushed her trousers and panties over her hips and his fingers delve inside of her.
She hisses and bites her lip, trying to keep from crying out when his teeth scrape along her neck. It’s almost too much after being deprived of all her senses for so long. Watching and never really seeing. But damn, it’s not enough.
“More.” She’s not sure if she’s begging or demanding.
He chuckles, nips at her collarbone and sinks to his knees in front of her. He kisses her belly first, pushing the fabric of her T-shirt higher, one hand sliding up her ribs until he cups her breast.
A kiss on the inside of her hipbone; he’s teasing and she should feel more uncomfortable about having her commanding officer go down on her in the women’s locker room. Should, but instead her hands twist in his hair and she pushes him closer to where she wants him.
He’s waiting. His lips still nuzzle her skin but not low enough as he resists. She pulls at his hair as his fingers move inside her, caressing, driving her insane but it’s just not enough. She can still hear the echo of her shouts in the void.
“Please.” She’s definitely begging now, but it doesn’t matter because he finally acquiesces. His tongue finds all the right places and she arches her back, choking back the moan as he adds a finger and sucks on her clit.
Now it’s too much. She’s straining for breath, needing him to stop. Her legs buckle, but with a final tug at her nipple his hand slides down to pull her leg over his shoulder. Her nails dig into his scalp but he doesn’t complain, just tightens his grip on her thigh, fingers digging into her flesh as he bites down on her clit.
She wants to shout out, tell him to stop. She’s too hot, his touch too insistent but it’s all good because when she leans her head back, the lights overhead blind her but it’s so different from the void.
And then, it’s just right. His fingers move faster inside of her, finding that spot that makes her incapable of thinking about anything but what he is doing to her. His lips, tongue and teeth relentlessly attacking her clit, sensations she hasn’t felt for five years and damn it, she’s deserved this.
Every nerve is on overload for the first time since she’s been back in her body, and she knows without a doubt that it is real. That she’s alive and that she can feel something, anything – even him. As long as he keeps licking and sucking on her skin like that, she’ll happily ignore the part of her brain that does remember that there are valid reasons why this is wrong. He nips gently at her labia and she finally releases her grip on his hair. Her muscles protest as she moves her leg off his shoulder but he remains kneeling on the floor.
She should say something, but she’s not sure what, and she can’t bring herself to regret that this happened. “Your knees.” Her hands are shaking as she tries to put some order back into his hair.
His warm breath washes over her skin and he leans his forehead against her abdomen. The fingers of his right hand are damp where they rest on her hip.
She swallows when he doesn’t respond but she doesn’t know how to get his attention. That would mean she has to call him something. ‘Colonel’ seems too impersonal, especially after having his fingers inside of her, while ‘Jack’ is too intimate for the same reason. So she pulls his head back, forcing him to look up at her.
She’s not prepared for the openness in his eyes. Yet, she’s not surprised either.
“I killed you.” It’s the first time he’s spoken since he entered the locker room.
She nods because it’s true and they already hide enough that they don’t need to start lying. Her fingers stroke through his hair and she knows she should feel uncomfortable having him on his knees while her pants are down around her ankles.
“But I’m here now,” she tells him and he kisses her belly.
Rating: NC-17 (Smut, people!)
Category: Angst, SJ PWP
Set/Spoilers: Entity
Summary: Post-Entity smut.
A/N: Big thanks to
lytarules and splash_the_cat (Sex Beta and Fic Titler).This is all
liminalliz's fault so this is for her too ;o)The cold steel of the locker is digging in her ass but she can’t bothered by it. Not when he’s pushed her trousers and panties over her hips and his fingers delve inside of her.
She hisses and bites her lip, trying to keep from crying out when his teeth scrape along her neck. It’s almost too much after being deprived of all her senses for so long. Watching and never really seeing. But damn, it’s not enough.
“More.” She’s not sure if she’s begging or demanding.
He chuckles, nips at her collarbone and sinks to his knees in front of her. He kisses her belly first, pushing the fabric of her T-shirt higher, one hand sliding up her ribs until he cups her breast.
A kiss on the inside of her hipbone; he’s teasing and she should feel more uncomfortable about having her commanding officer go down on her in the women’s locker room. Should, but instead her hands twist in his hair and she pushes him closer to where she wants him.
He’s waiting. His lips still nuzzle her skin but not low enough as he resists. She pulls at his hair as his fingers move inside her, caressing, driving her insane but it’s just not enough. She can still hear the echo of her shouts in the void.
“Please.” She’s definitely begging now, but it doesn’t matter because he finally acquiesces. His tongue finds all the right places and she arches her back, choking back the moan as he adds a finger and sucks on her clit.
Now it’s too much. She’s straining for breath, needing him to stop. Her legs buckle, but with a final tug at her nipple his hand slides down to pull her leg over his shoulder. Her nails dig into his scalp but he doesn’t complain, just tightens his grip on her thigh, fingers digging into her flesh as he bites down on her clit.
She wants to shout out, tell him to stop. She’s too hot, his touch too insistent but it’s all good because when she leans her head back, the lights overhead blind her but it’s so different from the void.
And then, it’s just right. His fingers move faster inside of her, finding that spot that makes her incapable of thinking about anything but what he is doing to her. His lips, tongue and teeth relentlessly attacking her clit, sensations she hasn’t felt for five years and damn it, she’s deserved this.
Every nerve is on overload for the first time since she’s been back in her body, and she knows without a doubt that it is real. That she’s alive and that she can feel something, anything – even him. As long as he keeps licking and sucking on her skin like that, she’ll happily ignore the part of her brain that does remember that there are valid reasons why this is wrong. He nips gently at her labia and she finally releases her grip on his hair. Her muscles protest as she moves her leg off his shoulder but he remains kneeling on the floor.
She should say something, but she’s not sure what, and she can’t bring herself to regret that this happened. “Your knees.” Her hands are shaking as she tries to put some order back into his hair.
His warm breath washes over her skin and he leans his forehead against her abdomen. The fingers of his right hand are damp where they rest on her hip.
She swallows when he doesn’t respond but she doesn’t know how to get his attention. That would mean she has to call him something. ‘Colonel’ seems too impersonal, especially after having his fingers inside of her, while ‘Jack’ is too intimate for the same reason. So she pulls his head back, forcing him to look up at her.
She’s not prepared for the openness in his eyes. Yet, she’s not surprised either.
“I killed you.” It’s the first time he’s spoken since he entered the locker room.
She nods because it’s true and they already hide enough that they don’t need to start lying. Her fingers stroke through his hair and she knows she should feel uncomfortable having him on his knees while her pants are down around her ankles.
“But I’m here now,” she tells him and he kisses her belly.
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Date: 2004-11-09 02:55 am (UTC)...OH my god. This is amazing. Simply AMAZING. I just...man. Yay. So Very Good.
He killed her! She woke up! Kinky oral sex in locker room! Best series of events EVER!
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Date: 2004-11-09 02:56 am (UTC)Dude, I'd almost say he needs to kill her more often but that just sounds wrong. *g*
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Date: 2004-11-09 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-11-09 03:16 am (UTC)I love this.
Angst and smut and pain and honesty.
sigh.
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Date: 2004-11-09 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 03:23 am (UTC)"I killed you." I love that.
And I think the last line really works well here.
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Date: 2004-11-09 03:28 am (UTC)hahaahahahaha. You should never have done that. Now we will demand it ALL THE TIME when you demand it from us! :-P
It's really really good, too! I like it a lot. Very real, very visceral, very intense... and you hit that mark between not saying enough and saying SO much it brings the reader out of it JUST PERFECTLY. Awesome.
“More.” She’s not sure if she’s begging or demanding.
LOVE this. Not even sure why. Just, so good.
I can totally see this, too, in some ways... I am breaking the "don't question smut" rule by wondering, but I'm curious how you imagined them getting to this point (if you did).
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Date: 2004-11-09 03:36 am (UTC)Guh. Wow. This is incredible and angsty and resonant. Wow.
Loved this bit: There's something very powerful in that image, something that works so well in this specific context and in the wider context of their whole relationship. Mmm. Love it.
Yeah. Great. Wow.
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Date: 2004-11-09 03:51 am (UTC)Really good ending. Bravo!
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Date: 2004-11-09 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 11:07 am (UTC)Such an unbelievably good fic sweetie! An incredibly raw expression of emotion, yet mixed in with some amazing tenderness and angst.
Entity is one of my all time favourite episodes, and I can see Sam wanting to try and start off her own healing process in a way like this.
when she leans her head back, the lights overhead blind her but it’s so different from the void - An incredible line.
Gorgeous.
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Date: 2004-11-09 11:20 am (UTC)Entity is a great ep but dude, the trauma she goes through. What better therapy than have sex with Jac? ;o)
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Date: 2004-11-09 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 11:24 am (UTC)Hmmmm, my muse is being weird. *eyes her*
It's Jack on his knees, yo. Projecting his future state of being whipped. *g* Yeah, I'm babbling.
Thank you! Glad you liked it =o)
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Date: 2004-11-09 11:26 am (UTC)Lovely :-)
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Date: 2004-11-09 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 11:28 am (UTC)Hmmmmm, I didn't really imagine it cause they were just suddenly there. I think it might be them having non communication and Jack seeing something is wrong with Sam but she not wanting to talk. So she walks into the women's lockers to avoid him, he follows. And yeah, they have sex *g*
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Date: 2004-11-10 11:52 am (UTC)Thanks =o)
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Date: 2004-11-11 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-11 02:44 am (UTC)Thanks! Glad you liked it.