Again
Author: wanderingsmith
March 2008
Summary: Smut - PWP (NO plot) - short - out of character - handcuffs
(they have handcuffs on Atlantis.. right? lol)
Warning: if you're not into not only EX but very much plicit (and if
anyone gets that reference, I will be totally shocked!!), raunchy sex,
if you're my parents or if I work with you - DON'T READ!!! you have
been warned
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this. As it is said so let it be thought; you make the toys, I play
with them. ~~ (eg) umm, toys.... 'dirty'! lol
AN: The evils of putting my thoughts on some paths.. the people in
RL would be in severe shock at even knowing I even *think* this way..
let along write it <EG>!!
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
WARNING -s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
Anyone into audio
fanfic, podfic?
first time I try one... and not at all certain I like. I just can't do
voices.. but anyway. :) it was fun!
Again (6.1M mp3)
The handcuffs clinked against the wooden spindles of the headboard
every time she licked.
Her hands held his hips down with effort, her elbows on his thighs
giving the occasional jab to hold him still enough. It had been several
minutes since he'd managed her name, now her ears were caressed by
nothing but panting. Broken by moans and grunts as she flicked her
tongue, very deliberately toying with the grapes hiding under the
rippled skin between his legs.
When the trickle of her sweat made its way to her eyes, she lifted her
still fully-clothed self to her knees, surveying the naked limbs
stretched on her bed. Militarily sculpted pecs stretched by the hands
cuffed to each other and threaded through a spindle of the headboard.
Abs rippling with every breath. A sheen of sweat mingling with the
dusting of hair tapering down to the thick shaft waving with every
twitch of his hips.
Watching fluid weep from the tip, she licked her lips. Her gaze
flicking up when he groaned in response, meeting burning eyes fixed on
her. Short spiked hair made even messier than usual as his head had
arched back in response to her touch. His tongue wetting his lips as he
panted, waiting for whatever she chose to do with him.
Elizabeth grinned, crawling down the muscled thighs she knew very well
would like to wrap around her to *make* her give him what he wanted,
calves that she could see flexing as he continued to watch her getting
up. She stood at the foot of the bed, undressing calmly, pretending to
ignore the lusting gaze fervently running over her. Flushed and
aroused, feeling power over at least one thing in her life, freely
given though it was.
When her last item of clothing dropped, she crawled onto her prisoner,
making sure he felt the wetness that had soaked her underwear, rewarded
by the toothy smirk he was breathing through. Feeling wicked and
enjoying every moment of it, she sat up, resting on her calves and his
chest, just above where he wanted her. Putting her hands on each side
of his ribs and gliding them up to his shoulders. Prickly hair over hot
slippery skin. Meeting eyes wild with anticipation. Then teasingly
staying there, rocking her pelvis on him. Closing her eyes with the
pleasure she was giving herself on his hard, heaving torso.
"'Lizabethhhhh. Please." The voice was gravelly, hardly recognizable as
her youthful colonel.
She opened heavy-lidded eyes and replied in a breathless voice, "Yes?"
His nostrils flared at the deliberate incomprehension, silently
promising retribution for the torture. "I *want* you."
Feeling the promise of pleasure prodding her backside as he flexed his
hips, she narrowed her eyes at him, not ready to give in yet. Instead
she crawled further up, dragging her juices along his chest, bringing
her dripping core to his mouth. "Then have me."
She moaned as he unhesitatingly licked along her outer lips, bending to
grip his bound hands with hers. Losing herself in the fire of pleasure
as he licked her clean and then suckled her clit until she was so close
she wouldn't have thought she could hold back. Slipping his tongue into
her throbbing passage, deliberately licking the walls as he pulled back
out, making her shudder and cry out. "Oh yes! Do that again!"
His hips twisting helplessly on the bed, he pulled his lips away, hot
breath caressing the glistening flesh torturing him. "Fuck me and we
can both have more!"
She pulled herself up with an effort, eyes stark with lust, loving that
they could do this to each other. Managing a taunting grin as she drew
away from his wet lips.
And brought one hand to finger her clit as the other held her lips
open, making sure he saw exactly what she was doing.
She was so close already that it only took a few strokes for pleasure
to storm through her, crying out his name as he watched her dripping
sex flutter open and closed. Feeling lust avalanche through his body,
his mind blanked. The headboard spindle breaking as he snapped his
cuffed hands forward, grabbing her hips and lifting her right onto his
desperately sensitive shaft, crying out at the tight, burning glove.
Holding her in place for an instant as the last of her orgasm fluttered
around him. Then rolling them both so he was on top, bound hands above
her head, weight on his elbows. Thrusting hard and fast as her legs
wrapped around his waist.
"Higher." When her glazed eyes opened, he growled, "Put your legs
higher."
She moved her legs to wrap around his upper chest, crying out again as
the change in angle made his every move grind on her too-sensitive
clit. His lips dropped to hers, staking his claim on her, stealing her
breath as her nails dug into his shoulder blades. She couldn't think,
couldn't tell how long, seconds or minutes, they stayed locked in that
desperate embrace. Riding the edge of pleasure and pain, out of breath
and on fire with need until her tension flashed. Lightning running
along her nervous system, every muscle clenching, back arching off the
bed and snapping her head back as she screamed.
Watching her come once had made him give up the game; the second time
he never saw. He felt it first and the fiery tension that had been
driving him mad exploded, body stiffening as she bucked under him, wave
of heat burning him as it poured through his synapses.
He was just starting to remember that there was such a things as
thought. Feeling gentle hands stroking his still too-responsive skin.
"I wasn't going to leave you like that you know." It took John several
moments more to assimilate the affectionate voice in his ear into
meaning. Raising his head from where it had somehow landed half on her
shoulder, half on the bed.
He took a deep breath to oxygenate his brain, feeling far too
light-headed as he blinked at her. Pulling his weight back onto his
arms to let her breathe. Finally flashing her his best flyboy grin he
replied, "I know." He shrugged, "I didn't meant to lose it. But
watching you..." Even in his wiped-out state, the memory made his
nostrils flare, eyes narrow, hips jerk and he rolled his eyes ruefully
at himself, knowing from her huge grin that she was very pleased with
herself. And him. What the Hell. She was happy. And he sure as Hell was
happy. So who was he to complain?
"So tell me again. This is supposed to be punishment for worrying you?
Because," he dropped a kiss on her forehead, "Although I really *am*
sorry," Another kiss. "*Really* sorry. As a punishment, this is kinda
ambiguous you know."
She sighed, holding him tighter as she remembered a week spent thinking
him dead; grieving. "How about incentive? To remember what's waiting at
home?" She stroked a hand down his cheek. Sadness still tainting her
smile, "An attempt to pretend I can keep you safely besides me?"
He turned his head, kissing her palm, closing his eyes and leaning his
head into her hand. Feeling safely at home after a week on the run
knowing that his people, his love, had been told he was dead, yet
unable to get to them.
"You've always been all the incentive I need."
AN2: whew. PWP are so much easier.. sort of <g>. someone give
me a kick to finish the other not-PWP?
AN3: I was gonna find a way to deal with the cuffs (both the reason
for their appearance and getting them off... but my sappy side kicked
in and I like that last line <shrug>
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