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campylobacterTITLE: A Weightless Creature of Air 1/2
AUTHOR:
campylobacter RATING: R/Mature
WARNING: sexy times
CATEGORY: missing scene, PWP, porn
WORD COUNT: 1214
PAIRING: Cam/Vala
CHARACTERS: Vala Mal Doran, Cameron Mitchell
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: 9x04 "The Ties That Bind" missing scene
PROMPTS: "cunnilingus", "tender" & "rushed"
SUMMARY/PREMISE: Where did Vala get that outfit she wore to Washington DC in "The Ties That Bind"?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Because
virkatjol requested it!Chapter 1: This Dangerous Woman
"Why was Jackson's face red?" Cam asked, peeking into the open doorway of the SGC guest quarters to catch a glimpse of Vala, her back turned, kicking a military-issue duffel bag under the bed.
"Don't blame me," she scoffed, grabbing various articles of USAF battle dress uniform from the bedspread and tossing them in a drawer. "After I complained about not wanting to look like a prisoner in this drab, baggy coverall thing, he's the one who volunteered to help me pack for Washing Town."
"I bet that went well," he chuckled, shaking his head at having seen the archaeologist disappear into his quarters, slamming the door. "Almost wish I could go to DC and watch the circus."
"Ooh, I'd very much like that," Vala purred, finally turning to face him as she sat on the bed.
Cam gulped at how low her flight suit was unzipped, more than hinting at an obvious lack of upper underwear. No wonder Jackson had looked so flustered; likely he was beating off as they spoke. He quickly swung the door behind him to block Vala's exhibitionism from the SF who was guarding her quarters. "Sorry, but I gotta stay behind and write up a mission report on the wild goose chase you led us on."
"Wild?" An elegant eyebrow arched upwards as she stood and approached him. "I assure you, Colonel Mitchell, retrieving a used power coil is much easier than chasing undomesticated geese."
Good googly moogly, that sex voice. That smile. That long sliver of creamy, exposed skin. "Uhhh, mission report." He backed away, bumping up against the door. It clicked shut. "Gotta write one."
"We have three days before we leave for 'Dee-Cee'." She tilted her head to the side as she looked him up and down and up again. (His pants were too loose for her to notice his involuntary reaction. He hoped.) "Surely you can finish it in much less than a day." She sashayed closer to him, close enough that he could feel her body heat mingle with his.
"Sssure...ly. Yeah." He had to admire the way Jackson kept resisting this dangerous woman's charms, because now that he was the target of her attention, sword-fighting a holographic knight seemed much easier to handle.
Handle.
He shut his eyes to stop himself from visualizing his hand reaching into her flight suit and handling a soft, round breast. Which did a helluva lotta good when he couldn't shut his nose to how good she smelled. So damn good. Not exactly perfumey, but spicy, mysterious, tangy.
She stepped back to her bed, swaying her hips gently, and then unzipped that flight suit all the way down. Whoa doggies, she'd been going commando, which seemed to have been a wasted effort on Jackson. Well, waste not, want not, as Gramma used to say. The next thing he knew, he was kissing her and running his hands all over that smooth, creamy skin.
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Date: 2012-02-16 03:47 am (UTC)!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2012-02-25 10:18 pm (UTC)I'm thrilled that you took the time to read & comment on Vala pr0n! I'm also sorry I haven't replied sooner.