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campylobacterTITLE: A Weightless Creature of Air 2/2
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: Becausevirkatjol requested it!
Chapter 2: At Least One
Oh, this poor lieutenant colonel: so easy to seduce. And yet surprisingly tender for someone who held command, letting her control the kiss while caressing her body with light, feathery touches that intensified the building heat between her thighs. She opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss, and then he took over, exploring her mouth with the urgency of pent-up need. When he pushed her onto the bed, she moaned in triumph and wrapped her arms around him.
"Gotta... go... write..." he whispered against her neck, his lips nipping perfect sparks of pleasure on the skin below her ear after each word. She reached a hand between them and stroked the growing firmness he pressed against her hip. Buttons. Why weren't there slide closures on those military trousers, the same as on the coveralls? His lips trailed more kisses to the hollow of her neck, then to her collarbone, then to her breasts, giving each one equal attention while his hands cupped them gently. It was divine; she hadn't been touched like this in ages.
"Don't stop, Colonel," she breathed, running her fingers through his hair.
"My friends call me Cameron," he rasped, circling his tongue around her navel.
"Cameron," she sighed, letting each new syllable form in her throat slowly, giving name to the lingering taste of his kiss on her tongue. "Undress me, Cameron."
He obliged, helping her pull off the sleeves and push the coveralls past her hips, never taking his eyes off her. "Mission report," he croaked before diving in to cover her muff with his mouth.
A glorious burst of sensation rocketed through every nerve in her body. She arched her back and lifted her knees apart to cradle him between her legs, delighted that at least one of this planet's males appreciated the taste of a woman. And this male knew his way around a woman, drawing the tip of his tongue up the folds on one side, barely flicking her clit in a tantalizing tease, then down the other side to linger at her opening with reverent, leisurely laps inside and out. It was both too much and not enough.
"Want... your cock." Even as she uttered the words, she tilted her hips upward to give him a better angle to continue what he was doing. Her head swam in a haze of pleasure as his fingers traced continuous swirls on her heated skin. She writhed as he tirelessly explored what made her respond: gentle tugs with his lips, slow exhalations of warm breath, nuzzling her thatch of curls while humming, until with a final swirl of his tongue he licked the precise spot on her clit that sent her over the edge. He lapped hungrily as she shuddered and panted while a continuous flood of ecstasy rushed and flowed inside her.
After another minute of mind-altering bliss, she stilled. He finally raised his head and looked up with a dazed, contented expression. "You on birth control?"
The question sounded odd and institutional. "I've already been born." In fact, she felt reborn, transformed into a weightless creature of air. Noting his look of puzzlement, she struggled to decipher his question. "Ah! You mean making babies?"
"Yeah," he groaned as she leaned forward to stroke the bulge in his pants. "I mean, um, I'd rather not... complicate your life. I don't have any—"
A knock on the door startled them both. "Good night, Colonel Mitchell," the SF called through the door. "Dominguez will be taking over my shift soon."
"Shit," he muttered, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Wait a minute, Staff Sergeant."
Vala felt too limp and languid to bother dressing, but made a half-hearted effort to scoot out of sight as Cameron cast an apologetic glance at her while reaching into his back pocket for a wallet and sidling out.
"Here, Finney," she heard him say just outside the door. "I've, um, assessed Ms. Mal Doran's wardrobe situation and hereby authorize you to devote part of your shift tomorrow to shopping for clothing suitable for her to wear to Washington DC. Let me know if you need more than this to cover it."
Vala smiled as she visualized the outfit from the magazine she'd wanted to order with Daniel's credit card, and promised herself to properly thank Cameron later for footing the bill instead.
[end]
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 2: At Least One
Oh, this poor lieutenant colonel: so easy to seduce. And yet surprisingly tender for someone who held command, letting her control the kiss while caressing her body with light, feathery touches that intensified the building heat between her thighs. She opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss, and then he took over, exploring her mouth with the urgency of pent-up need. When he pushed her onto the bed, she moaned in triumph and wrapped her arms around him.
"Gotta... go... write..." he whispered against her neck, his lips nipping perfect sparks of pleasure on the skin below her ear after each word. She reached a hand between them and stroked the growing firmness he pressed against her hip. Buttons. Why weren't there slide closures on those military trousers, the same as on the coveralls? His lips trailed more kisses to the hollow of her neck, then to her collarbone, then to her breasts, giving each one equal attention while his hands cupped them gently. It was divine; she hadn't been touched like this in ages.
"Don't stop, Colonel," she breathed, running her fingers through his hair.
"My friends call me Cameron," he rasped, circling his tongue around her navel.
"Cameron," she sighed, letting each new syllable form in her throat slowly, giving name to the lingering taste of his kiss on her tongue. "Undress me, Cameron."
He obliged, helping her pull off the sleeves and push the coveralls past her hips, never taking his eyes off her. "Mission report," he croaked before diving in to cover her muff with his mouth.
A glorious burst of sensation rocketed through every nerve in her body. She arched her back and lifted her knees apart to cradle him between her legs, delighted that at least one of this planet's males appreciated the taste of a woman. And this male knew his way around a woman, drawing the tip of his tongue up the folds on one side, barely flicking her clit in a tantalizing tease, then down the other side to linger at her opening with reverent, leisurely laps inside and out. It was both too much and not enough.
"Want... your cock." Even as she uttered the words, she tilted her hips upward to give him a better angle to continue what he was doing. Her head swam in a haze of pleasure as his fingers traced continuous swirls on her heated skin. She writhed as he tirelessly explored what made her respond: gentle tugs with his lips, slow exhalations of warm breath, nuzzling her thatch of curls while humming, until with a final swirl of his tongue he licked the precise spot on her clit that sent her over the edge. He lapped hungrily as she shuddered and panted while a continuous flood of ecstasy rushed and flowed inside her.
After another minute of mind-altering bliss, she stilled. He finally raised his head and looked up with a dazed, contented expression. "You on birth control?"
The question sounded odd and institutional. "I've already been born." In fact, she felt reborn, transformed into a weightless creature of air. Noting his look of puzzlement, she struggled to decipher his question. "Ah! You mean making babies?"
"Yeah," he groaned as she leaned forward to stroke the bulge in his pants. "I mean, um, I'd rather not... complicate your life. I don't have any—"
A knock on the door startled them both. "Good night, Colonel Mitchell," the SF called through the door. "Dominguez will be taking over my shift soon."
"Shit," he muttered, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Wait a minute, Staff Sergeant."
Vala felt too limp and languid to bother dressing, but made a half-hearted effort to scoot out of sight as Cameron cast an apologetic glance at her while reaching into his back pocket for a wallet and sidling out.
"Here, Finney," she heard him say just outside the door. "I've, um, assessed Ms. Mal Doran's wardrobe situation and hereby authorize you to devote part of your shift tomorrow to shopping for clothing suitable for her to wear to Washington DC. Let me know if you need more than this to cover it."
Vala smiled as she visualized the outfit from the magazine she'd wanted to order with Daniel's credit card, and promised herself to properly thank Cameron later for footing the bill instead.
[end]
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Date: 2012-02-16 03:51 am (UTC)Very happy to see Cam/Vala from the Battle!
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:57 pm (UTC)I think I might have a 'pornbunny' in the works on how he can find some relief from being cock-blocked. ;D
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