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applecameronTitle:"Sunlight"
Author: Apple Cameron
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: team
Era: my usual noncommital old school
Spoilers: pshaw!
Jack huffed and woke up, blonde hair tickling his nose. Sam was on her side, back to him, breathing on Teal'C's shoulder. The warmth of a Daniel Jackson, no doubt taking up the whole other half of the bed, radiated from behind Jack.
Something like dawn seemed to be creeping around the drapes at the far window. Sunday. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Hours of precious nothing stretched out before them all like a cat, basking.
Sam's leg was drawn up over Teal'c's thigh, so he let his hand hover briefly over the skin of her hip, watching the play of faint light and shadow over her frame. Then, still hovering, traced down to the soft exposed core and touched her gently.
She murmured and he stopped. Waited. Watched. Touched again, and this time, there was moisture. Sam climbed up onto Teal'C a little more and said something unintelligible. The Jaffa was still asleep, flat on his back, his arm and thigh claimed by Sam.
Her leg was drawn up more, and it moved again as he urged her gently, thumb just barely inside her, the rest of his fingers cupping her.
He waited until some dream took her and rocked his thumb into her a little. She moaned against Teal'C's shoulder, not waking, not needing to wake to feel pleasure. Carefully, he replaced his thumb with a finger, watching her face as he slid in, to not carry her over the threshold to day. Not yet.
Sam rocked back a little, another gentle rumble emerging when Jack finally withdrew his finger and positioned himself. She was wet, but he lubed himself a little with her juices and a little extra spit. Then took his time.
Pre-dawn was just barely turning to sunlight, the room changing, lightening, the way day comes. The way Sam comes, when you catch her like this, trusting in her sleep. Her head back, open to his lips on her shoulder, dreaming him inside her as he penetrated, slowly, loving her trust, the way the first rays of sunlight dusted her hair and made it gold.
He was all the way inside. "Sleep." Jack told her.
She murmured something to the Jack in her dream, and he saw Teal'C shift into wakefulness. The Jaffa put his hand on Sam's hip, holding her still, and Jack began to move, long slow strokes, teasing her dream until Sam moaned, her pleasure building like sunlight widening to full day. Held still and less than half awake, Sam's whole body was loose, open, and he felt himself hit something deep inside her that made both of them respond with a groan. Teal'C rolled to put his fingers between her legs as Jack thrust, and he sensed more than felt him pressing against Sam's clit, holding them both now with his hands, as Jack thrust harder, risking the end of the dream, until Sam clutched at Teal'C as something inside her clutched Jack tight, tighter, tightest, until he buried himself, hitting that depth that made her come, "come, Sam, come for me baby, it feels good doesn't it feel good --"
"Ah!" Sam cried, every muscle going tight in orgasm, and then releasing him, pulsing around him.
He kissed her shoulder again, where there was now the slightest taste of salt.
"Mornin'" he whispered. Sam made a silky protest as he withdrew. Jack replied with a brushing of his fingers across her erect nipples.
He liked waking up first. Now, what to do to with Daniel?
Author: Apple Cameron
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: team
Era: my usual noncommital old school
Spoilers: pshaw!
Jack huffed and woke up, blonde hair tickling his nose. Sam was on her side, back to him, breathing on Teal'C's shoulder. The warmth of a Daniel Jackson, no doubt taking up the whole other half of the bed, radiated from behind Jack.
Something like dawn seemed to be creeping around the drapes at the far window. Sunday. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Hours of precious nothing stretched out before them all like a cat, basking.
Sam's leg was drawn up over Teal'c's thigh, so he let his hand hover briefly over the skin of her hip, watching the play of faint light and shadow over her frame. Then, still hovering, traced down to the soft exposed core and touched her gently.
She murmured and he stopped. Waited. Watched. Touched again, and this time, there was moisture. Sam climbed up onto Teal'C a little more and said something unintelligible. The Jaffa was still asleep, flat on his back, his arm and thigh claimed by Sam.
Her leg was drawn up more, and it moved again as he urged her gently, thumb just barely inside her, the rest of his fingers cupping her.
He waited until some dream took her and rocked his thumb into her a little. She moaned against Teal'C's shoulder, not waking, not needing to wake to feel pleasure. Carefully, he replaced his thumb with a finger, watching her face as he slid in, to not carry her over the threshold to day. Not yet.
Sam rocked back a little, another gentle rumble emerging when Jack finally withdrew his finger and positioned himself. She was wet, but he lubed himself a little with her juices and a little extra spit. Then took his time.
Pre-dawn was just barely turning to sunlight, the room changing, lightening, the way day comes. The way Sam comes, when you catch her like this, trusting in her sleep. Her head back, open to his lips on her shoulder, dreaming him inside her as he penetrated, slowly, loving her trust, the way the first rays of sunlight dusted her hair and made it gold.
He was all the way inside. "Sleep." Jack told her.
She murmured something to the Jack in her dream, and he saw Teal'C shift into wakefulness. The Jaffa put his hand on Sam's hip, holding her still, and Jack began to move, long slow strokes, teasing her dream until Sam moaned, her pleasure building like sunlight widening to full day. Held still and less than half awake, Sam's whole body was loose, open, and he felt himself hit something deep inside her that made both of them respond with a groan. Teal'C rolled to put his fingers between her legs as Jack thrust, and he sensed more than felt him pressing against Sam's clit, holding them both now with his hands, as Jack thrust harder, risking the end of the dream, until Sam clutched at Teal'C as something inside her clutched Jack tight, tighter, tightest, until he buried himself, hitting that depth that made her come, "come, Sam, come for me baby, it feels good doesn't it feel good --"
"Ah!" Sam cried, every muscle going tight in orgasm, and then releasing him, pulsing around him.
He kissed her shoulder again, where there was now the slightest taste of salt.
"Mornin'" he whispered. Sam made a silky protest as he withdrew. Jack replied with a brushing of his fingers across her erect nipples.
He liked waking up first. Now, what to do to with Daniel?