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Ooo, it's another NC-17 smut fic. Shame ;) Feedback would be appreciated.
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Sam's head tilted back, her face turning up towards the stars. Above her the night sky blinked, ancient and never ending, full of wonders, secrets and discoveries just waiting to be found.
But at that particular moment, Sam didn't give a fuck about the stars.
She had to admit; for once she'd been duped. He'd walked up to her earlier (*just* her, and quietly too so no one would hear - that really should have given it away), and asked if she could look over his telescope (yeah; *really* should have given it away). It seemed to be permanently out of focus, and he just couldn't figure out the problem.
In her defence, she'd been a little distracted by just how closely Janet and Jonas were dancing (and the Kelownan version of dancing was really quite...interesting).
So happily agreeing she'd left his house and climbed up the steps that led to his roof. Once there she took the opportunity to look out into the sky and his back yard - it never failed to be a beautiful sight. Still, she was there to try and figure out his-
And then his hands had wrapped around her waist, holding her from behind. And then his mouth caressed her neck, kissing, nibbling.
"What are you doing?" She'd whispered, arching her neck to give him better access despite her words. There were friends and family frequently moving in and out of the house below, and though it wasn't wrong anymore (letters of resignation came in *so* useful) and she was delighted that she could show just how much she cared about him, she wasn't sure she wanted to show those friends and family quite *that* much.
If anyone had looked up at them right then...
Hot breath kissed her skin. "Giving you your birthday present," His right hand had left her waist, easily sliding around her front and slipping under her skirt, cupping her through her underwear.
Sam's head had tilted back, her face turning up towards the stars. Above her the night sky blinked, ancient and never ending, full of wonders, secrets and discoveries just waiting to be found.
But at that particular moment, Sam didn't give a fuck about the stars.
Oh, what the hell?
Jack's hand shifted, his fingers searching beneath the last layer of clothing. Sam gasped, turning her head towards his and instantly seeking his mouth with her own. They kissed in slow, thorough, deep movements - mimicking the movement of his hand. His thumb rubbed firmly over her clitoris; Sam shuddered, her left hand reaching out to grab onto the wooden railing.
She moved shamelessly, rocking against his hand.
Pulling away from her mouth, Jack's heavy voice resonated next to her ear - causing another shiver. "Open your eyes."
She did as ordered without even thinking about it - but then, thinking wasn't high on her agenda right now. Guests were standing, talking, eating, drinking; all there to celebrate her birthday.
As his hand continued moving his voice continued talking, obviously seeing the same scene below them. "Can you imagine," His free hand drifted up, caressing her left breast through her top. "If Jonas looked up right now? Or Hammond. The shock; how surprised he'd be. Imagine how you'd *feel* if somebody looked up right now."
Holy...at the idea of getting caught a new warmth surged out of her, eliciting a small moan. He was revealing all kinds of disturbing things about her psyche, but if his fingers kept moving...just...like...*that*...
She rocked back against his body, ridiculously thrilled at the feel of his arousal pressing against her. Heads turned and mouths met again, this time with deeper urgency as his hand moved faster.
Whimpering, her hand tightened on the railing and-
He stopped. He pulled away. He pulled everything away.
Stunned, frustrated, she turned towards him. She may have been about to sound desperate but she *really* didn't care. What the hell kind of birthday present was *that*? "What are-?"
"The chair," He interrupted, indicating the wooden seat a few feet away. But then up here, nothing was more than a few feet away. "Get in it."
Ohhhhh. Okay. She didn't entirely understand what he was doing, but he was instantly forgiven.
Complying, she moved until she was sitting down, watching as he lowered himself onto his knees in front of her (she knew how much that must have hurt him - a present indeed). Leaning forward she captured his mouth in a brief kiss, but then his hand appeared on her shoulder, pushing her back until she was sitting up.
He spoke quietly but firmly. "Don't move your hands from the arms,"
Contemplating for a few moments, she decided just to follow his lead and rested her own arms on the arms of the chair, holding the ends. After all, he *had* said he was giving her a present.
Leaning towards her, he placed gentle kisses on her face, neck, chest...pausing by her breasts, her top and bra were suddenly yanked out of the way, his mouth fastening onto her right breast. At first teasing the sensitive nipple with his tongue; then slowly, slowly, sucking.
Sam's right leg moved instinctively as his amazingly hot mouth worked on her chest; her foot struck out and hit the decking. Apparently knowing he chuckled in amusement around her nipple, causing another thump.
Finally moving away, exposing her moist breasts to the night air, his hands worked under her skirt. Realising his intention she lifted her hips, and he carefully pulled her underwear off, Sam raising one leg at a time to help him.
When they were disposed of he rubbed the sides of her knees, holding her gaze. "Move down,"
She didn't realise at first, but then it came to her - he wanted her to slouch down in the chair. She began shifting, still holding onto the arms. She moved further down until her hips came off the edge of the chair; he moved further up, his hands helping to support her.
He touched, nibbled and kissed her thighs, but if he didn't stop teasing right *now*-
He stopped teasing.
Her body arched up, fingers twitching around the wood as he deliberately, torturously, worked his tongue over and in and *over*, his lips moving to suck gently on her clitoris and she swore, wanting desperately to use her hands to urge him on, not caring that her position was vaguely uncomfortable; caring only about the *things his tongue was doing*.
With each stroke, lick, caress, her insides clenched, her clit tingling, tightening, andhewasgonnamakeher...right...*here*...with everyone downstairs. She was gonna scream, no...doubt...about it. When it was like this, she always screamed.
That'd probably been his intention.
She tried to resist it, tried to hold back the delirious pleasure; but he was still licking, tasting, the pleasure almost to the point of pain; her eyes rolling back in her head as the tingling magnified, her nails digging into the wood, and when he took her clit into his mouth and hummed, her world exploded.
And scream she did.
Well, howl.
His mouth never stopped moving, still teasing and tormenting as and after she came, lapping greedily.
Gasping, panting, she knew without even having to see his face that he was *so* pleased with himself. And really, so was she.
Sam didn't care, anymore, about what the others must have heard; all she cared about was letting go of the chair to grab him, swapping places and making him sit down, unzipping his pants and then - not giving him much say in the matter (not that he objected) - sinking on to him.
She paused with him inside her, never used to the feel of him sharing her body.
His hands were on her hips, his mouth on her neck. "This is supposed to be," Now her breast. "Your birthday present."
"Trust me," She growled as she rocked her hips, making him moan and dig his fingers into her hips; creating her own wild stab of pleasure inside. "It is."
She'd *so* better be getting this again next year.
~FINIS