Seduction Reduction
folder
Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,179
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,179
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Stargate: SG1, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Clean Fun, Fun Clean
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or associated characters. Story for fun, not profit.
(Chapter 1: Doctor Jackson, you snarky, sneaky bastard!)
I cranked the hot water and slid the shower door shut, sighing contentedly. A day too long, too stressful- and damn if the water running down my body didn't make me want to drop to my knees and just sink into nothingness.
A soft clink on the vanity snared my attention and I opened my eyes. "Daniel?"
He coughed, and in my mind's eye, I could see his tongue flicking out in mild consternation. "Hey..." He pulled open the glass door and peered into the shower.
"Hey!" I giggled, splashing ineffectively at him.
He blinked, levelling an electric gaze at me. Flicked out his tongue. Bastard. His eyes were laughing, his lips curved with amusement. He grinned slowly, raking along sharp canines with that moist, pink, wet-- He cleared his throat as he smoothly invited himself into the shower, closing the door behind him.
"Um!" A tongue-swipe. "Do you always shower by meditation?"
I snickered. Not on top of your usual snarky game, Doctor Jackson?
"I mean, not that it's not effective, I, I mean, you- you smell great, actually!" He leaned in close, strong fingers sliding up my sides.
I stared at his shoulders, biceps, pecs, long legs, defined abs, short, spiky hair, and of course, the interest stiffening his-Nevermind. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing! I opened and closed my mouth, speechless.
His eyes widened, and lips pursed in the classic 'absentminded professor' expression. "You could teach me, you know." He batted his eyes. The tongue flicked and swiped.
"Hm?" My heart pounded in my chest as his lips grazed my ear. Damnit, Daniel, just take me now...
"You know, how to get clean by meditating in the shower." He snickered and gave my rump a squeeze before burying his face in my shoulder. The tongue licked trails up and down my neck before he finally just kissed me on the mouth. I smoothed my hands over his pecs, onto his shoulders, resting around his neck.
"Daniel, please," I whispered.
He kissed me on the cheek and pulled away, grinning.
"Daniel..."
That earned laughter. I resisted the urge to smack him. He took my shoulders and turned me to the wall. It's about friggin' time! I placed my hands against the wall, arching my back and shaking tail just so. He patted my derriere affectionately before- I glanced over in slight annoyance. Click? What just went- And there was the bodywash making a cold pool at the small of my back, until the weave of a scrubbing-pouf began making small circles over my skin.
"Hey! I WAS going to-"
"Mhm! Meditation! I just thought this might help things come along a little faster." He reached around and pinched my nipple gently before continuing his dutiful, almost clinical washing. The pouf made every stop, over my chest and stomach, down my legs, and even a pause for him to clean the best parts with his hands. I prayed for him to give me just a little taste, if he would, a few tickles with fingertips. No dice. He put the pouf back, and once more, strong arms enveloped me.
"Wash me?" His breath tickled my skin. I wasn't going to get any if he was playing hard to get with me, but judging by a soft brushing of flesh against my ass I figured exactly how to get what I wanted.
"Not a chance," I whispered, gently arching back, teasing the tip of his cock with my cheeks.
He turned me around to face him, blue eyes trying to drown me in their gaze. Seeing his 'attack' coming, I slid down to the bottom of the tub, and slowly rose halfway up his height. Eyes still up, I grinned mischeviously and rubbed his arousal with my breasts. He drew a sharp breath, but before he could react, I was standing face to face with him again, having grabbed the pouf on my way up. I held it in front of him.
"I want to watch."
But the snarky shield had dropped over him again, and he just mock-glared before swiping the pouf out of my hand.
"Sneaky witch!" He washed himself as he'd washed me; if I would deny him, so he'd do unto me. I hoped at least for a few tugs down there, but he must've willed himself ever so softly again, because by the time he'd finished, he was content, clean, and oh yes- not at all interested in the bodily sense. Well, I was closer to the water.
As soon as he was done, I shut the taps off, and stalked out of the shower.
"I'm going to bed! I'm going to have a nice, ahem, long winter's nap, after a-hem-hem, hard day!" I declared melodramatically as I ruffled my hair dry and fluffed his towel over my body.
**********
"Ohh... no you're not...!" A voice whispered behind the bathroom door at the retreating form.
Daniel smiled as his 'firecracker' flounced out of the bathroom, his best towel cozied around her shoulders- exactly as he'd planned. She'd have to pass through the kitchen to get to her room, which if he'd annoyed her enough... He grinned. From the shelf just outside the shower, he pulled another towel and dried off before wrapping up in his robe. He glanced at the hall clock as he made for the bedroom, a funny smile on his lips.
(Chapter 1: Doctor Jackson, you snarky, sneaky bastard!)
I cranked the hot water and slid the shower door shut, sighing contentedly. A day too long, too stressful- and damn if the water running down my body didn't make me want to drop to my knees and just sink into nothingness.
A soft clink on the vanity snared my attention and I opened my eyes. "Daniel?"
He coughed, and in my mind's eye, I could see his tongue flicking out in mild consternation. "Hey..." He pulled open the glass door and peered into the shower.
"Hey!" I giggled, splashing ineffectively at him.
He blinked, levelling an electric gaze at me. Flicked out his tongue. Bastard. His eyes were laughing, his lips curved with amusement. He grinned slowly, raking along sharp canines with that moist, pink, wet-- He cleared his throat as he smoothly invited himself into the shower, closing the door behind him.
"Um!" A tongue-swipe. "Do you always shower by meditation?"
I snickered. Not on top of your usual snarky game, Doctor Jackson?
"I mean, not that it's not effective, I, I mean, you- you smell great, actually!" He leaned in close, strong fingers sliding up my sides.
I stared at his shoulders, biceps, pecs, long legs, defined abs, short, spiky hair, and of course, the interest stiffening his-Nevermind. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing! I opened and closed my mouth, speechless.
His eyes widened, and lips pursed in the classic 'absentminded professor' expression. "You could teach me, you know." He batted his eyes. The tongue flicked and swiped.
"Hm?" My heart pounded in my chest as his lips grazed my ear. Damnit, Daniel, just take me now...
"You know, how to get clean by meditating in the shower." He snickered and gave my rump a squeeze before burying his face in my shoulder. The tongue licked trails up and down my neck before he finally just kissed me on the mouth. I smoothed my hands over his pecs, onto his shoulders, resting around his neck.
"Daniel, please," I whispered.
He kissed me on the cheek and pulled away, grinning.
"Daniel..."
That earned laughter. I resisted the urge to smack him. He took my shoulders and turned me to the wall. It's about friggin' time! I placed my hands against the wall, arching my back and shaking tail just so. He patted my derriere affectionately before- I glanced over in slight annoyance. Click? What just went- And there was the bodywash making a cold pool at the small of my back, until the weave of a scrubbing-pouf began making small circles over my skin.
"Hey! I WAS going to-"
"Mhm! Meditation! I just thought this might help things come along a little faster." He reached around and pinched my nipple gently before continuing his dutiful, almost clinical washing. The pouf made every stop, over my chest and stomach, down my legs, and even a pause for him to clean the best parts with his hands. I prayed for him to give me just a little taste, if he would, a few tickles with fingertips. No dice. He put the pouf back, and once more, strong arms enveloped me.
"Wash me?" His breath tickled my skin. I wasn't going to get any if he was playing hard to get with me, but judging by a soft brushing of flesh against my ass I figured exactly how to get what I wanted.
"Not a chance," I whispered, gently arching back, teasing the tip of his cock with my cheeks.
He turned me around to face him, blue eyes trying to drown me in their gaze. Seeing his 'attack' coming, I slid down to the bottom of the tub, and slowly rose halfway up his height. Eyes still up, I grinned mischeviously and rubbed his arousal with my breasts. He drew a sharp breath, but before he could react, I was standing face to face with him again, having grabbed the pouf on my way up. I held it in front of him.
"I want to watch."
But the snarky shield had dropped over him again, and he just mock-glared before swiping the pouf out of my hand.
"Sneaky witch!" He washed himself as he'd washed me; if I would deny him, so he'd do unto me. I hoped at least for a few tugs down there, but he must've willed himself ever so softly again, because by the time he'd finished, he was content, clean, and oh yes- not at all interested in the bodily sense. Well, I was closer to the water.
As soon as he was done, I shut the taps off, and stalked out of the shower.
"I'm going to bed! I'm going to have a nice, ahem, long winter's nap, after a-hem-hem, hard day!" I declared melodramatically as I ruffled my hair dry and fluffed his towel over my body.
**********
"Ohh... no you're not...!" A voice whispered behind the bathroom door at the retreating form.
Daniel smiled as his 'firecracker' flounced out of the bathroom, his best towel cozied around her shoulders- exactly as he'd planned. She'd have to pass through the kitchen to get to her room, which if he'd annoyed her enough... He grinned. From the shelf just outside the shower, he pulled another towel and dried off before wrapping up in his robe. He glanced at the hall clock as he made for the bedroom, a funny smile on his lips.