Hot Flash: Birthday

Note: The goal of flash fiction is to tell a complete story effectively as possible in as few words as possible, usually 300 or less. Some definitions allow up to 1,000 words.

The goal of a hot flash is to do the same, but sexy.

Stargate: Atlantis

Hot Flashes

(yep, pretty much what it sounds like)

by Destiny Brighthope

1. Birthday

Before the cake could be cut or the gifts opened, the guest of honor whispered in his ear, "Rodney, I'm ready for my birthday spanking."

Back in her room Jennifer moaned as his palm connected with her panty-clad rear. Not too rough, nor too gentle. Just right. A scorching kiss conveyed her approval.

Her leg journeyed up his outer thigh and settled at his waist. The hand on her rear shifted to support her thigh, squeezing the pliant flesh and eliciting the most delightful sounds from her throat. Her arms encircled his neck; her other leg nudged his; and almost too late he recognized her intent.

He disengaged the kiss only to have her tongue jammed into his mouth when he tried to speak. Finally, he turned his head. "Jennifer, stop."

"You know what I want," she cooed before attacking his throat.

"But my back," he whined.

"Use the wall."

"The wall?"

"To support my weight." She peeled the boxers down his hips and stroked him. "Please. I've never come so hard before."

Rodney shuddered in her grasp. He didn't want to, but... "If I pull a muscle, I get a back rub. Maybe a leg rub too."

Sliding her panties aside, she rubbed him against her entrance. She was hot, wet, and ready.

"I want a back rub anyway," Rodney added.

Jennifer laughed. "It's my birthday."

"Even so."

"Fine, but I'll be topless. And you can't turn around."

"Can I—?"

"No mirrors."

He knelt before her, grasping the sides of her panties and tearing them down her legs. She nearly stumbled when he pressed a sudden passionate kiss to her nether lips, but he held her steady.

"Ooh, Rod," she cried. Her fingers mauled his shoulders, and he was once again thankful to have a girlfriend who eschewed long nails.

He staggered kisses up her belly and trunk as he rose, his manhood swiping her mound along the way. He kissed her cheeks and chin but stopped short of her mouth. It drove him crazy whenever she tasted herself on his lips, but he never forced the issue. The final say, as always, was hers.

Her tongue darted out to lick the moisture from his swollen lips. "Well?"

At his nod she wound her arms around his neck. He lifted her onto the desk where he could bend his knees and line up his entry. She gasped as he plunged in to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

Small grunts each time his pubic bone impacted hers joined the soft, wet sounds of her arousal to form a carnal refrain for their coupling. Her legs hooked around his waist, crossing at the ankles to lock him in place. She all but squealed her excitement. "Now, Rodney!"

Clutching her buttocks, he lifted her off the desk. Gravity forced her down harder upon him, and her muscles squeezed him tightly. He tried maneuvering her to the wall as quickly as possible, but Jennifer wasn't cooperating. Head thrown back, she ground herself against him.

He couldn't brace her against the wall without bumping her head. "I'm gong to drop you," he growled.

Relenting, she tucked her head beneath his chin.

Supported by the wall, his thrusting grew more frantic until her rear was bouncing off the masonry with each thrust. Jennifer shrieked and released a stream of obscenities that would have made the saltiest marine on base blush. The words drove Rodney over the edge, and he came, spilling his seed inside her.

Little spasms massaged his shaft as he basked in the afterglow. "Jennifer, you were right. That was amazing...Jennifer?"

She slumped against his chest, legs dangling off his hips and arms slack at her sides. His legs were shaking, and he just managed not to collapse as he lowered himself and Jennifer to the floor.

Her eyes fluttered, and she stirred.

"Did you black out?" Rodney shook his head, amazed.

Drunkenly, she murmured, "Don't let it go to your head."

A cocky grin curled his lips.

"What?" she said.

He puffed out his chest and crooned, "Happy Birthday to you..."

[end]

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I'll try to keep the word count under 1,000 for each installment. This one was 704. Thanks to RoryFaller, beta extraordinaire.