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azraelz_angelSERIES TITLE: Never Did I Ever
TITLE: Sand Everywhere
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Jack and Faith heat things up a notch...or two.
NOTES: Set in my Stranger Things universe, but these are random scenes, Fourteenth Entry in the August Fic-A-Day Challenge at Twisted Shorts. Prompts from 50_Smutlets - Claim: Jack/Faith
RATING: Adult/NC17 - Smut ahead, beware kiddies.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Stargate: SG1 belong to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, the Sci-fi Channel, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
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Prompt# 7 – Beach – “Sand Everywhere” - August 14th
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The salt was almost tangible yards from the water’s edge. The cool breeze whipped Faith’s hair around as she stood silent and on edge. There was no moon out and the beach was engulfed in the black of night.
Faith listened, waiting for any noise to give away her companion’s position. Suddenly she was tackled from the side, knocked down toward the sand. At the last second her attacker spun them so she didn’t hit the sand first. A male grunt was the only indication that he had hit; the soft sand gave adequate cushion as they rolled so neither sustained injuries.
Jack grinned up at Faith as she landed on top. Her legs slid down on either side of his body, pressing their lower halves together. She returned the grin with a slow, teasing roll of her hips, grinding down on him. The smile changed into a look of lust as she continued to slowly rock.
“You’re going to be the death of an old man,” Jack managed to get out and then grabbed her hips, seemingly unable to decide whether to let her keep moving or halt her entirely.
Faith threw back her head and laughed, “You’re no old man, Jack,” she assured him and leaned down.
She kissed him, nipping at his lips, and teasing him further. His hands slid up from her hips, running up her sides, before tangling in her hair and pulling her down. They kissed, shielded from the outside world, surrounded by her dark tresses. One of his hands traveled down her face, tracing the column of her neck, over her collarbone, before making its way to her breast. She arched, uncontrollably, as he trailed his fingers around her nipple.
“Tease,” she gasped as she broke the kiss. He only smiled in return.
“Not that you mind,” he replied and twisted her nipple. She moaned and shuddered slightly.
He rolled them over laying her out underneath of him. Her hair tangled in the sand beneath her. “You’re so beautiful, Faith, so beautiful,” he whispered and leaned down and kissed her again.
She pulled desperately on his shirt and he broke the kiss long enough to pull it off, leaving him exposed to the night. The cool air caused his nipples to harden and stand out. She sat up and he helped her remove her tanktop, leaving her breasts free. Her nipples had hardened into dusky nubs, and he didn’t hesitate before dropping his head and latching onto one. She arched her back, giving him better access, as the moans of pleasure spilled from her lips.
As he moved to the other breast his free hand snuck down to her jeans, popping the button, and pulled on the zipper.
“I didn’t you had that one handed talent,” her husky voice teased him. He released her breast with a soft pop and gave it one last lick. The fire in her eyes matched that in his. Things were moving way too slow for her but she was humoring him and for that he was grateful.
“I did have a misspent youth,” he assured her with a wink before sitting up to pull on her pant legs. Faith lifted her hips and he helped her shimmy out of her jeans. It didn’t surprise him that she wore no underwear. She rarely did on her own time, and it was unusual for her to in his presence. She had mentioned easy access to him once as they fucked in the limo back from the airport. Remembering that afternoon had little Jack jumping in his jeans.
“Show me,” she urged as she eased her hand in his short hair and pulled their mouths together. Her free hand roamed his chest, pulling on his nipples, and further excited him. He couldn’t resist any further and found her warm center.
She was soaking wet as he slid his fingers along her lips. She rocked her hips trying to control the situation and he gave in because he suddenly needed it now. His fingers slid in easily, and he took measured breaths trying to control himself, as she squeezed his fingers with her warm heat. He knew what it was like to bury himself in her and forget about everything but her and her warmth. He slid his thumb over her clit and that was all it took. She shook, legs trembling, inner muscles contracting, and his name being screamed into the night.
He slowly slid his fingers from her and licked them clean while she came back to herself. She opened one half-lidded eye and fixed him with an evil smirk.
“My turn,” she whispered and that was all the warning he got.
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TITLE: Sand Everywhere
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Jack and Faith heat things up a notch...or two.
NOTES: Set in my Stranger Things universe, but these are random scenes, Fourteenth Entry in the August Fic-A-Day Challenge at Twisted Shorts. Prompts from 50_Smutlets - Claim: Jack/Faith
RATING: Adult/NC17 - Smut ahead, beware kiddies.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Stargate: SG1 belong to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, the Sci-fi Channel, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
**
Prompt# 7 – Beach – “Sand Everywhere” - August 14th
**
The salt was almost tangible yards from the water’s edge. The cool breeze whipped Faith’s hair around as she stood silent and on edge. There was no moon out and the beach was engulfed in the black of night.
Faith listened, waiting for any noise to give away her companion’s position. Suddenly she was tackled from the side, knocked down toward the sand. At the last second her attacker spun them so she didn’t hit the sand first. A male grunt was the only indication that he had hit; the soft sand gave adequate cushion as they rolled so neither sustained injuries.
Jack grinned up at Faith as she landed on top. Her legs slid down on either side of his body, pressing their lower halves together. She returned the grin with a slow, teasing roll of her hips, grinding down on him. The smile changed into a look of lust as she continued to slowly rock.
“You’re going to be the death of an old man,” Jack managed to get out and then grabbed her hips, seemingly unable to decide whether to let her keep moving or halt her entirely.
Faith threw back her head and laughed, “You’re no old man, Jack,” she assured him and leaned down.
She kissed him, nipping at his lips, and teasing him further. His hands slid up from her hips, running up her sides, before tangling in her hair and pulling her down. They kissed, shielded from the outside world, surrounded by her dark tresses. One of his hands traveled down her face, tracing the column of her neck, over her collarbone, before making its way to her breast. She arched, uncontrollably, as he trailed his fingers around her nipple.
“Tease,” she gasped as she broke the kiss. He only smiled in return.
“Not that you mind,” he replied and twisted her nipple. She moaned and shuddered slightly.
He rolled them over laying her out underneath of him. Her hair tangled in the sand beneath her. “You’re so beautiful, Faith, so beautiful,” he whispered and leaned down and kissed her again.
She pulled desperately on his shirt and he broke the kiss long enough to pull it off, leaving him exposed to the night. The cool air caused his nipples to harden and stand out. She sat up and he helped her remove her tanktop, leaving her breasts free. Her nipples had hardened into dusky nubs, and he didn’t hesitate before dropping his head and latching onto one. She arched her back, giving him better access, as the moans of pleasure spilled from her lips.
As he moved to the other breast his free hand snuck down to her jeans, popping the button, and pulled on the zipper.
“I didn’t you had that one handed talent,” her husky voice teased him. He released her breast with a soft pop and gave it one last lick. The fire in her eyes matched that in his. Things were moving way too slow for her but she was humoring him and for that he was grateful.
“I did have a misspent youth,” he assured her with a wink before sitting up to pull on her pant legs. Faith lifted her hips and he helped her shimmy out of her jeans. It didn’t surprise him that she wore no underwear. She rarely did on her own time, and it was unusual for her to in his presence. She had mentioned easy access to him once as they fucked in the limo back from the airport. Remembering that afternoon had little Jack jumping in his jeans.
“Show me,” she urged as she eased her hand in his short hair and pulled their mouths together. Her free hand roamed his chest, pulling on his nipples, and further excited him. He couldn’t resist any further and found her warm center.
She was soaking wet as he slid his fingers along her lips. She rocked her hips trying to control the situation and he gave in because he suddenly needed it now. His fingers slid in easily, and he took measured breaths trying to control himself, as she squeezed his fingers with her warm heat. He knew what it was like to bury himself in her and forget about everything but her and her warmth. He slid his thumb over her clit and that was all it took. She shook, legs trembling, inner muscles contracting, and his name being screamed into the night.
He slowly slid his fingers from her and licked them clean while she came back to herself. She opened one half-lidded eye and fixed him with an evil smirk.
“My turn,” she whispered and that was all the warning he got.
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