Rumor Has It
By: Amara M
CATEGORY: PWP
PROMPT: Table 2, #014 Table
WARNINGS: BDSM, Graphic Sex, Threesome, Gay and Lesbian Sex
AUTHOR’S NOTES: My twenty-second ficlet for my 100_Situations Table.
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
“No, that isn’t how I heard it.” Cameron said, snatching a
french fry from Sam’s plate and biting the end off of it. “What I heard was
that it was
Sam was already red in the face and she blushed a little deeper was her eyes
snapped up to his. “What? You knew?”
“No, you’ve got it all backwards, as usual.” Daniel said as he straddled his
seat and also snatched a fry. He didn’t look directly at Sam, but had a vague
sort of grin on his face. “Sam was tied down and Mitchell was—“
“Daniel!” Sam ran a hand over her face. She wasn’t sure anymore why she’d told
them. Some sense of honor or something. They had a right to know what was being
said.
“What?” The two men looked at each other and back at Sam. “You didn’t know?”
“No!” She pushed the plate away and dusted her hands together as if brushing
something distasteful from them.
Cameron laughed and caught her hand. “You should relax, its just a rumor.”
She pulled her hand away and looked around them as if someone was going to see
them. She didn’t understand why she was so keyed up. Her body hadn’t stopped
humming with pent up and largely unnamed desire since Vala had left her lab.
She wanted…well, she wasn’t sure. The whole thing was disturbing.
“It’s not even the worst one I’ve heard.” Daniel offered, taking a swallow of
his beer.
Sam dropped her face into her hands and shook her head. “I think I was better
off not knowing.”
“You really never heard these things?” Cameron asked.
Sam rolled her eyes as she looked up. “I’d heard the odd rumor here or there
about Daniel or Gen. O’Neill…once about Paul Davis…but I don’t…I’m too busy to
spend time gossiping.”
“So…” Daniel shrugged at her. “Why now?”
Sam sighed. There it was. Why now? She closed her eyes. “Vala.”
“Vala?” they asked together and Sam nodded.
“On the cargo ship. She talked…for three solid hours. The last hour was filled
with her asking me if…well, about the rumors. She wanted to know if you and I
were…” She gestured to Daniel and back at herself and rolled her eyes again.
“She said she wanted to know what her competition was.”
Daniel smirked and played with his beer bottle. “She just doesn’t take a hint,”
he said and Sam smirked a little uncomfortably.
“You got that right.” Sam murmured, hoping as she realized she’d said it out
loud that they hadn’t heard, but both Daniel and Cameron perked up quickly.
“Sam?”
She sighed and sat back in the booth, crossing her arms. “She wasn’t asking
about you, Daniel. Every rumor she brought up was about me.”
Daniel sat back with a look that was a cross between relief and wounded puppy
while Cameron chuckled. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“So, she’s the one who told you about this leather and chains thing?”
Sam nodded. “And it was bothering you enough to have to tell us about it?”
Cameron asked.
“I don’t know if “bother” is the right word.” Sam said, squirming a little in
her seat. She reached for her beer and downed it quickly. “Look, this just wasn’t
a good idea.” She stood abruptly and turned from the table, wobbling as the
five bottles of beer she’d consumed hit her head at once. Daniel steadied her
and stood himself.
“Maybe you should let me take you home,” he said.
Cameron stood as well, tossing a few bills on the table to cover the meal. “We
should take her home,” he corrected. “You rode with me, remember?” Daniel
looked confused, then nodded.
Daniel’s arm around her shoulder helped her navigate without tipping over,
while Cameron’s arm around her waist steered them toward the door. The night
air was fresh, still smelling of the rain that had been falling when they’d
entered the local grill. It was refreshing, helped her head not spin quite as
much.
It took some rearranging of various stray pieces of sports equipment, but
eventually, Daniel helped Sam into the back seat of Cameron’s car before
climbing in beside her. He slipped his arm back around her, letting her rest
against him as Cameron started the car. She closed her eyes and let her head
fall against his shoulder. It was comforting and familiar to let him hold her,
his hand sliding almost absently over her bare arm.
The sound of the engine combined with the alcohol and the feeling of safety
Daniel was providing to lure her into a light doze. Somehow, the images weren’t
as frightening…the heat running through her body not as intimidating with
Daniel touching her…with Daniel kissing her…she realized slowly…his lips were
on the back of her neck…by the time she realized it, he’d stopped. Her eyes
opened lazily, and found Cameron’s eyes watching them in the rear view mirror.
“You two okay?” he asked and Sam mumbled something that she thought sounded
reassuring.
Daniel’s voice was soft, but rumbly near her ear. “I think we’re good.”
Sam thought she felt the kissing thing again, but it felt so good she couldn’t
seem to react. Daniel’s hand slid up her arm to rub gently at her shoulder.
“That’s nice,” she mumbled and she brought her hand up to hold his, bringing it
down to look at. “You have nice hands.” She held it for a moment, then pulled
it down across her belly, holding it to her as she drifted once again toward
sleep.
Daniel’s voice whispered to her, though she wasn’t sure of what he was saying,
not till he pulled his hand free and she felt another hand on her arm. “Come on
Sam…we’re home.” Cameron’s voice said as she sat up.
“I must have gone to sleep.”
“If the snoring is any indication.” Daniel said from behind her, his body hot
against hers as he tried to encourage her toward Cameron.
Sam put out her hand to Cameron, who helped her from the car, then turned to
offer his other hand to Daniel. To Sam’s surprise, Daniel took it and stepped
out of the car before slipping his arm around Cameron. Together, the three of
them moved clumsily to the door where she did her best to unlock the door
before Cameron laughed and took the ring of keys from her hand. “You’re a
sloppy drunk, Carter.”
She laughed too. “I don’t…never mind. Not arguing.”
He turned to look at her, and the expression on his face was serious. “Good.
Get inside.”
The door swung open and Sam felt Cameron’s hand on the small of her back as if
directing her. “You guys want coffee?” she asked as Daniel closed the door.
“Coffee’s good.” Daniel said.
Sam nodded, looking curiously at the two men as they moved out of the hallway.
Something seemed off…but it was probably just the beer. “I’ll start some.” She
turned for the kitchen, her eyes darting up at Daniel and Cameron as she
reached for the coffee pot. The house was quiet until she turned on the water.
She turned from the sink and nearly dropped the pot. “Um…I…” She managed to get
the pot onto the counter, her hands shaking and her entire body filled with
electric tingles as she watched Daniel’s eyes close while Cameron’s lips closed
over his. “Guys…?”
Tongue. That was definitely tongue. For one long breathless moment, she watched
them kiss. Cameron’s hands were holding the waist of Daniel’s jeans, while
Daniel stood still and let his mouth be explored. When the kiss finally ended,
they both looked at her. “Carter.”
“Cameron?”
“Come here.”
She found herself obeying, unsure of herself, hesitant, but suddenly beside
them none-the-less. Cameron’s hands slid up her arms, guiding her between
himself and Daniel, turning her so that she was facing Daniel.
Daniel’s hands joined Cameron’s, all four sticking to fairly tame touching of
skin already bared by the sundress she wore. Then Daniel’s lips touched hers,
his body moving to press her against Cameron’s behind her. “Rumor has it, you
like to be controlled.” Cameron whispered as his hands settled around her waist
and pulled her back, tilting her off balance.
Daniel’s lips followed, then moved over her chin, to her ear…then she could
feel him kissing Cameron over her shoulder. His hands slid down her arms,
taking her hands and lifting them over her head where Cameron took them,
putting them behind her head and holding them.
Daniel’s blue eyes raked over her and she felt her body respond, felt a heat
rush through her and into her groin. His eyes held her, while his hands
smoothed over her breasts, making her nipples hard even through the clothing
that separated them. His smile was wicked as his hands continued, over her
belly. Her breath hitched as his hand disappeared beneath her skirt, his lips
claiming hers as his long, nimble fingers skimmed over her panties, already
damp with her unexpected desire. Cameron held her off balance, kissing and
nipping at her shoulders as the heel of Daniel’s hand pressed against her clit,
grinding into her as her breathing stuttered.
One slender finger slipped under the cotton of her panties, sliding through her
slickness. Sam shuddered, her hips moving in an effort to get more…and Daniel
chuckled, removing his finger and bringing it glistening to feed to Cameron.
Sam watched as Cameron sucked his finger of her juices, holding her breath.
“You taste incredible.” Cameron whispered in her ear.
Daniel slid down to his knee, pushing aside the sides of her dress, unbuttoning
a few of the lower buttons that held it, his hands sliding up her inner thighs
to grasp at her panties, pulling them down until Cameron lifted her enough to
slide them off. Her eyes slid closed as his hands returned, rubbing into her
thighs, pulling her legs apart. His hot breath was electrifying as it
encompassed her clit and she moaned unexpectedly as his tongue touched her.
He licked through her slit, gathering her juices before using the end of that
tongue to flit across her clit and send her shuddering toward an orgasm. With a
chuckle that rumbled through her, Daniel laid claim to her clit, sucking it
into his mouth and his tongue to send sharp flicks across the tip of it, making
her rock against him.
“Just let it go.” Cameron whispered in her ear, his free hand slipping inside
her dress to play with her breast. She could feel his arousal pressed against
her and he rubbed it up and down in rhythm to Daniel’s sucking. He squeezed her
nipple as Daniel sucked in almost to the point of pain and she shook, her
orgasm rocking through her until her juices ran down her leg.
Daniel stood, kissing Cameron again to share her taste, and Sam groaned as
Daniel whispered to Cameron something she couldn’t quite hear, beyond the word
“Fuck.”
With her hands still behind her head, Cameron guided her toward the kitchen
table, bending her forward over it while Daniel arranged her legs, then flipped
up her skirt to expose her ass. Sam could see them, reflected in the sliding
glass window, shadowy images…ghosts doing things that would never happen in the
light of day.
She watched as Daniel unzippered Cameron’s jeans, pushing jeans and underwear
to his knees, exposing his hard cock and before more could be said, guiding
that cock toward her. She gasped as he touched her, rubbing the head of Cameron’s
cock through her slit and up to her still throbbing clit, then back again.
Cameron groaned as he started to slide inside of her, moving slowly under
Daniel’s direction. As he moved back out, Sam could feel Daniel’s hand on her
ass, could see his finger making contact with Cameron’s cock as he pushed back
in.
Cameron set a slow pace, agonizing as Sam’s body still hummed from the previous
orgasm and craved more. Cameron’s hands still held her hands behind her head
while he thrust slowly into her, pausing at the end of each stroke, his cock
filling her.
Daniel’s hand left her and she heard another zipper. A quick glance to the
reflection and she couldn’t breathe. Daniel stood behind Cameron, his cock
pointing out of his jeans as he stroked it. She could see his hand on Cameron’s
back…guiding him forward as he pushed inside of her, holding him bent slightly
over her as his fingers rubbed across his ass cheeks, opening them…his cock
moving closer.
Cameron’s eyes closed, his expression slack as Daniel pushed into him. Sam
watched as Daniel slowly withdrew, almost completely, and Cameron followed
suit, pulling out of her. Then Daniel pressed inward, and Cameron pressed
inward and it was as if she was being fucked by both at once…agonizingly slow
as their movements fed one another and Cameron finally let her hands free so
that he could brace himself on the table and keep from falling on top of her as
Daniel’s movements became more forceful.
Sam put her hands beneath her, using them for leverage to press back into
Cameron as he fucked her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off their reflection,
could help watching as Daniel slammed into Cameron and Cameron’s face
registered a level of arousal she couldn’t believe…and then she felt it
starting…a second orgasm, her body grabbing Cameron as her pussy spasmed, and
he groaned long and low, grabbing her hips to pull her more strongly onto him.
“Fuck!”
She felt him go still as he came, then felt them rock one more time as Daniel
finished with a final thrust.
“Sam.” Hands were on her back, hot hands, rubbing in circles. “Sam, wake up.”
She shot up, groaning as muscles burned. Her eyes shot around the room
frantically. She was still in her lab, asleep with her head on the desk. Vala
stood beside her. “Vala?”
“You fell asleep.”
“I got that.”
“You were dreaming.”
“I-I know.” Sam said a little shakily, remembering the dream. She was going to
need a shower and a change of clothes, at least one of those orgasms in her
dreams had found its way to her body.
“It sounded like a good dream.”
Sam shot a look at her. “How long have you been standing there?”
Vala’s smile was wide and cocky. “Long enough.”
Sam groaned and dropped her head back onto her folded arms. “It’s all your
fault.”
If anything that made Vala smile bigger. “Oh, so all of that moaning was to do
with me?”
Sam’s head came up again, and then she stood. “No…just…you and your
rumors….I—its driving me crazy.”
“Not my rumors. I just told you what I’d heard.”
“Did you want something?” Sam decided to change topics for safeties sake.
“What?”
“You are here, in my lab. Did you want something?”
“Oh, no. Just came to check on you.”
“I’m not a child Vala. I don’t need you to check on me.”
“Funny, that’s what Daniel said.”
Sam rolled her eyes and stepped away. “Go away Vala, I have work to do.”
Vala followed, her steps bouncy. “Maybe I can help.”
Sam sighed in exasperation, her steps quickening as she neared the locker room.
“I doubt that.” She burst into the locker room, grateful to find it empty. She
opened her locker and pulled off her tank top, then started on her pants before
she realized that Vala was still beside her, sitting on the bench, watching.
“Vala, what is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Could I please just take a shower in peace?”
“Is that what you really want?”
Sam sighed and turned back to her locker, dropping her watch into it. She
started as Vala grabbed her from behind, pushing back. They struggled for a
minute, before Vala got her turned around and pressed against the locker. As
Sam opened her mouth to protest Vala kissed her and Sam found herself kissing
back. Vala pinned her hands behind her, pressed into the metal door of the
locker behind her.
Vala pulled back slightly, “Is it?”
“What?”
“What you want?”
“Want?”
Vala’s hand slid over the bare skin of Sam’s stomach, then down into the open
pants, cupping her hand over damp panties. “I…ah…want…” Sam gasped as a finger
slid under the cotton. She no longer had a clue what she wanted.
Vala’s lips traveled over the skin of Sam’s chest, flirting with the edges of
her bra, while Vala’s finger strummed under her panties. “Vala…”
“Hmmm…?” Vala brought her face up to Sam’s, centimeters from touching, watching
the color rise as she stroked against her clit incessantly and Sam’s hips began
to rock against her.
“I—oh—someone—someone’s going to see…”
“No one’s here.” Vala murmured in her ear. Sam jerked as Vala changed the
rhythm with which she glided her finger over Sam’s clit and added a foray into
her wetness, not quite to penetration before she returned to pressing, stroking
and pinching.
“I—“ Sam’s eyes closed, her breathing erratic. Images played in her head, of
Daniel and Cameron and Jack and Janet and others…images of sexual situations
that had never happened, that she had never though much about until
Vala…”Oh…god…Vala….”
She was coming, and Vala didn’t let up, her fingers making Sam’s thighs quake
as it built up within and surged through her…stronger than any she could
remember…She almost cried when Vala’s hand moved away, sliding out of her pants
as Vala took a step back, slowly raising her hand to lick at. “Look at
you…you’re a mess.”
“Vala, I—“ Sam started, her face flushed.
Vala’s kiss stopped her, strong, commanding. “You smell like sex.” Vala
whispered. “You better get that shower.”
Sam closed her eyes, breathing through her mess of tangled emotions to find her
balance. When she opened them, Vala was gone. “This is not what I need right
now,” she muttered as she stripped the rest of her clothes from her body and
headed for the showers.
**
The End **
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