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helenish talked about John Sheppard as a lover. thefourthvine then made a pollabout how our favourite characters are as lovers, when they are in bed with us (where, of course, they'd all want to be. At least in mine, because I'm Mary, Mary Sue).
I haven't really fantasized much about sex with characters before. I'm usually more focused on how the characters are with each other. So the poll actually made me think (that's new), and then it surprised me by finding out that Teal'c and Cameron would be better in bed (for me) than Jack and Daniel. I guess I'm such an J/D OTP girl that I can't even imagine having good sex with either of them. Okay, it was good, but not that good.
Now that I've mentioned sex and bed and Jack and Daniel a couple of times, I'm sure you want to know more about my sexual adventures with various fannish characters. So here's what I came up with.
Stargate
Jack
Jack is the kind of guy you bump into on a cold Washington night, when he has sort of lost his way but would never admit it ("I've been to other planets and have always found my way back, I'm not getting lost in the middle of Washington!"). Since you literally bumped into him and he had to help you to your feet and collect whatever you had in your purse,you are already a bit taken by him. He looks good, all tall and powerful in his dress blues. He manages to ask you for the way to wherever he is ging so sneaky that you don't even notice, then he asks you if he can invite you for a drink in the Irish Pub just around the corner later, to make up for the collision. You hear yourself saying yes, because how could you not, with the way he smiles at you, and then you find yourself in the pub, waiting for him, because you can still see his smile.
When he comes, he doesn't wear his dress uniform anymore and he looks a lot older. But he is charming, says all the right things, he is not wearing a ring and since it was pretty clear from the beginning where this would go, you let him take you home. Which turns out to be a big, but very unpersonal appartment with almost no furniture and a telescope on the balcony, which must be rather useless in the middle of Washington. He offers you a drink and you walk around his appartment for a moment, trying to come up with some small talk.The only pictures you can see are of a blond woman, a huge guy with incredibly ugly hawaii shirt and a distracted looking younger man, who is alone or with Jack in a few pictures. You think he looks too old to be Jack's son, but you don't have time to take a closer look, because apparently small talk time is over.
Jack knows how to kiss. He also knows where to touch you, all the right places. It doesn't take you long to get out of your clothes (you wonder why you put on the red lace, if he doesn't give it a second look). Then you stop wondering, because he does things with his mouths that are probably illegal in most countries. He isn't really interested in you blowing him, which is just as fine for you, but he likes kissing, your lips, your neck, your breasts.... He isn't perfect, but he is as close to perfect as you have gotten in a while, and you want to keep that memory. Repeating it, even if it were exactly the same, could never be this good. That's why you aren't disappointed when he doesn't insist that you stay the night, and when he doesn't ask for your number. He gives you one last kiss at the door before you leave, but you are interupted by the phone. The answering machine picks up "Hey Jack, it's me, Daniel. I know you are there, so pick up."
"I should get that." he says and closes the door.
Daniel
Daniel is your neighbour. He is also one of the best looking men you've ever seen in real life (TV doesn't count as real life, you tell yourself firmly). You can't really figure out what he's doing or even what kind of person he is, but he seems normal enough and when he is gone (he's gone a lot), he lets you use his parking space for friends who visit you. In return, you bring him cookies and bread when you bake and have five minute talks with him in the hallway between your appartments.
So you are really surprised when he invites you in for coffee one day. He is charming, and the new, short hair cut bring his eyes out, the bluest eyes, that you never fully appreciated before. They seem to sparkle in the sun that falls in through the huge glass doors. He tells you a story about ancient germanic burial rituals and you decide never to ask him about the cover story on one of his magazines again. But his coffee is spectacular, so you sit in the sun and sip it slowly, listening to him, and you manage not to drop your coffee cup when he suddenly stops talking and kisses you.
Daniel seems to be good at multitasking, he somehow manages to take you cup outof your hand, put it on the coffee table while kissing your neck and opening your shirt. His hand holds your neck in just the right way and you don't even think about protesting.
He stops kissing you for just a moment and smiling at you, asks "Is this alright?". You are a bit slow with men sometimes, but even you aren't stupid enough to run away from the hottest guy you've met in, well, ever, so you kiss him as an answer, and he pulls you up and takes you to his bedroom.
The first thing you notice there is the picture of another woman on his bedside table. You didn't mean to stare, but he noticed.
"My wife" he says and takes the picture in his hand. "She...died."
"I am so sorry" you start to say, but he interrupts you by kissing you again while he puts the picture back, face down. You want to protest, you can't have sex with someone who has a picture of his dead wife next to his bed, but Daniel seems determined and he is very very convincing.
The sex that follows is good. It should have been fabulous, he has incredible hands and he is very focused on you, making you feel sexy and special like you haven't felt in a long time. It's only when he keeps his eyes closed for a long time after he comes, that you notice the third person who has been in bed with you all along.
In the weeks that follows, you don't bake as many cookies as you used to, and he never seems to be home when you bring them to him.
Sam
You meet Sam in a bar (cliché.) She is wearing leather (cliché) and she offers to take you home on her bike (cliché). You aren't really into these butch, lesbian girls, but her body is feminine and hot enough for you and from the few sentences you've exchanged with her, you can tell that she is a lot smarter than other girls you've meet this way. Besides, you like the bike (yes, you have your clichés as well).
You feel her breasts through her leather jacket on the ride to her house and she reaches back to stroke your tigh. With that, the vibrations from the bike and all the leather, you are turned on not just a little bit when you finally arive at her home, which looks more like her parents than hers, but you don't care or ask. She doesn't touch you again outside, so you throw her against the door as soon as you've entered. She kisses you back enthusiastically for a moment, than she struggles free.
"Let me just close the blinds", she says.
Suspicious of the neighbours much?, you think, but then she is back already, kissing you determinedly and dragging you to her bedroom. More wild kisses, but when you are both naked, things slow down considerably. Sam seems to wait for you to do something and you know you are waiting for her.
"Want to tie me up?" you ask, and her eyes become huge.
"I don't have..." you can see her brain work very fast, searching for something to tie you up with.
"I could go into the basement and see if I still have..." Now your eyes become huge. She seems to be seriously considering leaving the bed in order to complete the task you gave her.
You kiss her breasts and then tell her not to worry. She seems unsure, but when you pull her down onto the bed with you again and hold her hands together at their wrists (to keep her from running to the basement), she stops thinking about whatever bondage gear she has in the basement (you bet she was about the get the electrical candles from the christmas decoration). Be the way she moans when you hold her hands above her head and push her down a little, you know that letting her tie you up was the wrong decision all along. You let go of her hands soon to be able to reach more of her with your fingers, and you manage to have decent sex with her. Not great, but good enough. Besides, she is hot and you like her bike.
Vala
"Hello. I am Andrea." She is tall, beautiful, with long black hair and has the weirdest accent when she says her name. She snatched the olive out of your dry martini, does something indecent with her lips when she swallows it and shows you a brilliant smile full of perfect, white teeth, that doesn't reach her eyes.
"I want to have sex with you."
You are tempted to look around to make sure that she is really talking to you. It rarely happens that you don't know what to say, but you have no idea how to react.
"Uhm...okay?" you finally say.
She is still smiling.
"Good" she says and walks to the bathrooms.
Carefully and confused, you follow her, to find two furious girls leaving the bathroom, clutching their purses.
From inside, "Andrea" smiles her smile at you.
You never had a quickie in a public bathroom before. You hate having sex standing up, find the idea that someone could discover you turns you off rather than on, and you try not to look at the floor too closely. Or at all.
But while your brain is still trying to figure out what the hell you are doing here, "Andrea" already has your body on the edge. She plays with it like the expert she doubtlessly is. You manage to squeeze a hand into her ridiculously tight leather pants and she moans into your ear, shutting your brain up effectively.
"Wait", she groans and opens her pants, sliding them down her legs a little. You want to drop down to your knees for her, but she has other ideas, directing your hands where she wants them to go, putting hers where she wants them to be. When you both come, you are aware that none of this is your doing.
"Well, that was nice." she says, smoothing her hair back. She is barely out of breath and looks as if she was just in here to powder her nose.
You glance at the mirror and see a dihevelled something with hair that is standing in every direction look back at you.
"Bye then", she says, giving you one more smile full of teeth before the door falls close behind her. You are still shaking and out of breath when you try to pull your hair together in a ponytail, to try to look a little bit less like you just had sex in a public bathroom.
Someone enters and you leave before they can take a closer look at you. Your eyes look for silky black hair, and you finally find her sitting at a table at the back of the pub with three men. She waves at you and one of them hands her a twenty dollar bill.
You sit down at the bar, order another Martini and, closing your eyes and concentrating on how good your body feels, decide that you don't care.
Cameron
You aren't quite sure how you've ended up in bed with this guy. It was one of those evenings, out with friends, dancing, drinks lots of laughter. And guys. This one guy, whose eyes are so intense that you almost couldn't look him in the eye when he started flirting with him, for fear that you'd blush like a schoolgirl. Which you probably did, when he laid his hand on your cheek and turned you so he could kiss you. "Why don't we go home", he says with an almost boyish smile.
Yes, why don't we, you thought, and there you are now.
He is good. You can't believe how good he is. You can't remember the last time you laughed so much in bed, laughed and swore and moaned. Or when you've felt so wanted. Cameron, there is no doubt, likes women, and at the moment you are the one who is benefiting from his enthusiam. He can't seem to get enough of you and you surely can't get enough of him.
After what seems like hours, you finally sleep. He stays for breakfast, eggs, orange juice, coffee and sex on the kitchen counter.
"I'd like to see you again." he says before he leaves, and your heart makes a little jump.
You pretend that you are not waiting in front of the phone for three days, in which he never calls. Then you are sent to Antarctica, because some idiots tested their new fancy weapons systems there and you and your team have got to save some penguins.
Teal'c
Murray is your Tae Bo instructor. No, you still haven't learned how to spell that, you just like to do it because it allows you to be outside while exercising, and besides, you were distracted by the instructor. Who isn't really your instructor, but he is way better than the real one. And less talkative, too. He has a way of touching you to show you the right positions that is incredibly appropriate and polite, never crowding you, always always professional. There is not even a hint that he is interested in you.
It's driving you crazy.
You know that you have to hurry, otherwise the blonde two rows in front of you, who is just now shaking her ass into your direction, will have him, so you ask if you can invite him for a drink after one of the lessons.
"I would be honored", he says and you decide to keep him right then.
He orders the girliest anti-alcoholic cocktail on the menue, with ten fruits and two (!) little paper parasols. You order a green tea.
"So, you like fruits?" you ask, because you can't really think of anything else to say and there really are a lot of fruit in his drink.
Turns out he knows a lot about every one of them, but he manages to say it in just a few words.
He generally doesn't talk much, but he seems to like to listen to you, so you talk. It's so rare that you meet a man who not only listens, but who is also interested. Okay, sometimes Murray's questions are a bit weird, as if he doesn't really know much about your country, but then, he is from somewhere you've never heard of before, and you enjoy being able to tell him about your customs. Although it's sometimes hard to tell if he isn't making fun of you, but he never lets you wonder long, and you can't keep yourself from laughing with him.
One day he finally asks "Will you come home with me?".
Instead of kissing you as soon as you are through the door, he takes you by your hand and leads you to his bedroom. "Please sit." he says and gently places you on the bed, while he lights the dangerous amount of candles which are all around the room.
Watching him in the candle light that slowly lightens up the room, waiting for him to finish, you already feel special.
You wonder what underwear you put on this morning.
He undresses you gently, kissing every inch of you. Only when you are completely naked he kisses you on the mouth and you want it never to end. Somehow he has gotten naked, too, you didn't even notice when. The room is warm and Murray is beautiful in the candle light. You cannot stop stroking his muscles and marveling at the way they move under his skin. You feel like you are in a dream and you cannot stop yourself from trembling a little when he finally enters you.
"Murray", you say, because it's all your brain can come up with and you just have to say something or you will explode with feeling.
"Teal'c." He kisses your ear.
"Call me Teal'c."
So you do.
Uhm, this has gotten a bit longer than I thought it would be, so for now, it's only SG-1. Let me know if you are interested in other fandoms or specific characters.
helenish talked about John Sheppard as a lover. thefourthvine then made a pollabout how our favourite characters are as lovers, when they are in bed with us (where, of course, they'd all want to be. At least in mine, because I'm Mary, Mary Sue).I haven't really fantasized much about sex with characters before. I'm usually more focused on how the characters are with each other. So the poll actually made me think (that's new), and then it surprised me by finding out that Teal'c and Cameron would be better in bed (for me) than Jack and Daniel. I guess I'm such an J/D OTP girl that I can't even imagine having good sex with either of them. Okay, it was good, but not that good.
Now that I've mentioned sex and bed and Jack and Daniel a couple of times, I'm sure you want to know more about my sexual adventures with various fannish characters. So here's what I came up with.
Stargate
Jack
Jack is the kind of guy you bump into on a cold Washington night, when he has sort of lost his way but would never admit it ("I've been to other planets and have always found my way back, I'm not getting lost in the middle of Washington!"). Since you literally bumped into him and he had to help you to your feet and collect whatever you had in your purse,you are already a bit taken by him. He looks good, all tall and powerful in his dress blues. He manages to ask you for the way to wherever he is ging so sneaky that you don't even notice, then he asks you if he can invite you for a drink in the Irish Pub just around the corner later, to make up for the collision. You hear yourself saying yes, because how could you not, with the way he smiles at you, and then you find yourself in the pub, waiting for him, because you can still see his smile.
When he comes, he doesn't wear his dress uniform anymore and he looks a lot older. But he is charming, says all the right things, he is not wearing a ring and since it was pretty clear from the beginning where this would go, you let him take you home. Which turns out to be a big, but very unpersonal appartment with almost no furniture and a telescope on the balcony, which must be rather useless in the middle of Washington. He offers you a drink and you walk around his appartment for a moment, trying to come up with some small talk.The only pictures you can see are of a blond woman, a huge guy with incredibly ugly hawaii shirt and a distracted looking younger man, who is alone or with Jack in a few pictures. You think he looks too old to be Jack's son, but you don't have time to take a closer look, because apparently small talk time is over.
Jack knows how to kiss. He also knows where to touch you, all the right places. It doesn't take you long to get out of your clothes (you wonder why you put on the red lace, if he doesn't give it a second look). Then you stop wondering, because he does things with his mouths that are probably illegal in most countries. He isn't really interested in you blowing him, which is just as fine for you, but he likes kissing, your lips, your neck, your breasts.... He isn't perfect, but he is as close to perfect as you have gotten in a while, and you want to keep that memory. Repeating it, even if it were exactly the same, could never be this good. That's why you aren't disappointed when he doesn't insist that you stay the night, and when he doesn't ask for your number. He gives you one last kiss at the door before you leave, but you are interupted by the phone. The answering machine picks up "Hey Jack, it's me, Daniel. I know you are there, so pick up."
"I should get that." he says and closes the door.
Daniel
Daniel is your neighbour. He is also one of the best looking men you've ever seen in real life (TV doesn't count as real life, you tell yourself firmly). You can't really figure out what he's doing or even what kind of person he is, but he seems normal enough and when he is gone (he's gone a lot), he lets you use his parking space for friends who visit you. In return, you bring him cookies and bread when you bake and have five minute talks with him in the hallway between your appartments.
So you are really surprised when he invites you in for coffee one day. He is charming, and the new, short hair cut bring his eyes out, the bluest eyes, that you never fully appreciated before. They seem to sparkle in the sun that falls in through the huge glass doors. He tells you a story about ancient germanic burial rituals and you decide never to ask him about the cover story on one of his magazines again. But his coffee is spectacular, so you sit in the sun and sip it slowly, listening to him, and you manage not to drop your coffee cup when he suddenly stops talking and kisses you.
Daniel seems to be good at multitasking, he somehow manages to take you cup outof your hand, put it on the coffee table while kissing your neck and opening your shirt. His hand holds your neck in just the right way and you don't even think about protesting.
He stops kissing you for just a moment and smiling at you, asks "Is this alright?". You are a bit slow with men sometimes, but even you aren't stupid enough to run away from the hottest guy you've met in, well, ever, so you kiss him as an answer, and he pulls you up and takes you to his bedroom.
The first thing you notice there is the picture of another woman on his bedside table. You didn't mean to stare, but he noticed.
"My wife" he says and takes the picture in his hand. "She...died."
"I am so sorry" you start to say, but he interrupts you by kissing you again while he puts the picture back, face down. You want to protest, you can't have sex with someone who has a picture of his dead wife next to his bed, but Daniel seems determined and he is very very convincing.
The sex that follows is good. It should have been fabulous, he has incredible hands and he is very focused on you, making you feel sexy and special like you haven't felt in a long time. It's only when he keeps his eyes closed for a long time after he comes, that you notice the third person who has been in bed with you all along.
In the weeks that follows, you don't bake as many cookies as you used to, and he never seems to be home when you bring them to him.
Sam
You meet Sam in a bar (cliché.) She is wearing leather (cliché) and she offers to take you home on her bike (cliché). You aren't really into these butch, lesbian girls, but her body is feminine and hot enough for you and from the few sentences you've exchanged with her, you can tell that she is a lot smarter than other girls you've meet this way. Besides, you like the bike (yes, you have your clichés as well).
You feel her breasts through her leather jacket on the ride to her house and she reaches back to stroke your tigh. With that, the vibrations from the bike and all the leather, you are turned on not just a little bit when you finally arive at her home, which looks more like her parents than hers, but you don't care or ask. She doesn't touch you again outside, so you throw her against the door as soon as you've entered. She kisses you back enthusiastically for a moment, than she struggles free.
"Let me just close the blinds", she says.
Suspicious of the neighbours much?, you think, but then she is back already, kissing you determinedly and dragging you to her bedroom. More wild kisses, but when you are both naked, things slow down considerably. Sam seems to wait for you to do something and you know you are waiting for her.
"Want to tie me up?" you ask, and her eyes become huge.
"I don't have..." you can see her brain work very fast, searching for something to tie you up with.
"I could go into the basement and see if I still have..." Now your eyes become huge. She seems to be seriously considering leaving the bed in order to complete the task you gave her.
You kiss her breasts and then tell her not to worry. She seems unsure, but when you pull her down onto the bed with you again and hold her hands together at their wrists (to keep her from running to the basement), she stops thinking about whatever bondage gear she has in the basement (you bet she was about the get the electrical candles from the christmas decoration). Be the way she moans when you hold her hands above her head and push her down a little, you know that letting her tie you up was the wrong decision all along. You let go of her hands soon to be able to reach more of her with your fingers, and you manage to have decent sex with her. Not great, but good enough. Besides, she is hot and you like her bike.
Vala
"Hello. I am Andrea." She is tall, beautiful, with long black hair and has the weirdest accent when she says her name. She snatched the olive out of your dry martini, does something indecent with her lips when she swallows it and shows you a brilliant smile full of perfect, white teeth, that doesn't reach her eyes.
"I want to have sex with you."
You are tempted to look around to make sure that she is really talking to you. It rarely happens that you don't know what to say, but you have no idea how to react.
"Uhm...okay?" you finally say.
She is still smiling.
"Good" she says and walks to the bathrooms.
Carefully and confused, you follow her, to find two furious girls leaving the bathroom, clutching their purses.
From inside, "Andrea" smiles her smile at you.
You never had a quickie in a public bathroom before. You hate having sex standing up, find the idea that someone could discover you turns you off rather than on, and you try not to look at the floor too closely. Or at all.
But while your brain is still trying to figure out what the hell you are doing here, "Andrea" already has your body on the edge. She plays with it like the expert she doubtlessly is. You manage to squeeze a hand into her ridiculously tight leather pants and she moans into your ear, shutting your brain up effectively.
"Wait", she groans and opens her pants, sliding them down her legs a little. You want to drop down to your knees for her, but she has other ideas, directing your hands where she wants them to go, putting hers where she wants them to be. When you both come, you are aware that none of this is your doing.
"Well, that was nice." she says, smoothing her hair back. She is barely out of breath and looks as if she was just in here to powder her nose.
You glance at the mirror and see a dihevelled something with hair that is standing in every direction look back at you.
"Bye then", she says, giving you one more smile full of teeth before the door falls close behind her. You are still shaking and out of breath when you try to pull your hair together in a ponytail, to try to look a little bit less like you just had sex in a public bathroom.
Someone enters and you leave before they can take a closer look at you. Your eyes look for silky black hair, and you finally find her sitting at a table at the back of the pub with three men. She waves at you and one of them hands her a twenty dollar bill.
You sit down at the bar, order another Martini and, closing your eyes and concentrating on how good your body feels, decide that you don't care.
Cameron
You aren't quite sure how you've ended up in bed with this guy. It was one of those evenings, out with friends, dancing, drinks lots of laughter. And guys. This one guy, whose eyes are so intense that you almost couldn't look him in the eye when he started flirting with him, for fear that you'd blush like a schoolgirl. Which you probably did, when he laid his hand on your cheek and turned you so he could kiss you. "Why don't we go home", he says with an almost boyish smile.
Yes, why don't we, you thought, and there you are now.
He is good. You can't believe how good he is. You can't remember the last time you laughed so much in bed, laughed and swore and moaned. Or when you've felt so wanted. Cameron, there is no doubt, likes women, and at the moment you are the one who is benefiting from his enthusiam. He can't seem to get enough of you and you surely can't get enough of him.
After what seems like hours, you finally sleep. He stays for breakfast, eggs, orange juice, coffee and sex on the kitchen counter.
"I'd like to see you again." he says before he leaves, and your heart makes a little jump.
You pretend that you are not waiting in front of the phone for three days, in which he never calls. Then you are sent to Antarctica, because some idiots tested their new fancy weapons systems there and you and your team have got to save some penguins.
Teal'c
Murray is your Tae Bo instructor. No, you still haven't learned how to spell that, you just like to do it because it allows you to be outside while exercising, and besides, you were distracted by the instructor. Who isn't really your instructor, but he is way better than the real one. And less talkative, too. He has a way of touching you to show you the right positions that is incredibly appropriate and polite, never crowding you, always always professional. There is not even a hint that he is interested in you.
It's driving you crazy.
You know that you have to hurry, otherwise the blonde two rows in front of you, who is just now shaking her ass into your direction, will have him, so you ask if you can invite him for a drink after one of the lessons.
"I would be honored", he says and you decide to keep him right then.
He orders the girliest anti-alcoholic cocktail on the menue, with ten fruits and two (!) little paper parasols. You order a green tea.
"So, you like fruits?" you ask, because you can't really think of anything else to say and there really are a lot of fruit in his drink.
Turns out he knows a lot about every one of them, but he manages to say it in just a few words.
He generally doesn't talk much, but he seems to like to listen to you, so you talk. It's so rare that you meet a man who not only listens, but who is also interested. Okay, sometimes Murray's questions are a bit weird, as if he doesn't really know much about your country, but then, he is from somewhere you've never heard of before, and you enjoy being able to tell him about your customs. Although it's sometimes hard to tell if he isn't making fun of you, but he never lets you wonder long, and you can't keep yourself from laughing with him.
One day he finally asks "Will you come home with me?".
Instead of kissing you as soon as you are through the door, he takes you by your hand and leads you to his bedroom. "Please sit." he says and gently places you on the bed, while he lights the dangerous amount of candles which are all around the room.
Watching him in the candle light that slowly lightens up the room, waiting for him to finish, you already feel special.
You wonder what underwear you put on this morning.
He undresses you gently, kissing every inch of you. Only when you are completely naked he kisses you on the mouth and you want it never to end. Somehow he has gotten naked, too, you didn't even notice when. The room is warm and Murray is beautiful in the candle light. You cannot stop stroking his muscles and marveling at the way they move under his skin. You feel like you are in a dream and you cannot stop yourself from trembling a little when he finally enters you.
"Murray", you say, because it's all your brain can come up with and you just have to say something or you will explode with feeling.
"Teal'c." He kisses your ear.
"Call me Teal'c."
So you do.
Uhm, this has gotten a bit longer than I thought it would be, so for now, it's only SG-1. Let me know if you are interested in other fandoms or specific characters.
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