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misaffection) wrote2010-12-09 06:04 pm
misaffection) wrote2010-12-09 06:04 pm
Entry tags:
Lazy Daze | Stargate SG1: Sam/Baal
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Sam Carter, Baal
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Rating: FRT
Written for:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querulouspeg, who demanded snuggle!fic
Word Count: 454
A haze lies over sun-warmed grass, the heat of the day eased by the softest breeze. It is absolutely perfect and Sam doesn't want to move. This is largely down to the rather enthusiastic sex she's just had, the afterglow of which is still making her sleepy. Talking of which...
She stretches and then hitches onto one elbow, a smile curving her lips as she takes in the slumbering lithe body next to hers. The sun kisses Baal's tanned skin, turning it golden. She strokes a hand over the smooth, muscular chest and her smiles widens.
His eyes fly open as she pinches a nipple.
“You fell asleep,” she informs him.
“I was tired. Someone wore me out.”
Sam hooks a leg over his, snuggles down against his chest. “I thought Goa'ulds had the strength of many men,” she notes with a chuckle.
“They do, and good job too given how insatiable you are.”
She jerks up. “Excuse me? You started it!”
He grins at her. “Perhaps I did, but you were quick on the uptake.”
That much is true, she supposes and shrugs a shoulder.
“I find you very attractive,” she murmurs and slides her hand over his chest again. His eyes darken and she smirks. “Can't remember hearing you complaining that much.”
“I didn't.” He curves an arm around her, his hand landing on her ass. “I'm not now, except you're going to have to give me more than five minutes to recover.”
Sam sighs and settles her head on his chest again.
After a moment, she finds that it's pleasant to just lie there, enjoying the peace and quiet. The only sounds are the rustle of the breeze through the grass and the beat of his heart. Both lull her into a lazy daze and she closes her eyes.
“You know what?” she murmurs sleepily. “Snuggling's not so bad.”
Baal chuckles and draws a slow circle at the base of her spine with his thumb. “Indeed,” he intones. She giggles at the inflection and shifts her hand to his side, hugs him tightly.
“We ought to do this more often.”
“What, nothing?”
“Absolutely.”
His chest heaves as he inhales deeply. He lets it out on a very contented sounding sigh.
“Fine by me,” he says. “Can I get some sleep now?”
“Hm.”
“Good.”
Almost immediately his breathing slows and she envies that ability to just switch off. But the sun is warm on her skin, her body stated from sex, and it's not long before she finds herself sinking into slumber.
Yeah, they definitely need to take things slower more often.
Characters: Sam Carter, Baal
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Rating: FRT
Written for:
querulouspeg, who demanded snuggle!ficWord Count: 454
A haze lies over sun-warmed grass, the heat of the day eased by the softest breeze. It is absolutely perfect and Sam doesn't want to move. This is largely down to the rather enthusiastic sex she's just had, the afterglow of which is still making her sleepy. Talking of which...
She stretches and then hitches onto one elbow, a smile curving her lips as she takes in the slumbering lithe body next to hers. The sun kisses Baal's tanned skin, turning it golden. She strokes a hand over the smooth, muscular chest and her smiles widens.
His eyes fly open as she pinches a nipple.
“You fell asleep,” she informs him.
“I was tired. Someone wore me out.”
Sam hooks a leg over his, snuggles down against his chest. “I thought Goa'ulds had the strength of many men,” she notes with a chuckle.
“They do, and good job too given how insatiable you are.”
She jerks up. “Excuse me? You started it!”
He grins at her. “Perhaps I did, but you were quick on the uptake.”
That much is true, she supposes and shrugs a shoulder.
“I find you very attractive,” she murmurs and slides her hand over his chest again. His eyes darken and she smirks. “Can't remember hearing you complaining that much.”
“I didn't.” He curves an arm around her, his hand landing on her ass. “I'm not now, except you're going to have to give me more than five minutes to recover.”
Sam sighs and settles her head on his chest again.
After a moment, she finds that it's pleasant to just lie there, enjoying the peace and quiet. The only sounds are the rustle of the breeze through the grass and the beat of his heart. Both lull her into a lazy daze and she closes her eyes.
“You know what?” she murmurs sleepily. “Snuggling's not so bad.”
Baal chuckles and draws a slow circle at the base of her spine with his thumb. “Indeed,” he intones. She giggles at the inflection and shifts her hand to his side, hugs him tightly.
“We ought to do this more often.”
“What, nothing?”
“Absolutely.”
His chest heaves as he inhales deeply. He lets it out on a very contented sounding sigh.
“Fine by me,” he says. “Can I get some sleep now?”
“Hm.”
“Good.”
Almost immediately his breathing slows and she envies that ability to just switch off. But the sun is warm on her skin, her body stated from sex, and it's not long before she finds herself sinking into slumber.
Yeah, they definitely need to take things slower more often.