[George] The Hunter Hunted
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crossing_lostrpWho: George
Where: Medical Facility, in the hallway (initially); George's room
When: Day 23, Afternoon (initially); after dinner
Invited: Captain Jack Harkness
Status: Complete
"Hey, Capt--Jack," George said, ducking into the hallway in pursuit of him. (What am I doing?)
Jack stopped and turned around. "Hey--George! What's up?" He lit up with that disarming smile of his. His eyes raked George with the same cheerful lechery he brought to every conversation with, well--everybody, as far as George could tell.
George was on the verge of saying "Nothing," but she didn't. "I," she said, "uh." Jack's eyebrow starting drifting upward and his grin got even wider.
(Think of something!) George told herself. "You, uh, you traveled with the Doctor and Rose, right?"
"Briefly," Jack said.
"Yeah," George said. She felt herself wilting under Jack's gaze. "...huh."
"Is there something you wanted, George?" Jack asked. Christ, he was enjoying this. That damn grin, which had seemed charming a moment ago, was beginning to get on her nerves. George narrowed her eyes. Jack's eyes practically danced.
"Did you ever d-do it," George asked, wincing at her verbal stumble but pushing on, "with--" but there her courage gave out.
Jack had the temerity to look scandalized, if only for effect. "With Rose? Or the Doctor? Both? One at a time or both together? Is that what you're asking?" He stepped a little closer, crowding George just a little. "I'm given to understand that in this time and place--well, the time and place you usually inhabit, not this island--a gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell."
He grinned again and George felt her anger rising. That was good. Anger was good. Empowering. She could work with that.
"But I'm no gentleman, so--not a problem," Jack continued. "Still, you need to be more specific if you want useful answers. What exactly do you want to know, George?"
"What do I want to know?" George demanded. This time she moved forward, invading his personal space. She pointed him fiercely in the chest with her forefinger. "I'll tell you what I want to know," she said, pushing with her finger.
Jack took a step back and George moved with him, crowding him. "You talk a good game," George said, edging forward. Jack stepped back, and bumped against the corridor wall. George didn't give herself time to think about it; she stepped forward again, pressing herself against him. "Question is," George said, meeting his gaze, "are you all talk, or what?"
Where: Medical Facility, in the hallway (initially); George's room
When: Day 23, Afternoon (initially); after dinner
Invited: Captain Jack Harkness
Status: Complete
"Hey, Capt--Jack," George said, ducking into the hallway in pursuit of him. (What am I doing?)
Jack stopped and turned around. "Hey--George! What's up?" He lit up with that disarming smile of his. His eyes raked George with the same cheerful lechery he brought to every conversation with, well--everybody, as far as George could tell.
George was on the verge of saying "Nothing," but she didn't. "I," she said, "uh." Jack's eyebrow starting drifting upward and his grin got even wider.
(Think of something!) George told herself. "You, uh, you traveled with the Doctor and Rose, right?"
"Briefly," Jack said.
"Yeah," George said. She felt herself wilting under Jack's gaze. "...huh."
"Is there something you wanted, George?" Jack asked. Christ, he was enjoying this. That damn grin, which had seemed charming a moment ago, was beginning to get on her nerves. George narrowed her eyes. Jack's eyes practically danced.
"Did you ever d-do it," George asked, wincing at her verbal stumble but pushing on, "with--" but there her courage gave out.
Jack had the temerity to look scandalized, if only for effect. "With Rose? Or the Doctor? Both? One at a time or both together? Is that what you're asking?" He stepped a little closer, crowding George just a little. "I'm given to understand that in this time and place--well, the time and place you usually inhabit, not this island--a gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell."
He grinned again and George felt her anger rising. That was good. Anger was good. Empowering. She could work with that.
"But I'm no gentleman, so--not a problem," Jack continued. "Still, you need to be more specific if you want useful answers. What exactly do you want to know, George?"
"What do I want to know?" George demanded. This time she moved forward, invading his personal space. She pointed him fiercely in the chest with her forefinger. "I'll tell you what I want to know," she said, pushing with her finger.
Jack took a step back and George moved with him, crowding him. "You talk a good game," George said, edging forward. Jack stepped back, and bumped against the corridor wall. George didn't give herself time to think about it; she stepped forward again, pressing herself against him. "Question is," George said, meeting his gaze, "are you all talk, or what?"
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[Jack] Heat and friction
Date: 2006-11-11 01:22 am (UTC)The rocking of George’s hips was deliciously distracting, the minx. But it felt too damn good to stop yet.
One hand slid up her back, over her shirt, following her spine until his fingers wove into her hair, the strands silky and cool against his flesh. He pulled gently, guiding her head back, making her arch just a but, pressing her breasts forward and against his chest.
His mouth moved from hers to trace hot kisses down her chin, along her throat, nuzzling into the dip where throat merged with sternum, using his nose as much as his lips to tantalize and sensitize.
He grinned as he felt her eager hands pulling at the hem of his plain white tee-shirt. She was trying to pull it up and off, but their current positioning, and his attentions, was hindering her progress. It was gratifying when her attempts faltered, and she lost the rhythm of her rocking hips as he found a sensitive spot.
He released her and backed off a bit so she could complete her self imposed goal and pull the shirt off him.
He felt the cool air against his skin, raising goose flesh. At this point all sensation was good. Maybe he’d teach her a bit about ice cubes and hot tea later.
“I’m feeling an uneven dispersion of clothing right now.” He knew his gaze was hungry. Right now he wanted to see George bared to him as well.
[George] Good clean dirty fun
Date: 2006-11-11 05:33 am (UTC)"That's not what I had in mind," Jack said, catching her hands and holding them.
George answered by leaning forward again and doing her best to turn the tables on him, rubbing her cheek against his, then kissing and nibbling and licking and tickling his neck and shoulder just the way he'd done to her. Jack seemed to like her efforts, to judge by the noises he was making. Even better, eventually he let go George's hands to grab at the hem of her t-shirt.
George slapped at his hands. "Hands off." Her voice was muffled by his skin, her lips currently being occupied with a slow, teasing approach to his nipple.
"You're killing me here, George," Jack groaned. He didn't really sound unhappy, though.
"Yeah, well..." George flicked her tongue across the nipple. "Grim Reaper here." Jack hissed and arched his back a little. George grinned and pinched it ever so delicately with her teeth.
Jack's hands clamped onto her ass. George sat up and peeled her t-shirt off and tossed it...somewhere. Then she dove in again to give him a fierce kiss, distracting his attention while she reached around behind herself to unhook her bra.
George peeled the bra off and tossed it in the general direction of her shirt. This involved a little writhing around to keep her mouth on his throughout the maneuver, but he didn't seem to mind. "Is that better?"
[Jack] Art appriciation
Date: 2006-11-12 01:56 am (UTC)Then she was naked from the waist up. Her pebbled nipples tracing an enticing pattern against him.
"Is that better?" She asked with a crooked smile.
He didn’t remember when he’d dug his fingers into the lovely roundness of her ass, but he gave another squeeze. Lovely.
He didn’t compare her to any other. That was inconsiderate, and no one ever really compared to anyone else. She was, simply, lovely. Pale skin, kissed by the sun on her face and arms, but not enough to leave any tan lines. Light freckles across her face, shoulders and upper chest seemed to highlight places to kiss.
“Mmmm… much. Still too many clothes in here. But unwrapping the present just heightens the appreciation of the gift.” He was enjoying the give and take of taking turns in the lead. He was all for cooperation.
His hands slid from her ass to up her sides, a sensual caress. He stopped just beneath her breasts, teasing them both. Because he did want to touch. Very much.
“Did I already mention I love a woman who knows what she wants? Bold and beautiful.” He breathed as he arched up against her again.
[George] Gimme
Date: 2006-11-12 02:18 am (UTC)She twisted back and forth a little, trying to urge Jack to move his hands to where they both wanted them to go. Jack was stubbornly refusing to cooperate. George made a little noise of frustration.
Jack's grin--that maddening grin that told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her (or not doing to her!)--got a little wider. "Bastard," she growled.
Well, there were other things she could do to occupy herself. She began unbuckling his belt and working on getting into his pants. "I guess I'll just have to entertain myself."
[Jack] Games people play
Date: 2006-11-18 04:05 pm (UTC)Jack kissed her again, wanting to taste more of her. She roused that hunger that was never quite satisfied, that itch that it was so sweet to scratch. He felt needful, throbbing, and demanding. Breaking the kiss he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her again.
His sensed were sharp, his sense of smell especially, not quite up to Ripley’s level, but much stronger than before Satellite Five.
He left her lips and buried his mouth against her throat again. He could not only feel, but taste her heartbeat there. He ran one slightly calloused hand back gown her side and around, to slip it under the band of her jeans, her panties. She was already straddling him.
His mouth traced over her shoulder as he managed to open her pants one handed. He pulled back to look at her, as she finally freed him from his own confining jeans… and the roughness of the zipper on the underside of him added more excitement than was expected right now. His left hand moved up, to cup her breast, thumb and forefinger gently rolling her hot, puckered nipple, even as his right hand slid beneath her panties, where she straddled him, to stroke lower.
She was wet and she bucked into his touch as he slowly circled, but didn’t touch that little center of nerves she was almost begging him to stroke. Her gasp was music to his ears.
Of course, delightfully demanding thing that she was, she paid him back with a hand wrapped around him, giving a squeeze and a stroke. He growled in response.
He dove in, taking a swollen nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before scraping sently with his teeth.
This was turning into a kind of competition, the kind where no one really loses.
[George] Enough games!
Date: 2006-11-20 11:07 pm (UTC)Jack's patient, teasing approach had a lot to recommend it, but George was feeling too impatient now to go along. She pushed off of the bed abruptly, gasping at the feel of Jack's teeth grazing her escaping nipple.
Jack looked faintly surprised, but he propped himself up on one elbow to watch her, his eyes glittering with interest. Inevitably (and probably entirely unconsciously) he took up a pose that George thought would be perfect for an X-rated calendar.
George hastily stripped off the rest of her clothes, kicking them aside impatiently, and then lunged at Jack again. She bowled over onto his back again. He made some laughing, lecherous comment but she wasn't listening. His hands found their way to her breasts, though, and that did get her attention.
George buried her face in the crook of his neck, eyes closed while she concentrated on the smell of his skin, and then the taste of it--and the feel of it on her tongue and between her teeth when she gave him a nip.
"George," Jack said. George bit him harder. Jack shivered and gave a little laugh, clearly enjoying her attentions. "George--" Jack said again. George bit a little harder, not qite breaking the skin, and growled.
She reached down between them to seize hold of Jack's undivided attention. Jack's hands stilled for just an instead and he throbbed in her hand. George stopped biting him and concentrated instead on aligning herself over him properly.
That involved some very exciting, slippery sensations. George hissed at the delightful feelings involved, but when she was sure of the positioning, she didn't hesitate. She was too eager for him now.
George pressed down with her hips, sliding over him, taking him in, shuddering at the feel of him. She raised her head enough to press her mouth to his ear. George hooked her arms around him, fists clenched, as she made inarticulate sounds of pleasure.
[Jack] A bit of excercise
Date: 2006-11-21 01:44 am (UTC)She made such sweet noises as well. Right in his ear to let him know when he was doing something very right. She was so wet and tight, and being a Reaper evidently meant no worries about side effects.
He thrust up into her , matching her movements before grabbing hold of her hips and pressing her tight to him, turning the tables in an expert move that didn’t interrupt a thing. Suddenly he was on top.
“So you want it hard and fast then?” He ground against her in the downstroke. “I can manage that."
Jack listened to her breathing, her little cries as he began to use sharp, forceful thrusts, one hand on her hip to steady her and the other sliding between them to stroke over her clit with each upstroke.
“Think you can remember my name, baby? I wanna hear you calling it.”
[George] Just don't stop!
Date: 2006-11-21 08:20 am (UTC)George clung to Jack, though she no longer feared falling. Now that Jack was finally fucking her--and God, he was good!--George didn't feel so frantic. She relaxed and let the pleasurable sensations roll through her body. She watched him through a haze of pleasure, letting Jack's efforts draw gasps and moans from her--they only excited him, which encouraged him to work even harder!
"Think you can remember my name, baby?" Jack asked her. George was trembling now, the ecstasy building. "I wanna hear you calling it," Jack said.
George grinned at Jack, feeling a laugh bubbling up. She felt herself on the knife edge of orgasm now. "Oh yeah," George said. She grinned at him devilishly. "Do me, Jeff! Do me!"
Jack stopped moving. "Jeff?" George groaned, frustrated--but insanely aroused.
George gave him a look of mock embarrassment. "Jim?" she said. George rocked her hips, trying to entice him. Jack was having none of it. "What's my name?" he asked.
"J-Joe?" George asked. She cupped the back of Jack's neck with one hand and tried to pull him down into a kiss. He resisted. He gave a single thrust of his hips.
George gasped and felt her toes curl. "What's my name?" Jack asked again.
George opened her mouth--and found she couldn't think of any other names. She wanted to tease him some more, but she couldn't think, couldn't do anything but give him what he wanted. "Jack," she whispered.
"What?" Jack said, drawing his hips back with excruciating slowness. "What's my name, George?"
"Jack!" George bellowed, unable to take it any longer. "Jack, it's Jack!" she cried and Jack began thrusting into her hard and fast. George pulled him down into a frantic open mouthed kiss, clutching at him convulsively, raking his back with her nails as she came.
Jack continued thrusting as George shuddered and moaned into his mouth, changing his rhythm when she began to relax, driving her over the edge once more, drawing out her pleasure and her silent screams.
[George] Snapshots
Date: 2006-11-23 02:00 am (UTC)Straddling Jack, all their hands occupied, she teased him contentedly for some time with only the movement of her hips. When Jack began to struggle, she slid down over him and began riding him in earnest. His climax was a glorious thing to behold.
* * *
George lay on her side, head propped in one hand, idling caressing Jack. He mirrored her position as they idly chatted about...all sorts of things. At least until George bit her lip and hissed when he slid a finger into her; she could tell that Jack was ready again too. Then they were joined at the hips (again) and off to the races.
* * *
George resisted when Jack tugged at her hair the first time. The second time, she glanced up questioningly, unable to speak. "George..." Jack said, a warning tone in his voice. The frantic look in his eyes was thrilling and she had to suppress a grin--it would interfere with her efforts.
* * *
It was the strangest--and by far the most enjoyable--conversation George had ever had. When Jack wasn't doing his best to make George scream--or vice versa--Jack caressed her legs, occasionally turning his head to kiss an ankle, as they talked, never letting her drop below a simmer.
Not that Jack wasn't having fun too. George hadn't thought guys were capable of that many orgasms, certainly not so frequently. But Jack had only grinned and said, "They've learned a few things by the 51st century, George. Let me show you one...."
* * *
George was glad that the surveillance cameras had been shut off. Streaking to the bathroom to shower had been silly fun. And though the risk of getting caught made it more exciting, actually getting caught would have been terribly embarrassing. But Jack's demonstration of just how much fun coed showering could be was memorable.
* * *
George pounced on Jack at least once during a catnap. He returned the favor. George woke lying on her tummy as Jack drew her hair out of her face and swooped in to nip at her ear even as he filled her up again. George gasped and clutched at the mattress--long since stripped of soaked sheets.
George was feeling hoarse by now, but she still worried that people could hear her. She didn't worry much, though. She didn't have the energy for it.