[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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[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.