The Recording
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - MGM/Gekko/Double Secret own them.

Set whenever you want, I guess. Rated NC-17. If you're not old enough...shoo!

Erm, I was a bit distracted when I wrote this. Smut, inappropriate humour (from me)...yadda yadda. I don't care! ;)

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Sam glowered at him from the sofa, watching as he hesitantly walked closer.

Not for the first time, he had absolutely no idea what he'd done to piss her off. Well, this might have been a clich?, but if he couldn't figure it out for himself she wasn't about to tell him. She'd let him stew over it, wondering what he'd done.

It could have been that he'd left the toilet seat up, or squeezed from the middle of the toothpaste again.

Or, it could have been the fact that he'd taped over her favourite movie with The Simpsons.

It didn't matter than it was no doubt an accident. It didn't matter that if she loved the movie that much she really should have bought it on official video or DVD by now. Nope, all that mattered was that after an already particularly crappy day at work - a day, when she *needed* her favourite movie fix - she came home to discover that it was gone, replaced by Ned Flanders.

Not.

Impressed.

So he was studying her warily as he approached; knowing enough to know that he'd annoyed her, but knowing too little about just why.

Bastard.

The only thing he did seem to know one hundred percent, was that he had to make it up to her. And fast.

But when he sat down next to her and started kissing her neck, she pulled away, folding her arms tightly across her chest. There was no well in *hell* she was having sex with him tonight.

He wasn't about to give up so easily, moving until she couldn't help but meet his gaze...and when she did, she realised that wasn't quite what he had in mind. She didn't know specifically what it was he was planning, but as long as she wasn't expected to gratify him in any way...well, she was intrigued.

So she let him undress her, let him peel away her clothing; kiss her skin. And she had to admit after a while that it was quite erotic. Just sitting there, shifting only when it was absolutely necessary, doing as little as possible to encourage him (though dammit - her body simply *had* to learn that when her mind was pissed at him, it should be too), letting him do all the work...

Until he made her move. Really move. As in 'get up and turn around' move. Somehow, without saying a word (damn those eyes. Damn them!) he coerced her into turning around, and actually standing up on the sofa, her knees bent and pressing against the back.

Curious, she turned her head to the left, trying to see behind, trying to make sure that he wasn't getting any ideas about taking his clothes off.

Her idea about *his* idea was promptly blown out of the water when he sat on the sofa, and slid under her legs, his head resting against the back of the sofa.

Facing her body.

Ooooooohhhhhhh...

She was starting to think that this might have been a good idea. And just a few seconds later, when his mouth found her, it was a *wonderful* idea.

This was, officially, the best apology she'd ever received.

Sam's eyes closed, her teeth digging gently into the flesh of her lower lip. That felt really, *really*...when the roughness of his tongue suddenly moved over her clitoris, hard, she jerked, gasping, her body straightening up. Her hands flung out to the side when suddenly they were encased with something - his hands, holding on to her, holding her up.

It was quite the balancing act, especially with her knees feeling like they were about to give out completely (was this what his had felt like? No, no his knees could never have felt so damn good), but with their hands locked together she opened her eyes and lowered her head down, looking at where he was...

It was enough. With his head tipped back looking up at her, the movement of his mouth and tongue as they worked over and inside...just seeing that was enough to produce a moan that rivalled any she'd ever uttered; her eyes rolling back in her head, warmth flooding all the way through her body, pooling at her groin.

Encouraged, he evidently decided to re-double his efforts, releasing her hands and wrapping his own onto her hips. Leaning forward onto the sofa for support again, she shuddered as the stroking of his tongue intensified, harder, rougher.

She was so sensitive now, almost too much, but she urged him to continue, *needing* him to.

She could feel it as her hips bucked against him; feel it starting, building. Feel the buzz settling inside, in the pit of her stomach (though logically, it couldn't actually *be* the stomach. But then logic wasn't high on her agenda right now).

Knowing - probably from her reaction - how close she was, his mouth moved faster, harder...

Sam cursed, muttered, fingers digging into the fabric of the sofa, knees rubbing slowly against the back, her whole body shivering, shaking... "Oh Gooooooooddd..." She was breathing, but not breathing enough, tormented by just *how* much 'almost-but-not-quite' she was, her insides so, so near to exploding-

And then his teeth teased her clit.

And bit gently.

And she did explode.

Not literally of course (because: eww), but she came, loudly, falling forward, slumping over the back of the sofa.

Her body twitched as she stayed where she'd flopped; too busy being in awe of the feelings he'd provoked to bother with movement. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that he must have moved or she would have been suffocating him, but that didn't really matter right now. All that mattered, was the large ass grin on her face.

Yup, even the fact that she probably looked pretty damn undignified with her bare ass sticking up in the air didn't even bother her.

Breathe. "Jack?" Inhale air, process oxygen, exhale carbon dioxide. Breathe.

Hands touched her, manoeuvring her down until she was lying on the sofa.

Damn, he was useful.

"Hmm?"

Now he was next to her, pulling her into his arms.

She could live with that.

"Is there another new episode of The Simpsons on tomorrow?" Breeeaaathe.

"No," He nuzzled against her neck, the smell of her on both of them.

"Jack?"

"Mmm?" A hand on her breast, kneading.

Her face turned towards him, lips speaking just before meeting his:

"Tape it anyway."

~FINIS

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