unfinished fic
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krazykitkatI actually really like this, but it's been frozen for a couple of years. All because it's pretty much pure smut...and I can't write pure smut. I need something vaguely resembling a plot, or a point, and orgasm just doesn't count (a problem also afflicting the 3some story).
I've been going to put this out there for a while, but kept on thinking that maybe it would get finished. But I've faced reality.
CJ/Danny, I apologise to the majority of flist. But I do love the last sentence.
"You made it." His smile faded as she slammed the car door. Descending the steps of the beach house, he grabbed her bag and kissed her.
Except she turned her head and he got her ear.
He took a deep breath and plunged into the unknown. "What's wrong?"
CJ stared out at the water. "You couldn't have picked somewhere closer?"
"Hey! You're the one who said you wanted to be far enough away so we wouldn't get caught. And we're getting this place for nothing." He dropped her bag. "If you want to go home, feel free. But I'm going to have a relaxing weekend by the beach." Proving he could match her childishness, he walked back up the steps and into the house, slamming the screen door behind him.
A modicum of hope and experience made him fill two glasses with iced water. Sure enough, the door banged and a bag thumped on the floor.
"Why aren't you hot, tired, and bitchy?"
"Firstly, I'm wearing weather appropriate attire, not my work clothes." He turned around, gesturing carefully to his shorts, t-shirt and bare feet while handing her the drink. "Secondly, I slept on the plane."
They both took a long sip. CJ rolled the frosted glass against her forehead and stared expectantly at him.
Danny frowned. "Is there any safe way to answer thirdly?"
"Probably not." A little smile and a soft kiss before she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Your job's much harder than mine," he murmured into her hair.
"Not bad."
Pulling her shirt out of her pants, he placed his glass against the exposed skin of the small of her back. Her initial shudder gave way to a contented sigh.
"How about you get changed into something cooler and then lie down till dinner." Though he was quite happy to stand like this for a while. She felt wonderful in his arms.
"You sure?"
She wouldn't take much convincing, already she sounded half asleep. "Yeah. There's a fan in the bedroom. I'll go and do some grocery shopping."
"Okay." She stood up straight and stroked her fingers across his cheek. "You're a good man."
"Go to bed."
***
The bedroom curtains fluttered back and forth in a battle between the humid breeze outside and the fan attempting to cool the air inside. Alternating patterns of shadow and light danced across the prone figure
on the bed.
Danny leaned against the doorway, the spoon falling from his hand into the bowl of ice cream clutched in his other. His groin tightened in response to the visual stimulus: CJ lying on her back nude except for a pair of tiny panties. Her nipples puckered under the flow of cold air from the fan positioned at the foot of the bed.
Turn and walk away. You promised to let her rest until dinner. Move your feet. You've got groceries to unpack. And you don't want your head bitten off, even if it's accepted mating practice in some species.
That was enough to convince him. He'd nearly cleared the doorway when he heard a groan. His head whipped around in time to see her arms stretch out, pulling her small breasts taut and making the nipples even more prominent.
Oh hell.
Sweat beaded on his forehead and he rubbed his free hand over his face. Ice cream. That would cool him down. He sucked a mouthful off the spoon and nearly choked as she stretched again. Her left hand moved to her stomach and trailed down...maybe the ice cream down his shorts would work better. He gulped as her hand settled between her thighs.
The room was too dark for him to be certain but it looked like her fingers were stroking...the curtains shifted, highlighting the area in question. They definitely were.
Be the good man she said you were. You can't stand here and watch her do that.
A moan. He looked up to her face. Still asleep, though her head was lolling slightly. Back down her body, nipples reaching for the sky, hand moving more rapidly...
He swallowed his own moan and shuffled his feet, unsure whether crossing his legs or parting them would help reduce the pressure. Resting the bowl against his shorts might shrink it...
"There. Right there."
He knew that tone too well. She was close. Should he go over and help her?
"Oh, Larrrryyyy."
"Larry?" Danny spluttered as he struggled to retain a grip on the bowl before the melting ice cream tipped out.
Her right hand moved to her breasts. "Suck them, Ed."
Well that was a more effective method of reducing swelling than the ice cream.
"Yes, Larry! Go, Ed!"
He couldn't stay quiet any longer. "CJ!"
Her head turned toward him. "Ed?" she asked in a confused tone.
"No!" He grimaced at his high pitched whine. "And I'm not Larry either."
"What flavour?"
"Strawberry. What the hell-" It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up with his mouth. "Exactly how long have you been awake?"
Her grin was revealed in the shifting light. "I recall you dropping the spoon."
"And when I was being a gentleman and walking away, you decided to have a little bit of fun?"
"You can't tell me you weren't turned on." CJ rolled onto her side, propping up her head with her hand.
Danny was slightly annoyed her breasts were completely in shadow. "I was," he replied, with emphasis on the second word.
She crooked her finger at him. "Well come over here and I'll turn you on again."
"I'm not a light switch, CJ."
"Could've fooled me." Her gaze dropped.
He moved the bowl back down to groin level, trying to hide just how much influence she had over the region. "I thought you were tired."
"I'm not sleepy now." CJ twisted, swinging her feet onto the floor before pushing up to a standing position. "However, I am other things."
Time for a little payback. "What other things?" he asked nonchalantly, as he leaned against the doorway. Be cool. But his eyes were drawn down to her hips.
And she knew it, putting a touch more swing into her step. "Do I have to spell it out?"
"Yeah."
"I'm h-" CJ placed her hands on her hips. "-o-" Before trailing them up her abdomen. "-r-" And cupping her breasts.
A mouthful of ice cream wetted his suddenly dry mouth.
"-n-" Fingertips spiralled in. "-y." And tweaked her nipples. "That any clearer?"
One part of his anatomy attempted to acknowledge its understanding, but his mouth overrode it. "Not really."
"Do you want that bowl of ice cream on your head?"
He had a finely honed sense of when a joke had gone on long enough...plus he knew what that glare meant. "Depends which head." Both wanted her now.
She moved closer, dipping her forefinger in the bowl. "The cold'll have the opposite effect to what you're hoping."
Groaning as he watched her suck her finger into her mouth, he managed to whisper, "But you can warm me back up."
"How about-" She dipped her finger again. "-you start with me."
His eyes followed that finger to her breasts, his breath catching as her nipples contracted even further, trying to escape the trail she swirled around them. Another dip and the proverbial cherry on top.
"You just gonna stand there and look?"
"It's a great view." But he did force his gaze up to her face and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Let's move to the bed so you don't drip on the floor."
"When did you start channelling Martha Stewart?"
Danny walked past her and placed the bowl on the bedside table. "Since we're in my friend's house and I don't want to waste time cleaning up."
"So we can't have sex anywhere but the bed?"
He hid his grin at the disappointment in her voice. "Only if the surface is easily wiped down. Now would you get over here before the ice cream completely melts."
"Why? Do you have plans for it, Mr. Concannon?" She trailed her fingers down his arm as she reached the bed.
"Lie down and you'll find out." His eyes once again focussed on her breasts and she deliberately stretched once she was on her back. He grabbed her hand as she brushed her knuckles across his groin.
"You're overdressed."
Danny took a step back, pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. "There. We're even now." There was no way he was losing his boxers. They hadn't been together in over a month and the cloth barrier might be the only thing to prevent his plans ending prematurely.
"Is that it?"
"Huh?" He looked up to her face, finding arched eyebrows and a quizzical expression.
"Just standing there might do it for you, but I'm horny as hell and this ice cream is drying and starting to pull my--DANNY!"
The shock of the large dollop of ice cream across her breasts lasted long enough for him to pin her wrists to the bed and straddle her hips.
"Yes, CJ?"
"It's freezing," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Get it off me."
"What do you say?"
She wriggled against his groin, forcing him to raise his butt.
"Daniel."
He knew that warning growl of his name all too well and immediately lowered his mouth to her left breast.
She'd been self-conscious the first time they got past just kissing. But what she lacked in size, she more than made up for in sensitivity. Nipple play was usually enough to get her off; he'd used his knowledge to relieve her tension several times at work and once on Air Force One. He figured they'd joined the quarter mile high club.
I've been going to put this out there for a while, but kept on thinking that maybe it would get finished. But I've faced reality.
CJ/Danny, I apologise to the majority of flist. But I do love the last sentence.
"You made it." His smile faded as she slammed the car door. Descending the steps of the beach house, he grabbed her bag and kissed her.
Except she turned her head and he got her ear.
He took a deep breath and plunged into the unknown. "What's wrong?"
CJ stared out at the water. "You couldn't have picked somewhere closer?"
"Hey! You're the one who said you wanted to be far enough away so we wouldn't get caught. And we're getting this place for nothing." He dropped her bag. "If you want to go home, feel free. But I'm going to have a relaxing weekend by the beach." Proving he could match her childishness, he walked back up the steps and into the house, slamming the screen door behind him.
A modicum of hope and experience made him fill two glasses with iced water. Sure enough, the door banged and a bag thumped on the floor.
"Why aren't you hot, tired, and bitchy?"
"Firstly, I'm wearing weather appropriate attire, not my work clothes." He turned around, gesturing carefully to his shorts, t-shirt and bare feet while handing her the drink. "Secondly, I slept on the plane."
They both took a long sip. CJ rolled the frosted glass against her forehead and stared expectantly at him.
Danny frowned. "Is there any safe way to answer thirdly?"
"Probably not." A little smile and a soft kiss before she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Your job's much harder than mine," he murmured into her hair.
"Not bad."
Pulling her shirt out of her pants, he placed his glass against the exposed skin of the small of her back. Her initial shudder gave way to a contented sigh.
"How about you get changed into something cooler and then lie down till dinner." Though he was quite happy to stand like this for a while. She felt wonderful in his arms.
"You sure?"
She wouldn't take much convincing, already she sounded half asleep. "Yeah. There's a fan in the bedroom. I'll go and do some grocery shopping."
"Okay." She stood up straight and stroked her fingers across his cheek. "You're a good man."
"Go to bed."
***
The bedroom curtains fluttered back and forth in a battle between the humid breeze outside and the fan attempting to cool the air inside. Alternating patterns of shadow and light danced across the prone figure
on the bed.
Danny leaned against the doorway, the spoon falling from his hand into the bowl of ice cream clutched in his other. His groin tightened in response to the visual stimulus: CJ lying on her back nude except for a pair of tiny panties. Her nipples puckered under the flow of cold air from the fan positioned at the foot of the bed.
Turn and walk away. You promised to let her rest until dinner. Move your feet. You've got groceries to unpack. And you don't want your head bitten off, even if it's accepted mating practice in some species.
That was enough to convince him. He'd nearly cleared the doorway when he heard a groan. His head whipped around in time to see her arms stretch out, pulling her small breasts taut and making the nipples even more prominent.
Oh hell.
Sweat beaded on his forehead and he rubbed his free hand over his face. Ice cream. That would cool him down. He sucked a mouthful off the spoon and nearly choked as she stretched again. Her left hand moved to her stomach and trailed down...maybe the ice cream down his shorts would work better. He gulped as her hand settled between her thighs.
The room was too dark for him to be certain but it looked like her fingers were stroking...the curtains shifted, highlighting the area in question. They definitely were.
Be the good man she said you were. You can't stand here and watch her do that.
A moan. He looked up to her face. Still asleep, though her head was lolling slightly. Back down her body, nipples reaching for the sky, hand moving more rapidly...
He swallowed his own moan and shuffled his feet, unsure whether crossing his legs or parting them would help reduce the pressure. Resting the bowl against his shorts might shrink it...
"There. Right there."
He knew that tone too well. She was close. Should he go over and help her?
"Oh, Larrrryyyy."
"Larry?" Danny spluttered as he struggled to retain a grip on the bowl before the melting ice cream tipped out.
Her right hand moved to her breasts. "Suck them, Ed."
Well that was a more effective method of reducing swelling than the ice cream.
"Yes, Larry! Go, Ed!"
He couldn't stay quiet any longer. "CJ!"
Her head turned toward him. "Ed?" she asked in a confused tone.
"No!" He grimaced at his high pitched whine. "And I'm not Larry either."
"What flavour?"
"Strawberry. What the hell-" It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up with his mouth. "Exactly how long have you been awake?"
Her grin was revealed in the shifting light. "I recall you dropping the spoon."
"And when I was being a gentleman and walking away, you decided to have a little bit of fun?"
"You can't tell me you weren't turned on." CJ rolled onto her side, propping up her head with her hand.
Danny was slightly annoyed her breasts were completely in shadow. "I was," he replied, with emphasis on the second word.
She crooked her finger at him. "Well come over here and I'll turn you on again."
"I'm not a light switch, CJ."
"Could've fooled me." Her gaze dropped.
He moved the bowl back down to groin level, trying to hide just how much influence she had over the region. "I thought you were tired."
"I'm not sleepy now." CJ twisted, swinging her feet onto the floor before pushing up to a standing position. "However, I am other things."
Time for a little payback. "What other things?" he asked nonchalantly, as he leaned against the doorway. Be cool. But his eyes were drawn down to her hips.
And she knew it, putting a touch more swing into her step. "Do I have to spell it out?"
"Yeah."
"I'm h-" CJ placed her hands on her hips. "-o-" Before trailing them up her abdomen. "-r-" And cupping her breasts.
A mouthful of ice cream wetted his suddenly dry mouth.
"-n-" Fingertips spiralled in. "-y." And tweaked her nipples. "That any clearer?"
One part of his anatomy attempted to acknowledge its understanding, but his mouth overrode it. "Not really."
"Do you want that bowl of ice cream on your head?"
He had a finely honed sense of when a joke had gone on long enough...plus he knew what that glare meant. "Depends which head." Both wanted her now.
She moved closer, dipping her forefinger in the bowl. "The cold'll have the opposite effect to what you're hoping."
Groaning as he watched her suck her finger into her mouth, he managed to whisper, "But you can warm me back up."
"How about-" She dipped her finger again. "-you start with me."
His eyes followed that finger to her breasts, his breath catching as her nipples contracted even further, trying to escape the trail she swirled around them. Another dip and the proverbial cherry on top.
"You just gonna stand there and look?"
"It's a great view." But he did force his gaze up to her face and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Let's move to the bed so you don't drip on the floor."
"When did you start channelling Martha Stewart?"
Danny walked past her and placed the bowl on the bedside table. "Since we're in my friend's house and I don't want to waste time cleaning up."
"So we can't have sex anywhere but the bed?"
He hid his grin at the disappointment in her voice. "Only if the surface is easily wiped down. Now would you get over here before the ice cream completely melts."
"Why? Do you have plans for it, Mr. Concannon?" She trailed her fingers down his arm as she reached the bed.
"Lie down and you'll find out." His eyes once again focussed on her breasts and she deliberately stretched once she was on her back. He grabbed her hand as she brushed her knuckles across his groin.
"You're overdressed."
Danny took a step back, pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. "There. We're even now." There was no way he was losing his boxers. They hadn't been together in over a month and the cloth barrier might be the only thing to prevent his plans ending prematurely.
"Is that it?"
"Huh?" He looked up to her face, finding arched eyebrows and a quizzical expression.
"Just standing there might do it for you, but I'm horny as hell and this ice cream is drying and starting to pull my--DANNY!"
The shock of the large dollop of ice cream across her breasts lasted long enough for him to pin her wrists to the bed and straddle her hips.
"Yes, CJ?"
"It's freezing," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Get it off me."
"What do you say?"
She wriggled against his groin, forcing him to raise his butt.
"Daniel."
He knew that warning growl of his name all too well and immediately lowered his mouth to her left breast.
She'd been self-conscious the first time they got past just kissing. But what she lacked in size, she more than made up for in sensitivity. Nipple play was usually enough to get her off; he'd used his knowledge to relieve her tension several times at work and once on Air Force One. He figured they'd joined the quarter mile high club.
