Observation and Practice
by ALC Punk!

Smirking at the strained tone of surprise, Sam Carter looked up Jack O'Neill's body. "Liked that, did you?"

"Yes." Brown eyes bored into hers, the pupils almost entirely dilated. "Carter, you've never been with a woman before, where the fuck did you learn -- Gaaaah."

Flexing her fingers a fifth time, Sam tilted her head to the side, "Just because I haven't ever done this to another woman doesn't mean I haven't done it to myself."

"Carter, if you're trying to kill me with the incredibly hot image of you finger-fucking yourself, you might be succeeding."

"I'm a scientist, Jack." Flex. "I test things out." She pulled her fingers out, then thrust them back in quickly, the damp folds of her lover's cunt accepting them without trouble. "I make notations." Twist slightly, brush her thumb over Jack's clitoris. "And if all else fails, I go in for practical applications." She dipped her head down and licked gently, feeling the inner contractions and hearing the outer hoarse exclamations as Jack O'Neill shattered under her direction.

Panting, the other woman reached down and tangled a hand in Sam's blonde hair, tugging her up. "I think I love scientists."

"Good to know." Sam flexed her fingers again and smirked as the older woman's back arched. "My turn soon."

"You better believe it --"

Sam bit down gently on the nipple she was suckling at.

The hand in her hair tightened almost painfully, "Carter."

"I'm busy, Jack." Another flex of her fingers, the muscles in Jack's thighs twitching spasmodically as she bit down on the other nipple.

"Damn you -- shit, Carter!"

Correct application of pressure, Sam thought as she added a third finger and stroked Jack's clit with her thumb. Angles, acceleration, deceleration. And a little stamina.

Jack's fingers tugged painfully at Sam's hair as she came this time, mouthing words Sam wasn't even sure were actually English. They slowly relaxed as Sam removed her fingers and brought them up to her mouth licking them clean.

"It'll be your turn soon."

"Gosh." Sam smirked, "I'm scared."

"You should be. I'm going to make you scream."

Warmth flushed Sam's skin at the images that conjured. "Good."

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