Title: Storms of passion
Author: Tels
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Jacob/Garshaw
Rating: R
Word count: 393
Prompt: #96 – writer's choice
Summary: Jacob and Garshaw take shelter in a cave during a storm.
AN: 033.Too Much. 034. Not Enough. 035. Sixth Sense. 036. Smell. 037. Sound. 038. Touch. 039. Taste. 040. Sight. 068. Lightening. 069. Thunder. 070. Storm. 071. Broken. 072. Fixed. 073. Light. 074. Dark. 041. Shapes. You could do all those in a sex scene in a cave as Sel, Jacob, Garshaw and Yosef take shelter from the lightning storm. :) How's THAT for a challenge? Helena . But I did it :D yay me as the kids say.
Storms of Passion
By Tels
The fire flickered in the darkness illuminating the two figures who sat huddled together for warmth. Their clothes were soaked through by the sudden storm that had overtaken them on their way back to the gate. They were visiting Makita in their official capacity as council members. The storm had been forecast but had blown up several hours earlier than predicted, catching them out in the open. The only shelter had been in a series of caves.
Jacob had not managed to find enough dry wood to make a fire at first but finally managed to build a small one with what he had. He pulled Garshaw closer as lightening split the sky in two. He looked at her, asking if she was alright.
She nodded, watching the firelight casting shadows of their outlines on the wall. Thunder echoed through the cave making her jump. She shivered, her wet clothes clinging to her, highlighting each curve and nuance of her body.
Jacob looked at her. “You'll catch cold,” he told her gently, his voice full of love.
“I'm already cold,” she replied. Her skin came up in goose bumps as his fingers trailed across it. She looked at him, her already dark eyes darkening further at the sight of him next to her, his body clearly visible through the light coloured tunic he wore. “Can you fix that as well as the fire?” she whispered.
He smiled. “We can,” he said. He moved closer to her, his lips covering hers in an instant. His hands explored her eager body as her lips and tongue played with the pulse point in his neck, her fingers playing over the back of his neck where Selmak lay.
Soft whispers filled the gaps between claps of thunder as the four became one. Hands, lips, tongues and bodies moving in perfect harmony; whispers and moans interspaced with gasps of pleasure. Movements slow at first, became faster until both of them broke in a crescendo of ecstasy and release.
The storm reached its zenith as they collapsed sated against each other, the smell of the rain and smoke filling the air around them. Breathing and heartbeats gradually slowed and soft whispers of love echoed between them. It was too intense at times, the love they shared but they could never get enough and knew it would last an eternity.
Fin
© Tels Sept 2006.