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his_sarah_jane) wrote2007-09-10 02:35 pm
his_sarah_jane) wrote2007-09-10 02:35 pm
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[Fandom Muses] September Prompt (Misc)
Write about one of your sexual fantasies.
[ooc: Takes place in Milliways continuum, after this.]
That night, Sarah Jane’s sleep was a restless one. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep thinking about that daft conversation over and over again. It just…well, as much as she wouldn’t admit it (especially to James), the conversation had stuck with her. It wasn’t that Sarah Jane didn’t approve of sleeping around. It was only that, well, she didn’t. To her, sex ought to have some deeper meaning than just pleasure. At the very least, it should be something done with someone you care about, even in a friendly manner.
Sexually repressed? Certainly not! James Bond was simply off his rocker. She had done just right by Sam the other night. For once, Sarah could care less about the man from the films and books. All she could care about was how insulting her friend had been. And how much she wished she could prove him wrong.
That bloody git… she thought, pulling the pillow closer to her head and trying not to acknowledge the fact that he was sleeping in the room next to hers. I could certainly show him a thing or two about sex if he really wanted.
That was her last thought before falling into a rather uncomfortable sleep.
It had started off innocent enough. She was out by the lake, watching the demon bunnies dare each other to peak out of the forest. She had her notebook out in front of her and was busy taking notes on the whole of Milliways, not noticing anyone else around her. That was, until, a rather long and colourful scarf looped in front of her. The notebook was dropped in surprise and then, she laughed.
“Doctor, what do you think you’re doing?” Sarah asked between amused giggles. She picked up one edge of the scarf, running her fingers up and down the stitches. When there was no answer, she grew concerned. “Doc—
“James?”
To say that she was surprised would be an understatement. Yet, for whatever reason, it wasn’t the fact that James had somehow come into possession of the Doctor’s scarf. It was that look in his eyes that startled her the most. It was a look that seemed to want to devour her head to toe. Sarah shivered despite herself, trying to keep brave.
“James, what’s going on here?”
Her question was not rewarded with an answer, however, but with a kiss. He knelt to the grass beside her, one hand still holding on to the ends of the scarf as the other pushed her head close to his. His lips attacked hers in a hungry and passionate kiss that Sarah had no choice but to return. Not realizing what she was doing, her hands snaked into the short strands of hair as she deepened the kiss. It was almost as if it had become a lifeline to keep her from sinking into the unknown.
When they finally pulled away from each other, the smile on James’ face had turned predatory. Sarah titled her head, looking at him rather inquisitively. He only placed a finger to his lips, however, before leaning in to kiss him again. This time, as their tongues continued to explore one another, he gently laid her onto the ground. Sarah Jane didn’t protest.
She didn’t protest when he began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t protest when his hand slid up her inner thigh, ticking and pinching her skin. She certainly didn’t protest as his lips moved away from hers, nipping at her chin and working their way down her neck. Some part of Sarah Jane knew that they shouldn’t be doing this. He was with Vesper, she was only his good friend. But it felt too good to protest.
And, it was only a dream, wasn’t it? Sarah didn’t believe in dreams coming true, but she certainly did believe in enjoying them while they lasted.
It wasn’t long until the only clothing left on either one of them was the Doctor’s scarf, gently tied around Sarah’s wrists. The other end was fastened tightly to the nearest tree, keeping Sarah tied firmly in place against the tree as she squirmed. As open mouth kisses continued to descend all across her body, she wanted to say, “Ha! See, James? Not so sexually repressed, am I?” But all she could do was moan his name loudly, pleading for more.
He smiled and this time it wasn’t a lust filled smile at all. It was one full of love, causing Sarah’s heart to skip a beat. Even more than the sex, she hadn’t ever expected him to look at her like that. She didn’t expect what happened next, either. His eyes closed as he rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “I love you, Sarah Jane.”
Then, he untied the scarf, letting it fall on the grass like the rest of their clothing. She smiled, still confused but far too randy to care. It only took a second before it was her turn to jump him, falling into his arms and knocking them back on the grass with a laugh. She kissed him: once, twice, three times before settling herself on top of him properly.
Everything was bliss from that point on. She didn’t even complain when he decided to take charge, instead savouring every moment she spent tangled up with him and with that darn scarf. When he finally pulled out, she felt lost. She felt cold. She felt--
--she felt horribly awake. As her eyes opened, Sarah sighed. Her legs rubbed together, trying to release the pressure built by the dream. She was covered in a cold sweat and horribly, horribly disappointed. Out of every flipping male she knew, why did her subconscious plague her with James? Hadn’t she had enough of him this evening, what with his rude comments and all. It wasn’t fair at all, she decided, turning on to her stomach and staring at the headboard in front of her. It had certainly been some fantasy, one that would have been absolutely wonderful if not for the partner.
Next time, she decided, she would forcefully make her subconscious pick someone else.
[ooc: Takes place in Milliways continuum, after this.]
That night, Sarah Jane’s sleep was a restless one. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep thinking about that daft conversation over and over again. It just…well, as much as she wouldn’t admit it (especially to James), the conversation had stuck with her. It wasn’t that Sarah Jane didn’t approve of sleeping around. It was only that, well, she didn’t. To her, sex ought to have some deeper meaning than just pleasure. At the very least, it should be something done with someone you care about, even in a friendly manner.
Sexually repressed? Certainly not! James Bond was simply off his rocker. She had done just right by Sam the other night. For once, Sarah could care less about the man from the films and books. All she could care about was how insulting her friend had been. And how much she wished she could prove him wrong.
That bloody git… she thought, pulling the pillow closer to her head and trying not to acknowledge the fact that he was sleeping in the room next to hers. I could certainly show him a thing or two about sex if he really wanted.
That was her last thought before falling into a rather uncomfortable sleep.
It had started off innocent enough. She was out by the lake, watching the demon bunnies dare each other to peak out of the forest. She had her notebook out in front of her and was busy taking notes on the whole of Milliways, not noticing anyone else around her. That was, until, a rather long and colourful scarf looped in front of her. The notebook was dropped in surprise and then, she laughed.
“Doctor, what do you think you’re doing?” Sarah asked between amused giggles. She picked up one edge of the scarf, running her fingers up and down the stitches. When there was no answer, she grew concerned. “Doc—
“James?”
To say that she was surprised would be an understatement. Yet, for whatever reason, it wasn’t the fact that James had somehow come into possession of the Doctor’s scarf. It was that look in his eyes that startled her the most. It was a look that seemed to want to devour her head to toe. Sarah shivered despite herself, trying to keep brave.
“James, what’s going on here?”
Her question was not rewarded with an answer, however, but with a kiss. He knelt to the grass beside her, one hand still holding on to the ends of the scarf as the other pushed her head close to his. His lips attacked hers in a hungry and passionate kiss that Sarah had no choice but to return. Not realizing what she was doing, her hands snaked into the short strands of hair as she deepened the kiss. It was almost as if it had become a lifeline to keep her from sinking into the unknown.
When they finally pulled away from each other, the smile on James’ face had turned predatory. Sarah titled her head, looking at him rather inquisitively. He only placed a finger to his lips, however, before leaning in to kiss him again. This time, as their tongues continued to explore one another, he gently laid her onto the ground. Sarah Jane didn’t protest.
She didn’t protest when he began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t protest when his hand slid up her inner thigh, ticking and pinching her skin. She certainly didn’t protest as his lips moved away from hers, nipping at her chin and working their way down her neck. Some part of Sarah Jane knew that they shouldn’t be doing this. He was with Vesper, she was only his good friend. But it felt too good to protest.
And, it was only a dream, wasn’t it? Sarah didn’t believe in dreams coming true, but she certainly did believe in enjoying them while they lasted.
It wasn’t long until the only clothing left on either one of them was the Doctor’s scarf, gently tied around Sarah’s wrists. The other end was fastened tightly to the nearest tree, keeping Sarah tied firmly in place against the tree as she squirmed. As open mouth kisses continued to descend all across her body, she wanted to say, “Ha! See, James? Not so sexually repressed, am I?” But all she could do was moan his name loudly, pleading for more.
He smiled and this time it wasn’t a lust filled smile at all. It was one full of love, causing Sarah’s heart to skip a beat. Even more than the sex, she hadn’t ever expected him to look at her like that. She didn’t expect what happened next, either. His eyes closed as he rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “I love you, Sarah Jane.”
Then, he untied the scarf, letting it fall on the grass like the rest of their clothing. She smiled, still confused but far too randy to care. It only took a second before it was her turn to jump him, falling into his arms and knocking them back on the grass with a laugh. She kissed him: once, twice, three times before settling herself on top of him properly.
Everything was bliss from that point on. She didn’t even complain when he decided to take charge, instead savouring every moment she spent tangled up with him and with that darn scarf. When he finally pulled out, she felt lost. She felt cold. She felt--
--she felt horribly awake. As her eyes opened, Sarah sighed. Her legs rubbed together, trying to release the pressure built by the dream. She was covered in a cold sweat and horribly, horribly disappointed. Out of every flipping male she knew, why did her subconscious plague her with James? Hadn’t she had enough of him this evening, what with his rude comments and all. It wasn’t fair at all, she decided, turning on to her stomach and staring at the headboard in front of her. It had certainly been some fantasy, one that would have been absolutely wonderful if not for the partner.
Next time, she decided, she would forcefully make her subconscious pick someone else.