Pudding

So I made pudding last night. Chocolate pudding and it reminded me of a fanfic I had started but had not yet finished. So in honor of the pudding of chocolaty goodness I finished the fanfic I was working on.

Disclaimer: Ronon Dex and Stargate Command do not belong to me. Faye and her Symbiote do. Warning. Rated M for mature scenes, language and sex.

Enjoy!

“What the hell is this?”

“Pudding.”

“Pudding?”

“It’s a dessert that the Tau’ri enjoy.”

“Is it good?”

“It’s rather tasty in my opinion. Try it Ronon. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Faye held out a slender finger with a large glob of chocolate pudding upon it. Her Satedan companion eyed it warily before capturing her wrist in his own hand to guide the appendage towards his lips. Violet eyes twinkled a bit as his lips enclosed around her finger. Ronon gently suckled upon it as his tongue lapped up the delicious chocolate pudding from her finger. A flash of delight flickered in his eyes as he drew away from her hand.

“That’s…that’s amazing!” He exclaimed.

A smirk crossed her lips as she tossed her wavy brown hair back a bit.

“I told you so.” She gloated.

“Got any more?”

As soon as he asked Faye slid him a small bowl of the chocolate pudding towards him. His eyes lit up like those of a child on Christmas morning. Gripping the spoon in his hand Ronon dug into the heaping bowl as Faye watched on eating from her own bowl. As he savored the dessert she scooped a small spoonful in the silver spoon and as soon as he raised another spoonful to his lips she flicked her wrist catapulting the morsel towards Ronon. The pudding hit him square in the face mostly on the left side below his eye, some splattered on his nose his lips and some even ended up in his dreadlocks. Hazel green eyes flickered up to her a slight hint of playfulness in them. If she was going to initiate a food fight he refused to let her win. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he brought his fingers up to the glob of pudding sliding down his cheek. Within seconds he leaned over the table to smear the substance upon Faye’s face. He then proceeded to dip his fingers into the bowl and smeared more upon her face and even down her slender neck. Surprise yet deviousness spread across her pudding covered face. The sight she presented him caused Ronon to laugh but his laughter ceased when he felt a bowl of pudding plopped upon his head. Pudding side down. Chocolate pudding dripped down his face.

“Ha!”

“Oh! You are in trouble now!”

The Satedan leapt to his feet tossing the bowl off his head and entrapped Faye into his arms. Fingers began poking at her sides, Ronon had recently discovered that Faye was ticklish, it caused her to begin giggling and squirm within his arms.

“No Ronon don’t!” She giggled, vainly attempting to draw his hands away.

“No chance sweetheart.” He grinned. Recently he’d been calling her sweetheart only because she saved his life on a Tok’ra base from a Goa’uld attack. As he tickled her he flipped her around to face him and kept her pinned against the wall with his hips as his fingers continued to poke at her side. Faye tried to shove him away but she was no match for his strength. The grin upon his face met his eyes even as Faye breathed hard to catch her breath from being tickled. They both began laughing at each other’s pudding colored faces.

“This is your fault you know.” He smirked “You’re going to help me wash this out.”

“Bullshit I am!” She gasped.

“Yes you are otherwise I’ll tickle you even more.” He retorted.

A look of feigned horror spread across her face. Her violet eyes wide.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.” He grinned even as Faye pouted up at him in the attempt to look innocent. He snorted in laughter.

“Do you honestly think you can get away with that look?” He took on more of a flirtatious tone.

“I can sure as hell try!”

“Psh. Not with me. Even if you weren’t blended with a symbiote you still wouldn’t be able to pull it off.”

She gave him a playful offended look.

“Bastard!”

“Who you calling a bastard?” He grinned poking her sides again. An undignified squeak escaped her lips.

“Stop!”

To him her reactions to being poked were too entertaining but he decided to play nice and cease his gentle torture to hug the woman. He did keep her pinned to the wall.

“Ronon…” Faye breathed as her hands pressed against his firm chest with the intention of pushing him away however her intentions changed when she pin pointed a slight hint of adoration in his eyes.

“So hypothetically if I wanted to kiss you…your symbiote…wouldn’t try to get into my head….would she…”

Faye smirked at the inquiry.

“Hypothetically speaking she would not. She likes me as her host too much. Besides I thought you didn’t trust me because I am blended.” She grinned.

“Well…you saved my sorry ass from the Goa’uld more than once…you and Maeri’kar show such a loyalty to the Tau’ri…” He admitted. “Besides your kind of hot when you kick ass.”

Her grin broadened even more as she took initiative cupping the back of his head rather roughly and leaned up to kiss him. She wasn’t going to lie. Ronon was attractive in more ways than one. He himself was a bit surprised at her initiative that she demonstrated but the Satedan melted into her affections, his arms pulling her closer to him, one hand snaking into her wavy brunette locks. The faint taste of chocolate graced his tongue as he poked it against her lips to request entry. Faye gladly agreed and parted her lips to give him entrance. His hands slid up her sides pushing up her tank top. She raised her arms assisting him in removing her tank top but before she could lean in to kiss him he ripped off the black bra she wore beneath revealing light tan perky breasts. Ronon’s mouth watered as his calloused hands grasped both of them firmly.

“Damn you have perfect breasts…”

Faye flushed as she smiled.

“Well we women are gifted.” She replied.

He smirked leaned down to kiss her neck.

“Yes you certainly are.” He breathed against her neck before biting it. Faye groaned at his teeth biting her flesh as his hands amused themselves with her breasts. He squeezed, pinched and caressed them with his hands as his lips sucked upon her neck hard.

“Ah…Ronon…”

Her hands took his face within them so she could kiss him once more. His mouth was warm and moist and tasted sweet even mixed with the pudding she had splattered on his face. His tough hands on her skin felt warm, inviting. A groan left his lips as he pulled away removing his own shirt and tossing it aside. With full force he pressed himself against her groaning as her soft flesh rubbed against his. A smile crossed Faye’s lips upon his chest hair tickling against her breasts but she released a groan upon feeling heat radiate from his loins.

“Ronon…” She groaned, “Table…”

In return to her request he pulled her towards the table they had been eating at. Within minutes his hand ripped off her pants as well as his own and without warning he plunged into her with full force. A cry of pleasure emitted from her lips as he thrust into her brutally. From the get go she knew he wasn’t going to be that gentle but becoming one with the man was an exhilarating sensation. There was passion, lots of passion within him and it seemed to burst forth as he made love to her. Their act of intercourse wasn’t simple sex. Sparks flew between them; Love flowed forth in their motions and their moans. Faye’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she moved her hips in time with his thrusts. He penetrated deep into her grunting with each thrust. She felt so warm and tight around him.

“Nnnn…Ronon…gods…I’m going to…” But Faye was unable to finish her sentence as she clung to her lover, her muscles tightening around him. He released a low growl as he penetrated deep into her sharing his own release.

“Faye…” he breathed as he withdrew from her heaving heavy breaths. Her eyes met his as she sat up a grin forming upon her lips.

“Up for another round?” She purred sliding her arms around him. He hugged her weakly his orgasm stealing much of his strength.

“Depends. You going to ride me this time?” He smirked. She nodded but drew away to nick some pudding from the dessert case. A smirk crossed her lips when she dipped her fingers into the dessert and smeared it upon his chest. He shivered at the chill of the dessert against his skin but even more as her fingers painted it across his flesh. He leaned back laying down on the table a groan releasing from his lips his erection beginning to spring to life once more. Faye took her time in coating the man in various areas with pudding her fingers teasing as they went. Another groan left his lips as her digits, still coated in the pudding, trailed down his cock. It twitched in response, becoming erect once more. Her hand wrapped around the aching appendage stroking it gently for a moment and drew away so she could lean down to kiss him. He groaned against her lips forcing his tongue past them, she accepted once more but she fought his tongue for dominance as her hand pressed him down to the table. A small whimper escaped his lips when she pulled away but he was greeted by the sight of such round soft breasts. When his hands reached up to grasp them they were stopped by the sensation of her tongue licking up his stomach. They placed themselves upon her shoulders as she lapped up the sweet substance from his skin. Her warm tongue trailed up his tanned stomach, around his navel and began tracing the curves of his muscles ever so lightly. They twitched beneath her tongue. His cock even began to ache once more becoming hard at her ministrations.

“Nnn Faye….”

“Shhhh sweetheart. Enjoy yourself.”

A groan left his lips as she kissed him sweetly. She then kissed down his chest and stomach down to the aching muscle standing at attention. She wasted no time in wrapping her full lips around his erection and slowly raised and lowered her head. In turn he leaned his head back placing a hand upon her head with a groan. The warm of her mouth around his cock sent shivers through his spine and drew his climax closer. He had to bite his lip to keep from releasing in her mouth. The moment she removed her lips from his organ his hand gripped her hair.

“Fuck...Faye...stop being a tease and ride me.” He groaned.

Eagerly and grinning Faye slid her frame against his body kissing him with a groan. At the same time she raised herself to settle her knees alongside his hips and released a moan as her dripping folds pressed against the hard muscle poking at her sex. Ronon settled his hands at her hips urging her to start the frantic act of love making once more. With a grin she leaned down to kiss him as her hand took hold of his cock positioning the tip at her entrance and slowly she lowered herself onto him groaning low in her throat. An audible moan escaped his lips as he bucked up into her, not wanting to waste any time. A grin crossed Faye’s lips as she set a rapid pace, frantically riding him and at the same time he met her motions with his thrusts, penetrating her deeper and deeper each time their hips met. Large hands squeezed her buttocks tightly as she ground her hips against his to tease him.

“Dammit Faye…”

A giggle left her lips as she then began to ride him once more her hands now gripping onto his broad shoulders. The frantic pace between them increased until all at once Faye slammed her hips down upon his, her muscles tightening around him as she cried out at her peak. Ronon followed only moments afterwards his fingers digging into her buttocks as he spilled his release into her and then weakly hugged her to him. The woman was limp, almost ragdoll like in his arms but she nuzzled his neck softly as her lips pressed against his tattoo.

“Fuck…that was…”

“Amazing…come on…we should hit the showers…”

“What about…”

“Don’t worry about the cleanup Ronon. Not our job.”

She grinned slowly sliding off of her lover and gingerly placed her feet on the floor. Her legs were a bit wobbly from the rounds and she might be sore tomorrow…depending on if Ronon wanted to have another round or two in the shower. To help steady his lover Ronon slid an arm around her with a warm smile while his hand cupped her cheek. There were still pudding stains in her hair and on her body. He grinned and kissed her tenderly as she slid a hand on top of his and kissed back. For a moment they stood there lips connected and naked bodies hugging each other but Faye pulled away slightly and moved to her discarded clothing to redress. He followed suit. And then the headed to the showers to clean up leaving a messy commissary behind.

Piece for friend

So I finished part one of this piece for my friend. I'm currently working on part two for her. But here is part one for her. Enjoy!

Part One

The soft pitter patter of rain tapped upon the window panes and the roof of the cabin. It was hardly morning as Mojave stood beside a window observing the droplets fall in a rapid succession. In his hand was a tin mug filled with coffee. Black. Two sugars. A contented sigh escaped his lips as a smile crossed over them while he sipped on the hot coffee. He was only in a pair of jeans and boxers. The rest of his clothes lay scattered upon the floor in the bedroom where he left his partner sleeping. She had appeared too peaceful in her sleep to be disturbed at sunrise. Even though clouds blocked the rise of the sun and the colors it brought it was still nice to be up and awake by the time the sun had risen. Finishing his coffee, Mojave silently padded towards the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast, not only for himself but for the woman sleeping in his bed. A soft humming tune escaped his lips as he quickly prepared a hearty breakfast for himself and his lover. As the bacon sizzled in the platter, he felt a pair of slender arms slide around his body, and a smile found its way to his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d be awake this early Cheyenne.” He grinned as he turned slightly to wrap a muscled arm around the woman. A small giggle left her lips. All she wore was the flannel shirt he had abandoned the night before, but she cuddled into him even if they were standing.

“I got cold. My amazing heater left me.” She mumbled before yawning. With a small laugh, he pressed a kiss to the top of her wavy reddish brown locks, flipping over the bacon, allowing it to cook. He then set down the metal tongs on the counter and pulled Cheyenne close to him in a firm embrace. She, in turn, nuzzled his chest, pressing a soft kiss to one of his toned pectorals.

“This was a great idea. Spending a week in your cabin in the valley of the Grand Canyon. I am so glad I agreed to this.” She commented glancing up to him, her chocolate brown eyes half lidded. The smile upon her lips seemed permanent and Mojave took the time to lean down and press his own against hers in a soft and tender kiss, a smile upon his own lips. Lightly, she nipped at his lower lip before he pulled away.

“Yeah and no younger sister of yours to bother us.” He mentioned, giving her a wink with his hazel green eyes.

“Oh come off it you know Alice means well. She just wants to see me happy.” Cheyenne murmured as she nuzzled his bare chest again. He still smelt of campfire. One of her favorite smells.

“I know she does. Snarky little thing she is. Good thing she’s got that Mitchell fellow to keep her occupied while were away.”

“Please let’s not talk about the fact that your cousin, your hulking man beast of a cousin, might be banging my baby sister.” Cheyenne gave him a bit of a pleading look with her eyes. Mojave just laughed and kissed her once more before turning his attention to the bacon.

“I won’t. Besides you’ll be too distracted by breakfast to be thinking about that.”

After breakfast, Cheyenne was busy washing the cookware and plates that Mojave had dirtied. He, after all, had slaved over a delicious breakfast for her, like he did the past couple mornings, and she would clean up the dishes for him. Today however, as she was drying some of the pans she felt his arms slid around her slender waist, hugging her under her bountiful breasts. She felt his hot breath upon her neck as he pressed soft kisses and nips to her lightly tanned flesh. Setting the pan aside, she tilted her head to the left to allow him more access to her neck. A calloused hand slid up her body, to her neck, stroking the soft flesh tenderly, as his lips moved up her neck to her ear.

“You look so sexy wearing just my shirt.” He whispered before he closed his teeth experimentally on her ear causing her to gasp in pleasure.

“Mojave…” She breathed as she closed her eyes, leaning back against him. The hand at her side slid down, grasping her hip and pulled her flush against him, just so she could feel the growing swell in his jeans. Once again, his lips began kissing her neck as the hand found its way under the shirt. A grin crossed his lips when he found she wore no panties. Tanned digits languidly stroked her forest of curls around her womanhood, before they slid between her muscled thighs finding her entrance to be slicked with her juices.

“Mmmm aroused again are we?” He grinned biting down lightly upon the area where her neck met her shoulder. Writhing, she released a small whimper of desire as his fingers stroked her dripping sex. Ever so slowly he slid a digit inside of her, followed by another and teasingly pumped them in and out of her womanhood. She could feel the heat from his arousal pressing against her buttocks as if it were straining to be released from its confines.

“Oh…Mojave…” She moaned but before she knew it, she found herself turned around facing him, his fingers still pumping in and out of her sex. Lips met his as she kissed him feverishly, like she could never get enough of him. His love, his presence, his being his touch, they were like a drug, keeping her on a continuous high. Without him, life would not be complete for her. A tanned hand grasped her breast roughly, as lips descended down her neck, then back up to her ear.

“Let’s take this to the bed.” He purred into her ear as he removed his fingers from her dripping sex. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch, but before Cheyenne could protest his lips connected with hers as he picked her up, his large hands clasped under her rounded buttocks, her legs dangling at his sides. Her arms circled around his neck as she began to kiss and suck upon his flesh greedily and enjoyed the small low groans that came from his throat. Within minutes, he had deposited her upon their king sized bed and no sooner had he done that than his lips and hands were already working their magic upon her tanned and supple flesh. Cheyenne tilted her head back, her lips parting as she gasped in ecstasy when his tongue licked the hollow of her throat and up to the shell of ear. At the same time, his fingers were working their way down her torso as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt she was wearing. Opening it, he exposed her rounded breasts and immediately tilted his head down to kiss and suckle upon one while his hand squeezed, pinched, and plucked at the other. Such moist lips suckled on certain areas of one of her glorious soft orbs before enclosing around the nipple, gently taking it in his teeth. A small hiss of pleasure came from her as she arched her back into his mouth. Flicking the nub of flesh with the tip of his tongue his hand found its way once again between her legs into her moist wet valley, stroking her folds lightly before his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve bundle, massaging it gently. As a result her thighs spread apart for him as she whimpered in need.

“Oh love…please, don’t stop…” She panted.

He grinned against her breast as he trailed soft feather like kisses down her chest and belly to the soft curls around her sex. Pausing a moment he grinned his dark eyes flickering up to her taking in the sight of her expression and how it begged him for more. He then covered her sex with his mouth, licking up her wet folds before nipping at her clitoris. She cried out in pleasure as his lips pressed against her core, his tongue poking deep into her wet womanhood, teasing her. Licking up her folds, the tip of his tongue lightly flicked against the small sensitive nub of flesh repeatedly before puckering his lips around it, sucking lightly. Cheyenne writhed beneath him whimpering, moaning in pleasure. Slender fingers curled into his thick hair and into the sheets upon the bed. She worried her lower lip between her teeth breathing hard through her nose. She could feel her release, her peak coming close. Mojave knew the spots to poke, the buttons to push to get her to writhe and plead for more. He knew what places to kiss the areas to nip, bite, suck, and lick and just how to bring her to release. His hot mouth on her sex worked its magic, bring her closer and closer to release but being the devious lover that he was, Mojave pulled away from her cave of wonders and kissed up her body. A loud whine accompanied the lack of attention on her nether regions.

“Mojave…” she whined but he pressed a finger to her lips before capturing them with his own.

“Hush. You’ll get your release.”

With that statement he quickly stripped himself of his jeans and boxers and placed himself between her legs stroking her wet folds with his throbbing muscle, calloused hands teasingly stroking her thighs. Looming over her his lips pressed against her neck as he kissed and nipped at her flesh, still stroking her slick folds with his penis. Arms circled around his neck as she guided him to kiss her. Groaning he kissed her forcing his tongue past her lips and she in turn greedily sucked upon the muscle invading her mouth. He drew away slightly one hand cupping her cheek and a smile upon his lips. His thumb stroked her flushed cheek slightly.

“I love you.” He whispered before drawing his hops back and plunging his stiff member into her tight moist cave. At this she hugged onto him with her arms and legs groaning in pleasure. His pace began slowly as he pumped into her his lips once again lavishing attention to her neck. One hand gripped her butt the other planted beside her head to stabilizing himself.

“Ah gods Mojave…” She groaned arching into him as he started to quicken his pace. He grunted a bit increasing his pace slightly. Her sex felt so warm so tight and wet around his engorged flesh as he penetrated her. Her breathing, her whimpers turned him on. Fingernails dug into his back then dragged down his flesh, leaving red welts on his back. She was close. Mojave could sense it. One hand tangled itself into his hair the other gripping onto his shoulder. He enclosed his lips on the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sucked hard as if he was a vampire, drinking blood from its victim. At the action Cheyenne cried out, clinging to him with her entire body as her muscles tightened around his cock.

“Ah! Gods! Mojave!” She bellowed as she hit her orgasm.

The tightened muscles, her name cried out on his lips, a few more thrusts and he buried himself inside of her groaning her name low in his throat as her removed his lips from her neck. Breathing hard he withdrew from his lover, rolling onto his side his arm around her torso. Her breathing was just as labored as she curled into him smiling. His arms wrapped around her cradling her close to his chest, fingers idly stroking her reddish brown locks. He pressed a kiss to her head as she pressed one to his firm muscled chest. A toned leg slid around him slightly, as if hinting for more but he smiled nuzzling her head.

“I love you Cheyenne.” He whispered.

“I love you too Mojave.” She replied, her brown eyes locking with his. His fingers stroked her hair lightly.

“What do you say we don’t come out of this bedroom for the rest of the day eh?” He suggested with a devious grin. Her expression matched his as she pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“I think I can agree to that my love.” She replied before sliding on top of him rubbing her sex against his half hard organ.

It didn’t take long for the two to start the ritual of lovemaking once more. 

More Teasers

This is a little teaser for a piece I am working on for a friend of mine. I do hope she loves it when it is finished! :)

“Let’s take this to the bed.” He purred into her ear as he removed his fingers from her dripping sex. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch but before Cheyenne could protest his lips connected with hers as he picked her up his large hands clasped under her rounded buttocks, her legs dangling at his sides. Her arms circled around his neck as she began to kiss and such upon his flesh greedily and enjoyed the small low groans that came from his throat. Within minutes he had deposited her upon their king sized bed and no sooner had he done that than his lips and hands were already working their magic upon her tanned and supple flesh. Cheyenne tilted her head back her lips parting as she gasped in ecstasy when his tongue licked the hollow of her throat and up to the shell of ear. At the same time his fingers were working their way down her torso as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt she was wearing. Opening it, he exposed her rounded breasts and immediately tilted his head down to kiss and suckle upon one while his hand squeezed, pinched, and plucked at the other. Such moist lips suckled on certain areas of one of her glorious soft orbs before enclosing around the nipple, gently taking it in his teeth. A small hiss of pleasure came from her as she arched her back into his mouth. Flicking the nub of flesh with the tip of his tongue his hand found its way once again between her legs into her moist wet valley, stroking her folds lightly before his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve bundle, massaging it gently. As a result her thighs spread apart for him as she whimpered in need.

“Oh love…please, don’t stop…” She panted.

He grinned against her breast as he trailed soft feather like kisses down her chest and belly to the soft curls around her sex. Pausing a moment he grinned his dark eyes flickering up to her taking in the sight of her expression and how it begged him for more. He then covered her sex with his mouth, licking up her wet folds before nipping at her clitoris. She cried out in pleasure as his lips pressed against her core, his tongue poking deep into her wet womanhood, teasing her. Licking up her folds, the tip of his tongue lightly flicked against the small sensitive nub of flesh repeatedly before puckering his lips around it, sucking lightly. Cheyenne writhed beneath him whimpering, moaning in pleasure. Slender fingers curled into his thick hair and into the sheets upon the bed. She worried her lower lip between her teeth breathing hard through her nose. She could feel her release, her peak coming close. Mojave knew the spots to poke, the buttons to push to get her to writhe and plead for more. He knew what places to kiss the areas to nip, bite, suck, and lick and just how to bring her to release. His hot mouth on her sex worked its magic, bring her closer and closer to release but being the devious lover that he was, Mojave pulled away from her cave of wonders and kissed up her body. A loud whine accompanied the lack of attention on her nether regions.