What I threw out
Dec. 6th, 2006 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brainofckI was trying to write a spanking scene and I just could not do it. It was totally blocking me and I decided to not write it after all.
But it seems a shame to throw it away without sharing.
So, without further ado, the Christmas Eve spanking that wasn't...
"Come here, little elf," he said, patting his knee.
Long, bare thighs. Sweet, vulnerable knees. Solid rise of ass. Tantalizing curve of bare waist revealed by the rucked up sweater. Daniel ran his free palm up over the furred back of Jack's leg under the fluffy hem of the skirt. He flipped the cloth back to have a good look at his hand moving possessively over flesh. He didn't hold back his chuckle at the nervous clench and bunch of muscle under his fingers.
Daniel couldn't bring himself to strike him, though. Despite the fact that Jack probably deserved a good sound spanking or two, for having made Daniel endure so many years of willful ignorance and false idiocy. Daniel knew it was a kind of camouflage for Jack, to hide his quick, clever intelligence from the enemy. But it was damned annoying and suddenly reminded of a particularly egregious episode earlier in the week with a large potshard that Jack (with a completely straight face and perfect deadpan) suggested might be a broken piece of a fertility statue, Daniel delivered a stinging slap that caught Jack by surprise. His little gasp at the purely cosmetic pain was not what Daniel expected, and sent a nasty little thrill straight to his dick.
Still, Jack felt too wound up and what Daniel really wanted to do was relax him, so Daniel set the spanking idea aside for another time. He let his hands roam instead. Jack was a big guy, huge compared to any lover Daniel had ever taken to his bed, but Daniel's hands spread broadly over his back, his waist, his ass – it was an experience of possession like nothing Daniel had ever felt before.
"Go ahead, Daniel. I can take whatever you want to dish out."
"Of course you can, Jack. That's not really the point."
"There's a point?" Jack asked.
"Yes. And we both know what the point is, and right now, you need to be quiet."
But it seems a shame to throw it away without sharing.
So, without further ado, the Christmas Eve spanking that wasn't...
"Come here, little elf," he said, patting his knee.
Long, bare thighs. Sweet, vulnerable knees. Solid rise of ass. Tantalizing curve of bare waist revealed by the rucked up sweater. Daniel ran his free palm up over the furred back of Jack's leg under the fluffy hem of the skirt. He flipped the cloth back to have a good look at his hand moving possessively over flesh. He didn't hold back his chuckle at the nervous clench and bunch of muscle under his fingers.
Daniel couldn't bring himself to strike him, though. Despite the fact that Jack probably deserved a good sound spanking or two, for having made Daniel endure so many years of willful ignorance and false idiocy. Daniel knew it was a kind of camouflage for Jack, to hide his quick, clever intelligence from the enemy. But it was damned annoying and suddenly reminded of a particularly egregious episode earlier in the week with a large potshard that Jack (with a completely straight face and perfect deadpan) suggested might be a broken piece of a fertility statue, Daniel delivered a stinging slap that caught Jack by surprise. His little gasp at the purely cosmetic pain was not what Daniel expected, and sent a nasty little thrill straight to his dick.
Still, Jack felt too wound up and what Daniel really wanted to do was relax him, so Daniel set the spanking idea aside for another time. He let his hands roam instead. Jack was a big guy, huge compared to any lover Daniel had ever taken to his bed, but Daniel's hands spread broadly over his back, his waist, his ass – it was an experience of possession like nothing Daniel had ever felt before.
"Go ahead, Daniel. I can take whatever you want to dish out."
"Of course you can, Jack. That's not really the point."
"There's a point?" Jack asked.
"Yes. And we both know what the point is, and right now, you need to be quiet."
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 08:10 pm (UTC)The 'skirt' here is the blue, Air Force plaid, but we know elf!Jack's is green... And we know Daniel really likes skirts. :)
“Yes!” Daniel interjected. “Let me move this…” He dropped to his knees and grabbed the belt on Jack’s hips. He unfastened it, setting it and the attached sporran aside. “This is beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
“It’s a damn skirt, Daniel!”
“Kilt, Jack, a blue, plaid kilt.” He mumbled into Jack’s wool covered groin. Rubbing his cheek against the cloth, making Jack’s dick hard. “Oh, you’re really naked under here,” Daniel panted.
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Date: 2006-12-07 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 08:41 pm (UTC)Kink (http://starting-gate.livejournal.com/4688.html#cutid1) at my LJ
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