Pantsless!Femmeslash!Friday Ficathon!

[riverdresses]

Introducing lost_her_sway & finding_jay's PANTSLESS!FEMMESLASH!FRIDAY FICATHON!

Okay! So finding_jay & I were chit-chatting away in my last post about Femmeslash!Friday, aka tonight's SGA episode. Then, through a wonderful twist of fate, we created the SG-1/SGA Pantsless!Femmeslash!Friday Ficathon in celebration!

Basically, the rules/guidelines go something like this:

1. Just sit down, pick a pairing, & start writing! You can leave a prompt if you can't think of what to write, but mark it in the subject line so it's easily found!
2. It can be fluffy, purely PWP, gen or whatever you can think of, as long as it involves pantslessness & is femmeslashy in nature.
3. Post your response to the challenge in a comment to this post. You have 4300 characters to use up, that's PLENTY for some sexy girlporn, right? OF COURSE! However, if you wish to make your fic longer, than just post it at your LJ/writing community & link it here with the title, pairing & rating in the subject line so everyone can get to it!
4. Ficathon will run from Friday, November 9th, to Monday, November 12th- yay for weekend femmeslash!
5. PIMP THIS OUT LIKE CRAZY, PEOPLE! It won't be nearly as much fun if you don't! PLUS, THE MORE YOU PIMP? THE BETTER CHANCE YOU'LL SEE WHAT YOU WANT!
6. Also, you may request a pairing of your choice, crossover or not. Just post it in the subject line as such: Request - Sam/Janet - Bondage, or whatever you want!

HAPPY FEMMESLASHING & HAPPY FRIDAY TO EVERYONE!

Comments

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh, this is AMAZING. I am going to go pimp it out all over my journal!

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

YOU DID! I SAW IT! THANKYOOOOOU! ::dances::

Request - Sam/Teyla

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

This is a great idea - will pimp like a loon!

Also, I would like it very much if someone would write me some hot Sam/Teyla...

[crystal-lily.livejournal.com]

Lol, this is brilliant! Sadly, my writing skills are... nonexistent. :D

[elerigo-amor.livejournal.com]

The only way is to practice, and then practice some more,I'm writing my first not school related story, but i plan on getting better

On a side note if i weren't obsessed with my own story i would write a pantsless story

Request - Sam/Janet Anything as long as it has a happy ending!

[ml-spikie.livejournal.com]

I can't write, but I love to read! I love Sam/Janet - happy endings only please!

comfort - teyla/keller - pg13 - SPOILERS FOR "MISSING"

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

SPOILERS FOR MISSING!!! SERIOUSLY. BIG ONES!




***

When Jennifer tells her the news (because it's Jennifer now. After all of that it has to be.), she makes sure Teyla is comfortable and give her a glass of water. She keeps a basin ready, and Teyla does not understand until the words leave her mouth, until she's processing them, and then she feels it, the cold twist in her stomach, and she vomits and vomits and vomits.

Teyla spends the next two days sleeping, both in the infirmary and in her own bed. Jennifer tells everyone she's still recovering and they all seem to believe it, although Colonel Carter comes by personally and seems to understand that there is more at work.

Jennifer comes by too, right before she leaves to visit her father.

"I just... god, Teyla. I'm so sorry. About..." She gestures futilely, then covers her face with her hands. "We'll find him. We'll find all of them, I promise, I'll do everything... everything I can..."

It is Jennifer who starts to cry, little hiccoughing sobs, and Teyla gets up and pulls her towards the bed, stroking her hair. She can't find it within herself to cry, not yet. The shock and anger and fear are too strong to let the grief set in.

She kisses Jennifer on the forehead, which is a sign of the most intimate friendship between her people. On Atlantis, it is only her team who have earned this privilege so far, and she has never explained what it meant. Jennifer sobs and shifts and suddenly the kiss isn't on the forehead anymore.

But it still seems right. It seems like the comfort Jennifer needs, so Teyla kisses back, runs her hand down Jennifer's thigh, licks into the heat of her mouth. She pushes her back onto the bed and unbuttons her blouse and her pants and breathes against her skin until Teyla can feel her own tears running down her face, until she loses track of who is comforting who.

Re: comfort - teyla/keller - pg13 - SPOILERS FOR "MISSING"

[lurkmuch.livejournal.com]

YAY! God, those two are so damn cute together.

Re: comfort - teyla/keller - pg13 - SPOILERS FOR "MISSING"

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

::floppyflop:: Perfect little slashy coda for the girls! ::hugs them::

(& ooooo, infirmary!sexing! :D)

Re: comfort - teyla/keller - pg13 - SPOILERS FOR "MISSING"

[havocthecat]

Very nice! Keller/Teyla is highly awesome.

Re: comfort - teyla/keller - pg13 - SPOILERS FOR "MISSING"

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

Awww... I just watched Missing and I think I might have a new OTP. This is beautiful, bittersweet and emotional. Perfect!

Re: comfort - teyla/keller - pg13 - SPOILERS FOR "MISSING"

[accidentalfan.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Very nice. After "Missing" their relationship could go one of two ways, and I much prefer this way. Yay!

Credibility Fading, Sam/Vala, R

[geonncannon.livejournal.com]

{set in the speculative time between Unending and Atlantis Season 4, sort-of spoilers for Ripple Effect and Memento Mori}

She is a Colonel in the United States Air Force. She has been decorated for her work in the line of duty. She is a military brat, and a damned good one, too. She demands respect.

Except, maybe, the night after a big feast off-world with the rest of SG-1. All she knows is that dawn has brought a thick fog - hopefully thick enough to hide her - and a throbbing migraine. She sticks her head out of the tent and looks around, her hair - she'll never get used to it being this long - standing up in tall spikes.

She hurries to Vala's tent, unable to believe she had been drunk enough to forget them the night before. She ducks inside, grabs her pants and turns to run back to her own tent.

Cameron, Daniel and Teal'c are standing at the edge of the trees. Cam's mouth hangs open, an apple frozen halfway to his lips. Daniel's eyebrows are rising to his hairline. And Teal'c just smirks.

And Sam stands in the middle of their camp with her black t-shirt wrapped around her waist. She presses her thighs together and covers one socked foot with the other. She has her jacket on, but the t-shirt isn't much of a sarong. She clears her throat, shifts her weight and then nods to the men. "Gentlemen."

She walks confidently past them and into her own tent. Once she's safely inside the shadowy confines of her tent, she kicks herself. She never should have made fun of Cameron for losing his pants.

She would never hear the end of this...

Re: Credibility Fading, Sam/Vala, R

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

YES. I love the reference to Cam loosing his pants, because that is one of my favourite things that ever happened XD

And, also, Sam/Vala ftw, of course.

[quarterturn.livejournal.com]

Aw, this is a brilliant idea, I wish I knew the fandom! Would you maybe consider expanding it to include other fandoms in the future? *bats eyelashes* :D

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

O, thank you! ::hugs:: & if this goes well, then I'll DEFINITELY expand it to other fandoms the next time I do it! ^_____^

::kisses yah::

Comforting - Vala/Sam - PG- very short

[yviwriting.livejournal.com]

Men are strong and protective and Vala likes that from time to time. But women are soft and taste sweet and she likes that more. She likes the way the long hair feels against her touch when she strokes it. She also likes that they know what they are doing.

Sam is a special one for her. Sam is both, soft and protective and when she lies in bed with her, both of them sweaty and exhausted, she wants to stay with her forever.

But Vala isn't one for forever and Sam knows that. Sam will always pick a man for the forever part and Vala knows that. But until then, they are there for the comfort. For the touching and for the ecstasy and for the not sleeping alone.

That's Vala's favorite part. The not sleeping alone. But she will never tell Sam that.

Re: Comforting - Vala/Sam - PG- very short

[havocthecat]

Sam will always pick a man for the forever part and Vala knows that.

If Sam ever pics anyone for the forever part, at least. Some days, I kind of feel like Sam has picked her team for that.

Very nice!

Re: Comforting - Vala/Sam - PG- very short

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

I really love this interpretation of Vala. It's just great. And I love the last line. Great job!

Public Places - Vala/Elizabeth - R

[kinky-carter.livejournal.com]

It was more then anyone would have thought, and all John and Daniel could do was stand there and watch. When Vala had simply walked through the doorway of Elizabeth's office with no notice to boundaries or the obvious fact that Elizabeth's office was surrounded by clear glass. That just made it more exciting, she thought. She'd entered, a seductive grin placed only for Elizabeth as she backed her up against the glass wall. Daniel was about to protest when John put his hand to his mouth and whispered for him to be quite and just watch. Elizabeth looked at her with shock apparent on her face and a hidden depth of want. Vala smiled and ran her index finger across Elizabeth's bottom lip. She was hypnotized by Vala's eyes as they penetrated into her with such intensity and lust. Vala brought her mouth to hers and was met by a moan from Elizabeth's lips.

As John and Daniel looked on, Vala's hands had somehow already found their way under Elizabeth's shirt and were roaming across her breasts. Elizabeth let out a whimper she couldn't suppress. Vala smiled into Elizabeth's lips at that sound and it only made her want more. Elizabeth tried to gain composure and push her away but Vala took the upper hand and swung her around and pushed her face first up against her offices glass window. Snaking her hand down into the front of Elizabeth's pants she made a bee line for the immediate wetness she now feels. Elizabeth gasps at the sensitivity of that simple touch, fogging the window where her face lies.

Vala rotates her fingers in a circular motion, teasing and testing her, Elizabeth drags her nails down the glass leaving marks, Vala wishes were left on her. Meanwhile, Vala's other hand is pinching and rubbing every inch of Elizabeth's tender breasts. Silent moans and gasps fill her office as she immerses herself in the pleasure despite the fact that everyone can see this. For whatever reason it makes it all the more exciting and she doesn't want her to stop. Vala bites the back of her neck leaving her mark as she's done with so many in the past. But for some reason she wants it to be known even more with Elizabeth. Something no one, but now everyone, would ever know.

And right when she thinks it'll never end, Elizabeth feels her climax sending her head back against Vala's shoulder.She places a tender kiss against Elizabeth's cheek and removes her hand, letting Elizabeth rest back against the glass panting, she brings her fingers to her mouth and simply places them in her mouth. Cleaning them of her accomplishment she winks at the guys, and giggles Elizabeth a farewell and walks right on by as if nothing had occurred. John looks to Daniel, mouths a gasp, Daniel runs after Vala as John kneels to Elizabeth now sitting on the floor with a smile across her face. "Maybe we should try public places," she smirks at him as he returns the look.

Re: Public Places - Vala/Elizabeth - R

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

O. my. goodness! While I admit, I have not really met Miss Mal Doran yet, IT MATTERS NOT, FOR THIS IS SIMPLY DELICIOUS. You've hit TWO of my biggest kinks in this, voyeurism & public!sex, YAY! ::hugs you:: Thanks for sharing!

chain reaction - cadman/brown - nc-17

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

If she wanted to, Laura could blame half of Atlantis. She could shift the blame to someone else every other day and still spend a year spreading it out across the city.

Today she feels like blaming Colonel Sheppard, mostly because he's assigned her this stupid patrol. If she's honest with herself, Lorne was probably the one who assigned the patrol, but she already spent a few days blaming him last week.

So, today it's Sheppard's fault for getting himself captured and for letting Rodney kiss him in he middle of the gate room when his battered, broken body was finally recovered. Of course, Sheppard was only half-concious at the time, but still.

If Sheppard had never gotten captured then Rodney would have never been crazy with grief, and if Rodney was never crazy with grief, he never would have kissed Sheppard in front of half the expedition, and Rodney had never kissed Sheppard in front of half the expedition, then Katie never would have burst into tears and run to Laura for comfort, and if Katie had never run to Laura for comfort, Laura would totally be able to concentrate on things like watching scientists and not spend hours thinking about Katie's breasts.

It's what she's thinking about right now, as she listens to Zelenka and Vogel argue in German at the top of their voices as they gesture at a white board. She's thinking about the way she took Katie back to her quarters so she didn't have to see Rodney holding Sheppard's hand, abandoning his crutches and relying on Ronon and Teyla to keep him upright as they hobbled to the infirmary. She's thinking about Katie sprawled across her bed, sobbing against her neck. She's thinking about Katie falling asleep against her, the way her blouse had come unbuttoned.

She's thinking about the fact that Katie doesn't wear a bra.

And god, she had to stare at that all night, with Katie's tangled between hers, her bare breasts peeking through the gap in her blouse, the freckles that dipped down past where Laura could see.

But what she's trying not to think about, what she's trying to forget, at least for the moment, is what Katie looked like in the grey light of the earliest hours of the morning. Of the look in Katie's eyes when she sat up and realized where she was, who she was pressed against. She can't think about those things, not while she's on duty. She can't think of the way Katie deliberately slid her thigh more firmly between Laura's legs, of the hand under her shirt, of chilly, graceful fingers tweaking a nipple.

But now that's all she can think of. Vogel and Zelenka are close to throwing things at each other, but Laura is a million miles away, Laura is back in bed, sliding her hand up Katie's thigh, hiking her skirt up, smiling slyly at the way Katie shivered under her touch, at the way she pressed herself down against Laura's hand. Her panties were already wet, her nipples hard and pink and peeking out of the gap in her blouse, begging to be sucked. She remembers the breathy little sounds Katie made against her mouth, the way her hips bucked again and again as Laura thumbed her clit, fingers sliding in and out of her with more and more speed.

And Katie licking into her, hands pressing Laura's thighs apart, tongue going in and out.

And Katie's fingers. Katie's teeth.

And the way the room whited, everything fuzzy except for the way Katie's fingers were digging into her thighs.

She's still thinking about it when there's a tap on her shoulder and she turns to find Sergeant Townsend standing next to her.

"Here to relieve you, Lieutenant," he says, and she nods.

"Thanks, Sergeant," she says. "Hope your German's good."

Townsend rolls his eyes and she gives him a wry smile as she heads back down to her quarters. She's off until tomorrow afternoon's mission, when she's sure she'll transfer the blame to Zelenka or Price or whoever else annoys her while they're scouting out the mining sights on P53-185 and her mind is back in Atlantis.

Katie is standing by the door, bouncing on the balls of her feet when Laura approaches her. When she sees Laura, she smiles and flushes, and bounces a little faster.

God, it's all Sheppard's fault. She wants to kill him, but she also thinks that maybe she should send him a fruit basket.

Re: chain reaction - cadman/brown - nc-17

[lurkmuch.livejournal.com]

MADE OF AWESOMESAUCE!!!!!!!

Nnngg. Hot like burning. Also, fruit basket. (Because, really? He'd find it funny, if she could tell him why.)

A Giant's Strength - Sam/Teyla - NC:17

[finding-jay.livejournal.com]

She was only meant to be comforting her. A few kind words, maybe a hug, even suggest an Athosian funeral service, seeing as Kate’s mother had died several months ago and thus had no next-of-kin. Teyla doesn’t share her emotions freely, and Sam knows what that’s like. It bubbles inside until it spills over the edges and anyone who is caught in the tide will be thrust around until the storm is over.

The ‘I’m sorry’s and ‘You have my deepest condolence’s turn into ‘Teyla, I think’s and ‘Maybe this should happen later’s. Eventually they turn into nothing but breathy sighs and choked out moans.

Teyla’s hands are rough, but her gestures are smooth and she slides down Sam’s body with all the grace of a dancer. Sam’s pants slide down with her until they pulled off her legs, her boots going with them. Teyla’s tongue is hot as it runs up her inner thigh, dipping into her cunt and over her clit. Sam’s socked toes, her heel bare from where the sock has been pushed down, runs over the sliver of skin exposed between Teyla’s shirt and skirt.

Sam knows she’s thinking of Kate as the barest edge of her teeth graze against her clit, and Sam doesn’t correct her when Teyla hisses Kate’s name as Sam pulls at her hair. It’s easier to let Teyla work through the mourning process on her own, even if that involves pushing her fingers into Sam’s cunt, her tongue lapping at her juices.

Somehow Sam keeps Vala’s name at bay as she orgasms.

The funeral service on the mainland is quiet. A blend of Athosian and some Christian denomination that Sam can’t recognise, but Teyla mentioned it over the meetings, one where Sam can’t look her in the eye and Teyla didn’t make an attempt to.

‘At least you two managed to celebrate your relationship together,’ Sam says.

‘At least she’s alive,’ Teyla replies.

Re: A Giant's Strength - Sam/Teyla - NC:17

[lurkmuch.livejournal.com]

Oh. Angsty and hot and perfect.

The Scent of Jasmine - Sam/Janet - R

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

(a triple force drabble!)

Sam tangled her fingers in Janet's coppery hair as Janet pressed her against the wall nearest to them. Her tongue traced a long, looping path against Sam's throat as she eased her hand down to the zipper on Sam's jeans, tugging it down slowly, gently, making Sam thrust her hips against her hand in impatience. Janet smiled against Sam's neck & tugged the metal pull down further, her fingers flicking open the button at the top. Her fingers dipped between Sam's thighs, brushing against her already wet panties, easing both down slowly, making Sam shudder and dig her fingers harder into Janet's back, both women only vaguely aware of their shower which was still running. Janet fumbled for the knob to shut the water off, until Sam stopped her.

'No need to let that shower go to waste.' she said, smiling devilishly. She stripped off her top and bra and stepped into the shower, holding the curtain back for Janet. 'Coming in?'

Janet slipped off her robe and followed Sam into the shower, where Sam greeted her with a kiss and the feel of a warm, silky sponge moving across her back and the scent of jasmine in its wake. Sam ran the sponge across Janet's back and neck, letting the bubbles wash off and causing the shower to fill with the scent of them. She smiled and drew Janet closer to her, her back pressed against the shower wall. Her thumbnail moved slowly against Janet's clit, rubbing gently, softly, the petite woman's moans filling her ears as the jasmine had filled her nose. She felt Janet shudder against her, then wet heat against her fingers, quickly washed away by the soap and water.

They were silent for a moment, Janet's lips pressing against Sam's temple. Sam's eyes were closed, enjoying the heat of the shower and the feel of Janet against her, until she felt Janet's hand reaching for the sponge again.

"My turn, Sam."

Re: The Scent of Jasmine - Sam/Janet - R

[colonel-taisa.livejournal.com]

I said it before and I'll say it again- 'GUH'

*throws glitter*

(Now can write that other shower smut XD)

Control, Sam/Janet

[geonncannon.livejournal.com]

Sam couldn't fall asleep, so she curled against Janet's back. She pressed her lips to the back of Janet's neck and put her hand over Janet's stomach. Her slow, steady breathing said that she was still fast asleep. Sam loved these moments, when Janet was sleeping so deeply that she wasn't aware of anything else. She moved her hand down to the hem of Janet's nightshirt, feeling the warmth of her bare thigh.

Janet Fraiser, the tough-as-nails Chief Medical Officer of the SGC. Miss "My House, My Rules," the one who always had to be in control... here she was, unconscious and unaware in Sam's arms. Comfortable enough to let her guard down enough to be asleep and half-naked with her. Sam kissed the curve of Janet's ear.

She whispered and Janet's head lifted off the pillow. "What?"

Sam smiled. "That woke you up?"

Janet rolled onto her back and looked up at Sam. "Did you say you loved me?"

"Yes." She bent down and kissed Janet's neck. Janet lifted her chin and moaned, giving Sam more room to work. Her right leg came up and hooked over Sam's hip. "Oh, Sam..."

Sam slid her hands under Janet's shirt and lifted it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to get the cotton out of the way. Janet leaned in and kissed Sam's lips. They fell back to the mattress and Janet twisted them so that she was on top.

Sam laughed and said, "You always have to be in control, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Janet said as she guided Sam's hands to the headboard. "And you know you love it."

Sam gripped the headboard. Her eyes drifted shut and she whispered, "Oh, yes, ma'am," as Janet bent her head to worship Sam's body.

[ml-spikie.livejournal.com]

I love Sam/Janet so much. This was just wonderful! Thank you.