#shipmas2020

Here are my two offerings (so far, I might write more when I wake up).

Keep the Scarf (M)

Dear lovely readers,

since Shipmas 2020 is looming on the horizon, I have to crank up the pressure on my muse. 

Therefore, I’ll give you a teaser.

Sam pushed the material upward and gaped at the enticing, firm flesh three inches away from her face. Wetting her lips, she contemplated whether or not to slide the tip of her tongue over one globe. Just once, just briefly. He wouldn’t even notice.

His buttocks flexed and a soft moan that sounded suspiciously like “Carter” passed his lips.

The sweet praise wrapped itself around her and made her dizzy. With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she dipped the soft bristles into the silver can and marked him, M-I-N-E. She couldn’t have been more blatant.

During negotiations with the people of PWP-3XS, SG-1 has to participate in a ritual that involves ‘applying a sacred pattern onto one’s skin’.

Reluctant, and due to Jack’s loose tongue, they resign themselves to their fate and find a way to enjoy Christmas far away from home.