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Title: The Great Cookie Batter War
Pairing/Characters: Cameron/Sam
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dear god. Food porn.
Word Count: 963
Notes: Originally written for Porn Battle VII for the prompt "Cameron/Sam, cookies" here. This is the full version. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abyssinia4077 for the quick lookover. And handholding, because, ack, I just wrote pure PWP for the first time.
Sam had wheedled Cam into agreeing to come over this weekend, their first one off in god-only-knows-how-long. Well, actually, she held his promise of better cookies from when she had been injured the last time in the infirmary over his head, and he caved entirely.
Which is how Cam ended up in her kitchen baking chocolate-chip cookies ("Everyone loves chocolate-chip cookies."). He already had one sheet just out of the oven, and the smell was so good that she couldn't help herself but try to sneak some from the mixing bowl.
"Ah!" He mock-scolded, gently slapping her hand away. She stuck her tongue out at him. Her hand darted out again and swiped a fingerful of batter from the bowl, and she danced out of the way before he could smack her hand again.
Cam blinked at her as she stuck the batter in her mouth. A wicked grin crossed his face. "Why you..." he growled before he sprung at her. Sam yelped and nearly dissolved in a fit of laughter as Cam mercilessly tickled her.
She tried to retaliate, but Cam had her against the counter. That's when she noticed the mixing bowl. Sam reached for it, grabbed some cookie batter, and smeared it across Cam's face.
Her breather only lasted a second before Cam grabbed a handful of batter from the bowl and dumped down the back of her shirt. "Cam!" Sam jumped as the cool batter smeared across her shoulders from his hands, and the action knocked them both off-balance enough that they tumbled to the floor.
"Well, you couldn't wait," he drawled from under her. She looked at him, cookie batter all over his face, and collapsed in laughter. Cam joined soon after, and she buried her face into his neck. There was a bit of batter near her lips, and her tongue darted out to lick it off him. He stilled suddenly, and Sam realized that the batter tasted better this way. She licked a trail along his jaw until she reached his mouth, and then she kissed him.
His hands were still on her shoulders, and he pulled her closer to him, not caring how the batter squished through his fingers and onto her shoulders. He groaned into her mouth when she shifted on top of him. Cam moved his hands, finally, and stripped her of her shirt. He pulled her down again and this time, ran his tongue across her shoulder to her neck, licking up the batter there.
It didn't take long after that before both of them were completely void of clothing. Cam captured her mouth again and Sam raised her arm and blindly searched for the mixing bowl on the countertop. It clattered to the floor next to them. He gasped in her mouth as she reached for the batter again and this time rubbed it over his chest, fingers splaying over hard muscle. When her fingers were clean, she broke the kiss and bent her head, licking down his torso to his groin.
Cam arched his hips and gasped "Fuck, Sam."
"That was the plan." She sat up and tapped her fingers against his abdomen. Cam looked at her incredulously.
"'Was'?"
"Hm...yeah. Might have to change it, though." She eyed his painfully-hard cock and shifted.
Cam whimpered. He actually whimpered.
"Oh you so owe me."
"Shit. Anything, Sam. I'll--FUCK!" She sank down on top of him, and he arched up to meet her. He breathed out hard. "Oookay, not expecting that."
"If I gave you a blowjob, you so would not have been able to handle payback."
"Is that a challenge?" In response, Sam rolled her hips. Cam sucked in a breath. She grinned at him.
"Oh totally. Better get to work."
Cam grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down into a kiss. He tasted like chocolate chips, and she smiled against his mouth. She felt him shift one hand, felt him slide it down her back and around her hip until it rested in between them, his knuckles giving her friction when she moved.
"Better," she mumbled. He grumbled in response, then shifted. His fingers were on her clit, and when he moved he hit her deeper. She sucked in a breath and scraped her fingers through his hair. His other hand moved down to cup a breast, and when she tilted her head back, he mouthed her throat. She felt him lick off bits of cookie batter as he did so. They shifted slightly, and Cam had to quickly move his hand from ther breast to brace them on the floor so they didn't fall over.
"Okay...new plan," he gasped.
"Shut up and keep doing that," Sam bit out. The floor was ridiculously cold on her knees.
"Works." And judging from the angle Cam had his wrist bent at to brace the two of them, that couldn't be comfortable. And then Cam started moving his hips and hitting her deep right there, and coherent thought fled her mind.
She dropped her hands from his hair and planted them on either side of his head, using them as leverage to push against him on each thrust in time. It felt like a current running down her spine and winding her tight as he twisted his fingers on her clit, and when he pressed just right, the pressure snapped and she broke apart on him. He soon followed her over the edge, thrusting hard enough one last time to make her knees leave the tiled floor as he came.
They both collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap on the floor, breathing hard. Sam lifted her head from Cam's shoulder and licked some stray cookie batter off his ear.
"Okay, I really, really like your chocolate chip cookies."
"Told you you would."
Pairing/Characters: Cameron/Sam
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dear god. Food porn.
Word Count: 963
Notes: Originally written for Porn Battle VII for the prompt "Cameron/Sam, cookies" here. This is the full version. Thanks to
abyssinia4077 for the quick lookover. And handholding, because, ack, I just wrote pure PWP for the first time.Sam had wheedled Cam into agreeing to come over this weekend, their first one off in god-only-knows-how-long. Well, actually, she held his promise of better cookies from when she had been injured the last time in the infirmary over his head, and he caved entirely.
Which is how Cam ended up in her kitchen baking chocolate-chip cookies ("Everyone loves chocolate-chip cookies."). He already had one sheet just out of the oven, and the smell was so good that she couldn't help herself but try to sneak some from the mixing bowl.
"Ah!" He mock-scolded, gently slapping her hand away. She stuck her tongue out at him. Her hand darted out again and swiped a fingerful of batter from the bowl, and she danced out of the way before he could smack her hand again.
Cam blinked at her as she stuck the batter in her mouth. A wicked grin crossed his face. "Why you..." he growled before he sprung at her. Sam yelped and nearly dissolved in a fit of laughter as Cam mercilessly tickled her.
She tried to retaliate, but Cam had her against the counter. That's when she noticed the mixing bowl. Sam reached for it, grabbed some cookie batter, and smeared it across Cam's face.
Her breather only lasted a second before Cam grabbed a handful of batter from the bowl and dumped down the back of her shirt. "Cam!" Sam jumped as the cool batter smeared across her shoulders from his hands, and the action knocked them both off-balance enough that they tumbled to the floor.
"Well, you couldn't wait," he drawled from under her. She looked at him, cookie batter all over his face, and collapsed in laughter. Cam joined soon after, and she buried her face into his neck. There was a bit of batter near her lips, and her tongue darted out to lick it off him. He stilled suddenly, and Sam realized that the batter tasted better this way. She licked a trail along his jaw until she reached his mouth, and then she kissed him.
His hands were still on her shoulders, and he pulled her closer to him, not caring how the batter squished through his fingers and onto her shoulders. He groaned into her mouth when she shifted on top of him. Cam moved his hands, finally, and stripped her of her shirt. He pulled her down again and this time, ran his tongue across her shoulder to her neck, licking up the batter there.
It didn't take long after that before both of them were completely void of clothing. Cam captured her mouth again and Sam raised her arm and blindly searched for the mixing bowl on the countertop. It clattered to the floor next to them. He gasped in her mouth as she reached for the batter again and this time rubbed it over his chest, fingers splaying over hard muscle. When her fingers were clean, she broke the kiss and bent her head, licking down his torso to his groin.
Cam arched his hips and gasped "Fuck, Sam."
"That was the plan." She sat up and tapped her fingers against his abdomen. Cam looked at her incredulously.
"'Was'?"
"Hm...yeah. Might have to change it, though." She eyed his painfully-hard cock and shifted.
Cam whimpered. He actually whimpered.
"Oh you so owe me."
"Shit. Anything, Sam. I'll--FUCK!" She sank down on top of him, and he arched up to meet her. He breathed out hard. "Oookay, not expecting that."
"If I gave you a blowjob, you so would not have been able to handle payback."
"Is that a challenge?" In response, Sam rolled her hips. Cam sucked in a breath. She grinned at him.
"Oh totally. Better get to work."
Cam grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down into a kiss. He tasted like chocolate chips, and she smiled against his mouth. She felt him shift one hand, felt him slide it down her back and around her hip until it rested in between them, his knuckles giving her friction when she moved.
"Better," she mumbled. He grumbled in response, then shifted. His fingers were on her clit, and when he moved he hit her deeper. She sucked in a breath and scraped her fingers through his hair. His other hand moved down to cup a breast, and when she tilted her head back, he mouthed her throat. She felt him lick off bits of cookie batter as he did so. They shifted slightly, and Cam had to quickly move his hand from ther breast to brace them on the floor so they didn't fall over.
"Okay...new plan," he gasped.
"Shut up and keep doing that," Sam bit out. The floor was ridiculously cold on her knees.
"Works." And judging from the angle Cam had his wrist bent at to brace the two of them, that couldn't be comfortable. And then Cam started moving his hips and hitting her deep right there, and coherent thought fled her mind.
She dropped her hands from his hair and planted them on either side of his head, using them as leverage to push against him on each thrust in time. It felt like a current running down her spine and winding her tight as he twisted his fingers on her clit, and when he pressed just right, the pressure snapped and she broke apart on him. He soon followed her over the edge, thrusting hard enough one last time to make her knees leave the tiled floor as he came.
They both collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap on the floor, breathing hard. Sam lifted her head from Cam's shoulder and licked some stray cookie batter off his ear.
"Okay, I really, really like your chocolate chip cookies."
"Told you you would."
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*porn stamp of approval*
(I just....you managed to make food porn sweet and hot rather than icky!)
(and I love how playful they are and how it's still just a little bit of competition because they're still pilots donchaknow)
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*is proud*
(I have no idea how I did that. I blame my source material.)
(I think Sam and Cam can't NOT be playful. They're just too easy around each other. And of course it's a little bit of a competition, the silly flyboy and flygirl.)
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And yes, I imagine it was very, very sticky. :)
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Also? You should definitely write PWP more often. Just saying. :)
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More PWP? *blushes* Oy, thank you for the compliment. I was kinda freaked out that I was writing it, but figured, well, I should try to "do something outside my normal range" as a challenge. So, um, thank you. :)