Mezzanine AU 'be like water' remix, NC-17, het

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synecdochic asked for porn, so I've attempted to remix her own glorious porn.

So this is a remix of an AU of an AU of an AU of an AU. *squints* The original AU being in the SG-1 episode 'The Road Not Taken', which gives us a Cameron Mitchell who is confined to a wheelchair, never having fully recovered after crashing his F-302 in Antarctica. The Broken Wings 'verse gives us a Cam who is part-way between that Cam and canon Cam and who's involved with Jack O'Neill's clone, JD Nielson. The Mezzanine 'verse gives us his female counterpart, Cammie Mitchell, who is partnered with JD, plus (eventually) Daniel Jackson. And then there's this new AU of Mezzanine (Gedulah), which is still being constructed by synecdochic and ivorygates, and we don't know a hell of a lot about it yet, but synecdochic posted an outtake, which was the breathtaking 'Be Like Water', linked above, which gives us Daniel Jackson in the role of voyeur.

And I did a bit of a remix, which can be found behind the cut. ~575 words, NC-17.


They both know Daniel’s there, because Cammie sees it in Nielson’s split-second loss of focus. He doesn’t move or look away, but for just a moment he’s listening, and not to her, not to her body. And then there’s a subtle shift of his shoulders, and she doesn’t know if it’s intended to communicate to her, but it does; and she knows, when he kisses her thigh and says, “Come on, sweetheart, just let go for me,” that she’s reacted in some infinitesimal way and he’s gentling her. Encouraging her to go with the flow and carpe noctem and we’ve talked about this, Mitchell.

He knows she knows, and his next words and actions prove it, as he jokes about her having an exhibitionism kink even as he shifts his body, kissing down her leg and exposing her to Daniel’s gaze. She was already open to Nielson, accepting and welcoming his lovemaking, and now something within her opens to Daniel, warms under his invisible gaze. Nielson’s fingers move, deep inside her, and she can’t tell, really can’t at this very fucking moment tell whether Daniel’s presence is fundamentally adding to her already intense arousal.

But she suspects it is. So she denies it of course. "I don't have a -- oh God, you bastard, God I'm gonna kill you --" Her fingers curl into Nielson’s hair as his thumb strokes her clit, and they both laugh with the excitement of a secret shared, with the joy of loving and wanting, with the acknowledgment and dismissal of her feeble lie. She pulls his head down to her, arching up to greet him, and blooms under the touch of his mouth, the gentle press of his teeth. "I don't have an exhibitionism kink," she manages to say before she loses herself in the sensations that are softly consuming her.

Nielson’s fingers twist and gently thrust, opening and filling her, and her body responds, taking him in and squeezing down on him, pulsing around him. She throbs, and it’s a dark and satisfying counterpoint to the high-pitched need centered around his tongue, his teeth, her clit. Her body tenses, her hands pull, demand, yet cradle Nielson’s skull (thick, thick skull) like a fragile treasure.

As Cammie’s shaking fingers caress Nielson’s head, her mind reaches out to Daniel. See. No play-acting. Nielson is warm and familiar and beloved beneath her hand. Her breath hitches. Nielson recognizes the sound, the sign, and guides her body into alignment, freeing her to flow through her imminent orgasm.

See. See. Her body begins to shake and she holds back her cry, biting her lip, as Nielson’s tongue laps harder, forcing and lifting her to completion. Her head falls back. Pleasure explodes.

See.

Her hands relax and she lets them fall to rest on Nielson’s warm shoulders. Reaches one up to trail along his forehead, pushing his hair back. His mouth leaves her with a final kiss. She raises her head with an effort and smiles down at him. She would never attempt to conceal her love at a moment like this, but this moment is different from any other they’ve shared, and the difference is there in Nielson’s yearning eyes.

His fingers are still buried inside her, and she tightens slowly around them. When she relaxes, after-pulses continue, squeezing lightly against him.

Nielson’s eyes change, smile.

They’re only getting started. There’s so much more that they need Daniel to see.