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picfor1000Title: Desert Heat
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reynardin
Fandom: Capt. Jack Harkness, pre-Torchwood
Summary: Jack came to in the early dawn. No pack, no coat, and no clue what happened. Just himself, the desert, and this camel.
Rating: R
Word Count: One Thousand Exactly!
Warnings: Jack gets himself killed... again.
Many thanks todraycevixen who encouraged me to sign up.
Her nickname is Little Cobra. She likes the name, she values it, it is a way for her to be proud of her terrible temper.
That morning she saw a man appear in the shimmer of heat above the sand. It happened so suddenly that she had no time to cover herself, or hide. She had been bathing in the shallow oasis, enjoying the slight breeze on her naked skin, free of the layers of dark silk that would cover her from head to toe until evening.
He asked a question in some foreign tongue, saw her incomprehension, and said clearly:
‘Hello, gorgeous, would you oblige me by telling me what day it is?’
The memory of his open smile and his cheerful appraisal of her exposed body stayed with her for the rest of the day. He made his way into their camp, and was invited to share a meal with her Prince brother. Her brother seemed quite taken with him, because he offered him accommodation in the tent next to his, turning out one of his friends in the process. This made Cobra laugh, as she watched the proceedings from between the folds of her own tent. She hated her brother’s friends.
Their caravan had been stalled here for over a month now, waiting to join up with another camel train before they started the last leg of their journey. Cobra stayed inside her tent all day, every day, inside and still covered up, reading her one book over and over. Now, however, she had something new to think about. She had Jack.
Captain Jack Harkness, he introduced himself. Cobra thought his skin very pale. Even Europeans were tanned dark by this point in their crossing. He was taller than her brother. He had some strange possessions, tools she did not recognize. He carried a heavy wool coat with him, which he kept carefully free of sand. He had blue eyes. He had beautiful blue eyes, the colour of sapphires, or lapis lazuli. She remembered them following her naked form, as she stood before him in the oasis. He had looked upon her, and she had felt no shame, and no fear. No-one had ever seen what he had seen. It was a moment between them, binding them together. Cobra wondered if she would follow him, if he was eligible to marry her, if he would take her out of the desert, if she would travel with him, all over the world. She wondered if he would be eager for their wedding night, as she was. And she was. Thinking about it, she could feel her temperature rise, and she felt between her legs, where she was sweet and wet. She thought of him coming to her, undressing her layer by layer, his firm cock pressing hard against his breeches, and her thigh, and then pressing into her, as he lost himself to an inexorable rhythm of fucking until a mind shattering climax stopped time altogether – and she fell back onto the floor of her tent, tangled in her own sweat stained silks, dazed, happy, and full of hope. Little Cobra Harkness, Lady Cobra Harkness, oh when would her new life begin?
She had to see him. It was dark now, and she knew how to hide in shadows. She wrapped herself in an extra layer against the night chill, and slipped out to find him.
She knew he had befriended their guides, talking to them about the lay of the land and asking them about strange occurrences. She found them around their cooking fires, chatting quietly, but Jack was not with them. She had a difficult moment when she thought he might be among the other women in camp, women who kept her brother and his ugly friends amused and sated – but when she peeked into their lavish tent, every ass she saw belonged to one or other of them. Another night she would have stayed to watch, devising snide comments to bite at their egos. Actually, her brother wasn’t here tonight, which was odd – he did not usually stray far from his posse.
Curious, she moved into the dark doorway of her brother’s tent. She could hear him inside. There was the clatter of a table being overturned, and suddenly she could hear him clearly. But was he…. crying? She had not seen him cry since he was four. Now, she heard long moans of grief, muffled whimpers, and him thrashing about. Her heart went out to him, he was her brother after all, and she had a thought to slip inside and comfort him.
And then Jack laughed.
Goosebumps seized her skin as she stiffened. Slowly she parted the door flaps. The low lamps smoked, but there was enough light for her to see everything. She stood, transfixed in the doorway, and watched, as Jack bent forward to kiss her brother’s lips, as Jack shifted her brother’s hips against his own, as Jack thrust into him again, causing another wail to escape into the night. Jack held her brother’s arms as he fucked him, bracing him and embracing him, and she could see her brother’s face, shining with tears, but smiling so sweetly that he looked a complete fool. And that’s when anger hit Little Cobra like a sledgehammer. She saw red. And she saw a knife, a long, strong blade. Without thinking twice, she struck.
Her blade sank smooth and deep into Jack’s heart. He bucked, and seemed to thrust once more, and collapsed on the floor. The prince stared at her in outrage and fear, suddenly crying in earnest. Before he could speak, she gathered up Jack’s body and dragged it outside. Finally, she hauled him up over a camel’s back, lashed him in place, striking it savagely on the rump to send it cantering into the night.
Jack came to in the early dawn. No pack, no coat, and no clue what happened. Just himself, the desert, and this camel.
Author:
reynardinFandom: Capt. Jack Harkness, pre-Torchwood
Summary: Jack came to in the early dawn. No pack, no coat, and no clue what happened. Just himself, the desert, and this camel.
Rating: R
Word Count: One Thousand Exactly!
Warnings: Jack gets himself killed... again.
Many thanks to
draycevixen who encouraged me to sign up.Her nickname is Little Cobra. She likes the name, she values it, it is a way for her to be proud of her terrible temper.
That morning she saw a man appear in the shimmer of heat above the sand. It happened so suddenly that she had no time to cover herself, or hide. She had been bathing in the shallow oasis, enjoying the slight breeze on her naked skin, free of the layers of dark silk that would cover her from head to toe until evening.
He asked a question in some foreign tongue, saw her incomprehension, and said clearly:
‘Hello, gorgeous, would you oblige me by telling me what day it is?’
The memory of his open smile and his cheerful appraisal of her exposed body stayed with her for the rest of the day. He made his way into their camp, and was invited to share a meal with her Prince brother. Her brother seemed quite taken with him, because he offered him accommodation in the tent next to his, turning out one of his friends in the process. This made Cobra laugh, as she watched the proceedings from between the folds of her own tent. She hated her brother’s friends.
Their caravan had been stalled here for over a month now, waiting to join up with another camel train before they started the last leg of their journey. Cobra stayed inside her tent all day, every day, inside and still covered up, reading her one book over and over. Now, however, she had something new to think about. She had Jack.
Captain Jack Harkness, he introduced himself. Cobra thought his skin very pale. Even Europeans were tanned dark by this point in their crossing. He was taller than her brother. He had some strange possessions, tools she did not recognize. He carried a heavy wool coat with him, which he kept carefully free of sand. He had blue eyes. He had beautiful blue eyes, the colour of sapphires, or lapis lazuli. She remembered them following her naked form, as she stood before him in the oasis. He had looked upon her, and she had felt no shame, and no fear. No-one had ever seen what he had seen. It was a moment between them, binding them together. Cobra wondered if she would follow him, if he was eligible to marry her, if he would take her out of the desert, if she would travel with him, all over the world. She wondered if he would be eager for their wedding night, as she was. And she was. Thinking about it, she could feel her temperature rise, and she felt between her legs, where she was sweet and wet. She thought of him coming to her, undressing her layer by layer, his firm cock pressing hard against his breeches, and her thigh, and then pressing into her, as he lost himself to an inexorable rhythm of fucking until a mind shattering climax stopped time altogether – and she fell back onto the floor of her tent, tangled in her own sweat stained silks, dazed, happy, and full of hope. Little Cobra Harkness, Lady Cobra Harkness, oh when would her new life begin?
She had to see him. It was dark now, and she knew how to hide in shadows. She wrapped herself in an extra layer against the night chill, and slipped out to find him.
She knew he had befriended their guides, talking to them about the lay of the land and asking them about strange occurrences. She found them around their cooking fires, chatting quietly, but Jack was not with them. She had a difficult moment when she thought he might be among the other women in camp, women who kept her brother and his ugly friends amused and sated – but when she peeked into their lavish tent, every ass she saw belonged to one or other of them. Another night she would have stayed to watch, devising snide comments to bite at their egos. Actually, her brother wasn’t here tonight, which was odd – he did not usually stray far from his posse.
Curious, she moved into the dark doorway of her brother’s tent. She could hear him inside. There was the clatter of a table being overturned, and suddenly she could hear him clearly. But was he…. crying? She had not seen him cry since he was four. Now, she heard long moans of grief, muffled whimpers, and him thrashing about. Her heart went out to him, he was her brother after all, and she had a thought to slip inside and comfort him.
And then Jack laughed.
Goosebumps seized her skin as she stiffened. Slowly she parted the door flaps. The low lamps smoked, but there was enough light for her to see everything. She stood, transfixed in the doorway, and watched, as Jack bent forward to kiss her brother’s lips, as Jack shifted her brother’s hips against his own, as Jack thrust into him again, causing another wail to escape into the night. Jack held her brother’s arms as he fucked him, bracing him and embracing him, and she could see her brother’s face, shining with tears, but smiling so sweetly that he looked a complete fool. And that’s when anger hit Little Cobra like a sledgehammer. She saw red. And she saw a knife, a long, strong blade. Without thinking twice, she struck.
Her blade sank smooth and deep into Jack’s heart. He bucked, and seemed to thrust once more, and collapsed on the floor. The prince stared at her in outrage and fear, suddenly crying in earnest. Before he could speak, she gathered up Jack’s body and dragged it outside. Finally, she hauled him up over a camel’s back, lashed him in place, striking it savagely on the rump to send it cantering into the night.
Jack came to in the early dawn. No pack, no coat, and no clue what happened. Just himself, the desert, and this camel.
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Date: 2009-02-28 03:12 pm (UTC)Yay, you did it! *g*
I really like the language choices you make for Cobra, the formality of their structure also a constant reminder of the POV we're inhabiting.
I also really like the difference between her prescribed life you present -- the robes and seclusion -- and where her mind takes her. For instance but when she peeked into their lavish tent, every ass she saw belonged to one or other of them is not suggestive of a mind that they've managed to control.
Ah and then the scene in the tent. *g* As she starts her search for Jack we get the chance to guess where he is and of course this is Jack so... *g*
Thank you Petal! ♥
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Date: 2009-03-01 03:31 am (UTC)I'm really happy that some of what I was going for came across!
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Date: 2009-02-28 07:08 pm (UTC)Now I have to go and re-write my 1000 word fic because it's just dreadful compared to this...
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Date: 2009-03-01 03:35 am (UTC)