TITLE: Sunday Morning
AUTHOR: Andromeda
FANDOM: Life on Mars
SUMMARY: Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
RATING: Red Cortina – Incest, non-con.
WORD COUNT: 290
EMAIL: fiandyfic@livejournal.com
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Vic/Ruth/Sam. Yeah, you heard me. I’m so going to hell for this. As is my wonderful beta![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
darthfi for persuading me to post this.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Sunday Morning
Sam awoke to the not unpleasant sensations of a soft bed and a hot, wet tongue laving one of his nipples. What had happened last night? He couldn't remember. He opened his eyes slowly and, looking down, stared into the eyes of Ruth Tyler, who had abandoned his nipple and was now tracing her tongue, and her painted nails, down his chest.
"Why, DI Tyler. I'm so glad you could finally join us," she purred.
Sam managed a strangled "No!" as he tried to pull himself away, only to find that his hands were somehow tied to the bed. He tried to move his legs, but she was sitting firmly on his knees and he somehow couldn't find purchase to move.
She smiled up at him as she reached her destination, licking a broad stripe against the underside of his treacherous cock, still hard and eager under her ministrations.
"Hello again, DI Tyler," a new voice said, as Vic Tyler strode into the room. "I see you've already met my wife." He gave Sam a long look and started to remove his tie. "The other half, and the brains, of the whole operation."
He started to slowly walk towards the bed, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. "She’s rather taken with you." He smiled at his wife as she took Sam into her mouth, deep-throating him like a pro. Sam’s hips jerked, involuntarily leaving the bed and Vic reached down, caressing the skin and pressing his hips back against the bed. "But that's okay." Vic smiled down at Sam, his other hand wandering and stroking his chest. "I’m also quite taken with you."
As Vic removed his hands, and reached for his belt buckle, Sam began to scream.
fin
AUTHOR: Andromeda
FANDOM: Life on Mars
SUMMARY: Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
RATING: Red Cortina – Incest, non-con.
WORD COUNT: 290
EMAIL: fiandyfic@livejournal.com
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Vic/Ruth/Sam. Yeah, you heard me. I’m so going to hell for this. As is my wonderful beta
darthfi for persuading me to post this.DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Sunday Morning
Sam awoke to the not unpleasant sensations of a soft bed and a hot, wet tongue laving one of his nipples. What had happened last night? He couldn't remember. He opened his eyes slowly and, looking down, stared into the eyes of Ruth Tyler, who had abandoned his nipple and was now tracing her tongue, and her painted nails, down his chest.
"Why, DI Tyler. I'm so glad you could finally join us," she purred.
Sam managed a strangled "No!" as he tried to pull himself away, only to find that his hands were somehow tied to the bed. He tried to move his legs, but she was sitting firmly on his knees and he somehow couldn't find purchase to move.
She smiled up at him as she reached her destination, licking a broad stripe against the underside of his treacherous cock, still hard and eager under her ministrations.
"Hello again, DI Tyler," a new voice said, as Vic Tyler strode into the room. "I see you've already met my wife." He gave Sam a long look and started to remove his tie. "The other half, and the brains, of the whole operation."
He started to slowly walk towards the bed, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. "She’s rather taken with you." He smiled at his wife as she took Sam into her mouth, deep-throating him like a pro. Sam’s hips jerked, involuntarily leaving the bed and Vic reached down, caressing the skin and pressing his hips back against the bed. "But that's okay." Vic smiled down at Sam, his other hand wandering and stroking his chest. "I’m also quite taken with you."
As Vic removed his hands, and reached for his belt buckle, Sam began to scream.
fin
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