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works/71040.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Stargate_SG-1
  Relationship:
      Sam_Carter/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Sam_Carter, Original_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Drinking, Underage_Sex, Drugs, Angst, Graphic_Sex, Backstory
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-03-16 Words: 1022
****** Comfort In Sound ******
by draco_somnians
Summary
     Teenage Sam fic.
All she can feel is the music vibrating deep in her chest. It’s too loud for
her to think about anything else. She can feel the vibrations from the nearby
speaker; the low bass, the guitar riffs that are heaven to her ears, and it
kind of hurts her her head, but she takes another swig from her bottle and
ignores it. It’s been a while since she felt a buzz like this. She takes a long
drag of her joint and feels free; like the band is the only thing in the world
that matters right now.
She sees him standing by the speaker, watching her. He’s not very tall, but
he’s very attractive, she can see his muscles from over here and she knows,
just knows, he’s one of those guys who knows exactly how good looking he is.
She makes eye contact and runs her tongue around the rim of the bottle. He
sucks in a breath and waves her over.  She resists at first, preferring to
blend in with the jumping crowd around her, forcing herself not to look at him,
and she can almost feel his eyes still on her. This is one of her favourite
tracks and she moves with the mass of people, enjoying being at one with this
throng, these likeminded people who are here for the same reasons she is; to
get drunk and forget about their boring, everyday lives.
“What you got?” she asks, but he doesn’t answer. He takes her by the hand and
leads her backstage, where the crowds can’t see her but she can see them. He
lays two lines of white powder on top of a guitar case and doesn’t hesitate to
inhale his share. He waits and she doubts for a second whether she should stay
or run away as fast as she can. She knows her dad would kill her if he even
knew she was here, her brother would too, and she briefly wonders what her
mother would think, but quickly pushes that thought aside. She bows her head
and sucks up the powder, feeling the instant hit and revelling in the new
sensation, but it quickly fades and she finds herself wanting more. He looking
at her greedily when he asks,
“What’s your name?”
“Samantha,” she replies. She doesn’t ask his.
“How old are you?” She knows she has to lie, but doesn’t think she’ll be able
to pull off twenty-one, even if her make-up and the way her breasts grew over
the summer make her look older.
“Nineteen,” she says boldly, her eyes centred on his, hoping she can at least
pull that off. She’s getting good at lying and making it convincing. Sometimes,
she can even convince herself that the words she’s saying are true.  
“Not old enough to drink,” he says, indicating her beer bottle.
“That’s not why you were asking,” she replies and suddenly his hands are all
over her. He’s manoeuvring her towards the speaker, his lips are harsh against
hers and he tastes of smoke and whisky. His hands are on her breasts and it’s
rough, almost painful, but it’s what she thinks she needs. She’s kissing him
back, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth and she feels alive, her
body humming, and she’s not sure if it’s the alcohol, the drugs or him. She
tries to persuade herself it’s him.
Her back connects with the speaker and she can feel the music pulsing through
every bit of her body. He’s pulling her jeans down. She lets him, and as he
lifts her up, her weight no problem for his strong arms, she places her feet
flat against the hard surface and parts her thighs. He’s inside her within
seconds and she almost screams at the painful contact. She wills herself to
relax, and soon he’s moving inside her smoothly and she can barely feel a
thing. She looks to the stage and sees the drummer staring at them open mouthed
and he loses his rhythm for a second when she blows him a kiss. She grins, but
her attention is quickly drawn back to the older man when he bites down hard on
her nipple. She cries out and the sound is swallowed by the throb of the music.
She tries to focus on what she’s doing, tries to feel something, anything, for
this stranger pounding into her, but she’s numb all over now and she feels as
if she could be watching herself from a mile away. This isn’t what she wants
from a man whose name she doesn’t even know; a man who she met less than ten
minutes ago. She imagines telling her friends at school on Monday what
happened. Would they think she’s cool? Would they think she’s a slut? She
doesn’t really care anymore and doubts they’d believe her anyway.
She’s screwed a few guys this year, she’s not really keeping count, but they
always deny it. She remembers the amazed look on Jimmy’s face when she’d
unzipped his pants and wrapped her lips around his cock. He hadn’t been able to
look her in the eye during Chemistry the next day. Her mother had told her that
teenage boys were only after one thing and she’d always wondered if teenage
girls were the same. After Jimmy got over his initial shock, they’d started
having sex regularly and she’d actually enjoyed it a few of the times, but he
never told anyone and they never talk about it.  
She feels fingers digging into her hips and she knows it’s almost over. She
throws her head back, letting the sounds around her pulse through her body as
he thrusts hard. When he’s done, he tries to kiss her but she quickly pushes
him away and fixes her clothes. She leaves her beer, her smokes and rushes out
of the hall into the cold night air. She can see her breath and feel the
wetness between her legs, the cold air stinging her lungs as she takes a deep
breath, and the warmth of her tears as she begins her journey home. 
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