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Fic. SCAM: SG-1
Disclaimer: Not ours. Set: Season 8. But assume Sam dumped Pete before Affinity. This is, I think, right after Sacrifices. No real spoilers, other than rankings.
Rating: R/NC17. Sex. A little violence.
Pairing: Sam/Jack.
Notes: Ryuu and I have decided that we are going to write Teal'c. All-Teal'c, all the time, next time. Really. We *like* Teal'c. We just liked the idea of Bra'tac SO much better.
This is a kind of sequel to 'The Great Divide', if say, TGD were set in season 8. It is, for the most part, fluff.
This was written over several days back and forth in aim. It could not have been written without her. It's also actually long.
Take Two
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
Daniel Jackson liked to think of the SGC as the barometer of his world. If the place was running smoothly, no self-destructs set, everything was great. But when people were arguing, yelling and screaming, things were bad.
Not that he was afraid of things being bad, but he liked things to be orderly, when it came to emotions.
So he should have known when the guard who signed him in smirked, and the technicians he passed in the hall were jumpy, that things were wrong. In fact, he should have followed his instinct and gone to his office before visiting Sam's lab.
General Jack O'Neill was there, hands in his pockets, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Daniel recognized the smugness on his face and paused, darting a look at Sam.
Unlike the General, Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter was tense, her hands typing furiously. Not that you'd know that unless you knew her.
"So. Carter..."
The typing didn't stop. "Sir."
"Look, Carter, I didn't get the chance to say anything last night --"
"Sir." The typing stopped, and the blonde head tipped up, as Sam Carter stared at her commanding officer. "I'd rather not discuss last night."
That made Daniel blink. Last night? Oh. Wait. Ohboy. Last thing he remembered about the night was Sam and Jack sending him off in a cab, both drunk enough to not care they were leaning against each other.
"You wouldn't?" The General looked surprised. "I was going to ask you if --"
"No, sir."
"You don't even know what I wanna ask." Jack pointed out, his tone calm, though he was beginning to get that sad puppy look in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, General." Standing, Sam pointed at the door. "Please leave."
"Well, *I* want to know why, Carter."
Uh-oh. Daniel recognized the crossed-arms Jack O'Neill stance that said he wasn't moving unless an earthquake happened. Or Thor zapped him up.
"Fine." Her lips thinned. "You want to know why I don't want to talk about it, General? Because you're the worst lover I've ever had. And, funny, that even includes Jonas 'I think I'm God' Hansen."
Jack was staring at her, his mouth gaping, but he quickly recovered. "You seemed to like it just fine last night."
"I was drunk last night."
"You--you -- y'knowed!"
"I was faking." She paused, "I've gotten good at it, apparently. Pete wasn't as bad as you. At least he could find my clitoris."
"Now, just a damned minute --"
"You couldn't find it without using both hands and a flashlight!"
"Fine." Turning on his heel, O'Neill stalked from the room, thankfully missing Daniel, still standing by the doorway. He whirled before he'd made it down the hall and stalked back to yell, "I knew you were faking!"
"Bull. Shit."
She had the last word. Without a backward glance, the General fled the scene.
Fearing that he was taking his life into his hands, Daniel attempted to console her. "Um...Sam?"
She picked up a wrench and went after a half-dismantled naquadah reactor in a disturbingly menacing fashion. "What is it, Daniel?"
He eyed the tool worriedly. "Well, if you need to talk about-"
She scowled and tightened her hold on the wrench. "Talk about what, Daniel?"
His eyes widened. "Um...nothing. I'll just be going now." He fled the scene quickly, wondering if he could find some reason to get transferred to Antarctica. Very soon.
As he walked to his office, he considered how to fix the situation. Now, normally, he'd go to Teal'c. But Teal'c was off working with the rebel jaffa, and probably having fantastic sex with Ishta. The kind of sex, apparently, that Sam had not had with Jack. Ew.
Blocking the thoughts out of his head, Daniel began to translate the writings SG-17 brought back from their latest mission. He got lost in them quickly, surfacing once to get himself a cup of coffee.
Hours later, there was a tentative knock on his door. He looked up to find Sergeant Walter Harriman standing there. "Sergeant?"
"Uh, Dr. Jackson, sir," the man swallowed, looking uncomfortable. "I was wondering if you could talk to the General. He's, uh, being difficult."
"Jack, being difficult? You don't say." Daniel suddenly remembered WHY Jack was being difficult. "Uh... Why do you want ME to talk to him?"
"Well, Dr. Jackson, we feel that, uh, you'd be the best person to do so."
"You do." Pushing his glasses up, Daniel sighed. "I really don't think I'm qualified."
"...qualified?" Walter looked baffled and slightly forlorn.
"Um...yeah." Daniel pulled his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Look...I think he may just need some time to cool off. I'll try and talk to him later."
Walter somehow managed to remain dignified and look like a kicked puppy all at the same time. "If you think that's the best thing to do, Dr. Jackson..."
Damn. Daniel looked at him, sensing a 'but' coming. "I do."
"But, see, the thing is," Walter shifted, looking uncomfortable. "We really need the General his usual self because there are a few presidential advisors arriving late this afternoon for a budget discussion. And he's already difficult during those."
"Oh."
Walter suddenly looked very miserable. "Unfortunately, quite a few people heard the, ah, altercation between the General and the Colonel. There's already a book on the outcome of today's meeting."
Frowning, Daniel blinked. "What kind?"
"That the General will resign, or turn the Colonel in for sexual harassment."
Daniel winced. While he didn't think either of those would occur, he did know neither was good for Sam or Jack. He was suddenly struck with inspiration. "Walter. Is Bra'tac still on base?"
Walter blinked. "I, uh, think so, Dr. Jackson. Would you like me to find him for you?"
"Please." Daniel nodded. "Just tell him that it's vitally important that he comes by and talks to me."
Walter nodded, the worried look on his face easing a bit. "Of course. Um...thank you, Dr. Jackson."
Daniel nodded. "See if there's any lemon pie in the mess. It's Bra'tac's favorite."
Walter managed a salute. "Sure, Dr. Jackson."
--
"Ah, Bra'tac. Good." Daniel clapped his hands. "Good to see. Would you like some pie?"
The elder jaffa warrior eyed him for a moment, then snorted, "I believe you should get to the point, Daniel Jackson."
"Ah, the point! Yes, well," trying to come up with a way to put things, Daniel squirmed. "Apparently, Jack and Sam had sex last night."
"Indeed. Finally."
"Yes, well, it apparently wasn't that good." Daniel winced, "In fact, Sam claimed he was the worst lover she'd ever had."
"But how can this be?" Bra'tac looked startled. "O'Neill of Minnesota is a warrior, strong, pure, and brave. To not be able to satisfy his woman looks badly against him."
"Well, I think part of it was that they were both drunk."
"Hrmph. High spirits are no excuse." He narrowed his eyes, "You wish me to speak to O'Neill about this deficiency?"
"Well, that, and, see, Sam kind of made him angry with her words."
"I see." Bra'tac rubbed a hand over his beard, looking oddly wise. "I believe you may need to speak with Colonel Carter while I smack some sense into the General."
Daniel smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Bra'tac."
"Do not thank me yet. O'Neill's head is hard. It may take some time."
Daniel clasped the jaffa master's shoulder in an excess of relief. "I have faith in you, Bra'tac. If anyone can pound some sense into Jack's skull, it's you."
A faint smile flitted over Bra'tac's face. "I shall do my best."
--
"O'Neill!"
Jack barely had time to look up and acknowledge Bra'tac's presence before a slap caught him across the back of the head. "Gah!" He rubbed the spot, glaring at the jaffa. "What the hell was that for?"
Bra'tac crossed his arms and looked at him sternly. "It was requested that I speak with you about Colonel Carter."
"...what?" Jack threw his hands up in the air, looking disgusted. "Is nothing sacred around here?"
"If you wished it to remain a secret, it would have been wise not to argue with her so loudly, O'Neill." Bra'tac's expression became more stern. "Or to have taken the time to satisfy Colonel Carter's needs so that there would be nothing to argue about."
"That... that is personal," Jack replied, flushing. "And completely a matter of opinion."
"In Colonel Carter's opinion, it was disappointing," Bra'tac replied dryly. "It reflects poorly on you as a warrior if you cannot keep your woman satisfied, O'Neill."
"Carter isn't 'my woman', Bra'tac," Jack replied wearily, "And she'd probably hurt me if I called her anything like that."
"Hmph! Yes, I know. Your women are much less -- protected than ours. Still, O'Neill, my point remains." Eyeing him coldly, Bra'tac asked, "If this were a problem among two of your people, what would you do?"
"I don't know. Send them to counseling?"
"Counseling?"
"Yeah. Couples' Therapy. Or. Something." Jack scratched his head. "It's all the rage these days."
Bra'tac shook his head, "You Taur'i are so complicated. You make all of life's decisions into little compartments. Therapy will not fix this, O'Neill. Trust and understanding will."
"Yeah, well, both of those seem to be in short supply."
"Hrmph!" Pounding a hand on Jack's desk, Bra'tac glared. "You under-value yourself, O'Neill. Did you partake of alcoholic libations last night?"
"Yes." Eyeing him, Jack shifted, "But that's never --"
Another fist pounded on the desk. "Then you were not completely attuned to the task at hand. I recommend you remedy this at once, O'Neill."
"Well, I don't see how I'm going to." Jack snapped sourly. "Carter certainly isn't going to let me near her again."
"Surprise, O'Neill. You are a warrior, play to your strengths!" For good measure, Bra'tac reached over and slapped him on the head.
"Would you stop doing that?" Jack snapped.
"I will stop when you begin using what is within your head to solve your dilemma," Bra'tac replied impassively. "I have known you for eight years now, O'Neill, and I know that you are a formidable warrior, both clever and strong. You are more than able to satisfy Colonel Carter if you make the effort."
"Again, Bra'tac, I'd love to make it up to her and restore my reputation, but I doubt she's interested now," Jack replied testily.
"Then an apology may in order," the older man replied.
"I'm not going to apologize for--" He broke off, eyeing the raised hand the other man was waving. "Damnit! Don't hit me again!"
"Then stop talking nonsense."
"Look, Carter isn't going to let me anywhere near her! How clear do I have to make this?" Jack waved his hands, "She probably won't even speak to me in briefings!"
"I believe you are wrong."
"Yeah, well, I can't do some jaffa revenge thing to go change her mind, Bra'tac."
"Indeed. Hrmph. You must use your wits, or die trying."
"My wits? Bra'tac, for cryin' out --"
A hand smacked his head again.
"Ow!"
"You are being deliberately obtuse, O'Neill. An apology apparently takes more courage than I thought you possessed." The jaffa shook his head, his tongue making clicking noises. "If asked, I would have said you would do anything to reclaim your honor."
"Oh no..." Jack looked disgusted. "No, this is the bit where you goad me with reverse psychology. And it's not going to work."
Bra'tac regarded him steadily and Jack suddenly felt like he was five years old and having a tantrum again. He ducked his head and flushed.
"Dammit, how am I supposed to apologize?"
"Most people choose to use their mouths, O'Neill," the jaffa remarked calmly.
"Wha-" Jack closed his and suddenly got a thoughtful look on his face. "You know, maybe an apology is a good way to go."
"Indeed."
--
Daniel wasn't sure what he was going to say to the scientist-soldier who was currently *quite* efficiently breaking something in the middle of her lab. At least, it could be breaking it. For all he knew, the device was supposed to be taken apart so enthusiastically.
Finally, he gave in and coughed, "Uh, Sam?"
"Daniel." Her tone was even.
He eyed the fingers slowly pulling the tiny filament out of the device and coiling it. "I think..." He swallowed, "I think you need to talk to Jack. Without yelling, this time."
"I think I've already said everything I needed to say to him," Sam replied, her tone dangerously calm.
"But Sam-"
"Look, Daniel..." She sighed. "It was a mistake and I'd just like to forget it happened, okay?"
"Sam, you can't just leave it like this!"
"Who says?" she demanded, glaring at him. "Did you hear how smug he was? Why is he going to listen to anything I say?"
"You don't have to say anything, you could, you could... You could show him." Daniel wanted to take the words back as soon as they left his mouth.
"I could what?"
"Er, show him, you know, explain..."
"Daniel," her voice was now dangerously calm, and Daniel wondered if she was going to kill him where he stood. "You think I should explain, to the General, exactly how to get me off?"
"Yes."
She stared at him, her eyes blank.
"I mean, think about it, Sam. Not every guy is going to know the best way to get you off. Some women are very different when it comes to pleasure." He shifted, uncomfortable with thinking about Sam and sex at the same time. She wasn't a sister, but she was close. "Some women are wired differently, and Jack... Well, he was drunk."
"Daniel, I was drunk. Or I wouldn't --" She broke off, flushing.
"Wouldn't what?" Daniel asked, softly. "Admitted that you care?"
She made a face. "Look, it really doesn't matter-"
"It does, though." Daniel tentatively patted her hand and sighed. "Sam... look, I just think you guys need to talk about this. With each other. And figure out what went wrong. I'm sure Jack would love another chance to, er, prove himself."
Sam snorted. "Assuming he'll admit he did anything wrong."
"Well... he obviously did, right? Or we wouldn't be having this increasingly awkward discussion."
She glared at him. "I hate it when you make sense, Dr. Jackson."
"It happens." He gave her his best puppy caught piddling on the carpet look, and threw in the patented Cassandra pout. "Please, Sam? Just hear him out?"
"You really think he's going to apologize."
"Well..."
"C'mon, Daniel, it's the General." She looked down at the wires and released them. "But I'll listen. I don't promise anything else."
"Good." Now, Daniel thought, hopefully Bra'tac had succeeded in pounding sense into Jack's skull.
--
There was a knock at the door. Sam opened it and was startled to find General O'Neill standing on her front porch with a bouquet of flowers. He handed them to her, shifting nervously.
"Uh…can we talk, Carter?"
"These are for me, sir?" she asked, holding the flowers carefully.
He nodded, flushing faintly. "Yeah, uh, it's traditional to bring those when you're apologizing, right?"
"Apologizing?"
Her non-committal answer made him shift, almost as if he was going to run away. Then he eyed her, "Can I come in?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Carter, I really -- don't want to do this outside."
She didn't answer, simply studied him for a moment, then asked: "Why flowers?"
"Tradition." He met her eyes, "I almost got you batteries, but I didn't know which to get."
"Batteries?"
A little silence fell while he held her gaze. Her eyes got wide, and a blush stole up her cheeks. He nodded, "Can I come in?"
"Ok." She stepped back from the door.
Jack walked in, brushing by her close enough that he could smell her skin. If there was one thing he remembered about the night before, it was that she smelled wonderful. He paused as she closed the door and looked down at her. "I'm sorry."
"For?" She was staring up at him.
His flush deepened. "For... you know."
"Sir."
He sighed. "For disappointing you last night, okay? I can do better than that."
"I hope so," she replied frankly.
"Carter," he began, looking annoyed, then paused. His shoulders slumped. "Was I really that bad?"
"Yes."
Ouch.
When he didn't say anything, she glanced away, "But, I... I suppose some of it was the anticipation."
"What?"
"I mean, we've been -- dancing -- around this for nearly nine years, sir. Jack."
He scratched his head, "Yeah."
"I guess... I guess I had my hopes a little high."
Which hurt. Because, Jack decided, he'd wanted to meet all of her hopes and surpass them. "Time to remedy that, then."
"Hrm?"
He stepped into her personal space and leaned over, "Well, if you were disappointed last night, I figure it's only fair that you give me a chance to change your opinion of me."
She blinked. "You... want to try again?"
Jack shrugged. "If you'll let me." He looked cautiously hopeful. "I'm not drunk this time, Carter. Let me show you that last night was a fluke. Please?"
Sam stared at him for a long moment, clearly thinking. At last, she said, "How well can you take directions?"
"I think I can take directions." He shifted closer, trapping her against the wall.
"You think you can."
"Oh, I'm *very* good at taking directions." It was very unfair that he knew exactly how standing this close to her affected him.
A slight smile touched her lips. "Kiss me."
He started gently, not deepening it until her hand at the back of his head drew him closer, and then he got a little lost in the process of kissing Sam Carter. Lips, fingers at the back of his neck, and then tongue. He groaned as she slid along his, darting in deep, then back out. His own tongue slid into her mouth, and he teased her with it, gently delving here and there until he was rewarded with a soft little moan that made him smirk.
A few moments later, she pulled away, breathlessly remarking, "Not bad…"
His fingers splayed gently over her hip, toying with one of the belt-loops on her jeans. "Got any other directions to give me?" he asked softly, pressing gentle kisses to the planes of her face.
Sam sighed, her fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "I can probably come up with a few." She pulled away and held a hand out to him, smirking. "Follow me, flyboy."
They went into her living room, and Jack didn't question it, moving as she directed he sat on the couch in the middle and looked at her.
For a moment, she seemed uncertain, then she climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs. Jack ran his hands up under her shirt without direction, caressing her skin and making her shiver. "Well, Colonel?" He finally asked when she didn't say anything.
"Oh." Without a word, she pulled her shirt off and then sat there, watching him.
Jack looked at her, and tentatively ran his hand across her stomach. She sucked in a breath. "I'm not made of glass, Jack."
His next caress was firmer, and he completed it by sliding his arms behind her back. "What next?"
"Take off my bra."
He fumbled only slightly with the clasp before getting it open and pulling it off her arms. Then he simply sat there and allowed himself to gaze at the skin before him. It wasn't unblemished. She had nicks and scrapes and scars. He ran his hands over her breasts, carefully, uncertain as to what she wanted.
"Kiss me, Jack."
He blinked, "Lips or skin?"
"Skin."
Leaning in, he placed a feather-light kiss directly between her breasts, then trailed a line up to her collarbone and stayed there to nip and suck at the corner of her neck and shoulder for a while. Another of those soft breathy moans was his reward, and then he moved down to her breasts, kissing around them, his hands at her sides holding her steady.
"Jack." There was a little demand in her voice.
He stopped, "What?"
"Please."
"Please what, Colonel?"
He heard her swallow, then her hand was in his hair, dragging his mouth to her left breast. "Please kiss my breasts." She paused, then snorted, "That sounds stupid."
"Yup." His mouth closed on a nipple.
Her gasp almost echoed, her hand tightening in his hair.
Jack smiled against her skin and sucked gently, his tongue slowly exploring her skin, relearning the taste of it. Her fingers clutched at his hair as she whimpered softly, and he figured he was probably getting this right. His hand slid to her other breast, fingertips lightly brushing over the nipple, and she let out another whimper.
"Jack..." his name emerged on a strangled gasp.
"Carter?" he murmured, looking up at her, a lazily sensual grin playing around his lips.
She swallowed. "Please do that again."
He grinned more and lowered his mouth back to her breast.
With her vocalizations urging him on, he worked his way from one breast to the other and back again, fingers tugging and caressing the one he wasn't playing with until at last, she stopped him. Her skin was flushed as he looked up at her. She kissed him gently, then stood, swaying slightly.
Sam, for her part, was beginning to wonder if the night before had been a fluke. If they really had drunk a little too much for it to be good. She held out her hand to him, "C'mon."
Once in her bedroom, she kicked off her slippers and pulled off her pants. Suddenly aware that she was completely naked while he was dressed, she coughed, "Um, you can strip, if you want."
He was watching her, eyes traveling over her body. And she shivered.
"Nah." He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, hands straying down her body, "I think I'll wait."
"Okay."
His lips trailed to her neck, "On the bed, Colonel."
She swallowed, "Right." She backed up and sat down on the edge, then scrambled back and sat in the middle, looking at him. He followed her, crawling, until he was close enough to kiss her again. But his hands stayed elsewhere until she suddenly realized he was waiting for instructions again. "Touch me," she murmured against his lips.
"Actually," He pulled back and studied her. "What was it you said? Two hands and a flashlight?"
"Jack." She flushed a bit. "I'll help you find it, okay?"
He smirked. "I still need to apologize, y'know."
"I thought you did." She raised an eyebrow. "You planning on touching me?"
He kissed her lightly, his hand straying to the juncture between her thighs. "I was thinking about an... oral apology?"
Sam's eyes widened. "You don't, I mean, I haven't, well, um..." The thought of his lips and tongue made her swallow again. "Yes, please."
It wasn't that she hadn't had oral sex before. Really, Jonas had been rather competent at it, and one or two other lovers had, as well. But she wasn't going to compare him to them, really. It wasn't fair. Sam moved back to the headboard, leaning back against the pillows and spreading her legs.
She wanted to giggle nervously as he began kissing his way up her legs, but the anticipation coiled in her belly was too distracting.
Jack, being a fast learner, spent a lot of time kissing and licking the skin of her legs, feeling for the spots that made her jump. There was a sweet spot behind her right knee that made her gasp, and he made a note to remember that and eventually continued up to her thighs.
Watching him move so slowly made her nervous and a little bit irritated. She could feel her muscles tensing, demanding that he be there. Now. "Jack."
"Hrm?"
"Stop taking your time."
He looked up at her for a moment, then smirked, "Weren't you going to show me how?"
"Jaaaaaack..." She glared. "Get on with it."
Jack grinned and reached for her hand, kissing her fingertips. "Show me where to go. I want to get this right." He placed the hand between her thighs, watching intently.
She swallowed again and slid her fingers down, trying not to flush as he studied her movements while she quickly worked to get herself off. Her nervousness faded quickly as her fingers stroked down paths she'd visited many a lonely night with his face firmly in her mind. He stroked at her thighs while watching, the added sensation bringing her even closer to orgasm. A small moan escaped.
"Keep doing that."
He chuckled and complied.
While his hands stroked up and down her thighs, her fingers worked against her clitoris in a pattern long-established. She could feel it building in the tightness of her muscles and the way her back wanted to arch. It would take only a little more, and she knew what she needed. Her other hand strayed up to her breast, catching the nipple and pinching it. Sam arched, feeling the flash of pain/pleasure shoot down her nerves.
The orgasm broke over her, intense and powerful, and she had Jack O'Neill between her legs watching her. The extra mental stimulation made a cry break free of her restraint, and he looked up at her, eyes wide.
She was panting as he stopped stroking her legs, looking at her. "Wow."
"Wow?" She shifted, the last of the aftershocks subsiding.
Jack shifted closer, kissing one thigh, then the other. "My turn?"
"If you --" he kissed right where her fingers had been so busily working, and she arched again, gasping. "--yes."
He'd definitely been learning, she decided hazily, her back arching again as he licked and sucked at her, hitting the points she had. His hands weren't still, either, stroking up and down her thighs, one finger occasionally sliding into her and adding to the pleasure.
And then he did something that made a sound escape her mouth that wasn't quite a squeak and wasn't a scream and was a little bit like a giggle. Whatever it was, it disturbed her. She wasn't supposed to make noises like that, was she?
He stopped and looked up at her, "Carter?"
"I--" she caught her breath, suddenly feeling bereft of his lips. "I've never done *that* before."
Looking at her for a moment, his eyes darkened. He bent his head back down, lips and tongue moving over her.
And she did it again.
The look he gave her was rather smug.
She took a gasping breath, running her fingers through his hair. "You're forgiven," she murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "Now get back down there and finish the job."
He grinned and bent back over her, obviously very, very pleased with himself. Her hands fisted in the bedspread as he showed off just how much of a quick study he was.
Yep. Last night had definitely been a fluke.
She let out a soft strangled cry as he added another finger.
The sound seemed to make him change his mind about something, and he slowed down, drawing out her pleasure and she knew that it would take so little to push her over the edge. Her fingers fisted in the sheets and she drew in a breath to demand he finish it.
She opened her mouth, and discovered that it wasn't words, but sounds and moans spilling from her as he pushed that much harder, twisted his fingers a slight bit more, and she came, the orgasm slamming through her and locking every muscle before she writhed against it. Sam was almost overwhelmed at the sensations scattering through her body. Jack didn't stop what he was doing, and the aftershocks were sharp and pleasant.
Eventually, he stopped, drawing back slightly, and looking very smug.
"Wow." It was her turn to be stunned.
"Y'know, Carter," He propped his head up on his hand and looked up at her. "I might need more instruction."
"Hrm?" She wasn't sure she was coherent yet.
"I oughta practice more," he continued, running a fingertip in a feather-light caress along the inside of her thigh, making her shiver. "I wouldn't want to lose my edge, would I?"
"We couldn't have that," she muttered, still slightly giddy and breathless. She eyed him. "Jack?"
"Carter?"
She reached down and tugged at the collar of his shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"Hasn't seemed to be a problem so far," he pointed out, pressing another kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Sam shivered again and poked him. "Strip, Jack."
"Yes, ma'am." He grinned and pulled back, tugging off his shirt.
He had his shirt off and was working on his pants, when she coughed. "Shoes, Jack."
"Hrm?"
"Well, you could leave your shoes on, but then you wouldn't be able to get your pants and underwear off." She considered this for a moment, struck by the image of Jack falling on his ass, having tripped over his pants. Whether it had actually happened, she didn't know.
In short order he was standing at the foot of her bed, down to his boxers and socks. He eyed her for a moment, then removed the socks.
"Jack?" She raised her eyebrows and rolled over onto all fours, smirking, "Lose the boxers."
He eyed her for a moment, his eyes dark, then complied, and hopped back onto the bed.
It bounced for a moment, and Sam studied him. "Er... Jack?"
"Just waiting for instructions."
She narrowed her eyes and glanced down between them. "On your back, flyboy."
He moved to the middle, brushing past her, skin to skin, and she shivered. Then he flopped onto his back and looked at her. "Now what?"
She looked him over, smirking. "Happy to see me, are you?"
"Always," he answered, running his finger along her upper arm.
She smirked more, then straddled his thighs and leaned over to kiss him. He sighed against her mouth and let his hands drift to her breasts again. She shivered at his touch, wondering if he was always going to be able to do this to her now.
"Hey," he stopped fondling her for a moment, "What about, er... I have some in my pocket."
Some. What? She blinked at him, then got it. "Oh. Right." She kissed him, "Be right back." She scrambled to the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor, quickly fumbling out the packet of condoms. She blinked and shot him a glance. "Nine?"
"Well, I didn't want to run out..."
She snorted and came back with one, quickly and efficiently removing it and unrolling it on him. He gasped and shifted at her touch. "Hold still."
"Carter, that's kinda -- gah."
Sam smirked, slowly releasing her sudden grip on him. "Nice to know."
"You tryin' to kill me?"
"No." She bent over and kissed him, then moved back to straddle him. "So, Jack. What now?"
"Carter."
Recognizing the slight warning tone, she chuckled, "Yes, Jack?"
"I thought I was the one in need of directions?"
"Mm. You've done well so far, Jack." She kissed him again, then sat back and reached between them, stroking his length for a moment before shifting. His hips jerked up as she positioned and slid down onto him, a gasp escaping as her already over-loaded nerves took the invasion and fired sensation up her spine. "God."
"I prefer Jack."
"Ass," she whispered, savoring the feel of him before she started to move.
He groaned quietly and clutched at her hips, managing to thrust upward. "Been talking to Daniel, have we?"
She managed a laugh and moved a bit faster, her gasps echoing his. "Do we have to bring Daniel into this?"
His fingers tightened on her hips. "No... let's not." He let out another choked gasp. "You really are tryin' to kill me, Carter..."
She smirked.
Jack didn't wait for directions, then. One hand slid up to her chest and began fondling her breasts, his fingers catching and gently twisting first one nipple then the other. She let out a moan of appreciation, and he continued.
Her hands slid up his chest and she kissed him, the angle changed, making them both gasp as she moved on top of him.
"Got any more instructions, Carter?"
"Keep touching me." She replied, arching her back and gasping as his thumb and finger pinched one of her nipples.
"Can do," He brought his other hand up and saluted her, then immediately began stroking her skin with it, savoring the sounds she made as she drove them both towards orgasm. "C'mon, Carter," he felt between them, pausing for a moment to feel her sliding up and down on him, then located the spot that made her squeak.
She squeaked, and froze for a moment, almost glaring at him.
"I like it when you do that." He informed her smugly.
"That's because you're an ass -- oh, GOD." She shuddered as his fingers brushed over her, mimicking what she'd done earlier. "Jack."
"Keep moving, Carter."
"Right." And she did, quicker, her legs clamping onto his hips, her mouth grabbing his for a desperate kiss as he rather expertly made her orgasm.
While she lay limp against him, he contented himself with running his hands over her skin. She suddenly jerked, and stared at him. "I'm sorry."
"For?"
She sat up and wriggled her hips, smirking when he let out a gasp. "Your turn."
Even though she was obviously tired, she began riding him again, her hands going back to his chest, nails scraping gently at the skin, making him shudder. He got his hands up to her breasts again, and the simultaneous stimulation of her breasts made her clench around him. It was all he needed, his body finally having enough of this sensation overload.
She rocked, feeling him spasm inside of her, his back arching, one finger and thumb tightening painfully on a nipple. Then he slumped back, gasping for breath.
"Satisfied?" She grinned, panting slightly.
"C'mere..." Jack reached out and slid his arms around her. He could feel himself softening and starting to slide out of her. He kissed her jaw, enjoying the feel of a warm, sated Samantha Carter lying limp on him. "That... that was... cool."
A sleepy laugh answered him. "Cool?"
"Very cool," he murmured, kissing her again. His hands ran lightly over her skin, raising little tingles where he touched her. "Thanks."
"Hmm... y're welcome." Her lips pressed gently against his throat.
He shifted, suddenly aware of a vaguely pressing need. "Er..."
"I know." She kissed him again, then slid off of him and off the bed, pausing for a moment to adjust to standing. "Whoa."
He chuckled, then groaned slightly as she gripped him and pulled the condom down and off.
Sam shot him a look, then made her way to the bathroom, discarding the used condom, and grabbed a washcloth and a towel. Dampening the cloth with warm water, she made her way back to the bedroom.
There was, Jack decided, something very nice about having a naked Sam Carter. Especially one who didn't seem at all self-conscious wandering around in front of him in that state.
She climbed back on the bed and carefully cleaned him off, then dried him and leaned down to kiss his chest.
"Thanks."
She tossed the towel and cloth onto the floor and stretched out, draping herself on him at his urging. "Y're welcome."
Jack kissed the top of her head and sighed. "We're gonna get cold."
"I've done all the moving I plan to." She informed him.
"I'm an old man, Carter. Have some pity."
Sam made a face. "Well, if you're going to be a big baby about it..." She kissed him tenderly, then slowly pushed herself away from him enough to snag the extra blanket she kept at the foot of the bed. She draped it over them both, snuggling back against his side and pressing another kiss against his throat. "Night, old man," she mumbled affectionately.
He shifted, his arms sliding around to cradle her against him. Warm breath brushed over her cheek, followed by his lips. "Love ya, Carter."
"Hmm... love you too." She chuckled. "Even if you are an ass."
"You know, Colonel, insulting a superior officer could get you disciplined."
"Do tell." She yawned and snuggled closer.
"Maybe later."
"That a promise?"
"Sleep, Carter."
"Yessir..." she mumbled, her breathing already slowing and deepening.
--
Sam woke by degrees, her body still quite pleased and relaxed by the unexpectedly fantastic sex from the night before. She opened her eyes to find Jack watching her sleepily, a smile playing around his mouth.
"Mornin' Carter."
"Morning," she replied. She leaned in to kiss him and paused, making a face. "Ack. You have horrible breath."
"Well, I didn't think this was going to be a sleepover, Carter." His fingertips busily slid over her bare hip, calmly groping her ass.
"Mmm. No toothbrush, Jack? I thought you were always prepared." She smirked.
"And your breath ain't all that great, either, Ms. Astrophysicist of the Year."
"Only of the year?" she asked, pouting cutely.
"Well, it's too early to say 'of the Century'," he replied, other hand drifting up her back.
"Too early?" Sam repeated, wriggling away from him and off the bed.
He stared at her, kind of bereft now that she wasn't all warm and sleepy and sexy in his arms. "Where ya going?"
"Bathroom." She made a face, "If my legs don't give out."
"Oh." Jack considered while she was gone, and finally turned onto his back and spread his arms and legs.
"What are you doing?"
"Making a snow angel?" He quipped.
She snorted and climbed onto the bed, eyeing him. "Hrm. Definitely a good morning."
Before he could ask what she was talking about, her hand closed around his semi-hard cock. A groan escaped him. "Carter."
"Yes, Jack?"
He considered his options. A morning of boredom, followed by paperwork, meetings, briefings, de-briefings (mmm. Carter de-briefed), and phone calls. Versus a morning round of slightly sleepy sex with Carter. There was really no contest. His hand closed on her wrist and he tugged gently. "C'mere."
She let go of him with a final stroke and willingly allowed herself to be led, drowsily straddling him, her skin still warm and rosy from sleep. His hands ran over her curves, drawing her down for a kiss.
There were no complaints about morning breath from either party.
Sam wriggled against him and he let out a soft groan, certain parts of him announcing that they were quite awake now and very, very ready for more sex with Carter. He slid his hands down to her highly gropable ass.
"Isn't it my turn to be up there?" He smirked.
"I wasn't aware we were taking turns." She kissed his jaw, feeling the stubble scratch lightly against her cheek. "Mmm... going for a more rugged look there?"
"Well, there's this thing, see," he said, sliding a finger into her and smirking harder as she groaned, "There's this very hot, sexy Colonel in my bed. Or rather her bed, and since she's there, I can't go shave."
She whimpered, "Poor you."
"Yeah." He shifted his hips, "You sure it's not my turn?"
Her eyes narrowed, but then she smirked. "If you say so, General." And then she slid off of him, and his finger (not without a slight look of disappointment), and leaned off the end of the bed.
Jack took advantage and lightly smacked her ass.
"Hey!" She turned and glared at him, condom in one hand.
"It was there, Colonel." He smirked and grabbed the packet from her, expertly opening it and unrolling it on himself.
She was still glaring when he leaned in to kiss her.
Unfortunately, it was very early in the morning, and Jack's brain was still a little sleep-fogged. Plus being sex-fogged. He over-balanced them, and Sam slid off the bed and landed on the floor with a thump and a squawk of outrage.
"Er..." He looked down at her. "Sorry, Carter."
Her eyes narrowed as she hauled herself up and poked at his chest. "Back from the edge, General."
"Yes, ma'am." Obediently moving back, he still took advantage of the current visual to leer at her. When she was more or less in the middle, he made his move, tackling her flat on her back and sliding between her legs. "Of course," He said, lips trailing down her throat while she yelped in protest. "Surprise is always a good tactic."
"I'll show you --" her words cut off as he sucked on a nipple and thrust two fingers into her.
"Maybe later, Carter." He mumbled.
She groaned. "Oh, I'm gonna make you pay..."
"Looking forward to it." He smirked and wriggled his fingers. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders.
"God..."
Jack smirked more. "That good, huh?"
"Shut up."
That was fine with Jack, he had better things to do with his mouth. While his fingers worked inside of her, thumb brushing over her clitoris (it was her own fault for showing him where it was), his mouth worked on her breasts and the skin of her chest.
"More," she eventually growled, pulling at his head and pushing against his hand.
He smirked against her breast. "More?"
"General." Her hand yanked his head up. She was glaring.
"Ooh, more." The fingers stopped moving all-together. "You sure, Colonel?"
"Yes." She growled, body protesting the lack of movement.
And then she was even more irritated as his fingers disappeared. A second later, he'd moved, hips spreading her thighs and her back arched even before he was sliding into her. A groan escaped her as he smirked down at her. "That enough?"
"Yeah." She managed, then tangled her fingers in his hair and dragged his mouth to hers as she pushed against him.
"Not so fast," he mumbled against her lips, and then pulled out and thrust back in.
Sam drew her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, feeling the change in angle as he penetrated deeper. "Don't make me --" all coherent thought slid away as his thumb brushed over her clitoris, circling and driving her insane.
"What was that, Colonel?" He sounded smugly amused. She groaned again and wrapped her arms around him, fingers digging into his back. A soft laugh and he leaned in to kiss her, his thumb circling a bit faster. He began thrusting slowly, clearly getting a kick out of her rising frustration at his leisurely pace.
She opened her mouth to call him something rude only to be cut off by a short whimpering gasp as his thumb stroked just a bit harder. "Aaaaah... don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," he whispered reassuringly into her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe.
"Good." She whimpered again, her short nails making tiny crescents against his skin. She arched her head back against the pillow as he began a slightly faster rhythm and he obligingly kissed and nibbled his way along her throat.
"You smell nice, Carter," he whispered against her skin.
"That's good to know." She gasped. "So do you." Really. Scent was the farthest thing from her mind. Completely. Mostly, her mind was occupied with the feel, visual and sound of Jack O'Neill. Although, taste and scent would probably come into it eventually.
But later, when he wasn't tormenting her and making her moan in frustration.
And then he stopped tormenting her, his strokes hard and fast, thumb pressing hard as it circled, and she cried out as she came, body writhing at the sensation overload.
He slowed his thrusts, panting against her throat. "God, Carter --"
"What?"
"So damn sexy," he replied, jerking against her and growling.
She tightened her legs around his waist and arched, meeting each thrust with an extra twist. It didn't take long before he was grunting, eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he orgasmed.
In the aftermath, he lay on her, limp and smug.
"Hmm..." She kissed his shoulder. "Nice."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She grinned and wriggled under him. "Get off. I need a shower."
"But I like it here," he grumbled. "There's naked Carter skin here."
She quirked an eyebrow. "But the shower means wet naked skin, Jack."
"Ooo..." he kissed her nose. "I like the way you think, Carter."
"-and we should get ready for work."
"Wench." Jack kissed her again. "Can't we take a day off saving the universe?"
"C'mon, General." She gave her hips an extra wriggle and he groaned softly. "I need someone to wash my back."
He sighed, kissed her neck, and climbed off of her. "Fine." He left the room.
Bereft of his weight, Sam considered for an instant the consequences of calling into work just to have more sex with her boss. Yeah. Not really worth it. This time. She dragged herself after him and discovered that he'd already started the shower. "Mmm. Personal assistance. I could get used to his."
"C'mon, we need to make sure you're all clean." He leered as he helped her into the shower, following her and 'accidentally' brushing his hand over her breasts.
"Jack."
"What?" He handed her the soap.
She ducked under the spray, then began lathering her shower pouf.
"Here, I got that."
She let him take it from her hands, and turned as directed with a sigh. He scrubbed gently at her back and sides, then had her put one foot up and handed it back. She leaned over and ran it around her leg, and suddenly had to stop. "Jack."
"What?" The two fingers he'd slid into her wriggled slightly.
A gasp escaped her and she reached out to touch the wall, wishing there was a bar to cling to. "We need to get ready for work."
The fingers were removed, and she switched legs to wash, then straightened. His arms slid around her, one hand skimming her stomach, easily getting between her legs. While the other made its way to her breasts and began toying with one of her nipples. "I figure," He said, mouth grazing along her shoulders and neck, "that I can make you squeak. Before we have to leave."
"Oh, god."
He gently bit her shoulder. "Nope. Just Jack."
She rolled her eyes, then gasped as a third finger thrust into her. "Ah! What is it with you and squeaking?"
His thumb brushed her clitoris. "I think it's cute."
Sam growled slightly. "It is not cute!"
"Nope. You're adorable, Carter," he teased, licking and nibbling at the back of her neck. His thumb stroked harder.
And she squeaked. She tried not to, but the sound escaped. "Damn you."
His fingers moved faster. "You sure you want to damn me, right now?"
She groaned and arched. "If you stop, I can finish on my own." She panted.
"That's... almost hot enough to make me stop." He bit a little harder at the back of her neck. "But I think I like this way better for now."
"Good to... know." She squeaked again, and swore.
"Language, Colonel."
"Fuck you, General. Sir."
His fingers pinched her nipples. "Not enough time, sadly."
He was right. He was also speeding up, his thrusting into her quicker, straight, then crooked, then straight again, the rhythm making her clench unconsciously. His thumb circled and swirled, pressing and digging and sending increasingly sharp little sensations through her body. He was pressed up against her back, chest rubbing against her, legs brushing hers slightly, and she arched, pressing her ass into his groin.
"Minx." He gasped.
"Your --" Her breath froze as his mouth closed on her neck, his fingers pressed in, his thumb pushed down and twisted. Everything went gray for a moment and then the orgasm crashed into her and she felt her legs lose tension and would have slid to the floor of the shower if his arms weren't still around her. "God..."
"Liked that, huh?" His hand gradually slowed and withdrew and he cuddled her against his chest while she shuddered and panted and came down from her fifth orgasm in less than twenty-four hours. She leaned heavily against him, a bit amazed that he could be so... sweet and cuddly after fingering her to a climax like that.
"I'm not cute," she mumbled breathlessly.
Jack's lips brushed tenderly over her neck. "Fine. Hot. Sexy. Happy now?"
"Yes."
"Good." He kissed her neck again.
Sam became aware that the shower was still going and most of her was clean. "We should get out and get dressed."
"But I'm not clean." He was trying to sound innocent.
She looked over her shoulder at him and narrowed her eyes. "General, we really don't have time for anything else this morning."
"I know." He turned her and kissed her nose. "But I'm still dirty."
She leaned over and grabbed her shower pouf and handed it to him. "Then get clean, sir."
"Yes, Colonel." He saluted and grabbed her soap, then paused, sniffing it. "Er, actually, Carter, I don't think I want to smell like, uh, whatever this is."
"Apple, sir. Daniel gave it to me."
"Right."
She patted his shoulder. "Then I guess you stay dirty, sir."
"Wench."
"Mmm." She kissed his shoulder and then turned off the water. "But you like me anyway."
"Oh, yeah." He groped her ass.
"Hey."
"It was there."
She eyed him, then shrugged and stepped out onto the bath mat.
With a huge sigh, he followed her and took the towel she handed him, drying off and casually groping her again when he got the chance. She squeaked.
"Ya know, Carter, if I'd known how easy it was to make you squeak..."
The glare she leveled at him made him smirk more.
"You," she prodded at his still-damp chest with her index finger, "suck."
"I know." He still looked justifiably smug. Damn him.
Sam snorted and strode out of the bathroom, yanking underwear and clean BDUs from her dresser and closet. "I have work," she announced with the dignity of a woman who was not only utterly naked, but standing across the room from the man who'd just fingered her to a pretty damn spectacular orgasm just moments before.
"So do I." He made a face and grabbed his own clothing. "I really should have planned on bringing extra stuff."
Sam finished fastening her bra and smirked at him over her shoulder. "And if I'd slammed the door in your face?"
He finished buttoning his pants and walked over to kiss her shoulder. "But you didn't."
She leaned against him for a moment, then pulled away to tug her shirt on. "Nope. I suppose I didn't."
Casually groping her some more, Jack nodded. "I'm glad."
"You have Daniel to thank." She informed him, pulling on socks.
"I'll make sure to do so," he said, discovering his own socks and hopping on one leg then the other, "Do I look like I slept in my clothes?"
She glanced at him. "Kinda."
"Mmm." He snuck a hand under her shirt again. "You, however, are pressed and starched."
"Jack."
"What?" He put on his best innocent expression.
"No more groping."
He sighed loudly. "If you insist, Colonel."
"Oh, I do, General." She patted his shoulder and bent down to tie her boots.
"What about on base?"
"Er..." Sam blinked. She really hadn't considered any sort of restrictions on physical contact after their first disastrous night.
"Okay." He sat on her bed, "How about this. No sex on base, but I'm allowed to leer."
"Sir."
"Fine. No leering."
She shrugged, "Why don't we see how it goes? I'd rather..." She made a face, "I'm already damning my career as it is. Let's leave the sex in random portions of the base for another day, all right?"
"We can have sex on base?"
"No!" She said, a little too quickly.
He eyed her. "Carter?"
"...Maybe..."
He pulled on his shirt before his mouth found the back of her neck again, licking and nuzzling happily at her warm skin. "Anyone ever tell you you're beautiful when you're being subversive, Carter?"
"Jack." Even with her back turned to him, he could tell she was glaring. "What did I say about groping?"
"This is not groping," he replied with dignity. "This is... me appreciating one of the best things this planet has to offer."
"Oh..." She swallowed and leaned her head to the side, allowing him better access. "One of the best things, huh?"
"Yup." He happily nuzzled more.
"Jack. She finally said, stepping away -- not without a lot of regret. "We should go."
"I'm the General."
"Which means even more that you can't be late." She replied firmly.
He sighed. "Fine."
"Shoes, General."
"Yes, sir."
She shook her head at him and left the room to get her things.
A few minutes later, he followed her into the kitchen, looking hopeful. "Breakfast?"
She handed him a cereal bar and a mug of coffee. "Not enough time. You can eat on the way in. If you'll let me drive."
It occurred to Jack that this meant he'd have to drive her home. Or at least back to her house. "You drive, Carter."
The look she flashed him told him she knew exactly what was going through his head. He shrugged, and looked innocent. She snorted. "You're adorable, General. Really. C'mon."
He grinned and followed her out to his truck where he climbed into the passenger side, narrowly avoiding dropping the mugful of very hot coffee down his leg. She raised an eyebrow at the near-miss.
"Nice reflexes, sir."
"That's why I've got the stars on my uniform, Carter," he said, shit-eating grin firmly in place.
She rolled her eyes and snorted, starting the truck. "You're a very silly man sometimes, sir."
"You saying you don't like me silly?" He did the sad puppy eyes again.
Despite herself, Sam smiled. "I've gotten sort of fond of it, General."
He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Thought so."
They pulled out, driving through the beginning fringes of Colorado Springs' early-morning rush hour. At the first red light, he reached out and gently wrapped his hand around hers. She calmly stared at the road ahead and discreetly laced her fingers through his. When the light changed, she let go with a quick squeeze and drove on, a faint smile playing over her lips.
--
Daniel eyed the guard at the checkpoint sign-in with misgiving. The man was smirking. Smirking the way he had not 24 hours ago. Daniel didn't take this as a good sign.
On his way to Sam's lab, Daniel considered whether this was a smart idea. He made a side-trip to the mess hall, grabbing two cups of coffee. If Sam was in a bad mood, coffee might help. And she could still be in a bad mood.
He didn't know why he was going to Sam's lab. It was possible that showing up there would risk his life.
But then, Daniel had never been able to get over his curious streak.
He paused in her doorway, watching her bustle around. The anger and repressed rage of the day before was gone. Her movements were careful and precise, but they were the normal movements of a scientist hard at work. Finally, he coughed.
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Erm. You look happy this morning." He offered, settling one of the Styrofoam cups on her desk.
"Do I?" she asked, reaching out to snag the coffee. "Thanks. Didn't really have time for breakfast this morning."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Overslept, did we?"
"Not exactly." A faint flush crept over her face and she became quickly absorbed in her notes.
"Oh?" Daniel blinked and let out a short cough. "Oh!"
She shook her head. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, sounding a bit plaintive.
"Well, after yesterday..." Daniel replied apologetically.
Sam flushed more and muttered, "Good to know that I'm making waves along the base grapevine again."
Daniel actually grinned and patted her hand. "Hey, I'm happy for you, Sam. Er... not that I want details."
Her face became an even more distinct shade of pink. "I wasn't planning on giving you any."
"But it... So!" He clapped his hands, "Good to know. Things are fine, and neither of you is going to blow up the base. Right?"
"Right." Fighting a smile, Sam looked at him. "Blow up the base?"
"Well," he shoved his hands into his pockets. "So, lunch later?"
"Yeah." She looked down at what she was doing, then back up at him and half-smiled. "Thanks, Daniel."
"For what?"
She shrugged, "Making me listen." She took a drink, then snorted, "And we would not have blown up the base."
"Yeah, well, I had to be sure."
"Uh-huh." She shook her head. "Go away, I have things to do, Dr. Jackson."
"Yes, ma'am, Colonel, sir."
She chuckled. "Daniel."
"Sam." He parroted her tone, then smiled. "Hey, can't I be smug?"
She rolled her eyes, a smile lurking at the corners of her mouth. "Yes. You fought the good fight, Daniel. Go you."
"I could always go bug Jack, y'know..." her favorite archeologist replied, smirking.
"Thought you said you didn't want details." She reached out and poked his arm. "And tell the General that if I find out he said anything..." The threat remained unspoken.
Daniel grinned. "I'll be sure to pass that on."
"Great." She pointed at the door. "Go! I have universal mysteries to figure out in here."
"I go, I go..." Daniel paused at the door and glanced at her. "You're happy, right?"
"Yes, Daniel."
"Good." He bounced off.
--
"Jack!" Daniel bounced into Jack's office and closed the door behind him.
"Don't you ever knock?" Jack asked, eying the overly-cheery archeologist. "And didn't I tell you to cut down on the coffee before noon?"
Daniel dropped into one of the chairs in front of Jack's desk, grinning broadly. "I just stopped in to talk to Sam," he announced.
"Did you?" came the mild reply. "And how is Colonel Carter this morning?"
"You can't tell me?" Daniel smirked. "Have you thanked Bra'tac yet, Jack?"
"Thanked?"
"Yes, Jack. Thanked."
"Daniel, why would I thank Bra'tac?"
"Jack."
"Daniel."
"C'mon, Jack, he talked to you, didn't he?"
"Yes," Jack replied reluctantly.
"So, you owe him a thank you." Daniel announced triumphantly.
Jack sighed. "Fine." He made a face and gestured, "But, how -- I can't exactly go up and say, 'hey, thanks for the advice, I had a great night', now can I?"
"Well... How about cake?"
"I thought he liked pie."
"...or pie. You can get him pie."
Jack eyed him. "Does Carter know about this?"
Daniel coughed. "Actually, she told me to let you know that bad things could happen to you if any details about, er, last night got out."
"Hmm." Jack nodded and smirked faintly. "You really had to be there anyway."
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Oh god, like your ego needed to get any bigger?"
"Hey. My ego is not big."
"Uh-huh. Like the national debt isn't big."
"Well, it's comparable, for a country our size."
"Jack, the national debt should have bankrupted this country long ago. Besides, the SGC budget probably eclipses it."
"Maybe." Jack eyed him, "Anyway, what does that have to do with pie, Daniel?"
"Absolutely nothing. I just think it's... great."
"It's great? The national debt?"
"No!" Daniel waved vaguely towards where he thought Sam's lab was. He was a little off. "The whole -- last night. Thing."
"Last -- Oh." The General nodded, "That."
"Yeah. That." Shoving his hands in his pockets, Daniel grinned, "So, I'll see you at lunch?"
"Yeah, probably." Jack eyed his inbox. "Always assuming the paperwork doesn't get me first."
"Great." Daniel nodded. "I'll see you then." He turned to the door.
"Oh, Spacemonkey?"
"What?" Daniel turned back, making a face.
"Uh... whatever it was that you and Carter talked about yesterday..." He actually flushed faintly. "She said it's probably why she didn't slam the door in my face yesterday, so...um... thanks."
"You're welcome, Jack." With a half-smirk, Daniel disappeared out into the corridor. He called cheerfully to Walter, "The General will see you now!"
"Uh, sir?" Walter said tentatively.
Jack looked up and smiled, motioning him into his office, "C'mon in, Walter. I need your help choosing cake."
"Cake, sir?"
"Cake, Walter. And a lot of it."
--
"You gave him cake."
"Lots of cake."
Sam shifted against him and chuckled, "Why?"
"Well," Jack lazily ran a finger down her side. "There was the whole 'smacking sense into me' thing."
"Hrmph." She leaned in and kissed him. "Idiot."
"Hey. That's General Idiot to you, Colonel."
"Sir, yes, sir."
He snorted and settled down, tucking her against him more. "Good night, Carter."
"Good night, Jack."
The couple lay in contented silence for several long moments before another thought occurred to Sam. She poked Jack in the side.
"Ow. What? I was starting to have a sexy dream about you."
She snorted. "Daniel."
"No... I'm pretty sure it was about you. I mean, I love Daniel like a brother, but-"
She snorted again and kissed his shoulder. "Have you thanked Daniel yet?"
"Yep." His hand slid along her back. "And I promised to stay out of his office for the rest of the week."
"I'm sure he was overjoyed," Sam replied dryly. "Think I can cut the same deal?"
"Mmm... no." He grinned. "I like your lab. It has you in it."
Sam laughed. "You sweet-talking General, you." She rolled over enough to kiss him firmly.
"Mmm." Jack held her close, kissing back. "I like this."
She laughed again. "We aren't sleeping, are we?"
"Doesn't look like it." He groped her ass happily. "God, you're gorgeous."
-f-
Further notes:
Ryuu had two other suggestions for the title:
Coming Around Again?
The Fic Wherein Jack Defends His Status as the Sexinator?
Rating: R/NC17. Sex. A little violence.
Pairing: Sam/Jack.
Notes: Ryuu and I have decided that we are going to write Teal'c. All-Teal'c, all the time, next time. Really. We *like* Teal'c. We just liked the idea of Bra'tac SO much better.
This is a kind of sequel to 'The Great Divide', if say, TGD were set in season 8. It is, for the most part, fluff.
This was written over several days back and forth in aim. It could not have been written without her. It's also actually long.
Take Two
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
Daniel Jackson liked to think of the SGC as the barometer of his world. If the place was running smoothly, no self-destructs set, everything was great. But when people were arguing, yelling and screaming, things were bad.
Not that he was afraid of things being bad, but he liked things to be orderly, when it came to emotions.
So he should have known when the guard who signed him in smirked, and the technicians he passed in the hall were jumpy, that things were wrong. In fact, he should have followed his instinct and gone to his office before visiting Sam's lab.
General Jack O'Neill was there, hands in his pockets, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Daniel recognized the smugness on his face and paused, darting a look at Sam.
Unlike the General, Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter was tense, her hands typing furiously. Not that you'd know that unless you knew her.
"So. Carter..."
The typing didn't stop. "Sir."
"Look, Carter, I didn't get the chance to say anything last night --"
"Sir." The typing stopped, and the blonde head tipped up, as Sam Carter stared at her commanding officer. "I'd rather not discuss last night."
That made Daniel blink. Last night? Oh. Wait. Ohboy. Last thing he remembered about the night was Sam and Jack sending him off in a cab, both drunk enough to not care they were leaning against each other.
"You wouldn't?" The General looked surprised. "I was going to ask you if --"
"No, sir."
"You don't even know what I wanna ask." Jack pointed out, his tone calm, though he was beginning to get that sad puppy look in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, General." Standing, Sam pointed at the door. "Please leave."
"Well, *I* want to know why, Carter."
Uh-oh. Daniel recognized the crossed-arms Jack O'Neill stance that said he wasn't moving unless an earthquake happened. Or Thor zapped him up.
"Fine." Her lips thinned. "You want to know why I don't want to talk about it, General? Because you're the worst lover I've ever had. And, funny, that even includes Jonas 'I think I'm God' Hansen."
Jack was staring at her, his mouth gaping, but he quickly recovered. "You seemed to like it just fine last night."
"I was drunk last night."
"You--you -- y'knowed!"
"I was faking." She paused, "I've gotten good at it, apparently. Pete wasn't as bad as you. At least he could find my clitoris."
"Now, just a damned minute --"
"You couldn't find it without using both hands and a flashlight!"
"Fine." Turning on his heel, O'Neill stalked from the room, thankfully missing Daniel, still standing by the doorway. He whirled before he'd made it down the hall and stalked back to yell, "I knew you were faking!"
"Bull. Shit."
She had the last word. Without a backward glance, the General fled the scene.
Fearing that he was taking his life into his hands, Daniel attempted to console her. "Um...Sam?"
She picked up a wrench and went after a half-dismantled naquadah reactor in a disturbingly menacing fashion. "What is it, Daniel?"
He eyed the tool worriedly. "Well, if you need to talk about-"
She scowled and tightened her hold on the wrench. "Talk about what, Daniel?"
His eyes widened. "Um...nothing. I'll just be going now." He fled the scene quickly, wondering if he could find some reason to get transferred to Antarctica. Very soon.
As he walked to his office, he considered how to fix the situation. Now, normally, he'd go to Teal'c. But Teal'c was off working with the rebel jaffa, and probably having fantastic sex with Ishta. The kind of sex, apparently, that Sam had not had with Jack. Ew.
Blocking the thoughts out of his head, Daniel began to translate the writings SG-17 brought back from their latest mission. He got lost in them quickly, surfacing once to get himself a cup of coffee.
Hours later, there was a tentative knock on his door. He looked up to find Sergeant Walter Harriman standing there. "Sergeant?"
"Uh, Dr. Jackson, sir," the man swallowed, looking uncomfortable. "I was wondering if you could talk to the General. He's, uh, being difficult."
"Jack, being difficult? You don't say." Daniel suddenly remembered WHY Jack was being difficult. "Uh... Why do you want ME to talk to him?"
"Well, Dr. Jackson, we feel that, uh, you'd be the best person to do so."
"You do." Pushing his glasses up, Daniel sighed. "I really don't think I'm qualified."
"...qualified?" Walter looked baffled and slightly forlorn.
"Um...yeah." Daniel pulled his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Look...I think he may just need some time to cool off. I'll try and talk to him later."
Walter somehow managed to remain dignified and look like a kicked puppy all at the same time. "If you think that's the best thing to do, Dr. Jackson..."
Damn. Daniel looked at him, sensing a 'but' coming. "I do."
"But, see, the thing is," Walter shifted, looking uncomfortable. "We really need the General his usual self because there are a few presidential advisors arriving late this afternoon for a budget discussion. And he's already difficult during those."
"Oh."
Walter suddenly looked very miserable. "Unfortunately, quite a few people heard the, ah, altercation between the General and the Colonel. There's already a book on the outcome of today's meeting."
Frowning, Daniel blinked. "What kind?"
"That the General will resign, or turn the Colonel in for sexual harassment."
Daniel winced. While he didn't think either of those would occur, he did know neither was good for Sam or Jack. He was suddenly struck with inspiration. "Walter. Is Bra'tac still on base?"
Walter blinked. "I, uh, think so, Dr. Jackson. Would you like me to find him for you?"
"Please." Daniel nodded. "Just tell him that it's vitally important that he comes by and talks to me."
Walter nodded, the worried look on his face easing a bit. "Of course. Um...thank you, Dr. Jackson."
Daniel nodded. "See if there's any lemon pie in the mess. It's Bra'tac's favorite."
Walter managed a salute. "Sure, Dr. Jackson."
--
"Ah, Bra'tac. Good." Daniel clapped his hands. "Good to see. Would you like some pie?"
The elder jaffa warrior eyed him for a moment, then snorted, "I believe you should get to the point, Daniel Jackson."
"Ah, the point! Yes, well," trying to come up with a way to put things, Daniel squirmed. "Apparently, Jack and Sam had sex last night."
"Indeed. Finally."
"Yes, well, it apparently wasn't that good." Daniel winced, "In fact, Sam claimed he was the worst lover she'd ever had."
"But how can this be?" Bra'tac looked startled. "O'Neill of Minnesota is a warrior, strong, pure, and brave. To not be able to satisfy his woman looks badly against him."
"Well, I think part of it was that they were both drunk."
"Hrmph. High spirits are no excuse." He narrowed his eyes, "You wish me to speak to O'Neill about this deficiency?"
"Well, that, and, see, Sam kind of made him angry with her words."
"I see." Bra'tac rubbed a hand over his beard, looking oddly wise. "I believe you may need to speak with Colonel Carter while I smack some sense into the General."
Daniel smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Bra'tac."
"Do not thank me yet. O'Neill's head is hard. It may take some time."
Daniel clasped the jaffa master's shoulder in an excess of relief. "I have faith in you, Bra'tac. If anyone can pound some sense into Jack's skull, it's you."
A faint smile flitted over Bra'tac's face. "I shall do my best."
--
"O'Neill!"
Jack barely had time to look up and acknowledge Bra'tac's presence before a slap caught him across the back of the head. "Gah!" He rubbed the spot, glaring at the jaffa. "What the hell was that for?"
Bra'tac crossed his arms and looked at him sternly. "It was requested that I speak with you about Colonel Carter."
"...what?" Jack threw his hands up in the air, looking disgusted. "Is nothing sacred around here?"
"If you wished it to remain a secret, it would have been wise not to argue with her so loudly, O'Neill." Bra'tac's expression became more stern. "Or to have taken the time to satisfy Colonel Carter's needs so that there would be nothing to argue about."
"That... that is personal," Jack replied, flushing. "And completely a matter of opinion."
"In Colonel Carter's opinion, it was disappointing," Bra'tac replied dryly. "It reflects poorly on you as a warrior if you cannot keep your woman satisfied, O'Neill."
"Carter isn't 'my woman', Bra'tac," Jack replied wearily, "And she'd probably hurt me if I called her anything like that."
"Hmph! Yes, I know. Your women are much less -- protected than ours. Still, O'Neill, my point remains." Eyeing him coldly, Bra'tac asked, "If this were a problem among two of your people, what would you do?"
"I don't know. Send them to counseling?"
"Counseling?"
"Yeah. Couples' Therapy. Or. Something." Jack scratched his head. "It's all the rage these days."
Bra'tac shook his head, "You Taur'i are so complicated. You make all of life's decisions into little compartments. Therapy will not fix this, O'Neill. Trust and understanding will."
"Yeah, well, both of those seem to be in short supply."
"Hrmph!" Pounding a hand on Jack's desk, Bra'tac glared. "You under-value yourself, O'Neill. Did you partake of alcoholic libations last night?"
"Yes." Eyeing him, Jack shifted, "But that's never --"
Another fist pounded on the desk. "Then you were not completely attuned to the task at hand. I recommend you remedy this at once, O'Neill."
"Well, I don't see how I'm going to." Jack snapped sourly. "Carter certainly isn't going to let me near her again."
"Surprise, O'Neill. You are a warrior, play to your strengths!" For good measure, Bra'tac reached over and slapped him on the head.
"Would you stop doing that?" Jack snapped.
"I will stop when you begin using what is within your head to solve your dilemma," Bra'tac replied impassively. "I have known you for eight years now, O'Neill, and I know that you are a formidable warrior, both clever and strong. You are more than able to satisfy Colonel Carter if you make the effort."
"Again, Bra'tac, I'd love to make it up to her and restore my reputation, but I doubt she's interested now," Jack replied testily.
"Then an apology may in order," the older man replied.
"I'm not going to apologize for--" He broke off, eyeing the raised hand the other man was waving. "Damnit! Don't hit me again!"
"Then stop talking nonsense."
"Look, Carter isn't going to let me anywhere near her! How clear do I have to make this?" Jack waved his hands, "She probably won't even speak to me in briefings!"
"I believe you are wrong."
"Yeah, well, I can't do some jaffa revenge thing to go change her mind, Bra'tac."
"Indeed. Hrmph. You must use your wits, or die trying."
"My wits? Bra'tac, for cryin' out --"
A hand smacked his head again.
"Ow!"
"You are being deliberately obtuse, O'Neill. An apology apparently takes more courage than I thought you possessed." The jaffa shook his head, his tongue making clicking noises. "If asked, I would have said you would do anything to reclaim your honor."
"Oh no..." Jack looked disgusted. "No, this is the bit where you goad me with reverse psychology. And it's not going to work."
Bra'tac regarded him steadily and Jack suddenly felt like he was five years old and having a tantrum again. He ducked his head and flushed.
"Dammit, how am I supposed to apologize?"
"Most people choose to use their mouths, O'Neill," the jaffa remarked calmly.
"Wha-" Jack closed his and suddenly got a thoughtful look on his face. "You know, maybe an apology is a good way to go."
"Indeed."
--
Daniel wasn't sure what he was going to say to the scientist-soldier who was currently *quite* efficiently breaking something in the middle of her lab. At least, it could be breaking it. For all he knew, the device was supposed to be taken apart so enthusiastically.
Finally, he gave in and coughed, "Uh, Sam?"
"Daniel." Her tone was even.
He eyed the fingers slowly pulling the tiny filament out of the device and coiling it. "I think..." He swallowed, "I think you need to talk to Jack. Without yelling, this time."
"I think I've already said everything I needed to say to him," Sam replied, her tone dangerously calm.
"But Sam-"
"Look, Daniel..." She sighed. "It was a mistake and I'd just like to forget it happened, okay?"
"Sam, you can't just leave it like this!"
"Who says?" she demanded, glaring at him. "Did you hear how smug he was? Why is he going to listen to anything I say?"
"You don't have to say anything, you could, you could... You could show him." Daniel wanted to take the words back as soon as they left his mouth.
"I could what?"
"Er, show him, you know, explain..."
"Daniel," her voice was now dangerously calm, and Daniel wondered if she was going to kill him where he stood. "You think I should explain, to the General, exactly how to get me off?"
"Yes."
She stared at him, her eyes blank.
"I mean, think about it, Sam. Not every guy is going to know the best way to get you off. Some women are very different when it comes to pleasure." He shifted, uncomfortable with thinking about Sam and sex at the same time. She wasn't a sister, but she was close. "Some women are wired differently, and Jack... Well, he was drunk."
"Daniel, I was drunk. Or I wouldn't --" She broke off, flushing.
"Wouldn't what?" Daniel asked, softly. "Admitted that you care?"
She made a face. "Look, it really doesn't matter-"
"It does, though." Daniel tentatively patted her hand and sighed. "Sam... look, I just think you guys need to talk about this. With each other. And figure out what went wrong. I'm sure Jack would love another chance to, er, prove himself."
Sam snorted. "Assuming he'll admit he did anything wrong."
"Well... he obviously did, right? Or we wouldn't be having this increasingly awkward discussion."
She glared at him. "I hate it when you make sense, Dr. Jackson."
"It happens." He gave her his best puppy caught piddling on the carpet look, and threw in the patented Cassandra pout. "Please, Sam? Just hear him out?"
"You really think he's going to apologize."
"Well..."
"C'mon, Daniel, it's the General." She looked down at the wires and released them. "But I'll listen. I don't promise anything else."
"Good." Now, Daniel thought, hopefully Bra'tac had succeeded in pounding sense into Jack's skull.
--
There was a knock at the door. Sam opened it and was startled to find General O'Neill standing on her front porch with a bouquet of flowers. He handed them to her, shifting nervously.
"Uh…can we talk, Carter?"
"These are for me, sir?" she asked, holding the flowers carefully.
He nodded, flushing faintly. "Yeah, uh, it's traditional to bring those when you're apologizing, right?"
"Apologizing?"
Her non-committal answer made him shift, almost as if he was going to run away. Then he eyed her, "Can I come in?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Carter, I really -- don't want to do this outside."
She didn't answer, simply studied him for a moment, then asked: "Why flowers?"
"Tradition." He met her eyes, "I almost got you batteries, but I didn't know which to get."
"Batteries?"
A little silence fell while he held her gaze. Her eyes got wide, and a blush stole up her cheeks. He nodded, "Can I come in?"
"Ok." She stepped back from the door.
Jack walked in, brushing by her close enough that he could smell her skin. If there was one thing he remembered about the night before, it was that she smelled wonderful. He paused as she closed the door and looked down at her. "I'm sorry."
"For?" She was staring up at him.
His flush deepened. "For... you know."
"Sir."
He sighed. "For disappointing you last night, okay? I can do better than that."
"I hope so," she replied frankly.
"Carter," he began, looking annoyed, then paused. His shoulders slumped. "Was I really that bad?"
"Yes."
Ouch.
When he didn't say anything, she glanced away, "But, I... I suppose some of it was the anticipation."
"What?"
"I mean, we've been -- dancing -- around this for nearly nine years, sir. Jack."
He scratched his head, "Yeah."
"I guess... I guess I had my hopes a little high."
Which hurt. Because, Jack decided, he'd wanted to meet all of her hopes and surpass them. "Time to remedy that, then."
"Hrm?"
He stepped into her personal space and leaned over, "Well, if you were disappointed last night, I figure it's only fair that you give me a chance to change your opinion of me."
She blinked. "You... want to try again?"
Jack shrugged. "If you'll let me." He looked cautiously hopeful. "I'm not drunk this time, Carter. Let me show you that last night was a fluke. Please?"
Sam stared at him for a long moment, clearly thinking. At last, she said, "How well can you take directions?"
"I think I can take directions." He shifted closer, trapping her against the wall.
"You think you can."
"Oh, I'm *very* good at taking directions." It was very unfair that he knew exactly how standing this close to her affected him.
A slight smile touched her lips. "Kiss me."
He started gently, not deepening it until her hand at the back of his head drew him closer, and then he got a little lost in the process of kissing Sam Carter. Lips, fingers at the back of his neck, and then tongue. He groaned as she slid along his, darting in deep, then back out. His own tongue slid into her mouth, and he teased her with it, gently delving here and there until he was rewarded with a soft little moan that made him smirk.
A few moments later, she pulled away, breathlessly remarking, "Not bad…"
His fingers splayed gently over her hip, toying with one of the belt-loops on her jeans. "Got any other directions to give me?" he asked softly, pressing gentle kisses to the planes of her face.
Sam sighed, her fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "I can probably come up with a few." She pulled away and held a hand out to him, smirking. "Follow me, flyboy."
They went into her living room, and Jack didn't question it, moving as she directed he sat on the couch in the middle and looked at her.
For a moment, she seemed uncertain, then she climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs. Jack ran his hands up under her shirt without direction, caressing her skin and making her shiver. "Well, Colonel?" He finally asked when she didn't say anything.
"Oh." Without a word, she pulled her shirt off and then sat there, watching him.
Jack looked at her, and tentatively ran his hand across her stomach. She sucked in a breath. "I'm not made of glass, Jack."
His next caress was firmer, and he completed it by sliding his arms behind her back. "What next?"
"Take off my bra."
He fumbled only slightly with the clasp before getting it open and pulling it off her arms. Then he simply sat there and allowed himself to gaze at the skin before him. It wasn't unblemished. She had nicks and scrapes and scars. He ran his hands over her breasts, carefully, uncertain as to what she wanted.
"Kiss me, Jack."
He blinked, "Lips or skin?"
"Skin."
Leaning in, he placed a feather-light kiss directly between her breasts, then trailed a line up to her collarbone and stayed there to nip and suck at the corner of her neck and shoulder for a while. Another of those soft breathy moans was his reward, and then he moved down to her breasts, kissing around them, his hands at her sides holding her steady.
"Jack." There was a little demand in her voice.
He stopped, "What?"
"Please."
"Please what, Colonel?"
He heard her swallow, then her hand was in his hair, dragging his mouth to her left breast. "Please kiss my breasts." She paused, then snorted, "That sounds stupid."
"Yup." His mouth closed on a nipple.
Her gasp almost echoed, her hand tightening in his hair.
Jack smiled against her skin and sucked gently, his tongue slowly exploring her skin, relearning the taste of it. Her fingers clutched at his hair as she whimpered softly, and he figured he was probably getting this right. His hand slid to her other breast, fingertips lightly brushing over the nipple, and she let out another whimper.
"Jack..." his name emerged on a strangled gasp.
"Carter?" he murmured, looking up at her, a lazily sensual grin playing around his lips.
She swallowed. "Please do that again."
He grinned more and lowered his mouth back to her breast.
With her vocalizations urging him on, he worked his way from one breast to the other and back again, fingers tugging and caressing the one he wasn't playing with until at last, she stopped him. Her skin was flushed as he looked up at her. She kissed him gently, then stood, swaying slightly.
Sam, for her part, was beginning to wonder if the night before had been a fluke. If they really had drunk a little too much for it to be good. She held out her hand to him, "C'mon."
Once in her bedroom, she kicked off her slippers and pulled off her pants. Suddenly aware that she was completely naked while he was dressed, she coughed, "Um, you can strip, if you want."
He was watching her, eyes traveling over her body. And she shivered.
"Nah." He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, hands straying down her body, "I think I'll wait."
"Okay."
His lips trailed to her neck, "On the bed, Colonel."
She swallowed, "Right." She backed up and sat down on the edge, then scrambled back and sat in the middle, looking at him. He followed her, crawling, until he was close enough to kiss her again. But his hands stayed elsewhere until she suddenly realized he was waiting for instructions again. "Touch me," she murmured against his lips.
"Actually," He pulled back and studied her. "What was it you said? Two hands and a flashlight?"
"Jack." She flushed a bit. "I'll help you find it, okay?"
He smirked. "I still need to apologize, y'know."
"I thought you did." She raised an eyebrow. "You planning on touching me?"
He kissed her lightly, his hand straying to the juncture between her thighs. "I was thinking about an... oral apology?"
Sam's eyes widened. "You don't, I mean, I haven't, well, um..." The thought of his lips and tongue made her swallow again. "Yes, please."
It wasn't that she hadn't had oral sex before. Really, Jonas had been rather competent at it, and one or two other lovers had, as well. But she wasn't going to compare him to them, really. It wasn't fair. Sam moved back to the headboard, leaning back against the pillows and spreading her legs.
She wanted to giggle nervously as he began kissing his way up her legs, but the anticipation coiled in her belly was too distracting.
Jack, being a fast learner, spent a lot of time kissing and licking the skin of her legs, feeling for the spots that made her jump. There was a sweet spot behind her right knee that made her gasp, and he made a note to remember that and eventually continued up to her thighs.
Watching him move so slowly made her nervous and a little bit irritated. She could feel her muscles tensing, demanding that he be there. Now. "Jack."
"Hrm?"
"Stop taking your time."
He looked up at her for a moment, then smirked, "Weren't you going to show me how?"
"Jaaaaaack..." She glared. "Get on with it."
Jack grinned and reached for her hand, kissing her fingertips. "Show me where to go. I want to get this right." He placed the hand between her thighs, watching intently.
She swallowed again and slid her fingers down, trying not to flush as he studied her movements while she quickly worked to get herself off. Her nervousness faded quickly as her fingers stroked down paths she'd visited many a lonely night with his face firmly in her mind. He stroked at her thighs while watching, the added sensation bringing her even closer to orgasm. A small moan escaped.
"Keep doing that."
He chuckled and complied.
While his hands stroked up and down her thighs, her fingers worked against her clitoris in a pattern long-established. She could feel it building in the tightness of her muscles and the way her back wanted to arch. It would take only a little more, and she knew what she needed. Her other hand strayed up to her breast, catching the nipple and pinching it. Sam arched, feeling the flash of pain/pleasure shoot down her nerves.
The orgasm broke over her, intense and powerful, and she had Jack O'Neill between her legs watching her. The extra mental stimulation made a cry break free of her restraint, and he looked up at her, eyes wide.
She was panting as he stopped stroking her legs, looking at her. "Wow."
"Wow?" She shifted, the last of the aftershocks subsiding.
Jack shifted closer, kissing one thigh, then the other. "My turn?"
"If you --" he kissed right where her fingers had been so busily working, and she arched again, gasping. "--yes."
He'd definitely been learning, she decided hazily, her back arching again as he licked and sucked at her, hitting the points she had. His hands weren't still, either, stroking up and down her thighs, one finger occasionally sliding into her and adding to the pleasure.
And then he did something that made a sound escape her mouth that wasn't quite a squeak and wasn't a scream and was a little bit like a giggle. Whatever it was, it disturbed her. She wasn't supposed to make noises like that, was she?
He stopped and looked up at her, "Carter?"
"I--" she caught her breath, suddenly feeling bereft of his lips. "I've never done *that* before."
Looking at her for a moment, his eyes darkened. He bent his head back down, lips and tongue moving over her.
And she did it again.
The look he gave her was rather smug.
She took a gasping breath, running her fingers through his hair. "You're forgiven," she murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "Now get back down there and finish the job."
He grinned and bent back over her, obviously very, very pleased with himself. Her hands fisted in the bedspread as he showed off just how much of a quick study he was.
Yep. Last night had definitely been a fluke.
She let out a soft strangled cry as he added another finger.
The sound seemed to make him change his mind about something, and he slowed down, drawing out her pleasure and she knew that it would take so little to push her over the edge. Her fingers fisted in the sheets and she drew in a breath to demand he finish it.
She opened her mouth, and discovered that it wasn't words, but sounds and moans spilling from her as he pushed that much harder, twisted his fingers a slight bit more, and she came, the orgasm slamming through her and locking every muscle before she writhed against it. Sam was almost overwhelmed at the sensations scattering through her body. Jack didn't stop what he was doing, and the aftershocks were sharp and pleasant.
Eventually, he stopped, drawing back slightly, and looking very smug.
"Wow." It was her turn to be stunned.
"Y'know, Carter," He propped his head up on his hand and looked up at her. "I might need more instruction."
"Hrm?" She wasn't sure she was coherent yet.
"I oughta practice more," he continued, running a fingertip in a feather-light caress along the inside of her thigh, making her shiver. "I wouldn't want to lose my edge, would I?"
"We couldn't have that," she muttered, still slightly giddy and breathless. She eyed him. "Jack?"
"Carter?"
She reached down and tugged at the collar of his shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"Hasn't seemed to be a problem so far," he pointed out, pressing another kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Sam shivered again and poked him. "Strip, Jack."
"Yes, ma'am." He grinned and pulled back, tugging off his shirt.
He had his shirt off and was working on his pants, when she coughed. "Shoes, Jack."
"Hrm?"
"Well, you could leave your shoes on, but then you wouldn't be able to get your pants and underwear off." She considered this for a moment, struck by the image of Jack falling on his ass, having tripped over his pants. Whether it had actually happened, she didn't know.
In short order he was standing at the foot of her bed, down to his boxers and socks. He eyed her for a moment, then removed the socks.
"Jack?" She raised her eyebrows and rolled over onto all fours, smirking, "Lose the boxers."
He eyed her for a moment, his eyes dark, then complied, and hopped back onto the bed.
It bounced for a moment, and Sam studied him. "Er... Jack?"
"Just waiting for instructions."
She narrowed her eyes and glanced down between them. "On your back, flyboy."
He moved to the middle, brushing past her, skin to skin, and she shivered. Then he flopped onto his back and looked at her. "Now what?"
She looked him over, smirking. "Happy to see me, are you?"
"Always," he answered, running his finger along her upper arm.
She smirked more, then straddled his thighs and leaned over to kiss him. He sighed against her mouth and let his hands drift to her breasts again. She shivered at his touch, wondering if he was always going to be able to do this to her now.
"Hey," he stopped fondling her for a moment, "What about, er... I have some in my pocket."
Some. What? She blinked at him, then got it. "Oh. Right." She kissed him, "Be right back." She scrambled to the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor, quickly fumbling out the packet of condoms. She blinked and shot him a glance. "Nine?"
"Well, I didn't want to run out..."
She snorted and came back with one, quickly and efficiently removing it and unrolling it on him. He gasped and shifted at her touch. "Hold still."
"Carter, that's kinda -- gah."
Sam smirked, slowly releasing her sudden grip on him. "Nice to know."
"You tryin' to kill me?"
"No." She bent over and kissed him, then moved back to straddle him. "So, Jack. What now?"
"Carter."
Recognizing the slight warning tone, she chuckled, "Yes, Jack?"
"I thought I was the one in need of directions?"
"Mm. You've done well so far, Jack." She kissed him again, then sat back and reached between them, stroking his length for a moment before shifting. His hips jerked up as she positioned and slid down onto him, a gasp escaping as her already over-loaded nerves took the invasion and fired sensation up her spine. "God."
"I prefer Jack."
"Ass," she whispered, savoring the feel of him before she started to move.
He groaned quietly and clutched at her hips, managing to thrust upward. "Been talking to Daniel, have we?"
She managed a laugh and moved a bit faster, her gasps echoing his. "Do we have to bring Daniel into this?"
His fingers tightened on her hips. "No... let's not." He let out another choked gasp. "You really are tryin' to kill me, Carter..."
She smirked.
Jack didn't wait for directions, then. One hand slid up to her chest and began fondling her breasts, his fingers catching and gently twisting first one nipple then the other. She let out a moan of appreciation, and he continued.
Her hands slid up his chest and she kissed him, the angle changed, making them both gasp as she moved on top of him.
"Got any more instructions, Carter?"
"Keep touching me." She replied, arching her back and gasping as his thumb and finger pinched one of her nipples.
"Can do," He brought his other hand up and saluted her, then immediately began stroking her skin with it, savoring the sounds she made as she drove them both towards orgasm. "C'mon, Carter," he felt between them, pausing for a moment to feel her sliding up and down on him, then located the spot that made her squeak.
She squeaked, and froze for a moment, almost glaring at him.
"I like it when you do that." He informed her smugly.
"That's because you're an ass -- oh, GOD." She shuddered as his fingers brushed over her, mimicking what she'd done earlier. "Jack."
"Keep moving, Carter."
"Right." And she did, quicker, her legs clamping onto his hips, her mouth grabbing his for a desperate kiss as he rather expertly made her orgasm.
While she lay limp against him, he contented himself with running his hands over her skin. She suddenly jerked, and stared at him. "I'm sorry."
"For?"
She sat up and wriggled her hips, smirking when he let out a gasp. "Your turn."
Even though she was obviously tired, she began riding him again, her hands going back to his chest, nails scraping gently at the skin, making him shudder. He got his hands up to her breasts again, and the simultaneous stimulation of her breasts made her clench around him. It was all he needed, his body finally having enough of this sensation overload.
She rocked, feeling him spasm inside of her, his back arching, one finger and thumb tightening painfully on a nipple. Then he slumped back, gasping for breath.
"Satisfied?" She grinned, panting slightly.
"C'mere..." Jack reached out and slid his arms around her. He could feel himself softening and starting to slide out of her. He kissed her jaw, enjoying the feel of a warm, sated Samantha Carter lying limp on him. "That... that was... cool."
A sleepy laugh answered him. "Cool?"
"Very cool," he murmured, kissing her again. His hands ran lightly over her skin, raising little tingles where he touched her. "Thanks."
"Hmm... y're welcome." Her lips pressed gently against his throat.
He shifted, suddenly aware of a vaguely pressing need. "Er..."
"I know." She kissed him again, then slid off of him and off the bed, pausing for a moment to adjust to standing. "Whoa."
He chuckled, then groaned slightly as she gripped him and pulled the condom down and off.
Sam shot him a look, then made her way to the bathroom, discarding the used condom, and grabbed a washcloth and a towel. Dampening the cloth with warm water, she made her way back to the bedroom.
There was, Jack decided, something very nice about having a naked Sam Carter. Especially one who didn't seem at all self-conscious wandering around in front of him in that state.
She climbed back on the bed and carefully cleaned him off, then dried him and leaned down to kiss his chest.
"Thanks."
She tossed the towel and cloth onto the floor and stretched out, draping herself on him at his urging. "Y're welcome."
Jack kissed the top of her head and sighed. "We're gonna get cold."
"I've done all the moving I plan to." She informed him.
"I'm an old man, Carter. Have some pity."
Sam made a face. "Well, if you're going to be a big baby about it..." She kissed him tenderly, then slowly pushed herself away from him enough to snag the extra blanket she kept at the foot of the bed. She draped it over them both, snuggling back against his side and pressing another kiss against his throat. "Night, old man," she mumbled affectionately.
He shifted, his arms sliding around to cradle her against him. Warm breath brushed over her cheek, followed by his lips. "Love ya, Carter."
"Hmm... love you too." She chuckled. "Even if you are an ass."
"You know, Colonel, insulting a superior officer could get you disciplined."
"Do tell." She yawned and snuggled closer.
"Maybe later."
"That a promise?"
"Sleep, Carter."
"Yessir..." she mumbled, her breathing already slowing and deepening.
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Sam woke by degrees, her body still quite pleased and relaxed by the unexpectedly fantastic sex from the night before. She opened her eyes to find Jack watching her sleepily, a smile playing around his mouth.
"Mornin' Carter."
"Morning," she replied. She leaned in to kiss him and paused, making a face. "Ack. You have horrible breath."
"Well, I didn't think this was going to be a sleepover, Carter." His fingertips busily slid over her bare hip, calmly groping her ass.
"Mmm. No toothbrush, Jack? I thought you were always prepared." She smirked.
"And your breath ain't all that great, either, Ms. Astrophysicist of the Year."
"Only of the year?" she asked, pouting cutely.
"Well, it's too early to say 'of the Century'," he replied, other hand drifting up her back.
"Too early?" Sam repeated, wriggling away from him and off the bed.
He stared at her, kind of bereft now that she wasn't all warm and sleepy and sexy in his arms. "Where ya going?"
"Bathroom." She made a face, "If my legs don't give out."
"Oh." Jack considered while she was gone, and finally turned onto his back and spread his arms and legs.
"What are you doing?"
"Making a snow angel?" He quipped.
She snorted and climbed onto the bed, eyeing him. "Hrm. Definitely a good morning."
Before he could ask what she was talking about, her hand closed around his semi-hard cock. A groan escaped him. "Carter."
"Yes, Jack?"
He considered his options. A morning of boredom, followed by paperwork, meetings, briefings, de-briefings (mmm. Carter de-briefed), and phone calls. Versus a morning round of slightly sleepy sex with Carter. There was really no contest. His hand closed on her wrist and he tugged gently. "C'mere."
She let go of him with a final stroke and willingly allowed herself to be led, drowsily straddling him, her skin still warm and rosy from sleep. His hands ran over her curves, drawing her down for a kiss.
There were no complaints about morning breath from either party.
Sam wriggled against him and he let out a soft groan, certain parts of him announcing that they were quite awake now and very, very ready for more sex with Carter. He slid his hands down to her highly gropable ass.
"Isn't it my turn to be up there?" He smirked.
"I wasn't aware we were taking turns." She kissed his jaw, feeling the stubble scratch lightly against her cheek. "Mmm... going for a more rugged look there?"
"Well, there's this thing, see," he said, sliding a finger into her and smirking harder as she groaned, "There's this very hot, sexy Colonel in my bed. Or rather her bed, and since she's there, I can't go shave."
She whimpered, "Poor you."
"Yeah." He shifted his hips, "You sure it's not my turn?"
Her eyes narrowed, but then she smirked. "If you say so, General." And then she slid off of him, and his finger (not without a slight look of disappointment), and leaned off the end of the bed.
Jack took advantage and lightly smacked her ass.
"Hey!" She turned and glared at him, condom in one hand.
"It was there, Colonel." He smirked and grabbed the packet from her, expertly opening it and unrolling it on himself.
She was still glaring when he leaned in to kiss her.
Unfortunately, it was very early in the morning, and Jack's brain was still a little sleep-fogged. Plus being sex-fogged. He over-balanced them, and Sam slid off the bed and landed on the floor with a thump and a squawk of outrage.
"Er..." He looked down at her. "Sorry, Carter."
Her eyes narrowed as she hauled herself up and poked at his chest. "Back from the edge, General."
"Yes, ma'am." Obediently moving back, he still took advantage of the current visual to leer at her. When she was more or less in the middle, he made his move, tackling her flat on her back and sliding between her legs. "Of course," He said, lips trailing down her throat while she yelped in protest. "Surprise is always a good tactic."
"I'll show you --" her words cut off as he sucked on a nipple and thrust two fingers into her.
"Maybe later, Carter." He mumbled.
She groaned. "Oh, I'm gonna make you pay..."
"Looking forward to it." He smirked and wriggled his fingers. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders.
"God..."
Jack smirked more. "That good, huh?"
"Shut up."
That was fine with Jack, he had better things to do with his mouth. While his fingers worked inside of her, thumb brushing over her clitoris (it was her own fault for showing him where it was), his mouth worked on her breasts and the skin of her chest.
"More," she eventually growled, pulling at his head and pushing against his hand.
He smirked against her breast. "More?"
"General." Her hand yanked his head up. She was glaring.
"Ooh, more." The fingers stopped moving all-together. "You sure, Colonel?"
"Yes." She growled, body protesting the lack of movement.
And then she was even more irritated as his fingers disappeared. A second later, he'd moved, hips spreading her thighs and her back arched even before he was sliding into her. A groan escaped her as he smirked down at her. "That enough?"
"Yeah." She managed, then tangled her fingers in his hair and dragged his mouth to hers as she pushed against him.
"Not so fast," he mumbled against her lips, and then pulled out and thrust back in.
Sam drew her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, feeling the change in angle as he penetrated deeper. "Don't make me --" all coherent thought slid away as his thumb brushed over her clitoris, circling and driving her insane.
"What was that, Colonel?" He sounded smugly amused. She groaned again and wrapped her arms around him, fingers digging into his back. A soft laugh and he leaned in to kiss her, his thumb circling a bit faster. He began thrusting slowly, clearly getting a kick out of her rising frustration at his leisurely pace.
She opened her mouth to call him something rude only to be cut off by a short whimpering gasp as his thumb stroked just a bit harder. "Aaaaah... don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," he whispered reassuringly into her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe.
"Good." She whimpered again, her short nails making tiny crescents against his skin. She arched her head back against the pillow as he began a slightly faster rhythm and he obligingly kissed and nibbled his way along her throat.
"You smell nice, Carter," he whispered against her skin.
"That's good to know." She gasped. "So do you." Really. Scent was the farthest thing from her mind. Completely. Mostly, her mind was occupied with the feel, visual and sound of Jack O'Neill. Although, taste and scent would probably come into it eventually.
But later, when he wasn't tormenting her and making her moan in frustration.
And then he stopped tormenting her, his strokes hard and fast, thumb pressing hard as it circled, and she cried out as she came, body writhing at the sensation overload.
He slowed his thrusts, panting against her throat. "God, Carter --"
"What?"
"So damn sexy," he replied, jerking against her and growling.
She tightened her legs around his waist and arched, meeting each thrust with an extra twist. It didn't take long before he was grunting, eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he orgasmed.
In the aftermath, he lay on her, limp and smug.
"Hmm..." She kissed his shoulder. "Nice."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She grinned and wriggled under him. "Get off. I need a shower."
"But I like it here," he grumbled. "There's naked Carter skin here."
She quirked an eyebrow. "But the shower means wet naked skin, Jack."
"Ooo..." he kissed her nose. "I like the way you think, Carter."
"-and we should get ready for work."
"Wench." Jack kissed her again. "Can't we take a day off saving the universe?"
"C'mon, General." She gave her hips an extra wriggle and he groaned softly. "I need someone to wash my back."
He sighed, kissed her neck, and climbed off of her. "Fine." He left the room.
Bereft of his weight, Sam considered for an instant the consequences of calling into work just to have more sex with her boss. Yeah. Not really worth it. This time. She dragged herself after him and discovered that he'd already started the shower. "Mmm. Personal assistance. I could get used to his."
"C'mon, we need to make sure you're all clean." He leered as he helped her into the shower, following her and 'accidentally' brushing his hand over her breasts.
"Jack."
"What?" He handed her the soap.
She ducked under the spray, then began lathering her shower pouf.
"Here, I got that."
She let him take it from her hands, and turned as directed with a sigh. He scrubbed gently at her back and sides, then had her put one foot up and handed it back. She leaned over and ran it around her leg, and suddenly had to stop. "Jack."
"What?" The two fingers he'd slid into her wriggled slightly.
A gasp escaped her and she reached out to touch the wall, wishing there was a bar to cling to. "We need to get ready for work."
The fingers were removed, and she switched legs to wash, then straightened. His arms slid around her, one hand skimming her stomach, easily getting between her legs. While the other made its way to her breasts and began toying with one of her nipples. "I figure," He said, mouth grazing along her shoulders and neck, "that I can make you squeak. Before we have to leave."
"Oh, god."
He gently bit her shoulder. "Nope. Just Jack."
She rolled her eyes, then gasped as a third finger thrust into her. "Ah! What is it with you and squeaking?"
His thumb brushed her clitoris. "I think it's cute."
Sam growled slightly. "It is not cute!"
"Nope. You're adorable, Carter," he teased, licking and nibbling at the back of her neck. His thumb stroked harder.
And she squeaked. She tried not to, but the sound escaped. "Damn you."
His fingers moved faster. "You sure you want to damn me, right now?"
She groaned and arched. "If you stop, I can finish on my own." She panted.
"That's... almost hot enough to make me stop." He bit a little harder at the back of her neck. "But I think I like this way better for now."
"Good to... know." She squeaked again, and swore.
"Language, Colonel."
"Fuck you, General. Sir."
His fingers pinched her nipples. "Not enough time, sadly."
He was right. He was also speeding up, his thrusting into her quicker, straight, then crooked, then straight again, the rhythm making her clench unconsciously. His thumb circled and swirled, pressing and digging and sending increasingly sharp little sensations through her body. He was pressed up against her back, chest rubbing against her, legs brushing hers slightly, and she arched, pressing her ass into his groin.
"Minx." He gasped.
"Your --" Her breath froze as his mouth closed on her neck, his fingers pressed in, his thumb pushed down and twisted. Everything went gray for a moment and then the orgasm crashed into her and she felt her legs lose tension and would have slid to the floor of the shower if his arms weren't still around her. "God..."
"Liked that, huh?" His hand gradually slowed and withdrew and he cuddled her against his chest while she shuddered and panted and came down from her fifth orgasm in less than twenty-four hours. She leaned heavily against him, a bit amazed that he could be so... sweet and cuddly after fingering her to a climax like that.
"I'm not cute," she mumbled breathlessly.
Jack's lips brushed tenderly over her neck. "Fine. Hot. Sexy. Happy now?"
"Yes."
"Good." He kissed her neck again.
Sam became aware that the shower was still going and most of her was clean. "We should get out and get dressed."
"But I'm not clean." He was trying to sound innocent.
She looked over her shoulder at him and narrowed her eyes. "General, we really don't have time for anything else this morning."
"I know." He turned her and kissed her nose. "But I'm still dirty."
She leaned over and grabbed her shower pouf and handed it to him. "Then get clean, sir."
"Yes, Colonel." He saluted and grabbed her soap, then paused, sniffing it. "Er, actually, Carter, I don't think I want to smell like, uh, whatever this is."
"Apple, sir. Daniel gave it to me."
"Right."
She patted his shoulder. "Then I guess you stay dirty, sir."
"Wench."
"Mmm." She kissed his shoulder and then turned off the water. "But you like me anyway."
"Oh, yeah." He groped her ass.
"Hey."
"It was there."
She eyed him, then shrugged and stepped out onto the bath mat.
With a huge sigh, he followed her and took the towel she handed him, drying off and casually groping her again when he got the chance. She squeaked.
"Ya know, Carter, if I'd known how easy it was to make you squeak..."
The glare she leveled at him made him smirk more.
"You," she prodded at his still-damp chest with her index finger, "suck."
"I know." He still looked justifiably smug. Damn him.
Sam snorted and strode out of the bathroom, yanking underwear and clean BDUs from her dresser and closet. "I have work," she announced with the dignity of a woman who was not only utterly naked, but standing across the room from the man who'd just fingered her to a pretty damn spectacular orgasm just moments before.
"So do I." He made a face and grabbed his own clothing. "I really should have planned on bringing extra stuff."
Sam finished fastening her bra and smirked at him over her shoulder. "And if I'd slammed the door in your face?"
He finished buttoning his pants and walked over to kiss her shoulder. "But you didn't."
She leaned against him for a moment, then pulled away to tug her shirt on. "Nope. I suppose I didn't."
Casually groping her some more, Jack nodded. "I'm glad."
"You have Daniel to thank." She informed him, pulling on socks.
"I'll make sure to do so," he said, discovering his own socks and hopping on one leg then the other, "Do I look like I slept in my clothes?"
She glanced at him. "Kinda."
"Mmm." He snuck a hand under her shirt again. "You, however, are pressed and starched."
"Jack."
"What?" He put on his best innocent expression.
"No more groping."
He sighed loudly. "If you insist, Colonel."
"Oh, I do, General." She patted his shoulder and bent down to tie her boots.
"What about on base?"
"Er..." Sam blinked. She really hadn't considered any sort of restrictions on physical contact after their first disastrous night.
"Okay." He sat on her bed, "How about this. No sex on base, but I'm allowed to leer."
"Sir."
"Fine. No leering."
She shrugged, "Why don't we see how it goes? I'd rather..." She made a face, "I'm already damning my career as it is. Let's leave the sex in random portions of the base for another day, all right?"
"We can have sex on base?"
"No!" She said, a little too quickly.
He eyed her. "Carter?"
"...Maybe..."
He pulled on his shirt before his mouth found the back of her neck again, licking and nuzzling happily at her warm skin. "Anyone ever tell you you're beautiful when you're being subversive, Carter?"
"Jack." Even with her back turned to him, he could tell she was glaring. "What did I say about groping?"
"This is not groping," he replied with dignity. "This is... me appreciating one of the best things this planet has to offer."
"Oh..." She swallowed and leaned her head to the side, allowing him better access. "One of the best things, huh?"
"Yup." He happily nuzzled more.
"Jack. She finally said, stepping away -- not without a lot of regret. "We should go."
"I'm the General."
"Which means even more that you can't be late." She replied firmly.
He sighed. "Fine."
"Shoes, General."
"Yes, sir."
She shook her head at him and left the room to get her things.
A few minutes later, he followed her into the kitchen, looking hopeful. "Breakfast?"
She handed him a cereal bar and a mug of coffee. "Not enough time. You can eat on the way in. If you'll let me drive."
It occurred to Jack that this meant he'd have to drive her home. Or at least back to her house. "You drive, Carter."
The look she flashed him told him she knew exactly what was going through his head. He shrugged, and looked innocent. She snorted. "You're adorable, General. Really. C'mon."
He grinned and followed her out to his truck where he climbed into the passenger side, narrowly avoiding dropping the mugful of very hot coffee down his leg. She raised an eyebrow at the near-miss.
"Nice reflexes, sir."
"That's why I've got the stars on my uniform, Carter," he said, shit-eating grin firmly in place.
She rolled her eyes and snorted, starting the truck. "You're a very silly man sometimes, sir."
"You saying you don't like me silly?" He did the sad puppy eyes again.
Despite herself, Sam smiled. "I've gotten sort of fond of it, General."
He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Thought so."
They pulled out, driving through the beginning fringes of Colorado Springs' early-morning rush hour. At the first red light, he reached out and gently wrapped his hand around hers. She calmly stared at the road ahead and discreetly laced her fingers through his. When the light changed, she let go with a quick squeeze and drove on, a faint smile playing over her lips.
--
Daniel eyed the guard at the checkpoint sign-in with misgiving. The man was smirking. Smirking the way he had not 24 hours ago. Daniel didn't take this as a good sign.
On his way to Sam's lab, Daniel considered whether this was a smart idea. He made a side-trip to the mess hall, grabbing two cups of coffee. If Sam was in a bad mood, coffee might help. And she could still be in a bad mood.
He didn't know why he was going to Sam's lab. It was possible that showing up there would risk his life.
But then, Daniel had never been able to get over his curious streak.
He paused in her doorway, watching her bustle around. The anger and repressed rage of the day before was gone. Her movements were careful and precise, but they were the normal movements of a scientist hard at work. Finally, he coughed.
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Erm. You look happy this morning." He offered, settling one of the Styrofoam cups on her desk.
"Do I?" she asked, reaching out to snag the coffee. "Thanks. Didn't really have time for breakfast this morning."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Overslept, did we?"
"Not exactly." A faint flush crept over her face and she became quickly absorbed in her notes.
"Oh?" Daniel blinked and let out a short cough. "Oh!"
She shook her head. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, sounding a bit plaintive.
"Well, after yesterday..." Daniel replied apologetically.
Sam flushed more and muttered, "Good to know that I'm making waves along the base grapevine again."
Daniel actually grinned and patted her hand. "Hey, I'm happy for you, Sam. Er... not that I want details."
Her face became an even more distinct shade of pink. "I wasn't planning on giving you any."
"But it... So!" He clapped his hands, "Good to know. Things are fine, and neither of you is going to blow up the base. Right?"
"Right." Fighting a smile, Sam looked at him. "Blow up the base?"
"Well," he shoved his hands into his pockets. "So, lunch later?"
"Yeah." She looked down at what she was doing, then back up at him and half-smiled. "Thanks, Daniel."
"For what?"
She shrugged, "Making me listen." She took a drink, then snorted, "And we would not have blown up the base."
"Yeah, well, I had to be sure."
"Uh-huh." She shook her head. "Go away, I have things to do, Dr. Jackson."
"Yes, ma'am, Colonel, sir."
She chuckled. "Daniel."
"Sam." He parroted her tone, then smiled. "Hey, can't I be smug?"
She rolled her eyes, a smile lurking at the corners of her mouth. "Yes. You fought the good fight, Daniel. Go you."
"I could always go bug Jack, y'know..." her favorite archeologist replied, smirking.
"Thought you said you didn't want details." She reached out and poked his arm. "And tell the General that if I find out he said anything..." The threat remained unspoken.
Daniel grinned. "I'll be sure to pass that on."
"Great." She pointed at the door. "Go! I have universal mysteries to figure out in here."
"I go, I go..." Daniel paused at the door and glanced at her. "You're happy, right?"
"Yes, Daniel."
"Good." He bounced off.
--
"Jack!" Daniel bounced into Jack's office and closed the door behind him.
"Don't you ever knock?" Jack asked, eying the overly-cheery archeologist. "And didn't I tell you to cut down on the coffee before noon?"
Daniel dropped into one of the chairs in front of Jack's desk, grinning broadly. "I just stopped in to talk to Sam," he announced.
"Did you?" came the mild reply. "And how is Colonel Carter this morning?"
"You can't tell me?" Daniel smirked. "Have you thanked Bra'tac yet, Jack?"
"Thanked?"
"Yes, Jack. Thanked."
"Daniel, why would I thank Bra'tac?"
"Jack."
"Daniel."
"C'mon, Jack, he talked to you, didn't he?"
"Yes," Jack replied reluctantly.
"So, you owe him a thank you." Daniel announced triumphantly.
Jack sighed. "Fine." He made a face and gestured, "But, how -- I can't exactly go up and say, 'hey, thanks for the advice, I had a great night', now can I?"
"Well... How about cake?"
"I thought he liked pie."
"...or pie. You can get him pie."
Jack eyed him. "Does Carter know about this?"
Daniel coughed. "Actually, she told me to let you know that bad things could happen to you if any details about, er, last night got out."
"Hmm." Jack nodded and smirked faintly. "You really had to be there anyway."
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Oh god, like your ego needed to get any bigger?"
"Hey. My ego is not big."
"Uh-huh. Like the national debt isn't big."
"Well, it's comparable, for a country our size."
"Jack, the national debt should have bankrupted this country long ago. Besides, the SGC budget probably eclipses it."
"Maybe." Jack eyed him, "Anyway, what does that have to do with pie, Daniel?"
"Absolutely nothing. I just think it's... great."
"It's great? The national debt?"
"No!" Daniel waved vaguely towards where he thought Sam's lab was. He was a little off. "The whole -- last night. Thing."
"Last -- Oh." The General nodded, "That."
"Yeah. That." Shoving his hands in his pockets, Daniel grinned, "So, I'll see you at lunch?"
"Yeah, probably." Jack eyed his inbox. "Always assuming the paperwork doesn't get me first."
"Great." Daniel nodded. "I'll see you then." He turned to the door.
"Oh, Spacemonkey?"
"What?" Daniel turned back, making a face.
"Uh... whatever it was that you and Carter talked about yesterday..." He actually flushed faintly. "She said it's probably why she didn't slam the door in my face yesterday, so...um... thanks."
"You're welcome, Jack." With a half-smirk, Daniel disappeared out into the corridor. He called cheerfully to Walter, "The General will see you now!"
"Uh, sir?" Walter said tentatively.
Jack looked up and smiled, motioning him into his office, "C'mon in, Walter. I need your help choosing cake."
"Cake, sir?"
"Cake, Walter. And a lot of it."
--
"You gave him cake."
"Lots of cake."
Sam shifted against him and chuckled, "Why?"
"Well," Jack lazily ran a finger down her side. "There was the whole 'smacking sense into me' thing."
"Hrmph." She leaned in and kissed him. "Idiot."
"Hey. That's General Idiot to you, Colonel."
"Sir, yes, sir."
He snorted and settled down, tucking her against him more. "Good night, Carter."
"Good night, Jack."
The couple lay in contented silence for several long moments before another thought occurred to Sam. She poked Jack in the side.
"Ow. What? I was starting to have a sexy dream about you."
She snorted. "Daniel."
"No... I'm pretty sure it was about you. I mean, I love Daniel like a brother, but-"
She snorted again and kissed his shoulder. "Have you thanked Daniel yet?"
"Yep." His hand slid along her back. "And I promised to stay out of his office for the rest of the week."
"I'm sure he was overjoyed," Sam replied dryly. "Think I can cut the same deal?"
"Mmm... no." He grinned. "I like your lab. It has you in it."
Sam laughed. "You sweet-talking General, you." She rolled over enough to kiss him firmly.
"Mmm." Jack held her close, kissing back. "I like this."
She laughed again. "We aren't sleeping, are we?"
"Doesn't look like it." He groped her ass happily. "God, you're gorgeous."
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Further notes:
Ryuu had two other suggestions for the title:
Coming Around Again?
The Fic Wherein Jack Defends His Status as the Sexinator?
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*adores*
"But how can this be?" Bra'tac looked startled. "O'Neill of Minnesota is a warrior, strong, pure, and brave. To not be able to satisfy his woman looks badly against him."
:still dead from this:
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And, and, the original fic had its points! It did!
Really.
*smooches*
And I heart Bra'tac. He is SO the only one who could get away with that.
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The original fic had its points and originality and message but was WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! JACK IS A SEXINATOR! OMG!!!! *spazzes in silly manner*
You are correct, Bra'tac got away with something that not even Teal'c could.
Fo' shizzle:grins:
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Oh. Well, all right then. ;)
*smoooches*
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I finally managed to finish it, even though I almost fell off the chair when I fell asleep!
*hugs the fic* I'll be dreaming about it in a few minutes.
Y'all keep collaborating and I'll keep reading. *pants*
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Glad you enjoyed it. Not glad you almost fell off your chair. (I did mention it was long... ;)
Sweet dreams. ;)
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(the squeaking has totally become our new favorite kink)
Thank you. :)
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And I'm so glad that the first time fic wasn't The Best Sex Ever. Because, yeah. Like it ever happens that way IRL?
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*cackles*
Erm.
First time fic should be full of awkwardness. And badness. Probably. (I have this little problem where I think Jack, at least, would enjoy investigating naked Carter!flesh too much for it to be really horrible... But, er, yes...)
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I'm beginning to sound like a broken record here, but of course I loved it. I loved how Jack came across in this piece-I think it was dead on. Both of you did a great job, I could so totally see this actaually happening.
Really, I thought this was nicely done and if this what happens when you two get together, I think you need to do so more often.
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I love Ryuu. She's very good for my porn-writing. Not to mention normal writing.
Thank you. :)
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Best damned line: "Yes. You fought the good fight, Daniel. Go you." BWAH!
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*g*
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