Notes: I didn't target a season for when this fic is, it kind of just happens abstractly in time. Sam has made Major and Jolinar has happened...looking at the timeline I would say this semi exists starting in Season 7? I think you'll get the gist. I don't know that any one event in this fic has a SUPER strong tie to anything that has happened in the show, they're generally brief mentions.
Sam sighs as she steps out of the shower. Her skin was bright pink from the heat of the water and thorough scrubbing she'd given herself. After a month in a goa'uld prison she didn't think it was possible to be too clean, even though she'd taken a shower almost immediately after they had stepped through the gate. After a day full of poking and prodding by Janet, determining she had no serious injuries, and debriefing the General on what had happened while they were gone, she was ready for another one once she'd gotten out of her BDUs and made her way home.
She grabs the towel she'd set out for herself on the counter and wraps it around her body, using a hand towel to dry her hair enough to stop the dripping. Padding into her bedroom she finishes drying off before leaving the towel on the footboard of her bed. Sam opens one of her dresser drawers and pulls out a simple, sleeveless cotton sundress that was light blue with a simple white floral print over it. She shuts the drawer with her hip and pulls the dress on, deciding to forgo underwear and a bra. It had gone from being reasonably cool to hot while they were gone and the air conditioning was still working on cooling the house down.
Making her way downstairs she stops in the kitchen and grabs a beer out of the fridge, popping the top before holding it against her forehead as she peruses the few other groceries she had purchased. She reaches in to grab a yogurt cup and watches as her skin pales against the stark bruises that mottled her body. She was littered with them from head to toe, a living example of the torturous beatings they had taken. Her lip was split and she had butterfly closures holding her eyebrow together amongst the few other cuts and scrapes that wounded her skin. They didn't have time to throw her back into the sarcophagus before they were finally able to break out and make it back to the stargate.
Sam pulls her hand back with the yogurt cup in its grasp before closing the door and grabbing a spoon. She makes her way over to the couch and sits directly under the air vent, taking a drink of her beer before setting it down on the table and tearing open the top of the yogurt. A sigh leaves her lips once more as she lets the fruity cream melt over her tongue before digging into the rest of the cup. She pauses when she gets up to throw it away and hears a knock on the door. She finishes her trip to the kitchen and tosses the cup into the trash before continuing towards the door.
Sam looks through the peep hole, standing up on her toes slightly to reach the sight. Her brow furrows when she sees Jack on the other side, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, sunglasses on his face. He taps on the door again after he doesn't receive a response. Sam sinks down to stand flat on her feet and unlocks on the door before pulling it open.
"Hi," Sam greets quietly as she lifts her hand to shield her eyes from the sun, "Miss me already, sir?"
Jack removes his sunglasses and Sam easily finds herself burning underneath his intense and dark gaze. She steps back as he steps towards her, using his body to move her back into the house. He kicks the door shut behind himself before continuing to move until he presses her into the wall.
"Sir?" Sam questions as they stop moving. From his proximity she could easily smell his cologne and soap, the fresh scent making her mouth water. Jack drops his sunglasses on the ground before cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers in one swift movement. Sam's eyes widen as she feels his lips on hers before they slip closed and she finds herself kissing him back with hunger. Her fingers tangle in his short grey hair and she pulls him closer, her tongue delving into his mouth. She wasn't even thinking at this point, her body and mind were purely reacting to the fact that Jack O'Neill was finally kissing her.
The two continue to explore each other's mouths before Jack presses his hips into Sam's, his need evident. She presses back against him and moans softly into his mouth. Jack's hands trail down her body as far as they can go before he grips her thighs and lifts her, using his body weight to pin her into the wall. His knees were going to hate him for this, but if they took the time to move, the time to think, this wasn't going to end where they wanted it to. Sam follows his lead and wraps her legs around his waist, her ankles locking together against his backside, grinding her against his erection.
It's not too long before Jack's hands abandon her body and divert their attention to his belt buckle, undoing his belt and fly before Sam reaches over and pushes his jeans down just enough to free him. She grabs him in her hand as her lips attack his again and she strokes him with a firm grip. He groans at her grip and lets out an even deeper groan as he finds out that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her dress gets bunched at her waist and Sam guides Jack into her entrance, both of them groaning in unison as they come together. They pause for a moment as he fully sheaths his length inside of her. Jack buries his head to her neck, inhaling the scent of clean cotton and Sam before he begins to move
Sam moans as Jack pins her to the wall and takes her hard and fast. Her already lit nerve endings find themselves engulfed in flames as he stretches her and his teeth sink into the soft skin at the juncture of her neck. She could tell his grip on her thighs was bruising but she didn't care. What was another set at this point? A picture falls off the wall and to the floor with a shattering clatter and Sam gasps as Jack drives his hips particularly hard against hers.
"Harder," She begs, the only word she'd uttered since before Jack had kissed her. Jack grunts and thrusts harder and faster against her, his knees already starting to burn. Sam finds herself quickly on edge, staring at an abyss of pleasure before her. Her head tips back and Jack buries his face in her breasts as his thumb slips between them and finds her clit easily. He presses down firmly, slowly rubbing the tip of his finger back and forth.
Sam's breath comes in heaving pants as she feels her body start to let go. Her short nails dig into Jack's shoulders as she cries out with her release, trying to squirm away from the sensation. She gasps and whimpers as Jack continues to move and overstimulate her. He only lasts a few more thrusts, the twitching and milking of her inner muscles pulling him over the edge as he groans into the milky flesh underneath his mouth. His hips jerk once more as he finishes, kissing softly against her jaw.
Jack doesn't say anything as he pries them off of the wall and carries her upstairs to her bedroom, remembering where the room was from previous visits to the house. He deposits her on the bed and sheds his sweaty white t-shirt before leaning down to work on his boots. He manages to quickly get his boots and socks off along with his jeans before pulling his boxers back up. He playfully drags Sam's dress up and over her head. The fabric gets deposited with his clothes and he climbs into bed with her.
Sam watches him with curious eyes as he skims his eyes over her body before running his hand down her front. A slight frown turns the corner of her mouth downward as she notices the harrowed look in his eyes. He presses his lips to a bruise on her rib cage before moving them to another one nearby. Sam bites her lip as Jack busies himself with kissing all of the bruises on her body. By the time he's finished her breathing is slow and she's curled up on her side, fast asleep. He presses a kiss to her shoulder and wraps the blankets around her.
"I should have protected you," Jack whispers before closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around her middle.
The two spend the rest of their weekend off alternating between fucking and eating. They order in Chinese and Italian, rotating between the two as they heat up leftovers. In the mornings Sam makes them coffee and bowls of cereal that they enjoy out on her back porch. At night it's wine or beer. Their conversations generally don't consist of any important topics. At night as they finally go to sleep, Jack whispers the same words against the skin of her shoulder. Generally one of them ends up waking up from a nightmare, usually her, and it's up to the other to bring them back to the reality that they were safe and no longer locked away wondering if they were ever going to get home.
Sunday night, Jack finally pulls his jeans back on and puts his boots on, looking up at Sam from his spot on the couch. She was wrapped in a fluffy light blue robe and smiling softly at him. Why, he didn't know. She should be furious with him. She should have thrown him out the second he showed up and kissed her. But she wasn't. At least as far as he could tell.
"I'll see you at the mountain tomorrow?"
"Yeah. 0700, bright and early, sir," Sam nods. She trails behind Jack as he makes his way to the door. She grabs onto the wood as he opens it up, stepping out onto her front stoop.
"Sam," Jack says as he turns to face her, "I…"
"Just go," Sam whispers, the smile still on her face, "We don't need to talk about this right now, ruin the weekend…just go."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, sir," Sam repeats.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Carter," Jack nods before heading for his truck. Sam retreats back inside and wanders through the living room and kitchen to pick up, turning the lights off along the way. Once she's finished she goes to make her way upstairs, stopping as someone knocks on the door. A sigh slips from her lips as she checks the peep hole before opening the door with an internal roll of her eyes and a smile.
"Forget som…"
"Have dinner with me," Jack asks, interrupting her, "Next week, sometime after our mission. Maybe Wednesday? There's a nice Italian place in town, or we could do something else. I mean we ate quite a bit of it this weekend. Or we could stay in I suppose, I mean…"
"Jack!" Sam interrupts to stop the incessant babbling pouring from his mouth, "Sure. We can figure something out later."
"Right."
"Good night, sir."
"Night," Jack replies, before once more walking back to his truck. Sam closes and locks the door before continuing upstairs. She makes her way into her bathroom and turns the faucet in the bathtub on, waiting for the water to heat up. Once it gets to a decent temperature she plugs the drain and gets underneath the sink to grab some bubble bath as well as some epsom salts. She shakes she salts out over the water before putting a capful of the liquid underneath the stream of water. Putting the things back into the cupboard she stands to shed her robe and sweats she'd put on before Jack left. She takes a second to turn on the cd player she'd had on a shelf before slipping into the bathtub with a soft groan.
Sam's entire body was sorer than it was when she'd gotten home on Friday afternoon. Their couplings had been rough, not that she minded (she's pretty sure she uttered the phrase 'fuck me' a few times), but she was going into work the next morning with more bruises than she'd had. And she was pretty sure that the goa'uld didn't bite people in the neck. Luckily her BDUs were going to cover up most of the things and people were aware of what had happened to them. She'd throw a little foundation on her neck and call it a day. With how sore her hip joints were she wondered if she was going to have to explain why she was walking funny. Though explaining anything would get them kicked out on their asses so fast they wouldn't know what hit them.
Sam groans before submerging herself in the tub, holding her breath as long as she can. How had they fallen into it so easy? Acting like they'd been together for months and didn't need to talk about the implications of their actions. What had she gotten herself into? What had they gotten themselves into?
[TBC]