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Whirlwind

Jack sat staring at the chessboard contemplating his earlier conversation with Daniel. He hated that he'd had to lie to him, he'd wanted to tell the truth so much but he couldn't. He had promised them all faithfully that he wouldn't say a word.

Suddenly he heard his front door crash open and someone charge down the stairs into the living room. It was Carter and she was fuming,

"You're a bastard O'Neill! Do you know that? After everything we've been through, after everything I've done for you, you just change sides and give up. I spent three months of my life working myself into the ground to get you back from Edorra and for what? I didn't even get a thank you. But you know what? I didn't care because you were back on SG1 where you belonged and that's all that mattered to me. But that wasn't enough for the great O'Neill, you just had to go and do something stupid didn't you? Without a thought for us. Well guess what? Colonel Makepeace is in charge of SG1 now. A Marine in charge of SG1. You would have died before you let that happen but now I guess you don't even care, do you? Do you care that a jarhead is now in charge of SG1?"

Jack was still sitting on the couch, this time in shock. He'd barely seen Carter raise her voice in anger before and here she was dressing him down like he was a new recruit. He didn't know what to do. He knew his actions would hurt his team but he never imagined a reaction like this. Carter was glaring at him like she wanted to eviscerate him on the spot and all he could think was that she looked magnificent. Her skin was flushed, her eyes were flashing and her fists were clenched at her sides. He'd never wanted her more. He knew he had to answer her question before he gave into his urges and just pulled her towards him.

"It's not really my place to care anymore now is it Carter?"

"God, you're even more of a bastard that I thought."

"Now that's enough Carter" Jack said as he stood "You can't just come storming into my house and start insulting me." "

Why not?" she threw back at him, "You're no longer my commanding officer. You're not even part of the military anymore. I can say what I like to you and there is nothing you can do!"

He knew that she was right, or that she thought she was right but he couldn't tell her that, even though it was on the tip of his tongue. He knew he had to get rid of her before he broke and told her everything.

"I think it's time for you to leave Carter."

"No, I'm not going anywhere until I do what I came here to do."

"And what's that?"

"This" she said as she stormed across the room, grabbed his head and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him fiercely, one hand sliding under his arm and grabbing his shoulder pinning him against her body. He tried to push away but she wouldn't let him. He managed to rip his lips from hers,

"No Carter. We can't do this."

"You're not going to refuse me again." She responded and pulled him back to her lips.

Once again he separated his lips from hers.

"We can't do this. This is not what you want. Stop!" but she wasn't listening. She merely pulled him to her again and continued her onslaught, the more he tried to protest the stronger her determination became. He realised there was no way he was going to be able to stop her and deep down in his heart of heart's he knew that he didn't really want to. He wanted this as much as her so he gave. He stopped struggling against her and just hoped that she would forgive him and his weakness when the truth was finally revealed.

Sam felt his resistance fail and took pleasure in her victory. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moaned aloud when she felt his tongue against hers. She wrapped her leg around his calf and pulled it out from underneath him, they collapsed onto the couch, Sam straddling him. While her mouth remained busy with his her hands were not idle, she pulled his shirt out of his pants and shoved it up his chest. Her hands reached down to his groin and she rubbed the heel of one of her hands up and down the bulge she found there, his answering groan gratified her. She removed her hand and concentrated both of them on removing his jeans. With a finesse she had not used in a while she had his belt unbuckled, jeans unfastened and his boxers and everything else pushed down to his knees without breaking the connection of their lips.

Now it was her turn, she braced her knees more firmly against the couch, arched her back and grabbed the button of her jeans and yanked hard. The button released and the force caused the zip to slide down too. With some wriggling she managed to push her jeans below her knees, giving her enough manoeuvrability to complete what she had started.

She lowered herself over him and rubbed her steaming hot pussy up and down his length. She could feel the blood pumping through him and her wetness increase with every pass she made over him. Soon she could feel the wetness dripping out of her and lubricating his cock. She knew it was time.

She pulled away from his mouth and sat up. She lifted herself up onto her knees and grasped his impressive erection in her hand. She directed it to her opening and with one swift downward movement encased it inside herself.

She couldn't believe the feel of him inside her. He stretched her in all the right places, she could feel him lodged against her cervix and it felt so good. No other man had filled her like this, before she could concentrate on that bittersweet thought she began to move. She lifted up until only the head of his cock was inside her and then she slammed back down, she repeated the move over and over again, getting harder and faster with every thrust until she was fucking herself on him harder than she'd ever fucked anyone before, releasing her anger with every slam of her pelvis against his. She could feel her orgasm build within, she knew it wouldn't be long before she came screaming on top of a man she'd once respected more than anyone else.

Without warning she screamed her release and her internal muscles clenched fiercely against Jack's cock and he couldn't help but come with her. His groan mingled with her scream and all they could hear were the sounds of their pleasure.

As Sam cam back to herself she removed herself from over his body, pulled her jeans up to her thighs and removed a tissue from one of the pockets. She wiped herself clean with it and threw it onto Jack's now flaccid cock. She pulled her jeans the rest of the way up and fastened them.

She looked down at the man who had just watched her every move and finally allowed the mask to slip. The tears well quickly in her eyes,

"Goodbye Sir" she said as the first tear slid down her cheek. She turned and left as quickly as she'd arrived.

Jack didn't know what to think or to do. It was as though a whirlwind had passed through his living room and fucked him senseless. He never would have imagined Carter doing anything like that, even when she was pre-historic he didn't think she would have done that. She really was pissed at him. He also realised that she was deeply hurt by his actions as her tears had shown. He really didn't know what to do. He could chase after her and tell her the truth now and have her hate him or he could wait and let the truth come out on its own and have her hate him even more. He knew what he wanted to do but given the situation he was in he knew he couldn't do what he wanted.

He took a deep breath and stood; the tissue Carter had used to clean herself with fell to the floor, he picked it up and placed it in the bin. Slowly he pulled up his trousers and walked to the shower. He stripped, turned on the water and stepped underneath. How was he ever going to fix things with Carter?

He knew he would have to cross that bridge when he came to it.

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