Wearing the Leather
Breniah
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
RATING: M or M15
CATEGORY: Sam & Jack romance, humour
SPOLIERS: everything up to and including WoO just to be safe.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you enjoyed please let me know, feedback is always appreciated. And for the record, there are no such things as regulations in my world, therefore, no regs, no problem!
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"How do I get myself into these messes?" Jack asked with frustration. He played with the papers on his desk in an attempt to get his report done. Looking over at his plant he continued, "Do you want me to tell you how it happened? A few days ago in the briefing room my idea seemed like a great one. It never fails to amaze me how things can get out of control, how I can lose control so easily. I'm still trying to figure out how she got the upper hand! All I suggested to the General was that we have a little 'Out of the Time Loop' party. So innocent, a chance to wind down, enliven everyone's spirits. Sam agreed wholeheartedly to the idea. So it was decided, Saturday night in the Gateroom; costumes optional. That was when my adorable Major showed her hand!" Jack looked over at the plant, awaiting its response.
Getting none, he shuffled the papers again, and continued his story. "She called the General to witness as she challenged me to arm wrestle. "To get it out of the way once and for all," she said. The bet? The loser was to be the winner's slave for a day. Well, of course I acted on impulse, Sam as my slave for a day? Shit yeh! I agreed without thinking. But when we were arm wrestling she went all feminine on me, licking her lips, breathing deeply, stroking her fingers along the back of my hand! Cheating I call it, the General however, disagreed and I couldn't exactly tell him what she was doing to cheat. I tell you, the consequences suck!"
"Uh, Colonel?" Sam stuck her head through the doorway to his office. "Who are you talking to?"
"My plant," he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She gave him a strange look before shrugging and saying, "So tomorrow you begin your servitude. I expect you to be at my apartment at 0700 hours to cook me pancakes and drive me to work. Sound okay sir?" She gave him a cheeky smile.
"Major, tell me why you chose tomorrow as my slave day? Why not today, or the day after tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is the 'Out of the Loop' party. Maximum humiliation!" She grinned again.
"See, that's what I don't get! Why do you want to humiliate me? Aren't I a great CO?" he asked in exasperation.
"Yes sir, the best CO in fact," she agreed.
"Then why? WHY?"
"'Cause it'll be fun," she giggled. Before he could make any more comments she continued, "Tomorrow 0700." As she left, she heard his groan of anguish and something that sounded suspiciously like his head hitting the desk.
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'So far, so good,' Jack thought happily, as he strolled down the halls of the SGC. For most of the day all he had to do was treat her like a princess. Fetch, carry, cook, chauffeur, all things he could do easily. She had mentioned earlier that she would get him to do her reports but obviously changed her mind, knowing she would have to redo them anyway so he had gotten out of that as well. All he had left was the party which, after checking his watch, was due to kick off any minute.
Sam's last command to him was to go to his office and wait for her. So when he got there, he waited. And waited. And waited some more. And then he fell asleep. A hand touching his shoulder suddenly woke him.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he yelled automatically. He rubbed his eyes and looked up. Wow! "Are you trying to give me a heart attack Sam?" he asked again. His eyes were trying to take in all her outfit at once.
'My God! She is trying to kill me!' he thought as his eyes traveled over her knee-high leather boots, tiny leather shorts, and tight leather vest which did amazing things to her breasts.
Finally looking up into her eyes, he saw her grinning maniacally, her hair slicked back neatly. In one hand she had a bag and in the other a riding crop.
'Gulp.'
"I've brought you your costume for tonight, slave," she said holding, out the bag.
He took the bag with apprehension. "I'll wait outside while you change," she said, before slipping outside and closing the door, collapsing against it and crying with laughter.
"Wow, Sam! Nice get up!" Daniel said as he strolled up to her.
She grimaced, this wasn't her usual thing but to see Jack… it was worth it. Daniel began to laugh loudly as she quickly filled him in.
"Time's up Jack!"
Slowly, the door opened and Jack emerged, his face like a thundercloud.
"This had better be a joke," he threatened.
Daniel and Sam collapsed laughing again at the sight of their CO and friend wearing nothing but leather pants and boots.
"No way Major!"
"But sir, you lost the bet, slave for a day. And tonight's party is a great way to show off my 24 hour possession."
Jack glared.
"C'mon Jack, you lost, live with it."
"Fine," he said impatiently. "Let's go."
"Uh, sir, you forgot something," Sam said as she reached up and clicked a black leather dog collar, covered in studs, around his neck.
"Now this is going to far," he said, gesturing to the leash she held in her hand. "You are not dragging me along like a puppy!" he declared.
"Am too."
"Are not."
"Am too!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"NO WAY!"
"Jack will you damn well get over it?" she exclaimed, tugging on his leash for emphasis.
He glared at her again to no effect. "Fine," he said resignedly.
Daniel jumped with glee, "Give me 10 minutes guys, maximum impact and all that!" he yelled as he ran off towards the gateroom.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment until Sam started laughing. It was obviously contagious because Jack started laughing too.
"You do realise I will get you back for this. don't you?" he asked in a friendly voice.
She looked daunted for a moment, then shrugged, "Looking forward to it sir."
"Make it Jack please. Sir in this situation is a little off," he said gesturing.
She nodded, agreeing with him. She tapped her riding crop absently against her boot. "Shall we go now?"
Jack jerked his eyes from her booted leg. "Sorry, what?"
"I asked if we should go now," she repeated.
Jack nodded distractedly, his thoughts elsewhere. 'Man she is hot. I mean she is usually hot, but man… WOW!' he thought.
He looked up and around just as they entered the Gateroom. A deathly lull came over everyone there. Jack let his eyes scan the crowd. Costumes optional had ended up meaning that everyone had turned up in jeans and T- shirts, not leather bondage gear. General Hammond came towards them heroically stifling a grin. The rest of the SGC wasn't so disciplined as they simultaneously burst into laughter.
"Fetch Colonel, fetch. Good boy!"
"Spank me, Jack, please," someone else lisped outrageously.
"Nice ass!" a woman's voice cried out.
"Interesting choice of outfits, Major," Hammond said, still trying not to laugh.
"Yes, sir."
"Can I interest you in a drink, Major?" Hammond asked, gesturing to the makeshift bar.
"Thank you sir," she said before turning slightly to Jack and continuing, "Come along."
"I am so never going to live this down," he muttered.
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Jack leant against the wall and was blissfully enjoying a moment alone. He had been fending off smart assed quips all night and he was glad of the reprieve. His Major was in the bathroom and had let go of his leash for the first time all night. Thankfully, the party was beginning to wind down. He didn't know how much more waiting outside the ladies he could do.
Sam emerged from the bathroom, stumbling and giggling inanely. Jack was stone cold sober, he had to drive Sam home. Sam was pissed, she'd be lucky if she made it to the car. She straightened up, pressed herself against him and said, "Jack I wish to go home. We shall make our goodbyes and leave." Then she kissed him, pushing him hard against the wall.
"Let's go," he muttered hoarsely.
They had just said their goodbyes to the General, when Sam demanded a piggyback to the car. Groaning, Jack hoisted her onto his back and walked toward the elevators, ignoring the whistles and catcalls that followed them.
As soon as the elevator doors closed Sam began running her hands down his naked chest and gently biting his ears.
"Sam! Do you want me to drop you?"
She giggled and stopped what she was doing.
'Christ!' he thought as he felt her breath tickle the back of his neck.
She was asleep by the time they got to the car and he placed her gently on the back seat. He slipped on a spare shirt, thankful to be able to cover up at last. Sam falling asleep was a good thing, he realised. He knew he couldn't take advantage of her whilst she was drunk, but he also knew he wasn't so strong as to resist her. She had planned it all so perfectly.
Sam awoke as Jack was carrying her to the door and she immediately began her assault on him again.
"Hey! I didn't say you could put a shirt on," she mumbled against his shoulder.
"It's after midnight, Major, I'm not a slave anymore," he said with relish.
"No!" she said emphatically.
"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow.
"We are not going back to 'Major' and 'Sir' so live with it!"
He dropped her on the couch and watched her steadily. She was still in her leather gear and she was matching his stare fearlessly.
"What are you saying?"
"That I want you to get over here and kiss me!"
"Are you sure you really wanna do this Sam? I mean you have had a lot…"
"GET OVER HERE!"
He moved over to her and sat on the edge of the couch. Gently he began to kiss her upturned face.
"Sam?" he whispered.
"Oh for crying out loud!!! Who hates me???" he whispered harshly. She had fallen asleep again.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, unzipping her boots as he lowered her down onto her bed. He stared down at her for a moment and sighed, "Not fair."
He turned to leave and her hand shot out, yanking him down beside her. She snuggled into his body and promptly fell asleep again.
"You ARE trying to give me heart attack," he murmured into her hair, his body responding to her snuggling. He cradled her closer and lay there, waiting for sleep and tomorrow to come.
Breniah
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
RATING: M or M15
CATEGORY: Sam & Jack romance, humour
SPOLIERS: everything up to and including WoO just to be safe.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you enjoyed please let me know, feedback is always appreciated. And for the record, there are no such things as regulations in my world, therefore, no regs, no problem!
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"How do I get myself into these messes?" Jack asked with frustration. He played with the papers on his desk in an attempt to get his report done. Looking over at his plant he continued, "Do you want me to tell you how it happened? A few days ago in the briefing room my idea seemed like a great one. It never fails to amaze me how things can get out of control, how I can lose control so easily. I'm still trying to figure out how she got the upper hand! All I suggested to the General was that we have a little 'Out of the Time Loop' party. So innocent, a chance to wind down, enliven everyone's spirits. Sam agreed wholeheartedly to the idea. So it was decided, Saturday night in the Gateroom; costumes optional. That was when my adorable Major showed her hand!" Jack looked over at the plant, awaiting its response.
Getting none, he shuffled the papers again, and continued his story. "She called the General to witness as she challenged me to arm wrestle. "To get it out of the way once and for all," she said. The bet? The loser was to be the winner's slave for a day. Well, of course I acted on impulse, Sam as my slave for a day? Shit yeh! I agreed without thinking. But when we were arm wrestling she went all feminine on me, licking her lips, breathing deeply, stroking her fingers along the back of my hand! Cheating I call it, the General however, disagreed and I couldn't exactly tell him what she was doing to cheat. I tell you, the consequences suck!"
"Uh, Colonel?" Sam stuck her head through the doorway to his office. "Who are you talking to?"
"My plant," he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She gave him a strange look before shrugging and saying, "So tomorrow you begin your servitude. I expect you to be at my apartment at 0700 hours to cook me pancakes and drive me to work. Sound okay sir?" She gave him a cheeky smile.
"Major, tell me why you chose tomorrow as my slave day? Why not today, or the day after tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is the 'Out of the Loop' party. Maximum humiliation!" She grinned again.
"See, that's what I don't get! Why do you want to humiliate me? Aren't I a great CO?" he asked in exasperation.
"Yes sir, the best CO in fact," she agreed.
"Then why? WHY?"
"'Cause it'll be fun," she giggled. Before he could make any more comments she continued, "Tomorrow 0700." As she left, she heard his groan of anguish and something that sounded suspiciously like his head hitting the desk.
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'So far, so good,' Jack thought happily, as he strolled down the halls of the SGC. For most of the day all he had to do was treat her like a princess. Fetch, carry, cook, chauffeur, all things he could do easily. She had mentioned earlier that she would get him to do her reports but obviously changed her mind, knowing she would have to redo them anyway so he had gotten out of that as well. All he had left was the party which, after checking his watch, was due to kick off any minute.
Sam's last command to him was to go to his office and wait for her. So when he got there, he waited. And waited. And waited some more. And then he fell asleep. A hand touching his shoulder suddenly woke him.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he yelled automatically. He rubbed his eyes and looked up. Wow! "Are you trying to give me a heart attack Sam?" he asked again. His eyes were trying to take in all her outfit at once.
'My God! She is trying to kill me!' he thought as his eyes traveled over her knee-high leather boots, tiny leather shorts, and tight leather vest which did amazing things to her breasts.
Finally looking up into her eyes, he saw her grinning maniacally, her hair slicked back neatly. In one hand she had a bag and in the other a riding crop.
'Gulp.'
"I've brought you your costume for tonight, slave," she said holding, out the bag.
He took the bag with apprehension. "I'll wait outside while you change," she said, before slipping outside and closing the door, collapsing against it and crying with laughter.
"Wow, Sam! Nice get up!" Daniel said as he strolled up to her.
She grimaced, this wasn't her usual thing but to see Jack… it was worth it. Daniel began to laugh loudly as she quickly filled him in.
"Time's up Jack!"
Slowly, the door opened and Jack emerged, his face like a thundercloud.
"This had better be a joke," he threatened.
Daniel and Sam collapsed laughing again at the sight of their CO and friend wearing nothing but leather pants and boots.
"No way Major!"
"But sir, you lost the bet, slave for a day. And tonight's party is a great way to show off my 24 hour possession."
Jack glared.
"C'mon Jack, you lost, live with it."
"Fine," he said impatiently. "Let's go."
"Uh, sir, you forgot something," Sam said as she reached up and clicked a black leather dog collar, covered in studs, around his neck.
"Now this is going to far," he said, gesturing to the leash she held in her hand. "You are not dragging me along like a puppy!" he declared.
"Am too."
"Are not."
"Am too!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"NO WAY!"
"Jack will you damn well get over it?" she exclaimed, tugging on his leash for emphasis.
He glared at her again to no effect. "Fine," he said resignedly.
Daniel jumped with glee, "Give me 10 minutes guys, maximum impact and all that!" he yelled as he ran off towards the gateroom.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment until Sam started laughing. It was obviously contagious because Jack started laughing too.
"You do realise I will get you back for this. don't you?" he asked in a friendly voice.
She looked daunted for a moment, then shrugged, "Looking forward to it sir."
"Make it Jack please. Sir in this situation is a little off," he said gesturing.
She nodded, agreeing with him. She tapped her riding crop absently against her boot. "Shall we go now?"
Jack jerked his eyes from her booted leg. "Sorry, what?"
"I asked if we should go now," she repeated.
Jack nodded distractedly, his thoughts elsewhere. 'Man she is hot. I mean she is usually hot, but man… WOW!' he thought.
He looked up and around just as they entered the Gateroom. A deathly lull came over everyone there. Jack let his eyes scan the crowd. Costumes optional had ended up meaning that everyone had turned up in jeans and T- shirts, not leather bondage gear. General Hammond came towards them heroically stifling a grin. The rest of the SGC wasn't so disciplined as they simultaneously burst into laughter.
"Fetch Colonel, fetch. Good boy!"
"Spank me, Jack, please," someone else lisped outrageously.
"Nice ass!" a woman's voice cried out.
"Interesting choice of outfits, Major," Hammond said, still trying not to laugh.
"Yes, sir."
"Can I interest you in a drink, Major?" Hammond asked, gesturing to the makeshift bar.
"Thank you sir," she said before turning slightly to Jack and continuing, "Come along."
"I am so never going to live this down," he muttered.
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Jack leant against the wall and was blissfully enjoying a moment alone. He had been fending off smart assed quips all night and he was glad of the reprieve. His Major was in the bathroom and had let go of his leash for the first time all night. Thankfully, the party was beginning to wind down. He didn't know how much more waiting outside the ladies he could do.
Sam emerged from the bathroom, stumbling and giggling inanely. Jack was stone cold sober, he had to drive Sam home. Sam was pissed, she'd be lucky if she made it to the car. She straightened up, pressed herself against him and said, "Jack I wish to go home. We shall make our goodbyes and leave." Then she kissed him, pushing him hard against the wall.
"Let's go," he muttered hoarsely.
They had just said their goodbyes to the General, when Sam demanded a piggyback to the car. Groaning, Jack hoisted her onto his back and walked toward the elevators, ignoring the whistles and catcalls that followed them.
As soon as the elevator doors closed Sam began running her hands down his naked chest and gently biting his ears.
"Sam! Do you want me to drop you?"
She giggled and stopped what she was doing.
'Christ!' he thought as he felt her breath tickle the back of his neck.
She was asleep by the time they got to the car and he placed her gently on the back seat. He slipped on a spare shirt, thankful to be able to cover up at last. Sam falling asleep was a good thing, he realised. He knew he couldn't take advantage of her whilst she was drunk, but he also knew he wasn't so strong as to resist her. She had planned it all so perfectly.
Sam awoke as Jack was carrying her to the door and she immediately began her assault on him again.
"Hey! I didn't say you could put a shirt on," she mumbled against his shoulder.
"It's after midnight, Major, I'm not a slave anymore," he said with relish.
"No!" she said emphatically.
"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow.
"We are not going back to 'Major' and 'Sir' so live with it!"
He dropped her on the couch and watched her steadily. She was still in her leather gear and she was matching his stare fearlessly.
"What are you saying?"
"That I want you to get over here and kiss me!"
"Are you sure you really wanna do this Sam? I mean you have had a lot…"
"GET OVER HERE!"
He moved over to her and sat on the edge of the couch. Gently he began to kiss her upturned face.
"Sam?" he whispered.
"Oh for crying out loud!!! Who hates me???" he whispered harshly. She had fallen asleep again.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, unzipping her boots as he lowered her down onto her bed. He stared down at her for a moment and sighed, "Not fair."
He turned to leave and her hand shot out, yanking him down beside her. She snuggled into his body and promptly fell asleep again.
"You ARE trying to give me heart attack," he murmured into her hair, his body responding to her snuggling. He cradled her closer and lay there, waiting for sleep and tomorrow to come.