Sam got out of her car and made her way into her house, belatedly realizing she didn't have anything in the fridge and had to do some grocery shopping. She went over to the phone, only to see that she had two missed messages.
"Hey Sam, it's me, Pete. I was just wondering if you'd gotten back already. Oh and I haven't gotten any RSVPs from your invitations, except from Mark. So do you think they'll come and the RSVPs just haven't gotten here yet or are they too busy? I love you, babe!"
She hated it when he called her 'babe'. Maybe it was because she was a military brat and had lived in a men's world her entire adult life, but she hated those corny nicknames people all seemed to develop when they were in love. And it made her think of that pig from the movie.
"Hey babe, it's me again. Call me when you get back. My mother wants to ask you some questions about the party and she said something about the wedding. Love you!"
She didn't like his mother. But that was normal right? Didn't everyone always joke about their in-laws? Especially their mother-in-law? Yes, this was a good thing. It was normal. And it's not like she had that much experience with in-laws. Before Jonas she'd never had a serious relationship and she never even met his parents because they were estranged. Can't really blame them… After Jonas she didn't have a lot of boyfriends. None, actually. Lovers yes, but nothing more serious. Well, there was Orlin, but he used to be an ascended being who descended only to ascend again. And they weren't that serious.
Narim was infatuated with her and she'd really liked him. Hell, they'd kissed before Daniel had so rudely interrupted; that guy has the worst timing ever! Later on, she still liked Narim, but by then her feelings for Jack O'Neill were growing stronger as well. Then there was Martouf, but that relationship was just weird! Even for her. She loved him and yet she didn't. Or maybe she did. Jolinar's memories confused her. It weren't just memories she'd left, but also feelings. So Sam had 'loved' Martouf even before they'd met. But she really did like him and had thought of him as a good friend, nothing more. Her feelings had never gotten a chance to evolve because Martouf – and his symbiote, Lantash – had died a few years ago. Anyway, those possible love interests had never really been serious and they weren't even from Earth. God, Martouf's mom had probably died over a hundred years ago! Orlin used to be an ancient, so his parents were literally ancient, heh! That's just weird. And Narim never mentioned his parents… So she didn't have anything to compare it with. She just didn't like Hilda, Pete's mother.
She grabbed the phone and called Pete's cell. He was probably still working. She left him a voicemail, telling him she was fine and that Daniel and Teal'c were coming, even though she just realized they'd never actually agreed to come. She hadn't asked the General yet. She was afraid it would be awkward. Because of the zatarc testing, leaving it in the room, their conversation on the Prometheus – okay, it was her and her imagination, but still – and the humming in the elevator. God, that had been so uncomfortable! Not to mention the day she told him that Pete had proposed… talk about awkwardness. It had taken her all her courage to ask him about 'what if things were different?', only to get his stupid 'I wouldn't be here'-answer.
What did that mean? That if things were different Charlie wouldn't have died, he would still be with Sara and would've never joined the SGC? Or that they hadn't left it in the room? Or maybe he would be dead already? Or she would be? He would've retired for her? She would've resigned for him? She would've never met Pete and so they would never be in that position?Let it go! Sam couldn't go over this again… and again. She was going to marry Pete! He clearly loves her and the General obviously doesn't. She couldn't even say she really loved the General with certainty. Perhaps it was just hero-worshipping and maybe a little infatuation. You love Pete, remember?
Sam sighed and let herself fall on the couch. Was she going to call the General to ask him? Maybe she'd do it tomorrow at the SGC. Confirm that he would be there. Yes, now all she needed was food. She ordered Chinese and sorted through her mail. By the time the doorbell rang she was almost famished and ran to the door. Only to see Pete standing there.
"Hi babe!" Pete kissed her and walked inside.
"Pete!" Sam got out her shock, threw a last look over her shoulder to see if there was a delivery boy coming – but unfortunately there wasn't – and closed the door. She followed Pete to the living room and sat down on the couch next to him. "What are you doing here? I thought you were working?"
"I'm on call. So you're okay? I figured you'd call me as soon as you'd gotten back and when I didn't hear anything…"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had to get checked out and then I needed a shower and a clean outfit. Before I knew it I was sitting at my desk writing my report and the guys asked me to grab a late lunch. Then we had the debriefing and after that I could finally go home. I just didn't have any time to call, sorry."
"That's okay, babe, I'm just glad you're alright. So, did anything interesting happen out there?"
"Pete, you know I can't tell you."
"But I've got security clearance! You can tell me, Sam."
She rolled her eyes, once again annoyed with his ever-present questions about her highly classified work. "You have limited clearance, I was allowed to tell you about what I really do and about the situation you were in. But I'm not allowed to tell you anything else, you know that."
"Fine," he pouted.
"It's not like I don't want to tell you, but I can't. You already know more than anyone else outside of the SGC, more than the partners of my colleagues. I thought you would understand, it's not as if you can tell me anything about the cases you work on!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry Sam." He gave her a sloppy kiss when the doorbell rang.
"Chinese", she mumbled before heading to the door.
"Babe, how 'bout shutting that thing off, huh?"
Sam looked over to Pete lying beside her. "In a minute, I just have to check my email. I totally forgot when I got home."
"Can't it wait 'till tomorrow? There are a lot more interesting, not to say satisfying, things we could be doing right now," Pete murmured, before sliding the strap of her camisole off her shoulder.
"No, it can't wait. The General said we were to expect an email with details about Washington," Sam said while brushing his hand off of her.
"Washington?"
"Didn't I tell you?"
"No, Sam you didn't."
"Oh, well we are going to DC in two days."
"Really? Why?"
"I'm not sure yet, but since the General said I was to come for the science department, I'm thinking it's about the budget. We'll probably have to justify our expenses… again."
"Sounds boring," Pete murmured.
"It is."
"So, how long will you be gone? Because I have the rest of the week off."
"Really?" Sam stared at him incredulous.
"Yes, I told you I was trying to get a few days off. You said you'd too."
"No, I said there weren't any missions planned. That usually means that I get to work on my projects."
"You said you'd have some downtime after today's mission," Pete sighed.
"Well, yes, I thought I did. We all did. But now there's Washington."
"Great, just great. So I'm stuck here while you're in DC?"
She shrugged helplessly. "I'm sorry, but you know that's what it's like in the military. It's mostly the same for you and I don't get all upset if you have to work all of a sudden."
"Yeah, you're right. But could you at least give me a key while you're gone?"
"Uh… right. I'll have to check, I don't know if I have a spare. We could make one tomorrow after work?" Sam suggested after seeing his facial expression.
"Sam, everyone has a spare key."
"Until you give it away," she said uncomfortably. She knew he wasn't going to like or understand this.
"What? Who has your spare?"
"Just a few people…"
"More than one? So anyone can come in here?"
She sighed in an exasperated manner and threw him a look. "No, it's not like that, Pete."
"Who has a key, Sam?"
"You know… just DanielTeal'cDadandtheGeneral."
"What, who?"
"Daniel, Teal'c, my dad and the General have a spare key."
"Why? Why do they have a spare key while your fiancé doesn't?" He couldn't believe it! Those guys have her house key? Her father, okay, but her boss? That is just weird!
"I don't know. It's just that my dad isn't always around when I am, so when I'm off-world and he's visiting he can at least go here instead of being holed up in base." That wasn't completely true, seeing as he still had his apartment here in the Springs but she knew Pete wouldn't understand… "And the guys have a key in case I'm off-world and they aren't, so they can do my plants and mail and stuff. And it's easier if I'm injured, then I don't have to get up to open the door."
"I can understand that your team has your key…" He didn't really and still thought it was strange, but he didn't want to fight over this. Not now, at least."…but why does your boss have your key?"
"You mean the General? Well, he used to be the Colonel and was on my team. In fact, he's still a part of the team, even if he's not on the team anymore. And we're friends. We're all friends, family even. I'd rather leave my key with them than with one of my neighbors who I don't even know," Sam patiently explained, feeling awkward over having to justify her actions to him.
"Fine, whatever. Now can you shut off your laptop?"
She nodded slowly. "Yeah, looks like I have a briefing tomorrow and I'll probably be gone for two days. I can tell you more tomorrow."
"Wasn't that when the General was having a barbeque?"
"What? I don't remember anything about General O'Neill throwing a-"
"General Hammond, remember? He invited us two weeks ago? That's one of the reasons I have a few days off starting tomorrow, you asked me if I wanted to come with?" Pete asked her incredulous. She'd forgotten?
"Oh, right! I didn't realize that was tomorrow already." Sam shut off her laptop and turned off the lamp on her nightstand. Pete immediately scooted over to her en put his hands on her stomach. "Pete…"
Beep, beep, beep!
"Oh shit!" Pete exclaimed, before grabbing his pager. He grabbed his cell phone to call his work. "Sorry babe, I've got to go. I hate being on call. Hopefully it won't take long…"
Sam responded to his kiss and waved her hand as he ran out of the bedroom. Well, at least now she didn't have to tell him she wasn't in the mood, she thought as she lay back and went to sleep.
"Are you busy?"
Sam's head shot up hearing his voice and she automatically straightened from the hunched position over her desk. She shook her head as he walked in to her lab. Steadying the tool in her hand, leaning back on the table and trying to finish the rerouting of the power for the alien device, she heard him walk around her desk, stopping behind her.
He leaned over her shoulder, pretending to study the device. "So, what does it do?" He whispered.
His breath on her cheek and his soft whisper sent a tingle down her spine and she shuddered. He was standing right behind her, making her very aware of his presence. Sam breathed in deep through her nose, trying to maintain her self-control but instead she breathed in his scent. His delicious scent. If she were sitting on a stool, she probably would've fallen off the moment he rested his hands on her shoulders. With all of her machinery on, her lab temperature quickly rose to create a warm atmosphere, which is why she shed her BDU jacket hours ago. Normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, but now she was standing here in her BDU pants and the standard issued black tank top and his warm hands were on her exposed shoulders. It was as if his body heat was being transferred onto her; she could feel his heat emanating through his clothes and the warmth of his hands was spreading to her cheeks, making her blush furiously. Realizing he was still waiting for an answer she cleared her throat.
"I- I don't know yet, Sir. That's what this test is for. I'm trying to reroute the power so that we can turn it on as soon as Daniel has finished his translations."
"Ah, so that's what you're doing, Carter? Rerouting the power?" He asked in an innocent tone, while his hands were slowly sliding down her bare arms, leaving goose bumps in their trails.
"Yes, Sir," she replied in a raspy voice. Damn that man! But God, his hands felt so good on her arms. I wonder how they would feel on the rest of my skin? On my hips, tracing my sides, his rough calloused hands on my br-.
"Do you always get this… excited while rerouting power, Carter?" Jack asked in a husky tone, with his hands around both of her wrists, registering her rapid pulse. His thumbs were drawing slow circles on the soft skin of her wrists and he could feel her pulse increasing. His head was still watching over her shoulder, but he decided he could stop pretending to be interested in the machine and turned his head, to whisper in her ear. "Well?"
Sam tried to clear her head, but she couldn't think straight when he was so close. With his breath tickling her ear. Were those his lips against my ear? She swallowed hard and cleared her throat before speaking.
"Well General, you know how much I enjoy playing with my doohickeys."
Was that my own voice? And what the hell am I thinking using such a suggestive tone to a General, a General who happened to be my commanding officer! Notto mention that she was downright flirting with him, while being engaged to another man… Sam straightened up at her own thoughts and tried to get her body under control. His hands traveling back up the sensitive skin of her arms weren't helping in that department.
Jack felt her stiffen momentarily, before straightening. Her pulse was still racing though and her tone was quite suggestive. He breathed in her scent before nuzzling her neck and running his hands up her soft arms. He heard her gasp and shudder and he smirked against her neck. Her skin was so soft; it was like satin over steel muscles. He loved it. A small step forward put her back almost against him and he could feel the flames coming from her body, which only aroused him more. He couldn't help himself and let his hands slide down her sides, while pressing his lips on her collarbone.
The touch of his lips on her skin made her lightheaded and his hands were leaving a trail of fire on her body, which went directly to her hot core. Sam could feel the gush of wetness soaking her panties. He didn't even do anything! It usually takes a whole lot more than a pair of hands on my arms or sides to get me this aroused! She bit back a moan when his tongue darted out of his mouth oh so quickly that she was wondering if perhaps she imagined it… without conscious thought she let her head fall back to give him more access to her throat, which he gladly used.
Jack's hands were resting on her hips when he slid his hands under the hem of the fabric. Just so he could touch her skin, nothing more. Slowly he ran his rough fingertips over the small patch of exposed skin of her stomach, which elicited a low moan from his Colonel. "Really, Carter? Tell me, are there any other toys you enjoy and that make your pulse raise like this?" He whispered in her ear while his hands went lower, over her belt and down the zipper of her BDUs.
Sam couldn't perform a coherent sentence if her life depended on it, not with his hands on her body. So she just moaned when his fingers trailed down from her abdomen. God, I'm so wet! She wanted him, oh she so wanted him! When he pressed a kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear she stepped back, pressing her back against his toned chest. She immediately knew he was just as aroused as her when his erection was pressing against her ass. She pressed harder, hearing him breathe in sharp. The next thing she knew one of his hands traveled back to her hip and pulled her closer while he was pressing his hard on further into her. His other hand was still lingering between her belt and where she wanted it most. She finally released the death grip her hands had been having on the desk – her tool had fallen out of her hands ages ago – and laid one on the nape of his neck, while the other covered his hand.
Jack looked up when he felt her hand in his neck, playing with the short hairs in the nape. She looked over her shoulder and her lips were on his before he could move. The kiss was frantic and desperate and was comparable to the one they had exchanged in the locker room years ago. Only this time she didn't waste any time before forcing his mouth open and thrusting her tongue in.
He tasted even better than she had imagined, better than her memory from all those years ago. Their tongues were dueling for dominance in a passionate kiss. Sam tightened her grip on his hand, rubbed against his erection and moved his hand lower until it cupped her, before she sucked his tongue into her mouth. She heard a moan. Was that me? Or was it him?
"What do you want, Carter?" Jack asked after breaking their kiss to breathe. Her grip on his hand got stronger and he felt her heat through her BDU pants, while she leaned back against him completely. He could hear her mutter something incomprehensible and increased the pressure of his hand cupping her.
"God…", she moaned.
"What was that?"
"Don't stop, Sir" she complained when he removed his hand and stopped kissing her neck.
"Tell me what you want, Carter," he groaned, because she was rubbing her tight little ass against his painful erection.
"You, Sir. I want you," she sighed.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And what exactly do you want from me, Carter?" He asked mischievous, while cupping her once again. When she didn't answer he slowly rubbed one of his fingers against her, which made her hips buck.
"I want you to fuck me," she moaned while grinding against his hand. With a quick movement from her hands, she unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. "Now, Sir."
He didn't need her to tell him twice, his hand slipped into her BDUs and he marveled at the wetness from her panties.
"God Carter, your panties are soaked," he groaned.
"All for you, General. So wet for you," she panted, while his hand was touching her. "More than ready, Sir."
Jack continued the ministrations of his lips and tongue on her ear, neck and throat, while his hand pushed her BDU and panties down. He heard her mew when his fingers finally touched her clit and his other hand descended from its place on her hip down to her perfect tight little ass. He rubbed his hand over her soft flesh, both of them almost reeling from the sensations.
"I'm so hot and wet for you, just fuck me," she almost begged.
"Yes, yes you are," he whispered, sliding his finger inside of her. "You're certainly hot and wet, Colonel. Not to mention tight," he added as he slipped two more fingers inside of her, stretching her and making her yelp from surprise.
She could feel his other hand sliding back up to her hip, while he pressed himself against her. She loved the way his erection was pressing into her flesh, and the friction provided by his BDU against her soft and naked skin was arousing her to no end. His other fingers were thrusting into her fast and hard, while his thumb was flicking and rubbing her clit, making her crazy with desire. Sam didn't even realize that she was meeting every thrust of her CO's fingers, with her pants down her thighs in the middle of her lab while he was rubbing his hard on against her. Not until she heard stumbling down the hall and a voice far away. The General heard it too, she guessed after he froze.
"Don't stop now, I'm so close," she begged in a whisper. God, I'm a Lieutenant Colonel in the USAF and I'm begging just to get off. If only the Goa'uld knew this – 'this' being Jack fucking me – was all that was needed for me to beg. I would say anything if he just wouldn't stop.
"Don't worry, Carter, I'll make you come. I promise, always," he whispered while continuing his caresses.
"God yes, yes, almost," she moaned.
"Come for me Carter," Jack groaned while his free hand was kneading her breast, flicking her nipple, playing with the hard knob through the fabric of her tank top. "Come".
Sam felt herself explode when his fingers thrust against one of her sensitive spots and his other hand pinched her nipple hard, hard enough to make her yelp and moan at the same time.
"Sam? Sam!"
God, that sounded like Pete. What the hell was he doing on base? No! What am I doing? I'm engaged to Pete, I don't have any feelings for my CO! It was just hero-worshipping and perhaps an infatuation, of course he's an attractive man so it's only natural to find him pleasant to look at… Am I insane? I just begged my CO to fuck me, which he did – albeit with his fingers – in my lab which is monitored by CCTV and the door isn't even closed! What was I thinking? Screw the regs? Well, I kind of did… And what is the General doing? Sam looked over her shoulder, only to see that he wasn't there anymore. She turned around; let her eyes do a sweep of the lab, only to see it fade around her.
"Sam?"
She blinked a few times and when she opened her eyes everything was dark. Huh?
"Sam? Babe, wake up."
Oh no, it was just a dream! No! That is a good thing! It was more like a nightmare, considering I don't have any feelings for him. None whatsoever. "Pete?"
"What the hell were you dreaming, honey? I mean, wow," he grinned.
Sam looked down now that her eyesight was adjusting to the dark, only to see one of her hands down her panties and the other was still cupping her breast. Great! She quickly withdrew her hands and shot him a look.
"Uh… I don't remember."
"Well, it must've been something pretty good, the way you were trashing the bed. I mean, damn! I know you can be enthusiastic, but I'm not sure I've ever seen you like this," he smirked, bending down to kiss her. "So, what? Were we trying a new position or something?"
"Like I said, I don't really remember. It was all a blur, more like feelings," she lied. If you were a more considerate lover, perhaps I would be more like that with you. Well, it's not like it's his fault. He wasn't a complete moron in bed, he did try, but he just didn't know all her sensitive spots yet. The places he should touch to make her lose control and he wasn't particularly adventurous. He usually positioned them into the century old missionary position, she had tried being on top a few times but he wasn't too keen on that it seemed. She would give him head every now and then, but he was more into the actual intercourse than the oral pleasure. This had come as a bit of a surprise to her at first, none of her previous lovers had turned down a blowjob when she offered or initiated it, but she soon found out he wasn't the type for a second round. And whenever she tried to take the lead, to try a different position he would stop her and take control. So his performance in the bedroom was what, average? "You're back already?"
"Already? It's almost time for you to get up, babe."
Sam looked over to her alarm clock, which read '5:45.' "Oh".
"Yeah, if it wasn't I'm sure we could re-enact that dream of yours," he smirked, waggling his eyebrows.
"That's okay, you go to sleep. I'll turn of the alarm and get a shower," she said, reaching over to the alarm clock. Then she practically ran into her bathroom; she definitely needed to clean herself up, her panties really were soaked and were getting sticky. Just like the juices on her thighs. Not to mention her camisole. She might as well throw that one in the laundry, considering she'd wiped her wet hand off on it. Sam took off her clothes and jumped in the shower, trying not to think about her dream. She just hoped the General wouldn't bother her in her lab today.
"Oh and babe? I was just wondering if you've heard anything from your father. We didn't send him an official invitation for the party, you know, with him being an alien and all," he laughed through the door.
Thoughts about my father… oh yes, that's definitely a libido killer. Why didn't I think of it before? Not to mention her father and a way Selmak had given Sam the father she'd never had and she loved her for it, but she was still a slimy snake around her father's brainstem. Yep, that cooled her down more than a cold shower could have!
"No, haven't heard anything yet, but I did send a message to him saying it was urgent. I really do want you to meet him." Or do I? Who was she kidding? Dad was never going to like him. Well, maybe if they spent some time together. It's not like Dad had ever really liked a guy she was dating. But this was the man she loved and was going to marry. Plus he's a friend of Mark's. That should count for something right?She might've been attracted to the lunatic fringe before, but her brother is actually a good judge of character.
