Chapter Five
"Let's blame the Aliens "
Sam had more or less successfully avoided the Elf all day (well, all except that last little incident - would the Colonel be very mad at her?) but all good things come to an end, she thought to herself, as she confronted Troll - alone - in the hall.
"Hi," she said stupidly, trying not to meet his eyes.
"Greetings" he said, taking her hand.
Sam looked at his hand on her hand, and attempted to understand what it was about him. She felt her body, already under heavy strain through his proximity at dinner, start to redden and tingle. She felt like she was glowing. Was it an alien thing? Did she just need sex? But truly, he was soooo magnetic, and when he smiled, and stared at her, she felt she could fold right into those eyes.
"Walk with me," Troll said, and she was powerless to refuse. "You are a beautiful woman, Major Carter."
"Call me Sam," she said breathlessly, astounded that she had said that - had spoken like that. Man, did she have a crush on the elf?
"Tell me - are you in love with Colonel Jack O'Neill?"
The question shook her out of the trance she was definitely falling into. She felt unable to reply - but only because of how Troll made her feel. She seemed to be having trouble breathing. But she wanted to reply - she wanted to tell him everything - anything. Jesus! She tried to shake her head, to clear it - but it wasn't going to work. Her body flushed, her skin ached to be touched, to be kissed, stroked..
"O'Neil," Troll repeated.
Jack, she thought to herself. Am I in love with Jack? "Yes," she answered. "I am nuts over Colonel O'Neill. My God, I would sleep with him in a moment if it wasn't against the SGC rules. You have no idea. Maybe if I slept with him I could get over it - I don't know. I can't have him - so I want him. But I think I'd want him anyway." She risked a glance at Troll, surprised at herself. "Why am I telling you this?"
"I believe O'Neil loves you. Sit," he commanded, handing her into a chair. That was good because her knees felt weak and she was trembling. She hardly felt she could stand. Jack loves me? she thought. The Elf says so. In a dream state, she noticed that Troll had taken her to her room. And there right in front of her was a bed. She moaned, softly, thinking of that bed. She felt quite fevered - quite unable to do anything - except...that. She could definitely do THAT.
"You are not well. Stay here," Troll ordered sternly. "I will get help .."
"No! Don't go! Oh God - you'll do!" He wasn't against regulations - and at this point she felt that she would sleep with - well, certainly him. She had never felt so out of control - had the alien slipped something into her drinks? Or was she always like this and just didn't know it? What in the hell is going on?
As Troll left it caused her almost physical pain. But she heard what he had said. Someone was coming back. She had to wait. She was sick. Fevered.
Yup. That was sure true.
* * *
O'Neill was still looking for Carter. Everyone else had turned in, but he hadn't seen Troll either and he sure didn't trust him - not with Sam. They hadn't been gone long - only minutes. Not long enough time for.anything bad to happen. He couldn't hide the relief from his face as he saw Troll walking rapidly toward him.
"O'Neill, I have found you," Troll said.
"Is there a problem?"
"I am concerned that Major Carter is not well. I have taken her to her room. Can you come?"
"Lead the way," he gestured.
When they got to her door - Troll pointed. "She is in there."
"What kind of sick?"
"You will know what to do," Troll assured him. "She is of your kind. It will not be difficult to make her..well. I leave her to you. If you need anything - I will be enjoying the fire."
"Right," Jack replied to Troll's cryptic comments.
* * *
Jack came into Carter's bedroom, and from years of military experience took in everything in the room in an instant. A light was shining softly on a bed table, but a riot of stars could easily be seen shining above the room in the night sky. A table stood nearby, surprisingly loaded with food: breads, cheeses, fruits and drinks. Clothes, boots and socks trailed to where he found Carter laying on the bed. She had a short, midriff exposing, baby blue tank top on, as well as her army trousers (unbuttoned and half unzipped) but nothing else. She was on her back, writhing and moaning, her blonde hair strewn messily on the pillow.
"Jesus Carter, what's wrong?" he said, striding over and sitting down beside her.
"Jack!" she said with relief, clutching at his arm. "Oh, God Jack. I am so bloody desperate - you have no idea!"
Jack felt her forehead and she moved toward his touch with a sigh, and then grabbed his hand and put it on her neck, and then kissed it, and bit it gently. Man, I love Jack's hands. Wow! Look at this hand!
"Carter - you seem warm. You may have a fever!"
"Ummm. You got that right!" she said in a deep and sensual voice.
He frowned, pulling his hand away, "And I don't think you really know what you are doing. What's going on Carter - are you sick?"
She sat up on the bed and put her arms around him, her hands feeling his chest. Ah his chest! Oh God he smelled so good! She breathed in deeply - her eyes shut. Then opened her eyes and looked directly at him. "Jack - I will tell you what my problem is. I feel like.I feel like I have had 10 hours of foreplay - with no relief. I swear to God I will die if I don't get sex. I am not joking. This is really really painful! I am in agony. You have to help me."
"How'd you get like this, Carter?"
"Call me Sam."
"Okkk-ay" he said, with reservation in his voice.
"Jack," Sam said, stopping her writhing for a moment to look at him intently. "If I was hungry, you'd feed me, right?"
"Right," he replied, not sure where she was going with this.
"And if I was thirsty, you'd give me something to drink, right?" Her blue eyes looked at him imploringly. Her hair was a mess, but there was something so disarmingly cute about her. Her mouth was slightly open and he became aware of the urge to kiss her.
"Sure."
"Jack, I need sex!"
"What?" he said, trying to get a grip.
I need it! I swear to God I'll die if I don't get laid tonight. Right now. Jack, how can you refuse?"
Jack studied her in consternation. It wasn't like the Beroca incident. She was in control of herself - somehow. Kind of. Maybe. Well, a little bit, at least.
"Carter," he explained patiently, "I am really sorry about this 10 hours of foreplay thing." 10 hours of foreplay? No release?Man Oh man! Don'tgotheredon'tgotheredon'tgothere! he thought quickly to himself. "If we have sex, then you are going to be mad at me forever because I will have taken advantage of you."
"No, I won't I swear it Jack. I am not kidding. If you don't have sex with me I'll find someone else. I'll have sex with Troll! And then I will be mad at you. I have a problem Jack. I don't know how I got it - but I do know how to get it fixed."
"Cold shower?" he suggested.
"No!" she said sternly. She clutched at his jeans. "God, do you have any idea how hot you look in those jeans? She reached for the top button, and used both hands to undo it. "Oh man," she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck and ear in the process. Her body felt on fire. "Let's screw our brains out Jack, and blame the aliens. It worked for SG 6. And who knows, it is probably true."
He pulled back and looked at her, considering. Hummm! That could work.
He took her in his arms, although he still hadn't made up his mind. "Are you sure you're not going to be mad at me?"
"Not if you have and endurance," she assured him. She kissed him then, holding the side of his head with her hands, breathing deeply - her lips full and warm. "I don't think once is going to do it," she murmured.
They both fell down onto the bed side by side, and she arched up uncontrollably against him. Panting she added, "I think the cure may take half the night." Her hands pulled up his shirt, unbuttoning as she went in order to feel the strength of his chest, the heat of his body near hers.
"No problem," he grinned, his face close. "I have had some serious lust - over you I might add - that's been hanging on backlog for a long, long time." He kissed her soundly and while she made a slight squeeky sound, he groaned with pleasure as they both responded to their mutual, long term fantasy of actually being able to physically enjoy each other.
"Sam!" he said, taking pleasure in speaking her name.
"Yes!" she sighed.
He drew her to him, and then rolled on top of her, kissing her neck, her ears, her mouth. Suddenly they broke apart, as Sam's eyes flew open.
"Hey, Jack!"
"Hummm?"
"I just remembered!"
"What?"
"I'm not wearing any underclothes!"
Jack smiled down at her. "Sweet!" he said, running his hands up on the bare skin under her tank top. So soft! He thought, and then his thoughts disappeared in ecstasy.
* * *
"Let's blame the Aliens "
Sam had more or less successfully avoided the Elf all day (well, all except that last little incident - would the Colonel be very mad at her?) but all good things come to an end, she thought to herself, as she confronted Troll - alone - in the hall.
"Hi," she said stupidly, trying not to meet his eyes.
"Greetings" he said, taking her hand.
Sam looked at his hand on her hand, and attempted to understand what it was about him. She felt her body, already under heavy strain through his proximity at dinner, start to redden and tingle. She felt like she was glowing. Was it an alien thing? Did she just need sex? But truly, he was soooo magnetic, and when he smiled, and stared at her, she felt she could fold right into those eyes.
"Walk with me," Troll said, and she was powerless to refuse. "You are a beautiful woman, Major Carter."
"Call me Sam," she said breathlessly, astounded that she had said that - had spoken like that. Man, did she have a crush on the elf?
"Tell me - are you in love with Colonel Jack O'Neill?"
The question shook her out of the trance she was definitely falling into. She felt unable to reply - but only because of how Troll made her feel. She seemed to be having trouble breathing. But she wanted to reply - she wanted to tell him everything - anything. Jesus! She tried to shake her head, to clear it - but it wasn't going to work. Her body flushed, her skin ached to be touched, to be kissed, stroked..
"O'Neil," Troll repeated.
Jack, she thought to herself. Am I in love with Jack? "Yes," she answered. "I am nuts over Colonel O'Neill. My God, I would sleep with him in a moment if it wasn't against the SGC rules. You have no idea. Maybe if I slept with him I could get over it - I don't know. I can't have him - so I want him. But I think I'd want him anyway." She risked a glance at Troll, surprised at herself. "Why am I telling you this?"
"I believe O'Neil loves you. Sit," he commanded, handing her into a chair. That was good because her knees felt weak and she was trembling. She hardly felt she could stand. Jack loves me? she thought. The Elf says so. In a dream state, she noticed that Troll had taken her to her room. And there right in front of her was a bed. She moaned, softly, thinking of that bed. She felt quite fevered - quite unable to do anything - except...that. She could definitely do THAT.
"You are not well. Stay here," Troll ordered sternly. "I will get help .."
"No! Don't go! Oh God - you'll do!" He wasn't against regulations - and at this point she felt that she would sleep with - well, certainly him. She had never felt so out of control - had the alien slipped something into her drinks? Or was she always like this and just didn't know it? What in the hell is going on?
As Troll left it caused her almost physical pain. But she heard what he had said. Someone was coming back. She had to wait. She was sick. Fevered.
Yup. That was sure true.
* * *
O'Neill was still looking for Carter. Everyone else had turned in, but he hadn't seen Troll either and he sure didn't trust him - not with Sam. They hadn't been gone long - only minutes. Not long enough time for.anything bad to happen. He couldn't hide the relief from his face as he saw Troll walking rapidly toward him.
"O'Neill, I have found you," Troll said.
"Is there a problem?"
"I am concerned that Major Carter is not well. I have taken her to her room. Can you come?"
"Lead the way," he gestured.
When they got to her door - Troll pointed. "She is in there."
"What kind of sick?"
"You will know what to do," Troll assured him. "She is of your kind. It will not be difficult to make her..well. I leave her to you. If you need anything - I will be enjoying the fire."
"Right," Jack replied to Troll's cryptic comments.
* * *
Jack came into Carter's bedroom, and from years of military experience took in everything in the room in an instant. A light was shining softly on a bed table, but a riot of stars could easily be seen shining above the room in the night sky. A table stood nearby, surprisingly loaded with food: breads, cheeses, fruits and drinks. Clothes, boots and socks trailed to where he found Carter laying on the bed. She had a short, midriff exposing, baby blue tank top on, as well as her army trousers (unbuttoned and half unzipped) but nothing else. She was on her back, writhing and moaning, her blonde hair strewn messily on the pillow.
"Jesus Carter, what's wrong?" he said, striding over and sitting down beside her.
"Jack!" she said with relief, clutching at his arm. "Oh, God Jack. I am so bloody desperate - you have no idea!"
Jack felt her forehead and she moved toward his touch with a sigh, and then grabbed his hand and put it on her neck, and then kissed it, and bit it gently. Man, I love Jack's hands. Wow! Look at this hand!
"Carter - you seem warm. You may have a fever!"
"Ummm. You got that right!" she said in a deep and sensual voice.
He frowned, pulling his hand away, "And I don't think you really know what you are doing. What's going on Carter - are you sick?"
She sat up on the bed and put her arms around him, her hands feeling his chest. Ah his chest! Oh God he smelled so good! She breathed in deeply - her eyes shut. Then opened her eyes and looked directly at him. "Jack - I will tell you what my problem is. I feel like.I feel like I have had 10 hours of foreplay - with no relief. I swear to God I will die if I don't get sex. I am not joking. This is really really painful! I am in agony. You have to help me."
"How'd you get like this, Carter?"
"Call me Sam."
"Okkk-ay" he said, with reservation in his voice.
"Jack," Sam said, stopping her writhing for a moment to look at him intently. "If I was hungry, you'd feed me, right?"
"Right," he replied, not sure where she was going with this.
"And if I was thirsty, you'd give me something to drink, right?" Her blue eyes looked at him imploringly. Her hair was a mess, but there was something so disarmingly cute about her. Her mouth was slightly open and he became aware of the urge to kiss her.
"Sure."
"Jack, I need sex!"
"What?" he said, trying to get a grip.
I need it! I swear to God I'll die if I don't get laid tonight. Right now. Jack, how can you refuse?"
Jack studied her in consternation. It wasn't like the Beroca incident. She was in control of herself - somehow. Kind of. Maybe. Well, a little bit, at least.
"Carter," he explained patiently, "I am really sorry about this 10 hours of foreplay thing." 10 hours of foreplay? No release?Man Oh man! Don'tgotheredon'tgotheredon'tgothere! he thought quickly to himself. "If we have sex, then you are going to be mad at me forever because I will have taken advantage of you."
"No, I won't I swear it Jack. I am not kidding. If you don't have sex with me I'll find someone else. I'll have sex with Troll! And then I will be mad at you. I have a problem Jack. I don't know how I got it - but I do know how to get it fixed."
"Cold shower?" he suggested.
"No!" she said sternly. She clutched at his jeans. "God, do you have any idea how hot you look in those jeans? She reached for the top button, and used both hands to undo it. "Oh man," she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck and ear in the process. Her body felt on fire. "Let's screw our brains out Jack, and blame the aliens. It worked for SG 6. And who knows, it is probably true."
He pulled back and looked at her, considering. Hummm! That could work.
He took her in his arms, although he still hadn't made up his mind. "Are you sure you're not going to be mad at me?"
"Not if you have and endurance," she assured him. She kissed him then, holding the side of his head with her hands, breathing deeply - her lips full and warm. "I don't think once is going to do it," she murmured.
They both fell down onto the bed side by side, and she arched up uncontrollably against him. Panting she added, "I think the cure may take half the night." Her hands pulled up his shirt, unbuttoning as she went in order to feel the strength of his chest, the heat of his body near hers.
"No problem," he grinned, his face close. "I have had some serious lust - over you I might add - that's been hanging on backlog for a long, long time." He kissed her soundly and while she made a slight squeeky sound, he groaned with pleasure as they both responded to their mutual, long term fantasy of actually being able to physically enjoy each other.
"Sam!" he said, taking pleasure in speaking her name.
"Yes!" she sighed.
He drew her to him, and then rolled on top of her, kissing her neck, her ears, her mouth. Suddenly they broke apart, as Sam's eyes flew open.
"Hey, Jack!"
"Hummm?"
"I just remembered!"
"What?"
"I'm not wearing any underclothes!"
Jack smiled down at her. "Sweet!" he said, running his hands up on the bare skin under her tank top. So soft! He thought, and then his thoughts disappeared in ecstasy.
* * *