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After majority of the night was over, the two wobbled themselves to their cars and drove themselves amazingly to the same location. Sam's house. Reaching it with minimal difficulty, they both stumbled inside and suddenly their impulses took over and their mouths found each other. Kissing continually bruisingly, they fumbled their way into Sam's room and onto her bed.
Before either of them knew it - not as though they would have noticed the time anyway - all clothes were dismembered to the floor, and love was being made. It had no explanation, and it had no excuses - excluding their drunkenness - it just happened.
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When Sam woke up in the morning, her memory was a blur. She sat up quickly and tried to recall the happenings of the previous night. Searching her mind high and low for a little over ten minutes, led her to no definite conclusions. There was a party. A big one. In a big place. Her friends were there. She didn't remember seeing Daniel or Teal'c for some unknown reason, and yet she recalled so strongly the presence of her Colonel. The one she had secretly loved for so long. He was there. They had spoken. She had not a clue what about.
Then suddenly her memory flashed parts of things all over the place. Out of order. All gibberish. Them dancing.and drinking.and her laughing.then driving.kissing? She shook her head. No. Surely that couldn't be right, she thought. And yet the image wouldn't leave her mind. Her and her Colonel kissing.so passionately. It couldn't be right. It just couldn't be. And then suddenly the rest of it flashed briefly by her eyes. It made no sense, and yet, she knew what it meant. They hadn't just kissed. They'd made love. Sam gasped. They couldn't have. Oh, but they could have. We *were* drunk.Sam thought.
"Oh God, no,"
she said aloud, running a hand through her hair nervously. Tugging on it hard and dropping her head, a wash of nausea rushed through her, and she raced to her toilet - in which she threw up in upon her arrival.
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"Janet!"
"Sam. Hi.oh God, you look awful," she replied as Sam came over to her. "What's up?"
"Can we talk somewhere private?"
"Yeah. Of course." They walked into Janet's office and Sam closed the door. Janet offered her the chair on the opposite side to hers and they both sat down.
"What is it Sam?"
"I think I had sex with my CO."
"You *think*?"
"Well.last night we went to that part for the President's birthday.and uhh.we both got drunk. And I remember we both went back to my place last night."
"And?"
"And I remember us kissing, and sleeping together! I woke up alone this morning."
"Have you spoken to Colonel O'Neill?"
"No. I haven't seen him."
"I think you should."
"But Janet.oh God."
"Hey. It's ok Sam. You never know, you might be wrong."
"I'm not wrong Janet! I remember. It's all blurred and mixed up.but I remember having sex with him. And I know he will too."
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After majority of the night was over, the two wobbled themselves to their cars and drove themselves amazingly to the same location. Sam's house. Reaching it with minimal difficulty, they both stumbled inside and suddenly their impulses took over and their mouths found each other. Kissing continually bruisingly, they fumbled their way into Sam's room and onto her bed.
Before either of them knew it - not as though they would have noticed the time anyway - all clothes were dismembered to the floor, and love was being made. It had no explanation, and it had no excuses - excluding their drunkenness - it just happened.
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When Sam woke up in the morning, her memory was a blur. She sat up quickly and tried to recall the happenings of the previous night. Searching her mind high and low for a little over ten minutes, led her to no definite conclusions. There was a party. A big one. In a big place. Her friends were there. She didn't remember seeing Daniel or Teal'c for some unknown reason, and yet she recalled so strongly the presence of her Colonel. The one she had secretly loved for so long. He was there. They had spoken. She had not a clue what about.
Then suddenly her memory flashed parts of things all over the place. Out of order. All gibberish. Them dancing.and drinking.and her laughing.then driving.kissing? She shook her head. No. Surely that couldn't be right, she thought. And yet the image wouldn't leave her mind. Her and her Colonel kissing.so passionately. It couldn't be right. It just couldn't be. And then suddenly the rest of it flashed briefly by her eyes. It made no sense, and yet, she knew what it meant. They hadn't just kissed. They'd made love. Sam gasped. They couldn't have. Oh, but they could have. We *were* drunk.Sam thought.
"Oh God, no,"
she said aloud, running a hand through her hair nervously. Tugging on it hard and dropping her head, a wash of nausea rushed through her, and she raced to her toilet - in which she threw up in upon her arrival.
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"Janet!"
"Sam. Hi.oh God, you look awful," she replied as Sam came over to her. "What's up?"
"Can we talk somewhere private?"
"Yeah. Of course." They walked into Janet's office and Sam closed the door. Janet offered her the chair on the opposite side to hers and they both sat down.
"What is it Sam?"
"I think I had sex with my CO."
"You *think*?"
"Well.last night we went to that part for the President's birthday.and uhh.we both got drunk. And I remember we both went back to my place last night."
"And?"
"And I remember us kissing, and sleeping together! I woke up alone this morning."
"Have you spoken to Colonel O'Neill?"
"No. I haven't seen him."
"I think you should."
"But Janet.oh God."
"Hey. It's ok Sam. You never know, you might be wrong."
"I'm not wrong Janet! I remember. It's all blurred and mixed up.but I remember having sex with him. And I know he will too."
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