Author's note: Okay, I put a warning in the chapter title, but I'm going to
add it here as well. THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT NAUGHTY. (That doesn't mean you
should skip ahead to read the love scene, but I wanted you all to be
warned, in case anyone finds it offensive) If you don't want to read it,
just skip this chapter... or the part after the 2nd ~*~ thing.
~*~
"Jack?"
He was sprawled in the bed, and Sam wanted a little bit of it for herself. It was late, she was tired, and Daniel, Teal'c and her father had left only a little while ago. (After she made Daniel help her clean the hall floor)
"Hmmm?"
"Jack?" She nudged him slightly, hoping to wake him up.
"Sam? You okay?" He wasn't awake, and she could tell. He was speaking, but it was an automatic reaction, and not a real conversation.
Carter sighed, cursing Daniel's dumb idea once more. Getting him drunk? For God's sake, what had he been thinking? She sat down on the edge of the bed, and tried to scoot him over a little. It didn't work, and she felt frustration well up in her, followed closely by tears. She was tired, and she wanted to go to sleep, and she didn't want to sleep alone. And she couldn't get him to wake up enough to move over to give her some room. Sam didn't blame Jack, but he wasn't helping things any. She sniffed, trying to gather her control back before she truly started bawling over such a little thing.
He heard the sniff. He was half-awake, and even drunk and fairly well out of it, he knew and recognized the sounds of her distress and reacted to them. He rolled over, looking for her through blurry eyes that seemed to be having trouble focusing.
"Sam? What's wrong?"
She took the opportunity to slide under the blankets with him, before he could move back.
"Nothing, I just couldn't get into bed."
"Huh?"
"Go back to sleep, Jack," Sam said, thinking that she was just going to have to throttle Daniel the next time she saw him.
"You're crying..."
"No, I'm okay." He was trying to wake up, and she was trying to soothe him back to sleep. It was a battle of wills that O'Neill wasn't going to win this time. "Go to sleep, Jack."
"Need held?"
Considering he was facing the wrong direction to hold her, Sam had to smile. She rolled over onto her side and pressed against his back as she ran a hand lovingly along his bare hip.
"I always need to be held, but you need to go to sleep." Besides, she didn't want to chance that he was going to throw up again.
He rolled over, anyways, probably in response to her touch, or maybe just because he wanted to hold her. Either way, she was suddenly belly-to-belly with him, and was gathered comfortably in his strong embrace. It was a very intimate position, and if she was less tired, and he was less drunk, there was no doubt where it would have led. As it was, she dozed off almost immediately and he passed out again before she was asleep.
~*~
Waking up was awful. Jack opened his eyes, and groaned as he closed them again. It was too bright. Too bright. God, when had they moved the sun into his bedroom? He burrowed his face into the pillow, trying to get the starbursts that were going off behind his eyelids to stop. They were giving him a headache. Or just making the one he already had seem worse. Either way, it didn't matter. He felt like his brains were trying to squeeze out of his ears.
He felt someone move close by. Extremely close by. Someone who was warm and soft, and naked, and he prayed that it was Sam and not Daniel or Teal'c, or worse, someone he didn't know at all. He didn't dare open his eyes again. Instead, he ran a hand along the body that was pressed close to him, feeling curves that Daniel or Teal'c definitely didn't have,
"Please be Sam," He groaned into the pillow.
A tired giggle replied, and he felt a relief flood through him. It sounded like Sam. She took his hand and guided it along her curves once more, and he pulled her close as he began to respond to her nearness.
"Feeling better?" Sam asked as her hand began to stroke him tenderly.
"My head is killing me." She stopped what she was doing, and he guided her hand back to where it had been. "Don't stop."
"You sure?" She asked, smiling when she felt the evidence that he was positive.
"Oh, I'm sure..." He dared to open his eyes once more, wanting to look at her, but the sun was still burning brightly in his room, and he gasped and closed them again. "Oh, God... What happened to me?"
"Daniel got you drunk."
"Why?"
"I don't think it was on purpose," Sam said, smiling even though he couldn't see her face. She sighed in pleasure when his hand resumed its path along her body and pressed against him with a little more urgency. She was ready for him, and didn't want to talk any more just then. There were more pressing concerns to deal with. He nibbled the sensitive skin of her neck, and rolled her onto her back, following her body with his own. Burying his head between her shoulder and neck to keep the sun from boring into his eyes, Jack entered her eagerly, as Sam arched up to meet him.
They both gasped at the sensation, a sensation that never got old now matter how many times they joined together, and they held still for a moment, each savoring the pleasure of that first contact. He waited for her to begin to move under him, her sign that she wanted him to continue, and then he made love to her. Tenderly at first, until they were both wild with need, then harder, whispering her name hoarsely as he brought them both to an exquisite and explosive finish.
"God, I love you," Jack murmured against her bare skin, holding her as they trembled afterwards. Sam ran her fingers gently through his sweat-dampened hair, and thought that he had a great way of proving it.
"I love you, too," She whispered. She toyed with the notion of getting up and getting started with their day, but realized they didn't have anything that had to be done just then. Instead, Carter cuddled even closer to him, and allowed herself to drift back into the sleep his original groan of pain had interrupted.
Jack was going to make a comment about how the guy was supposed to be the one who fell asleep, but she wouldn't have heard it anyways. He was aware enough to pull the blankets back up over them, but that was all he managed to do before he, too, fell asleep.
~*~
"Jack?"
He was sprawled in the bed, and Sam wanted a little bit of it for herself. It was late, she was tired, and Daniel, Teal'c and her father had left only a little while ago. (After she made Daniel help her clean the hall floor)
"Hmmm?"
"Jack?" She nudged him slightly, hoping to wake him up.
"Sam? You okay?" He wasn't awake, and she could tell. He was speaking, but it was an automatic reaction, and not a real conversation.
Carter sighed, cursing Daniel's dumb idea once more. Getting him drunk? For God's sake, what had he been thinking? She sat down on the edge of the bed, and tried to scoot him over a little. It didn't work, and she felt frustration well up in her, followed closely by tears. She was tired, and she wanted to go to sleep, and she didn't want to sleep alone. And she couldn't get him to wake up enough to move over to give her some room. Sam didn't blame Jack, but he wasn't helping things any. She sniffed, trying to gather her control back before she truly started bawling over such a little thing.
He heard the sniff. He was half-awake, and even drunk and fairly well out of it, he knew and recognized the sounds of her distress and reacted to them. He rolled over, looking for her through blurry eyes that seemed to be having trouble focusing.
"Sam? What's wrong?"
She took the opportunity to slide under the blankets with him, before he could move back.
"Nothing, I just couldn't get into bed."
"Huh?"
"Go back to sleep, Jack," Sam said, thinking that she was just going to have to throttle Daniel the next time she saw him.
"You're crying..."
"No, I'm okay." He was trying to wake up, and she was trying to soothe him back to sleep. It was a battle of wills that O'Neill wasn't going to win this time. "Go to sleep, Jack."
"Need held?"
Considering he was facing the wrong direction to hold her, Sam had to smile. She rolled over onto her side and pressed against his back as she ran a hand lovingly along his bare hip.
"I always need to be held, but you need to go to sleep." Besides, she didn't want to chance that he was going to throw up again.
He rolled over, anyways, probably in response to her touch, or maybe just because he wanted to hold her. Either way, she was suddenly belly-to-belly with him, and was gathered comfortably in his strong embrace. It was a very intimate position, and if she was less tired, and he was less drunk, there was no doubt where it would have led. As it was, she dozed off almost immediately and he passed out again before she was asleep.
~*~
Waking up was awful. Jack opened his eyes, and groaned as he closed them again. It was too bright. Too bright. God, when had they moved the sun into his bedroom? He burrowed his face into the pillow, trying to get the starbursts that were going off behind his eyelids to stop. They were giving him a headache. Or just making the one he already had seem worse. Either way, it didn't matter. He felt like his brains were trying to squeeze out of his ears.
He felt someone move close by. Extremely close by. Someone who was warm and soft, and naked, and he prayed that it was Sam and not Daniel or Teal'c, or worse, someone he didn't know at all. He didn't dare open his eyes again. Instead, he ran a hand along the body that was pressed close to him, feeling curves that Daniel or Teal'c definitely didn't have,
"Please be Sam," He groaned into the pillow.
A tired giggle replied, and he felt a relief flood through him. It sounded like Sam. She took his hand and guided it along her curves once more, and he pulled her close as he began to respond to her nearness.
"Feeling better?" Sam asked as her hand began to stroke him tenderly.
"My head is killing me." She stopped what she was doing, and he guided her hand back to where it had been. "Don't stop."
"You sure?" She asked, smiling when she felt the evidence that he was positive.
"Oh, I'm sure..." He dared to open his eyes once more, wanting to look at her, but the sun was still burning brightly in his room, and he gasped and closed them again. "Oh, God... What happened to me?"
"Daniel got you drunk."
"Why?"
"I don't think it was on purpose," Sam said, smiling even though he couldn't see her face. She sighed in pleasure when his hand resumed its path along her body and pressed against him with a little more urgency. She was ready for him, and didn't want to talk any more just then. There were more pressing concerns to deal with. He nibbled the sensitive skin of her neck, and rolled her onto her back, following her body with his own. Burying his head between her shoulder and neck to keep the sun from boring into his eyes, Jack entered her eagerly, as Sam arched up to meet him.
They both gasped at the sensation, a sensation that never got old now matter how many times they joined together, and they held still for a moment, each savoring the pleasure of that first contact. He waited for her to begin to move under him, her sign that she wanted him to continue, and then he made love to her. Tenderly at first, until they were both wild with need, then harder, whispering her name hoarsely as he brought them both to an exquisite and explosive finish.
"God, I love you," Jack murmured against her bare skin, holding her as they trembled afterwards. Sam ran her fingers gently through his sweat-dampened hair, and thought that he had a great way of proving it.
"I love you, too," She whispered. She toyed with the notion of getting up and getting started with their day, but realized they didn't have anything that had to be done just then. Instead, Carter cuddled even closer to him, and allowed herself to drift back into the sleep his original groan of pain had interrupted.
Jack was going to make a comment about how the guy was supposed to be the one who fell asleep, but she wouldn't have heard it anyways. He was aware enough to pull the blankets back up over them, but that was all he managed to do before he, too, fell asleep.