The drive to Sam's house wasn't exactly what you could call pleasant. The chill eminating from the Colonel made Sam feel extremely uncomfortable. She wasn't sure why he was so angry with her, but she knew that it probably had something to do with her snide remark that she had made earlier, along with the fact that she wouldn't tell him what she had hallucinated.
"Well, here we are, Carter," Jack said suddenly, pulling Sam out of her thoughts. Pulling the Jeep up to the curb, Jack turned off the ignition and sat for a moment, looking at Sam. "You want me to come in?" he asked slowly, unsure as to whether or not that was a good idea.
"If you want to, sir."
Jack opened his door and walked around the front of the Jeep. Sam also got out, and they went up the front steps, and into Sam's house.
"Would you like something to drink?" Sam asked, placing her keys on the front table and hanging her coat. Jack took off his leather jacket and slung it onto the table, replying, "Sure. You got any beer?"
Sam gave a quick smile before going into the kitchen, calling, "Go ahead and have a seat if you'd like."
Jack sat on the couch, but not before thinking, She didn't say sir.
Bringing two beers into the living room, Sam handed one to Jack before sitting down. At first, it seemed that she was going to sit next to Jack, but she had second thoughts about that, and she sat in the armchair next to the couch.
Taking a swig from his bottle, Jack leaned back into the couch and sighed. "So, Carter, how are you feeling?"
She smiled slightly, and replied, "Fine. Really. I'm feeling perfectly normal."
"Yeah, well, the Doc knows best ... most of the time."
Sam laughed at this statement, knowing as well as Jack did that he almost never took Janet's medical orders. At least, not until he was under duress.
It began to get dark, and they continued to chat. Not about anything to do with work, and it seemed that Sam had gotten over calling Jack "sir" in every sentence. Not that she was calling him "Jack". She just ... wasn't calling him anything.
Finally, Jack looked at his watch, and his eyes widened. "Wow, I didn't think it was this late."
Sam glanced at the digital clock on her VCR, and jumped up. "I'm sorry, neither did I!" Jack followed suit, and picked up the three bottles that he had left next to his chair. Following Sam into the kitchen, he dropped them into the recycle bin, and found himself right behind her. Very close.
His arm brushed hers when he brought it back to his side, and he heard her breathing pick up a bit. Jack could feel her body heat, melting into him like a soothing bath.
"Sorry," he whispered softly, and Sam's breath caught in her throat. Oh, Lord, she thought, Samantha Carter, get those thoughts out of your head. Jack was staring at the back of her head, and he gulped slightly, before lifting his hand and running it gently down the side of her bare arm.
Sam couldn't contain the gasp that came out. Jack quickly backed away, and looked down at the floor, saying, "I'm sorry, Carter. I think ... I had too many beers."
Sam walked swiftly up to him, and crushed his apology with a kiss that made their first kiss look gentle. She felt the same as when the Broca virus had first been introduced into her body. The same needs and urges were coming to the surface.
She pulled away from him slowly, and smiled as she noticed the gleam in his eye. He wanted her just as badly as she needed him.
"Jack."
He stared into her blue eyes, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to resist her. No matter how much he knew that this was wrong, he couldn't do anything about it.
Sam slowly pulled him through the rooms of her house, until she reached the one she was looking for. The bedroom.
The entire night flew by like time was going at twice the speed. The passion of each movement was like eternal bliss. Each thrust made them go to the brink, and each touch made them come back to each other. All they knew was the oneness of their bodies.
Exhausted, they both finally collapsed onto Sam's bed, and slept in each other's arms.
Ring! Ring!
Sam was awakened by the phone ringing. She felt a heavy warmth pressing against her back, and she remembered that it was Jack O'Neill. The phone was on his side, and without thinking, he rolled over and picked it up. "Hello?"
Sam could hear the tiny voice on the other line say, "Jack? What the hell are you doing answering Major Carter's phone?"
It was General Hammond.
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TO BE CONTINUED ...
"Well, here we are, Carter," Jack said suddenly, pulling Sam out of her thoughts. Pulling the Jeep up to the curb, Jack turned off the ignition and sat for a moment, looking at Sam. "You want me to come in?" he asked slowly, unsure as to whether or not that was a good idea.
"If you want to, sir."
Jack opened his door and walked around the front of the Jeep. Sam also got out, and they went up the front steps, and into Sam's house.
"Would you like something to drink?" Sam asked, placing her keys on the front table and hanging her coat. Jack took off his leather jacket and slung it onto the table, replying, "Sure. You got any beer?"
Sam gave a quick smile before going into the kitchen, calling, "Go ahead and have a seat if you'd like."
Jack sat on the couch, but not before thinking, She didn't say sir.
Bringing two beers into the living room, Sam handed one to Jack before sitting down. At first, it seemed that she was going to sit next to Jack, but she had second thoughts about that, and she sat in the armchair next to the couch.
Taking a swig from his bottle, Jack leaned back into the couch and sighed. "So, Carter, how are you feeling?"
She smiled slightly, and replied, "Fine. Really. I'm feeling perfectly normal."
"Yeah, well, the Doc knows best ... most of the time."
Sam laughed at this statement, knowing as well as Jack did that he almost never took Janet's medical orders. At least, not until he was under duress.
It began to get dark, and they continued to chat. Not about anything to do with work, and it seemed that Sam had gotten over calling Jack "sir" in every sentence. Not that she was calling him "Jack". She just ... wasn't calling him anything.
Finally, Jack looked at his watch, and his eyes widened. "Wow, I didn't think it was this late."
Sam glanced at the digital clock on her VCR, and jumped up. "I'm sorry, neither did I!" Jack followed suit, and picked up the three bottles that he had left next to his chair. Following Sam into the kitchen, he dropped them into the recycle bin, and found himself right behind her. Very close.
His arm brushed hers when he brought it back to his side, and he heard her breathing pick up a bit. Jack could feel her body heat, melting into him like a soothing bath.
"Sorry," he whispered softly, and Sam's breath caught in her throat. Oh, Lord, she thought, Samantha Carter, get those thoughts out of your head. Jack was staring at the back of her head, and he gulped slightly, before lifting his hand and running it gently down the side of her bare arm.
Sam couldn't contain the gasp that came out. Jack quickly backed away, and looked down at the floor, saying, "I'm sorry, Carter. I think ... I had too many beers."
Sam walked swiftly up to him, and crushed his apology with a kiss that made their first kiss look gentle. She felt the same as when the Broca virus had first been introduced into her body. The same needs and urges were coming to the surface.
She pulled away from him slowly, and smiled as she noticed the gleam in his eye. He wanted her just as badly as she needed him.
"Jack."
He stared into her blue eyes, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to resist her. No matter how much he knew that this was wrong, he couldn't do anything about it.
Sam slowly pulled him through the rooms of her house, until she reached the one she was looking for. The bedroom.
The entire night flew by like time was going at twice the speed. The passion of each movement was like eternal bliss. Each thrust made them go to the brink, and each touch made them come back to each other. All they knew was the oneness of their bodies.
Exhausted, they both finally collapsed onto Sam's bed, and slept in each other's arms.
Ring! Ring!
Sam was awakened by the phone ringing. She felt a heavy warmth pressing against her back, and she remembered that it was Jack O'Neill. The phone was on his side, and without thinking, he rolled over and picked it up. "Hello?"
Sam could hear the tiny voice on the other line say, "Jack? What the hell are you doing answering Major Carter's phone?"
It was General Hammond.
******
TO BE CONTINUED ...