Fate Episode 2: The Gutter Strikes Back
By Blue Topaz
AN: For Becky ... Happy B-day. Thanks to Scully who beta-read it.
Jack O'Neill is a man of integrity; he is also a man who knows his limit. And right now, his limit is being pushed.
Hard.
Any other sane man would have just thrown away his honor and dignity, but not him. Never him. He prided himself of having an incredible amount of self-control. Though the beast in him was roaring, screaming murder and kicking the proverbial cage that was his will power in an attempt to escape, he stayed in control.
Correction. Barely in control.
He knew that he was fighting a losing battle, but damn it, he would not go down without a fight. Besides, who knows, maybe the opponent would get tired first and then back down.
Fat chance it would happen, but he could hope, right? Or maybe, Teal'c and Daniel would come back soon. That way, the battle would be over and there would be no winner. He could live with that.
"Sir..." the voice was pure silk, buzzing with unmasked seduction. "Don't you want me?"
He clenched his fists.
Carter, Carter, Carter.
Did she have to ask that question?
They both knew the answer to that question. But, that wasn't possible, was it? Not now at least.
Not when they were still in the same chain of command. He had high hopes for her and her career in the USAF.
Not when they were on an alien planet. Which kind of makes the whole thing inappropriate, although he had to admit, it was poetic. Not when they were in danger. They were hiding from the natives inside a cave while Teal'c was on a rescue mission to save Daniel from the princess' clutches. Adolescent crushes are a dangerous thing. He had learnt that the hard way.
Not when she was under the influence. When (not 'if'), and only when they finally did it, he didn't want any regret. And that could only be done if they were in the right frame of mind.
"I know you do," the voice continued. The owner fluttered her lashes expertly, a siren calling for her prey.
His eyebrow twitched.
Yup, the opponent was as blunt as the tablets in Daniel's office. She unashamedly used any advantages that she had, exploiting it fully to bring victory to her side. In any other circumstances, he would've been proud of being the one who taught her this. But right now, he was miffed. Who could've guessed that his careful grooming could backfire like this?
He ignored her.
It was either that, or give in to lust.
That was why he placed himself far enough from her reach, but near enough to watch her. He wondered why he choose to stay behind and let Teal'c venture out to get the captured linguist. It was a bad idea. A very bad idea. But, he couldn't do anything about it now. At least the current situation was better compared to an hour ago. Carter was the only one with the rope around her right now, preventing her from taking liberty of his body.
He could still feel the ghost of her warmth on his skin; the way she rubbed against him and the touch of her lips on the column of his neck. He could still hear her satisfied sigh after she cunningly stole his lips. The taste of her still lingered on his mouth.
Damn. She was good.
Too good.
"Colonel..." a moan. "You know you want too..."
His pants were getting smaller.
He needed something to shut her up. Her mouth had been tormenting him for sometime, goading and taunting him to enter the gutter. It was funny how that mouth behaved when Teal'c was still there, and then suddenly let loose as soon as the 'big man' was gone. It was a bit amusing to see that she still had some modesty in her present state.
"Come on, Sir..." She was restless, as well as ruthless. "Let me take care of your side-arm probl…mphh"
In lightning speed, he was by her side; his hand stopped her from finishing the sentence, clamping her mouth tightly. He had heard enough. If ten strings could illustrate his composure, then nine of them had already snapped and the last one was on fire. The mental image generated by her words was that good.
"Stop it," he hissed loudly.
Then he realized his mistake. The distance between them was gone and her eyes continued where her mouth had left off. She looked up to him, her eyes clouded with passion and longing; it beat puppy dog eyes anytime. The ultimate weapon. How could he win against that?
Tell him! How?
His defense was crumbling into a pile of dust.
The deep blue pool, caught in a limbo, hypnotized him. He wanted her. He had to have her. Now! He yearned for the contact of skin against skin, with no barrier between them. Touching and caressing her like no one had ever done.
Fortunately (or maybe not), she started licking the palm of his hand. Jolting back to reality, he jumped back from her.
Damn it.
He stepped away from her, defying the gravity of her charm. It was pathetic that he still found her irresistible, even though he knew that this was not the real her. The genuine Carter wouldn't utter those words; it wasn't her way. But, ironically he acknowledged that he would.
He must be slipping. He forgot to close that mouth, the original source of his predicament.
She sulked while watching him move further away from her reach. "Why not? Your gun is practically locked, loaded and ready for action anyway."
He had to close his eyes and groan at that statement. The blood from his brain had been traveling south long ago, he couldn't think properly. The only thing that held him back was ... was ... was ... something important that he couldn't remember right now. But it was important, he was quite sure of it.
Because of her tied hands and legs (he couldn't take any chances of her making any kind of movement) and her sitting position on the ground, she could only pout prettily when he didn't say anything back to her. The conversation was definitely one-way.
She licked her lips while focusing her eyes at his 'side-arm', and then she threw him a suggestive look. "Colonel, don't be so stingy. I'll take a good care of you and your 'friend', I promise."
His knees buckled.
Daniel is so dead.
If not for him, then they wouldn't have been captured in the first place; they could have been back on Earth right now. He didn't have to baby sit her, and Fraiser could fix whatever wrong with Carter in no time.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back slightly. "Ahh... do you know what I am thinking right now?" She moaned in pleasure. "I am imagining how good it is to have you beep me."
Maybe he should kill Teal'c too, just for the heck of it.
After all, the Jaffa had left him alone with her.
"I know we are good together. First, you would beep and then beep beep beep. It felt so good that I beep and beep and beep beep."
Even though his brain was doing some kind of automatic censoring to cover some of the words that she used (because deep down he knew that Carter wouldn't ever use that kind of language), he was still reacting to it.
He glanced at the wall of the cave longingly. Maybe everything would be better if he could just bang his head against it. He could always try; he was at the end of his rope.
He was just a man.
How could he fight the force of nature?
But, Carter is Carter. She was the best 2IC he had ever had. He couldn't do this to her. He couldn't betray her trust and respect.
He was a man, not an animal. He had control over his urges.
"Sir, can you feel it? My finger on your lips, barely making contact, but you can still feel it ..."
BEEP
HELP!
Somebody, please, have mercy on me.
He gulped nervously.
"... with the tip of my finger, I'll draw a line down your body. First is your chin, then neck ... chest ... bellybutton ... then down ... down ... down ... till it reaches your..." the sentence went unfinished, not that it made any difference.
One disturbing thought entered his mind briefly. Phone sex with Carter would be great. Of that he could be sure.
But, that was beside the point.
And that line of thinking didn't really help him either.
"... I love to see you in your uniform, but it's nothing compared to seeing you in your birthday suit ..."
Control.
Remember, he was in control.
Nothing would happen if he just stayed in control.
"... I should be the one who undresses you of course. After all, it can be fun..."
Distraction.
He needed distraction.
However the only distracting thing in the cave was her.
Not good.
Not good at all.
"... I could kiss the newly exposed skin, taking things slowly, driving you mad with need..."
She was driving him nuts just talking about it.
He didn't think that he could survive the experience. Not that he would choose life over death in this matter.
"... and when we finally ma-- mphh"
He had heard enough. If this continued, he didn't want to be held responsible for his actions. Court martial was just one millimeter away. Once again, his hand covered her mouth. Learning from the past mistake, he avoid staring into her eyes and concentrated on looking for anything to gag her.
But he couldn't find anything.
It didn't surprise him, really. Things didn't go his way lately and he was kind of getting used to it.
As proven by the way her tongue was licking the palm of his hand at this moment. Again.
But, he could deal with this. No problem whatsoever. Besides, this way the tongue did less damage to his mental state than when it was able to speak.
Who the hell was he trying to kid?
Carter was good at anything, and her talented tongue proved that. Even with her handicap, she could still attain her objectives. She made love to the palm of his hand with her mouth and made some appreciative noises.
He needed someone to shoot him.
Hey, that was probably a good idea. If he were injured, maybe the pain would distract him from the gutter? Or maybe Carter would take pity on him and would stop her... what should he call it? Seduction?
He soon dismissed the thought. He so did not want to explain the root of his injury to the folks back home, especially not to General Hammond or Fraiser.
Speaking of them, he had a headache thinking about how he should write the report for this mission. There was no way he could include this in any paperwork, however the Doc might need any and all information to cure Carter.
Carter was still making those noises. He needed to stop that, but how?
He almost lost it. He could feel it. It was a matter of seconds before he would start ignoring the voice inside his head that told him to hang on.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
He froze when he heard that voice. Salvation had come in the form of Daniel. Maybe he wouldn't have to kill him after all; he was rather fond of the archaeologist anyway.
"O'Neill, do you require any assistance?"
He let out a big sigh of relief. Finally ... he was truly saved. Now, they can all go home and live happily ever after. Or so he thought.
"Let's go home," he said. He didn't want to waste any more time on this planet. It was traumatizing. After what had happened, he preferred Goa'uld fortress to this one. Inebriated Carter was a force to be reckoned with. He couldn't let his guard down, even for a second.
"We can't," Daniel dutifully inform him.
He glared at the younger man. "What do you mean we can't?"
"I mean we can't. When they realized that you were missing from their prison, they guarded the Gate."
D'oh.
Okay, no need to panic just yet. Now that the reinforcement had arrived, he still could win this. All he had to do now was to concentrate on how to get home quickly.
And he needed to let go of Carter, who was still doing stuff to his hand.
"T, Daniel, do you have something to gag Carter with?" he asked hopefully.
Daniel looked at him strangely while Teal'c had that understanding look on his face. He was grateful that only the Jaffa knew about the circumstances. Because, if it was Daniel, he wouldn't be able to resist cracking a joke about this. But this was not funny. Not funny at all.
"Will my bandana do?" Daniel offered nevertheless. He probably realized that he wouldn't get any explanation soon, so he didn't ask any unnecessary question for now.
"Thank you," he accepted the bandana gratefully.
Unfortunately, to put the gag on her mouth, he had to use both of his hands.
She wasted no time to use the little freedom that she was given. "If you want to do it in front of an audience, I don't mind."
Where did her modesty go? Just when he thought that the arrival of Teal'c and Daniel could put an end to this, she struck another blow.
That's it!
He'd resign as soon as he got home.
This job was so not worth it.
The End
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