Chapter 7: Awakenings
Sam woke to someone playing with her hair. Blinking groggily, she wiped the sleep from her eyes to find her head positioned on something warm and soft. It took her a few moments longer to realize that her pillow was Colonel O'Neill's lap, and that it was his hand idly stroking her hair. That brought her awake instantly, and she tried to sit up, but his hand easily prevented her from rising and Sam found she lacked the strength to fight.
"Sir?" she asked confused, instead trying to twist around to see his face.
"Shhh, Sam, it's ok, go back to sleep."
Instead of reassuring her, his words had the opposite effect, and Sam struggled all the more to get free, but the blanket, which before had been so comforting, now confined her movements, trapping her legs. "Sir, what's going on, where's Daniel and Teal'c?" The house was eerily quiet, and her sleep fogged brain struggled to process what was going on.
A brief look of anger crossed his face momentarily, but was quickly replaced by tenderness. He finally gave up on stroking her hair and allowed her to sit up, sensing his efforts to hold her were only making her more upset. "They had to go back to the mountain, it's not important. What matters is we're here, together." He smiled at her encouragingly.
Sam's brow's furrowed, and she scooted away, putting a small amount of distance between her and the Colonel. "Uh, sir, are you sure your feeling ok? Maybe I should call Janet." Sam made a move to reach for the phone, which should have been nearby, but Jack grabbed her hand, trapping her wrist gently, tracing patterns on her hand with his thumb.
"I'm fine Sam. In fact, I'm better than ever, thanks to you." He was staring at her intently, and Sam was starting to get a weird feeling, not to mention he'd just called her Sam for the second time she realized, as she hadn't really registered the first one still being half asleep. Her alarm growing, she studied her CO's face, as he studied her, wondering just what had come over him, he was acting like a lovesick teenager.
Her eyes narrowed. "Sir, what is it exactly that you want with me?"
"Goddammit Carter! All I want is just another kiss! Is that so much to ask?"
She jumped, her eyes wide as he raised his voice to her, the sudden change in moods startling. He was breathing heavily, eyes dark with emotion. She wet her lips, leaning back instinctively, trying to create a little space, but he scooted forward, his thigh pressing against hers, trapping her against the arm of the loveseat. "Sir..." she tried to say.
"Don't sir me Carter, dammit," She shrank back even further, and he seemed to sense her withdrawal, and suddenly, he relaxed, shifting slightly to ease some of the pressure, but maintaining the body contact. "Sam." His voice was softer as he switched back to her first name, almost pleading, begging. "I love you Sam, don't you see that? Can't you feel what I feel? I can't stop thinking about you Sam, all the time, don't you see? I need to kiss you, I need to feel your lips on mine again, please Sam, please." His other hand came up, fingers lightly tracing her jawbone making her shiver. Gently, he brushed his fingertips over her lips. Sam's eyes were locked on his face, searching for some clue, but he didn't seem to be really noticing her, his eyes filled with deep emotion but there was something different about him she couldn't place. All the time he was leaning closer and closer to her, and Sam had backed up against the arm of the loveseat as much as she could, but had no where else to go, with the Colonel's arm on one side pinning her wrist, and his body firmly pressing up against her. Normally, she could throw him off maybe, but in her weakened state, she didn't have a chance. She could feel his warm breath against her face now. When she'd permitted herself, sometimes in her deepest fantasies, she'd thought about kissing Jack, he whispering those words, but not like this.
She tried to bring up her other hand against his chest, and tried to distract him. "Sir, J-Jack, you don't mean this. Something is going on, you aren't thinking clearly."
But he just smiled, as he continued to advance. "Oh no, my sweet Sam, I'm thinking perfectly clearly, you'll see, just one more little kiss, that's all I want, and then you'll see."
And just as Sam saw the regulations blasting into millions of tiny pieces, and her working relationship with her CO that they'd worked so hard to preserve over the years going down the tubes, the front door slammed open, and Jack jumped back startled, but still in contact with her.
Then a loud deep voice boomed from the open doorway, one that Sam had never expected to hear, especially not at a moment like this. "Jack O'Neill, you had better get the hell away from my daughter if you want to live to see another day."