7 After Covenant

C3: Alone

A/N: I am just now writing the ending of number 7 now that SG-1 gave me something more to work with by season 9.

Jack's House:

As soon as Possession went off, Daniel stood up and took the popcorn bowl back to Jack's kitchen.

Daniel entered the living room to see Sam staring at Jack, and Jack was looking at the blank television set, "Hey, Teal'c I could give you a ride back to the SGC. I have some computer generated ruins to transcribe."

Teal'c stood, "That would be very helpful Daniel Jackson." Teal'c then turned to Jack, "Tonight was very enjoyable O'Neill, thank you."

Jack snapped back to reality. He stood and smacked Teal'c on the shoulder, "Sure thing, big guy. See you tomorrow."

As Teal'c and Daniel drove away, Jack finally noticed that Sam had been watching him the entire time.

"You ok?" Jack asked as he took a drink from his beer and set it down.

Sam just watched him move around the room, which was his natural habitat. She zoned out when the movie ended and had not returned completely. Even the sound of his voice barely penetrated the bluish haze that covered her slightly dilated eyes.

Jack started to feel a little uncomfortable by her silence. He thought…Why isn't she talking. She normally talks more than Daniel…well or at least as much. There is something different about her. What is going on?

Sam leaned back into the new leather couch as she kept her eyes on the object of her obsession. She thought…I've had enough. No more games.

Sam pushed her high heel shoes off of her feet with a flick of her toes. With a smooth motion of her toned arms, she shrugged off her jacket then freed the clasp that held her light blue dress straps in place. The sides of the dress fell slightly revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra underneath the satin material.

Jack's eyes got larger as he wondered at the women lying seductively on his couch. He thought, Did she have that dress on earlier? What is she doing? She's killing me here.

Sam slightly smiled as she could see the effect she was having on the man standing a few feet away from her. He had not taken another step closer to her. She thought…I will have to do something about that. I wonder if he noticed I turned music on and lowered the lights.

Jack was audibly breathing in rasps at this point. His eyes were roving over her reclining body that beckoned to him for attention. Is this real?

Sam thought…He will not talk to me about our relationship, so I will have to communicate physically.

Sam had made sure to wear a pastel colored dress with no jewelry. She had on her normal perfume, so he could remember every close encounter they had with one another in the intimate moments that haunt her memories.

Sam kept one long leg stretched out in front of her as she ran a hand up the side of her thy.

Jack's eyes drank in the scene. Her hand moved up to the slit of her dress and kept going for a few inches. A seductively wicked smile spread across her pink lips as she tapped on her exposed leg with two fingers.

Jack could no longer stand idle for his love was commanding his attention to her lovely legs. Jack used both hands to take his shirt off over his head to reveal a toned stomach and chest. He paused for a moment as if stunned when her opposite hand slipped over the side of her neck. She leaned back into the couch pushing her blond hair out of her face with her eyes closed.

Jack went forward and kneeled at her feet as her eyes locked with his. He knew her body from constant surveys over the years and countless missions, but never before had he allowed himself the forbidden caress of the texture of her smooth skin for more than a few seconds until now. His hand hovered over the outer aspect of her thy where her finger tapped moments ago.

Sam let out the breath she had been holding when Jack's heated skin made contact with her bare leg. She reclined back further into the plush surroundings that seemed to melt into the background as the sensation of his fingers on her skin danced with electricity and emerging power.

Her mind wondered over earlier events as the sounds of her own gasps filled her ears. Then she heard a whisper in her ear that only mirrored what her heart told her was true, "No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed…"