So I'm pretty sure I screwed up the timeline and I'm really sorry. I have a bad habit of writing the silly thing and forgetting to make sure the times and dates line up. I'll be better about it in the future - I promise.

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As for the title, INTERCOURSE isn't just sex...

Sam awoke to sunlight filtering in through the French doors of the cabin. As she stretched her tired limbs, she became immediately aware of two things: she was naked and she was not alone. The former was realized instantly, but the latter took a moment to fully comprehend. She turned her head away from the doors and smiled at the sight that greeted her. Jack O'Neill had a major case of bed-head and he was smiling.

"Good morning," he whispered. His arm, unseen and under the covers, came to rest along her waist and for a split second she couldn't think straight.

"Good morning," she finally managed to whisper back.

"Why are we whispering?" he asked and she laughed softly.

"I have no idea." She inched a little closer to him and his hand moved a little lower, spread the expanse of her hip.

She instantly remembered the night before – dinner at the cabin, a thrilling discussion of her most recent adventures in outer space, a sudden loss of clothing, the memory of where his hands had been – and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. He stared at her with amusement and she wondered if he remembered everything in perfect detail as well.

"Last night was a better surprise than that time you shared your Tobblerone with me." He waggled his eyebrows as if to prove the point. "Better than chocolate milk on cheerios."

She wrinkled her nose. "Chocolate milk on cheerios?" she asked.

"Breakfast of champions."

She smiled. "Or sugar addicts. Take your pick." The hand resting on her hip tickled her slightly and she giggled. As it moved lower, she sobered slightly. She had always been afraid that if they went beyond flirtation, beyond the distance barrier they'd created for themselves, she'd lose him. That fear had quadrupled in size during the last couple of minutes. "Are we okay?" she asked quietly.

He grinned. "Of course we're okay. We're naked, but we're okay." He pulled her to him, wrapped his body around hers. He trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and into the hollow of her throat and with each kiss the fear ebbed.

When he reached the skin above her breast, he looked up and said, "I'm not so sure about the bedsprings, though. They're probably NOT okay." As if to prove this suspicion, he bounced on the bed.

She couldn't help it – she laughed so hard she snorted. It didn't help when he looked at her and said sternly, "Pancakes, woman." He faked wounded pride when she continued to laugh. "Samantha, that's not very nice."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said and kissed him.

She realized, as his hands moved along familiar territory, that the pancakes would just have to wait.

The lecture hall was packed to capacity, including a hundred or so people that were standing along the back wall. Aeda sat next to Daniel in the front row, her hand on his leg to keep it from bouncing nervously. She could understand his nervousness – each time she taught more than fifty students her stomach filled with butterflies – but she was sure it was more than just stage fright. She looked over at him and smiled. He returned it wanly.

He had spent the morning in her office, practicing his opening speech over and over again. She knew this because her graduate assistant, bless his patient heart, had listened to it for two hours straight and had offered some constructive criticism. When she'd returned from her classes at noon, the two of them had been huddled over the note cards, talking in code. She had politely extracted him for lunch and had told Greg to go back to grading papers.

Lunch had been…interesting. She'd asked him a simple question and it had turned into a twenty-minute discussion about the perils of a long distance relationship. If she had know that asking him what he wanted to do tomorrow would lead to THE CONVERSATION, she would have said something about the color of the sky. The truth was, she had know it was coming, at some point, but she hadn't expected to have THECONVERSATION while sitting on a bench in the Quad with hot dogs bought from a street vendor. She would have almost rather they'd had it just after sex – it would have been just as awkward but without an audience. Plus, she could have locked herself in the bathroom if things got really bad.

It had turned out okay, though they'd had to put it on hold because of the start of the conference. Currently, neither one of them was mentioning it, which was just fine with Aeda. She enjoyed living in Denial – she had her own house there and a comfortable chair from which she could watch the world pass by.

He still looked nervous and she leaned over to him. "I've heard the stories," she whispered. "You've done scarier things in your lifetime – including the whole Hathor thing."

He looked at her quickly. "Who told you about Hathor?" he whispered fiercely and she fought laughter.

"Sam will tell you just about anything you want to know when she's had a couple."

"She needs to work on that," he said.

"Why are you so nervous?" she asked and he frowned slightly.

"I'm an academic pariah, Aeda," he said softly. "There are people in this audience that have crucified me in the past for my ideas. I'm not really looking forward to that again."

She sighed. "Did you know that when I came to work at the SGC, I was on academic probation."

"I thought you were on sabbatical."

"That's the nice word for it"

His right eyebrow arched perfectly. "Why were you on academic probation?"

"Because I don't exactly play by the rules. I teach what I want to teach and I dislike being told that my methods are unsound. I offended a fellow professor and was asked to take a leave of absence."

"Is there a point to you telling me this?" he asked.

"Because, you silly man, we all have ideas. Sometimes, they're off base and sometimes they're right on track. You're a phenomenal archeologist and," she leaned in even closer, "you're superb in bed. Knowing that, you can rest assured that you won't make a fool out of yourself."

He actually blushed, which just endeared him to her even more. "I can do this," he said.

At that moment, Dr. Jefferson walked out onto the platform and the noise of the crowd slowly died down. Aeda smiled at him. "If you can switch bodies with a pregnant space pirate, you can do this."

"Sam really needs to lay off the tequila shots."

Dr. Jefferson cleared her throat and the conversation died entirely. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I introduce our keynote speaker, Dr. Daniel Jackson."

Aeda didn't know who was more surprised by the thunderous applause: herself or Daniel. The room went wild.

She smiled at him. "If women start throwing their panties at you, I think I'm going to have a problem," she said.

He smiled back, leaned over, kissed her squarely on the mouth, and made his way to the platform.