-Sam POV-
"Carter, calm down," the Colonel barked, but the pressure within her only grew as he fended off the arm she'd just swung at him, cutting into her space and grabbing her wrists with surprising strength.
"Stop treating me like a child, then!" she rebuked into his now-close face, unable to temper the heat of her own fury. He'd practically sent her to her room like some kid. What the hell?
"Carter, I'm ordering you again to calm down," he said, and she tried to suppress her body's response to their sudden proximity as she felt the grip on her wrists tighten as he pinned her against the corridor wall in an effort to suppress her continued struggling.
An all-too familiar spark of arousal flared up among the pent-up irritation she'd been harbouring all week from his constant stupid moaning and sarcastic comments about being stuck in this damn palace. She was just done with his shit, and she was just so done with being trapped and frankly, un-fucking-believably bored here. And she was sick of the constant burning in her body any time she was near the Colonel. She just wanted to get back to the SGC so badly before she did anything stupid, but Janet had already told them they'd need at least another two weeks here. She was definitely going to lose it before then.
"God, I'm just so frustrated!" she yelled, the volume in her voice releasing some of her anger, but doing nothing to dampen the building fire of desire within her.
"Look, Carter, you're not the only one frustrated here," and she detected a slight relent in his grip on her, though he was still holding her against the wall. "Dannyboy and I are just as sick of being stuck in this goddamn, overdone, gaudy Goa'uld palace as you are, but you don't see any of us throwing punches and going off on temper tantrums about being handed the wrong MRE."
She didn't even care about that anymore. The only hunger she felt now was for the man sharing the darkened corridor with her. She closed her eyes, trying to rein in some semblance of logic, but it only served to prove just how much the Colonel was invading her senses. She could feel his form; she could feel his heat. She could smell the scent of a day's sweat spent in the subtropical climate invading her nostrils, a drug even more intoxicating than the damn light they were trying to wean off of. Thank god Daniel and Loran were out of earshot back in the gate room eating dinner, because at this point, she was clinging onto her last sliver of control.
"I-I mean… I'm so frustrated... Sir."
The hastily tacked-on honorific failed to drag any professionalism back into the conversation, however, as she found herself involuntarily pressing her hips forward into his.
He flinched at her movement and backed up, looking surprised, stumbling over his words.
"Err, frustrated? As in…?" he asked, making a clearly awkward hand gesture downwards. "Urm, I see. Have you, errr, tried, you know, relieving this symptom yourself?"
She would have burst into laughter at the blatant awkwardness of his question if the throbbing between her legs hadn't been so agonizing. As it happened, she had relieved herself multiple times in the privacy of the room she was staying in, but it only ever served as a drop in the ocean at quelling the horniness she'd been dealing with ever since they'd arrived in the palace. She was genuinely going to go nuts if she was to be stuck here another two weeks.
"All I know is if I don't get laid while we're stuck here I'm either going to jump you in your sleep or throw myself into the sea."
-Jack POV-
He was immediately redirected from the implications of the first part of her admission by her unexpected suicidal threat coupled with the sincere look in her eye. She was serious.
Damn. He'd thought she'd been doing better than that. He thought they'd been dialling down the damn light slow enough to not suffer many, if any, side effects. He wasn't, at least, and Daniel and Loran seemed fine enough, too. Had she not been fine all along, just covering out of embarrassment? She'd certainly been hella snappy the last couple of days, but she hadn't let on that she'd been struggling with anything remotely close to this until now.
"Carter, we need to tell Janet about this."
"Are you crazy?"
"Hey! I'm not the one practically propositioning my CO here," he said, shoving away a vision of Carter invading his bed at night and... no, he wasn't going there. There was something wrong with Carter, and he had to focus on that. "But this is a symptom that the other guys and I don't have. Well, I'm guessing, at least…" and he frowned as he tried not to picture a horny Daniel. "Anyway, she needs to know-"
"So I should just dial up the gate and talk to Janet about my problem over the radio while Walter and who the hell else listens in? No way!"
She had a point. And he didn't want something like this left on her medical file for someone else to see down the line and potentially use it against her.
"Sir, please," she begged, her eyes darkening, and she surprised him by practically pressing her breasts into him. "I'm really struggling to hold back here."
He didn't doubt her words. She was so unlike herself, and she was clearly holding onto a tether, and he'd be damned if he let her suffer… or worse.
"Sir…" she breathed. "God, I want you."
His cock instantly jerked to attention at her words, as well as the way he felt her curves press against his chest. He'd seen her once before like this and then a thousand times over again, conjured in his mind whenever he jacked off thinking of her. The time she'd burst into the men's locker room and sought him out, frenzied and horny, had been forever seared into his brain, and oh fuck... she had that exact same look in her eyes right now. His 2IC, Carter, was here, pretty much begging him for sex... What the hell should he do?
He was a Colonel, black ops-trained, an expert strategist, but right now he could barely get his brain to engage at all. Meanwhile, his traitorous body was flying into full gear, responding to the woman before him. He'd desired her for so long. All he knew was he didn't want to allow anything to happen to her career, and if he could do something to taper whatever was going on with her here, no one needed to know, right? He'd dealt with a suicidal Daniel just a week ago, too. He knew he couldn't let Carter go that far, either.
He didn't remember coming to any conscious decision to do so, but before he knew it, he'd let go of her wrists...
-Sam POV-
The instant she felt his hold on her wrists give, she took it as his consent. She shot one hand up the back of his shirt, tracing a thin sheen of sweat along his spine, before pulling him flush against her breasts. Her other hand darted up to pull his neck down, closing the distance enough for their mouths to meet.
"Need you," she said clumsily just before their lips melded, triumphing at the feel of his immediate response and the zeal with which he returned her burning kiss. Their faces smashed sloppily, tongues thrashing wildly, and she didn't care. She needed him, all of him, now.
Satisfied that he wouldn't pull back to break the kiss, she released his neck, moving her hand down to join the other under his shirt to lift it off. She needed him naked. She couldn't wait.
"Not here," he said, breaking the kiss and stopping her arms- much to her discontent- before the next second she felt herself being pulled through the nearest door.
Her eyes barely registered the darkened room with a conveniently-placed bed in the center, or the familiar tingle of naquadah emanating from within, before she was once again moulding her body to his, pushing him back against the door, making it shut with a bang. She knew she was out of control; out of order, even, but the wild desire that roared inside her was simply insatiable. She hadn't felt this way since that virus back when SG-1 was still newly-formed, and the barely negligible logic remaining in her brain reminded her it was the light's influence on her this time, but she couldn't fight the immense burning of desire raging inside her.
"Clothes off," she ordered mid-kiss, proper chain-of-command be damned. All she knew was that she was on fire. If she didn't feel him inside of her soon, she felt as though she would explode- or maybe even die.
"Hey, I thought I was the one who gives orders around here," he said, breaking the kiss, but she wasn't in the mood for his jokes. She wasted no time tearing off her own shirt and tossing it into a dim corner before hastily working on his belt buckle with one hand while cupping his hard erection she found forcibly pressing against the fabric of his pants.
"Jesus, Carter," he groaned, but it wasn't enough. She needed to see him. She needed to feel him inside her.
Succeeding with his belt clasp, she couldn't tear his pants down his legs fast enough. As she heaved his waistband down, she crouched and got to work on his boots fast. Yanking them off and releasing him from his pants, she left him standing half-naked from the waist down, his erection standing proudly above her face. She had a wild yearning to take him in her mouth, but she didn't want to shorten their sex. She was going to need him to last if she was going to feel even close to satisfied.
Instead, she stood back up, giving his member a teasing lick on the way up, eliciting a hiss from him, before pulling him towards the bed. She threw him backwards onto the black bed sheets, then whisked off her own pants and boots in record time, practically pouncing on him, and mounted his hips before he'd even had a chance to recover to a sitting position.
Sliding her right hand down to her panties, finding them unsurprisingly wet- she'd been ready for him all damn week, after all- she shoved them to the side, freeing herself and gliding her slick folds up along his length.
"Holy crap... Carter, are you sure about this?" the Colonel asked breathlessly, stilling her by gripping her hips.
"I need to feel you inside me," she panted, irritated by his indecision. Couldn't he see how desperately she burned for him? "I need you."
-Jack POV-
Jesus Christ he didn't think he'd ever seen anything this sexy in his life. But this was the damn light doing this to her, he reminded himself. She wasn't herself. Would she be angry with him for allowing this to happen when she came down from her light high?
But it had already gone this far. They were already past the point of no return. And he couldn't bear the thought of her suffering in silence any longer, nor did he want to find out if her threat about throwing herself into the sea was real or not.
Before he was given any more chance to think, she'd already wriggled from his grip, suddenly taking him inside, sinking atop his length and taking him in one slick movement. The feel of her surrounding and gripping his dick was so incredibly warm and moist and tight that he almost saw stars.
-Sam POV-
Her senses were on fire. The sound of his groans as she rode him, and of their genitalia slapping together further propelled her arousal. The growing smell of their sex and sweat was intoxicating. The waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body as she propelled herself up and down his shaft were almost disorientating. She curved her hips to ensure he hit deep each time, relishing in the twinge of pain as he slammed her cervix.
The sight of him laid back on the bed, eyes screwed in pleasure as she rammed down hard onto him over and over, completely at her mercy and under her control was euphoric. And as the heat in her body grew further, the blood coursing through her body honed in on the source of naquadah she'd vaguely detected earlier when they'd entered the room. Unthinkingly, running on pure instinct or some remnant of Jolinar, she reached to her side, focusing her mind and activating the orange button she found at the head of the bed.
-Jack POV-
He flashed his eyes open at the feel of Carter suddenly slowing, then shifting over to reach out to the head of the bed. He was about to question what she was doing when suddenly she hit some kind of button, and the bed below them immediately lit a vibrant multicolour, swirling just like the light show. His body was instantly engulfed by a powerful vibration that hummed intense pleasure through every fibre of his body, nearly sending him over the edge.
A sudden gasp from her drew his attention, and he watched a wicked smile flash across her face as she slammed back down onto his cock. The following sensation was almost blinding. It was as though his body was suddenly ten times more sensitive than before. She, too, looked as though she'd realized the effects of whatever button she'd just pushed, and he watched her cry out in pleasure as she continued thrusting herself up and down upon him, riding him with a wild fury, and before he knew it, all sense of thought was pushed from his brain as a colossal orgasm built fast and ripped through his core.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard onto him, plunging his member as deep as he could as he involuntarily emptied himself into her, his cock throbbing and pulsating with immense pleasure. A second later, with several screams, he registered that she'd followed him over his blissful edge, arching her back and writhing in pleasure, pressing her face into his shoulder to quieten herself, biting his clavicle and digging her nails deep into his shoulders. But he was far too overcome by pleasure to register any pain. He continued to buck and writhe as endless waves of pleasure continued to course through him even after he'd already emptied himself inside her.
Carter continued to gasp and scream into his neck as her own enduring orgasm continued to shake her body, before he suddenly felt her slump weakly onto his chest and, before he knew it, the sensation of his own unending orgasm became too much and all went black.
-Sam POV-
Her whole skin was still tingling and her legs trembled as she woke up to find herself on top of the Colonel, passed out, still wearing his black t-shirt, with his very firm and rigid member still firmly situated within her throbbing vagina.
Holy fuck.
She gently rose her hips up and off him, finding the sensation intensely pleasurable, and resisted the temptation to just start fucking him again while he slept, instead smacking the button on the wall. The light show and hum from the bed ceased, and the room was plunged back into near-darkness.
"Woah, what the hell?" came the Colonel's shout as he suddenly regained consciousness and shot up to a sitting position. She couldn't quite make out his facial expression. Would he be angry at her for what happened? Would he reprimand her?
"I just turned off whatever device I activated earlier and you woke up. I'm guessing it heightens pleasure-" she said in a small, embarrassed voice, trying her best to focus on the science of the situation rather than the repercussions of what she'd done… that she'd fucked her CO and had experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life riding him. Oh god, her career was over.
"Well, whatever it was, I can't say I've ever passed out from coming before," he said, and she was instantly relieved his voice didn't sound angry. In fact, from the glee in his voice, she was pretty sure he was sporting a massive grin.
"Sir, I'm sorry. I completely lost control, and I shouldn't have let it happen-"
But she was cut off by the feel of his hand cupping her face, before she sensed him draw nearer and kiss her passionately.
"Don't be sorry," he said, pulling back after their drawn out make out session. "You were obviously compromised, and I couldn't face seeing you suffer like that knowing there was something I could do to help."
"Thank you, Sir," she breathed, still recovering from their kiss.
"Well, I'd say anytime, but well, you know," and she couldn't help giggle at his words. "But at least let's just agree that whatever happens on P4X-347 stays on P4X-347."
"Agreed."
She nodded and her eyes, having now begun to adjust to the dimness, made out that he was, in fact, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin she'd ever seen him bear, and as her cheeks gave an ache, she surmised that she probably looked exactly the same.
"Maybe we better get dressed and assure Daniel that we haven't killed each other," he said, breaking the moment, and she gave a nod, agreeing that they better check that they hadn't caused a panic with their absence.
"Where the hell have you guys been?! You've been gone ages!" came Daniel's frantic voice from behind them as they exited their room. "You left your radios behind and last I knew you were yelling at each other. I was worried you'd murdered each other, or something!"
"Told you Danny'd be worried," he said, throwing her a nod, and now that they were in the improved light of the corridor outside, she saw to her horror that not only was his hair quite a bit more disheveled-looking than she'd thought, but there was a markedly darkening patch peeking out from just above his shirt collar.
"What were you guys doing? Wait, Jack, what's that on your neck?"
"Nothing Daniel," the Colonel said, promptly pulling up his t-shirt and batting away the finger being pointed at his collar. "And everything's under control now."
"For now, at least," she couldn't help mutter under her breath, and he shot her a smirk while Daniel looked like a confused deer lost in headlights.
"Well, you know where to find me if you feel like murdering me again," the Colonel said with a wink, before heading off towards his own room with a notable levity to his steps.
"Err, what was that all about?" Daniel asked, and she hoped to god that she didn't look as dishevelled as the Colonel, nor have any tell-tale marks of what had just gone on behind the door beside them.
"Err, night, Daniel," she said quickly, deciding that making an exit was safest before she said anything stupid, and ran after the Colonel.
—
7 years later
"I'm so bored, Daniel," Vala drawled, but so used to her complaints, he didn't even bother offering her a glance as he continued his focus on the translation he'd been working on. SG-3 had returned from a mission with extensive photos of Goa'uld writing on the walls of a palace referring to a so-called Palace of Pleasure.
"I'm curious..." and the sudden popping sound of her release of the lollipop she was sucking drew his gaze. "Have you ever come across an actual Goa'uld Pleasure Palace?"
He was briefly mesmerized by his lover's mischievous grin as she then twirled her tongue seductively around the candy, before recalling her question, and nodded slowly at the recollection of the palace he'd been trapped in for three weeks.
"Yeah, as it happens we previously found one with an addictive light show. It caused depression and mood swings. We had to wean off its effects slowly while stuck on the planet. It was pretty miserable, actually."
She stared at him in shock with an eyebrow raised, then shook her head slowly in a look of pity, before jumping to her feet from the desk she'd been sitting on.
"Oh, Daniel. My poor Daniel. You clearly missed out on the real essence of the pleasure. There's far more than just the light show itself. You might be surprised to hear that not all Goa'uld technology was built with the purpose of inflicting pain."
She had his interest now, though he wasn't sure how much he wanted to learn when he'd probably end up leaving most of it out of research reports, anyway.
"Samantha's an ex-host," she then added mischievously. "She'd have been affected differently. I'll bet anything that she found out for herself some of the many interesting devices they had laying around those palaces. Devices ordinary humans- slaves, and such- and Jaffa couldn't utilize."
He set down his pen, the translation he'd been working on briefly forgotten as the memory of discovering a rather dishevelled Jack and Sam coming out of a room sprang into his mind.
"You must have some unused leave leftover, Daniel. You're always working," she said, rounding his office to stand behind him, and he sank into the feel of her rubbing his shoulders, before he felt her bend forward to whisper into his ear.
"Fancy coming off-world with me on the pretense of looking up old contacts with the Lucian Alliance? I'll show you what the Goa'uld meant by the word pleasure, and trust me, it'll blow that big mind of yours."
He couldn't say no to an offer like that, if only in the name of intellectual research, of course, and maybe after all these years, he'd actually find out why, when he thought about it, Sam and Jack hadn't seemed as miserable as he had been stuck back in that palace.