Chapter nine
Jack arrived back on Egeria late in the evening, worn out from worrying and from his travels. He had gone to Earth thinking he needed time away from Sam, to figure out what he should do. But each day that he had been away from her and Mellie made him miss them all the more! And the result had been that he could not think straight or make any decisions about their future. And then Daniel had hit him with some very bad news; Sam had been to Earth to find him, which wasn't so bad in and of itself. The bad part was that instead of finding him, what she had found was a mistake...a lie that would surely drive a permanent wedge between them, unless he could get her to listen to the truth!
And so here he was, climbing the stairs of their building and praying she'd give him a chance to explain. "Please let her believe me!" he added aloud, as he approached their door. If she didn't believe what he had to tell her about Tiffany, he knew there would be no hope for them, and his stomach lurched at the thought of spending the rest of his life without her...without his kids. It just wasn't an option he could live with!
When Jack went to put his key in the door lock, it wouldn't fit. He scrambled to try and find the right key in the dimly lit hallway, but kept coming up with the only one he knew should work. Finally he began knocking on the door. And when no one answered, he began pounding and yelling.
"Sam! What the fuck is going on! Open this door right now!" he yelled.
The next door neighbor, Captain Riley, stuck his head out the door of his unit and stared at Jack. "Hey, General. Ah...is there a problem?"
"Yah, there's a problem alright! My damned key won't work!" Jack knew that Riley had a wife and two kids who were no doubt trying to sleep, but right now nothing matter to Jack except getting to Sam!
"I think that may be because the lock has been changed, Sir," he said quietly.
"The lock's been changed! What the hell for?" Jack shouted back.
"Sir, if you'll wait until morning, I'm sure Major Carter will be glad to answer all your questions at that time," the Captain suggested calmly, as though speaking to an escaped lunatic.
"I'm not waiting until morning to get into my apartment or to see Sam!" Jack yelled in return, and then he stepped back and kicked in the door, breaking the hinges loose. The door fell back at an angle, and Jack gave it a shove with his boot and stepped over it and into the apartment. Capt. Riley went to calm his worried wife and to call the MP's.
By this time Sam had pulled on her jeans and a sweater and was standing in the living room waiting for him.
"You can't just come barging in here," she said quietly. "You'll have to leave, Sir."
"Why should I leave? This is my apartment too!"
"Not anymore, Sir. I had your things moved to the bachelors' quarters. Apartment number three," she added. He blinked at her, not believing what he was hearing.
"You're throwing me out?!"
"Yes, I guess you could say that, Sir," she replied.
"Don't I get anything to say about it?" he asked, walking over to stand just outside her personal space. There was just a single lamp lit in the big room, but Jack could see that she'd been crying...a lot. He put out a hand to touch her cheek, but she backed away.
"Please don't."
"Let me get this straight, Sam. Rather than give me a chance to defend myself, you've already tried and convicted me?" Part of him couldn't believe what he was hearing. Another part...his darker insecure side...had expected this. It was certain he didn't deserve her anyway, and it knew that something would take her away from him again.
"I don't know what you expect from me," she said, hanging her head. She really did not want to cry in front of him. Not now! She didn't want him to know how much this was hurting...how much he could get to her, damn it!
"What is it that you think I've done, Sam? Tell me!" She turned and walked away a few steps, stopping at the sofa with her back to him.
"I know you've been with another woman...in DC."
"You mean Tiffany? Charlie's girlfriend?" Sam turned around and stared at him, her brow wrinkled.
"I don't know. I guess. So is that how you met her?" she asked.
"Yes, I met her through Charlie. She's Charlie's girlfriend. In fact, they're up at my cabin right now, enjoying themselves. That's where we were headed when Charlie's nosy neighbor saw me and Tiffany catching a cab. We picked Charlie up on the way to the airport, but she didn't tell you that part, did she?" he asked smugly. A look of shocked realization came over Sam's face, as what he was saying sunk in.
"Sam, you know me better than that. At least you should! I would never hurt you, Sam. At least not deliberately. I admit I do some pretty stupid things sometimes, but... I'm just not that kinda guy!" he insisted. "Besides, why would I look elsewhere when I've got the only woman I want?"
"Oh, Jack, I'm such an idiot!" she cried as she threw herself into his arms. He held her tight, his lips brushing her hair as he spoke.
"No, you're not an idiot, Sam. You're a little insecure maybe, but not an idiot."
"I've missed you so much!" she sobbed as she allowed her tears to fall freely until they dripped from her chin.
"Shhhh. It's okay now, sweetheart," he crooned as he kissed away the wetness on her cheeks. "I missed you too. You have no idea how much! I'm gonna go put that door back in place, and then I'm gonna show you exactly how much I missed you. Would that be okay with you?"
Sam nodded and then watched as he went to the doorway. Just then two marines came marching up to the door. Jack stepped into the hallway and spoke to them, explaining that the lock smith had made an error and changed the wrong lock. He sent them on their way, thinking he was glad to be a big wheel around here. Even if they didn't believe him, at least they left when he gave them the order. He'd make sure the paper work on the incident never saw the light of day.
With renewed energy, Jack picked up the door and pushed it back into the opening from the inside. He figured he could fix it tomorrow. Right now he was going to make love to Sam; there was nothing any more urgent than that!
They walked to the bedroom together hand in hand, and then Jack went over and took a look at Mellie, who was sound asleep in her bed. In the light from the other room he could just see her little lips as they moved in her sleep, her blonde curls spread out around her head like a halo. She truly was his angel, and Jack was so very glad to be back home with her once again.
Sam pulled on his hand, dragging him back to the side of their bed. Jack watched with lust-filled eyes as she undressed, surprised to find she was wearing no underwear.
"No panties or bra, Sam?" he commented quietly, cupping her tits in his big hands. Usually he could easily fit her breasts in his hands, but now they were much larger, spilling over his fingers enticingly. Jack liked them fine either way, but there was something about a pregnant woman's belly and tits that he found to be a real turn on. He remembered thinking the same thing about his first wife, but that was a memory he'd rather not dwell on, and so he shoved it to the back of his mind and put it with all the other unhappy memories he carried around with him. There were many.
"When someone's banging down your door, you don't take time to put on underwear, Jack," she replied saucily. Then she crawled onto the bed, positioning herself in front of him on her knees. He stood there while she unfastened his jeans, pulling his erection out of the opening in his boxers with her delicate hand. The feel of her soft, warmth caressing him made him shiver with anticipation. It had been almost two weeks since they'd made love, and he hoped he could hold off long enough to satisfy her.
"Ah, I see. You have a point," he said with a laugh. "I guess I'm lucky you didn't take the time to get your gun," he added with a grin.
"Yes, you probably should be. I'm a good shot, as you know."
And then he pushed her back onto the bed, watching her move over to her side of the bed as he took off his clothes. In three seconds flat he was covering her body with his.
"I know what a good shot you are, Sam. That's one reason I was always glad you were my 2iC. I've always been proud of you, Sam, and confident in your abilities as a soldier and as a leader. And the science part...well, that was just icing on the cake!"
"Icing on the cake reminds me...I forgot to cancel our wedding cake. You know it's scheduled to arrive tomorrow morning. I'm afraid we'll be eating cake for weeks," she said with a chuckle that Jack could feel all the way to his toes, as he lay stretched out above her. He could also feel the bump that was their baby growing inside her, and it made him feel sad to think that they had almost screwed things up between them.
"I'm sorry I went off without telling you. I just didn't know what else to do, or what else I could say to make you..." He stopped. He still didn't know what to say! Should he tell her to choose between her father and him? Was that a fair thing to ask of her? He rested his forehead on her breast bone and breathed out a sigh.
"To make me what? See that I have to choose between you and my father? I already know that, Jack. And I've made my choice; I choose you! You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with! I love you, Jack O'Neill, and I always have!" Jack had lifted his head and was staring at her with eyes that seemed as black as night in the darkened room.
"You mean it?" He was astonished that she'd picked him over her father.
"Yes, Jack, I mean it. I've decided not to have anything to do with my father, until he changes his attitude toward you. And I've decided something else too. If you really want to retire, then I think that's what you should do," she said, smiling. "I think you'll make a fine housewife," she added with a chuckle.
"Hey, no smart-ass remarks, woman! But I'm glad you've changed your mind, because I've already talked to the powers that be about it. I gave them six months to find my replacement," Jack informed her. And then he bent his head down, so he could nibble on her collar bone.
"You did?" She wasn't really surprised that he'd done it, and she wasn't as upset as she thought she might be. She was just very glad he was back in her arms where he belonged!
"Uh huh. And I also did something else," he said as he worked his way up the side of her neck and to her left ear, stopping to nuzzle and suck the skin just below it. Sam literally purred.
"Jaaack!" she whined, finding it hard to concentrate on their conversation. "Tell me what else," she begged, rubbing her head against his like a cat in heat.
"I talked the President into letting me buy the mountain."
"What? What mountain?" Sam was beginning to think that bump on the head he'd gotten recently had scrambled his brain.
"bOur/b mountain, Sam! The one where we like to go for outdoor activities," he said, leering at her in the dim light. She could see the lust glowing in his eyes, and she knew she was about to be ravaged.
"Outdoor activities? What would those be exactly? Can we do them indoors too?"
"We can and will...in the house I'm going to build for you on our mountain."
"Oh, I like the sound of that, Jack! Now refresh my memory about those activities," she begged, turning her head so that their lips could meet.
"Gladly, Major," he said against her lips, before his tongue plundered her mouth.
The kiss took her breath away, but left her wanting more, as Jack suddenly sat back on his heels and stared down at her.
"Turn over, Sam. "I'm wanna take you from behind," he said as he reached for her hips and flipped her onto her belly, helping her to reposition her body beneath him. Then he bent down and kissed the yellow rose tattoo, wishing it didn't remind him so much of a particularly bad day in his life. Maybe, he thought, she should change the color to red, his favorite!
"Stay face down on the bed and just lift this leg," he coaxed as he pushed her left leg up and out to one side, so she was laying mostly on her right hip. Then he reached between her legs and opened her swollen lips with his fingers, so his aching cock could find its home. In two quick thrusts he was inside her as far as this position would allow. It wasn't deep, but the change in angle created a lot of friction, and Jack was able to hit her G-spot with each thrust.
"Oh, yeah, Jack, that's it! Keep moving, honey! Just like that," she gasped as she clutched at the sheet next to her head.
Jack listened to Sam's whispered words of encouragement, and he did as she asked. He could feel her body tensing as she neared her climax. He slid his right hand under her breast and pulled her closer to him. Then he slipped his left hand underneath her from the other side and found her swollen clit, rubbing it until she screamed his name, her cry mostly swallowed up in the mattress. Jack didn't stop, but continued to pump into her, his speed increasing as he felt the burning inside his balls heralding his release. And then he was coming too, his cries joining hers and filling the otherwise quiet room.
As they lay spooned together afterwards, they could hear Malinda making a few noises as though she might be waking up. Both Sam and Jack held their breaths, hoping that the baby would go back to sleep. Both of them knew what it was like to sit up at night with a baby who was wide awake!
"We're moving to a larger apartment this week," Jack stated. Sam sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to his chest. Soon they were both sound asleep.
The End
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