Chapter eleven
How many times had he stood like this in the doorway of Sam's lab, waiting, hoping, wishing for her to look up and notice him? Today her head was down, and she appeared to be deep in thought, but then he heard the faint sound of sniffling and realized that she was crying. Jack stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, making sure the lock clicked into place. Today of all days he didn't want any interruptions.
"Sam," he said softly, as he walked over to where she sat.
Her head jerked up, and she quickly grabbed a tissue from a nearby box and dabbed at her eyes with it.
"What do you want?" Realizing how rude that sounded, she quickly corrected her error. "Sorry, Sir. Do you need something?" She thought he'd be on his way back to DC by now. What on earth was he doing here?
"Yes, I do. I need to talk to you privately," he said, his nervous hands reaching out to touch something on her work table.
"Sir! Look but don't touch," she said as she often did. It wasn't as important as Merlyn's device, but it was a valuable piece of alien technology.
"Sorry," he said, as usual. "I guess I have a bad habit of touching things I shouldn't," he admitted. "So, can you take a few minutes away from what you're doing?"
"I guess I could take a break later this afternoon." She thought that if she could put him off, maybe she could avoid this conversation altogether. All she could think was that whatever he had to say could only lead to more heartache for her. Even if he still had some romantic interest in her, which she doubted, she didn't think he'd appreciate being trapped into a relationship by a baby.
"No, Sam, I want to talk to you right now," he said sternly. "I've put this off for much too long as it is."
Sam was puzzled, but still her mind began to fill with excuses she could use….reasons why she couldn't talk to him. However, her mouth suddenly went dry, and she found herself coughing and gulping for air. Jack was beside her immediately, handing her a bottle of water and urging her to drink. And when she was finished, he took the bottle and set it down on the counter out of the way. Then he took both her hands in his and looked into her eyes, as he held their joined hands over his heart.
"Sam, will you marry me?" he asked quickly, afraid that if he didn't say the words right now, he might never say them. He had finally decided that if she said NO, he would make it a point never to see her again. Then maybe he could go on with his life and forget about her.
"You want to marry me?" she asked incredulously. Jack nodded and held his breath. "But why all of a sudden? Why now, after all these years?" Sam's lower lip began to tremble, and then her tears began to flow even faster than before.
"It wasn't really a sudden decision, Sam. I've been able to think of nothing else but you since I went to DC. I arranged this trip to Colorado mainly so I could talk to you about our future…at least one possible future."
"You did?"
"Yes, I did. In fact, I was planning on asking you to marry me the day that damned machine sent us to that parallel universe."
"But, Sir, things have changed," she said. She still wasn't certain how he'd feel about becoming a father again. And the circumstances of her getting pregnant were more than a little strange and off-putting even to her, and she was a scientist.
"If you mean the baby…."
"You know about the baby?" she asked, her voice filled with emotion. How could he know she was pregnant?
"Yes, I know. Dr. Lam told me. She also told me how you got pregnant and that you made a deal with that quasi Dr. Frasier to let us go."
"But I asked Dr. Lam not to tell anyone," Sam complained. She sniffed, trying to get a hold on her emotions, so she could talk to him without blubbering. Jack handed her another tissue, watching patiently as she blew her nose.
"Don't blame her, Sam. She didn't want to tell me, but her father ordered her to. He thought I might be able to fill in some of the blanks. And I can."
"You can?" she asked nervously. She wondered what he meant by that? Did he suspect he was the father?
"Yep! They took a sperm sample from me the same day…the first day you were taken to the genetics lab," he told her.
"I see." It wasn't news to her. In fact, she already knew he was the father of her baby, but fear of his anger made her keep quiet. What would he think when he found out that she knew the baby was his, but she still hadn't told him?
"So I think there's a pretty good chance that bun in your oven has my name on it," he said, his black eyes searching her face. Was she pleased by the thought, or not? He couldn't tell one way or the other, until…..
Sam stared at him, and then she smiled. She couldn't help but think how cute he looked just now. And he certainly was acting smug for a man who hadn't even gotten to first base with her yet. She was pregnant with his baby, and they hadn't even kissed. Now there was irony for you!
"Oh, really?" she asked, trying to keep her complete and total happiness from showing. After that display he'd put on with that bimbo at O'Malley's, she was still a little mad at him.
"Yep!" he exclaimed, grinning like the village idiot.
"You seem pretty sure of yourself, General," she commented, teasing him further. She felt relieved and more relaxed than she'd felt in quite some time. Obviously his proposal wasn't a reflection of his feelings of responsibility toward the child. How could it be, when he didn't even know for sure that the baby was his? Plus, he said he came to Colorado to propose marriage to her. If that was true, then he must love her for her own sake. He DID love her, didn't he?
"Yep!" he said again. "Those folks said I had some of the biggest and best swimmers they'd ever seen," he bragged.
"REALLY?!" God the man was cute and damned hot, and Sam wanted nothing better than to drag him down onto the work bench and kiss him till he couldn't breathe!
"Uh huh. So, what d'ya say? Marry me?"
"But what if the baby isn't yours?" She couldn't help it; she just had to ask.
"I don't care. I wanna marry you anyway. We'll have one of those paternity tests done, and if the kid's not mine, we can sell it or something," Jack said, trying to keep a serious face. His face split into a grin when he heard her reply.
"WHAT?! Over my dead body!" she cried seriously.
"For crying out loud, Carter, I was only kidding! I'm a pushover for kids, and you know it. Now come on, honey, say YES! We've wasted WAY too much time as it is," he said, his eyes imploring her to agree. "I love you, Carter. You love me, doncha?"
Sam almost fell off her stool. He said he loved her! Not the baby or the thought of being a father again, but HER!
"Yes, I do, but…. What if there's no chemistry between us? We haven't even kissed or anything."
"You've got to be kidding me!" If what he'd felt for her for the past ten years wasn't chemistry, then what the hell was it? "That's not true, Sam. There was that time when you were infected with that alien virus, and you attacked me in the locker room. Loved seeing you in that sweet little tank top, by the way. And then there was the time we were stuck on that frozen planet, where we smooched behind the boilers. I don't remember everything about that mission, but I sure as hell remember kissing you."
Sam could recall those times too, but she knew they were only the memories of two people who had worked together to save the planet. Those times were all tainted by duty and outside influences. What she wanted was to create new, unspoiled memories….memories of two people saving each other from a life of loneliness and regret.
"And there was the time when…." Jack was about to list a couple more times when they had kissed, but Sam interrupted him.
"No, Sir…Jack, I mean US! WE haven't kissed! You and me, not some virus-infected, mind-altered version of ourselves. LIKE THIS!" she exclaimed. And then she put both hands on the back of his neck and pulled him toward her, planting her lips firmly on his. Pulled off balance, Jack literally stumbled toward her, his hands going out to brace against the counter on both sides of her body, to keep both of them from falling to the floor.
"Miffle mrrfff!" he said in return, his words garbled by the kiss. When she finally let go of him, Jack was smiling at her, and he had his hands firmly planted on her hips.
"So, is that a sample of what's to come, Colonel?" he asked, grinning wickedly.
"It could be, General, IF you stay here instead of going back to DC," she replied smartly.
"Is that an ultimatum, Colonel Carter?" Jack asked, raising one eyebrow. He thought she was really hot when she got all forceful and demanding, not that she wasn't always hot.
"Yes, it is," she stated, nodding.
Any other man might have balked at such a brassy female, but not Jack O'Neill. He knew who was going to be the brains in this family. And as long as she'd let him be the brawn, he really didn't mind.
"Okay."
"Okay? You'll put in for a transfer? You'll move back here?" Sam asked, the surprise evident in her voice. She couldn't believe it had been that easy. He was willing to give up his prestigious position, just because she asked him to? WOW! What would he do if he knew the baby was definitely his? She knew she should tell him the truth now. But would he hate her for keeping it from him?
"I will do anything to make this happen, Carter." He wasn't going to tell her he'd already turned in his resignation…not yet anyway. Besides, he'd do anything for her and a second chance to be a father. To seal the deal Jack pulled her off the stool and dipped her back over his arm as he kissed her.
"WOW! I've never been kissed quite like THAT before!"
"Oh yes, you have," he said, smirking smugly, as he felt the pressure begin to build in his groin. It had never taken him long to get turned on around her. But in the past he'd always had to hide it. He didn't intend to hide it anymore.
"Oh? When?" she asked, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled at him.
"That's for me to know and you to find out, Colonel." Then he did it again.
"Wow," she said again, but this time she was almost breathless with passion and need. He was feeling it too.
"Sam, I'm suffering here," he whined. "Can we go someplace where we can be alone? I think it's time we did much more than just kiss."
"I agree, General. My place?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. When they got to her house, she would tell him the baby was his. She just prayed that he wouldn't be very angry.
They had barely gotten out of the base parking lot, when Sam began snuggling against him, kissing his neck as she fumbled with the zipper of his trousers.
"Honey, wait," he warned, fearing he wouldn't be able to drive, if she did what he thought she was thinking of doing.
"Can't. Have dreamed about doing this for so long," she confessed, as she got on her knees next to him on the wide bench seat. She sounded desperate and she was acting even more so, and that was when Jack's libidinous brain congratulated him for buying a big truck with an old-fashioned front seat.
Once his pants were open, Sam reached inside his boxers and wrapped her hand around his swollen cock….his oh- my-God-it's-so-huge swollen cock! Once she got over her initial shock, she bent down and took him into her mouth, the large purple head disappearing between her pink lips as she sucked on it gently at first, running her tongue lovingly over its silky smooth, sensitive surface. Using her hands, she massaged the shaft, rolling it between her palms from base to tip and back down again. Jack moaned, closing his eyes half way, as he controlled the truck with one hand on the steering wheel, while his other hand caressed the back of Sam's head.
Jack pushed down a bit more firmly with his hand in her golden hair, and Sam responded by sucking harder, letting more of his cock slip inside her mouth. Her head moved down at his request, her mouth taking more and more of him in, as she sucked at his engorged manhood until he thought he would have a stroke. He could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears, pumping blood to all parts of his body, filling his cock even fuller as Sam brought him closer and closer to completion. Suddenly he knew he had to get her off him, or this could end with them plowing into a tree or going over the edge of the road and into a ravine.
Jack jerked the wheel to the left, steering the big truck to the other side of the road, where there was room to stop. Then he slammed his foot down on the brake pedal and brought the big truck to a gravel-scattering halt. Grabbing both of her shoulders, he pulled Sam upright, cognizant that she could accidentally bite him in his haste to remove his cock from her mouth. Fortune smiled at him, and he came away unscathed, his pre-come mixed with her saliva dripping from the corners of her luscious pink mouth. Sam wiped the back of her hand across her lips, a confused look on her face.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned that he was dissatisfied. Had he been? She had only gotten half his length in her mouth before it hit the back of her throat. Doing so had all but choked her. My God, he was so long!
"Nothing's wrong, honey. I just don't want to come in your mouth the first time. I want you to ride me," he urged, as he shifted the truck into Park and turned off the ignition. Then he lifted his hips and pulled his pants and underwear down around his highs, watching impatiently as she sat down and pulled off her boots, bdu pants and her panties.
In less time that it takes to say, "The stargate is the greatest discovery since fire, and Jack O'Neill and Samantha Carter are Earth's fearless guardian angels", Sam bared herself from the waist down and positioned her weeping pussy over his groin. With Jack's guidance and coaxing, she eased herself down onto his cock, taking all of him the first try.
"God, you're so big!" Sam cried breathlessly. She felt stretched to the limit, but it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt very, very good!
"And you're so tight!" he choked out his reply, almost overcome by the snug embrace of her pussy.
As Sam began to ride him, tilting her hips up and down, Jack kissed her, tasting himself, salty on her lips. The sound of them fucking, the groans and the moans, and the wet slurping sounds of him placing sloppy kisses on her face and neck, echoed throughout the otherwise quiet interior of the vehicle. And due to their already heightened state of arousal, it wasn't long before they both reached a crescendo, followed by a powerful climax.
"WOW! I'd say that was worth the wait," Sam purred, her mouth next to his right ear. She was hanging on him, knees splayed and arms draped around his neck, her face resting on his shoulder, her energy almost entirely spent from nervous exhaustion and the urgency of their coupling.
He felt equally as drained, although he knew he would never tire of this.
"Yah, I'd say that was pretty damned good, considering we weren't in a bed."
"Hmmm, makes me wonder what it'll be like when we ARE in a bed," Sam mused aloud.
"I can't wait to find out! Climb off and put your clothes on," he urged her.
"I like the way you think, Sir." Sam put on her clothes, while Jack pulled up his trousers and underwear. Once she was redressed, she turned and looked at him, tears filling her eyes once again.
"Sir?" Now that she knew how good they were together, she was very eager to tell him the baby was his.
"What, Carter?" What were those tears for? He cupped her chin in his hand and stared at her, praying she wasn't going to tell him she'd changed her mind, or that she still wasn't sure if what they had was worth fighting for.
"You can tell me anything, honey. Just don't tell me you don't want this," he pleaded.
"I love you, Jack. So of course I want this! I just thought I should tell you what Dr. Frasier told me."
"Oh? What was that?"
"The bun in my oven definitely has O'Neill's Bakery stamped on it."
THE END
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