Title: Ad Infinitum – Interludes

Chapter Summary: During their first night in Alexandria, our two couples share a few moments.

Pairing(s): Sam/Jack, Daniel/Vala

Chapter Rating: Hard R/NC-17 – Yes, this is finally it. Where we deviate from the original characters' POVs to understand what's going on with our two favorite couples. These are therefore interludes set between Chapters 5 and 6 and you should be able to understand the story without them.

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Interlude - Jack

Jack's POV

These sheets were damn uncomfortable. Apparently they didn't use Egyptian cotton sheets in Egyptian hotels because these were scratchy and they wouldn't let me sleep. Of course the fact that my wife was in a bed just two doors down from me and I hadn't had sex in three weeks might have also contributed to my insomnia.

I could hear Daniel tossing and turning across from me but he was sound asleep. I swear, the man is the loudest sleeper ever. Kicking off my covers, I got up from bed and decided to go for a walk... maybe I'd knock on her hotel room door - hell I was so desperate I'd have thrown rocks at her bedroom window but we were on the 30th floor.

I threw on some pants and a t-shirt but didn't bother with shoes or socks as I tiptoed to the door. I managed to open it without making any noise…

… and the only thing that kept me from screaming in surprise was the thirty-plus years of black ops training.

"Scared you, did I?" Vala said amused, also surprised to see me but not as much as I was, even though she was only wearing the smallest pair of black shorts I'd ever seen and a white tank top. I should definitely not be the one embarrassed here but she was just smiling like this happened every day.

"I was just going out for..." I tried to come up with some valid excuse and reached for the ice bucket. "...ice. I needed some ice."

"Oh," she said raising her eyebrows. "Ice is good."

"Ya betcha... uh, so how can I help you, Vala?"

"Well, I was just walking around," she started, while wildly gesturing around, "and, you know..." she suddenly just threw her arms down. "Oh hell, I'm here for sex."

My first response was something between a gasp and a girly scream and for one second I looked her up and down, the long legs that go on forever and ever and the good-sized breasts barely contained by the white tank top. My neglected body was about to hum when I looked up to see the silky jet-black hair and disappointment registered. Yes, Vala was one very attractive woman, but in my sappy old age my body prefers to reserve its energy for one very smart blonde Colonel. I stumbled for a reply and came up with, "That's very flattering and all but--," before I was cut off.

"Not you! Daniel!" She said with exasperation, eyes pointing to the archaeologist who was tossing and turning in bed.

"Daniel! Yes, of course," Relief washed over me before realization dawned. Apparently these two were doing it, probably during missions. Both were civilians so it wasn't against regulations, but doing it on duty was definitely frowned upon... then I realized that if Vala spent the night with Daniel, it would give me the opportunity to do the same with my wife. My mouth agape was quickly closed as I looked away. Commander instincts telling me to reprimand Vala and Daniel be damned, I needed to see a scientist about a biological clock.

"Oh and Jack? Here you go," she said, handing me her key card with a mischievous smile. I reached for it and she quickly pushed me out of the way, door closing tightly behind me.

When I finally saw Sam, sleeping on her side of the bed as if waiting for me to fill up the empty spot, my heart tightened. I sat next to her and reached to move a strand of her short hair out of her face, knowing the action was bound to wake her up. As expected, my good little soldier's eyes snapped open and it took a second or two before her eyes finally registered my presence.

"Jack?" she asked sleepily and I had to fight the urge to rip her clothes right then. "Wh-- what are you doing here? Where's Vala?"

"She decided she wanted some Linguist-loving," I explained and Sam laughed. "and she kicked me out of my room, then gave me this," I showed her the key card.

"Oh my god, do you think she knows?" Sam asked, voice full of concern.

"Ya think?" I offered with a smirk. "Daniel is a smart guy and he knows us... and the two of them are like two peas in a pod, so I would say she probably knows."

She groaned and kicked off her blankets, arm moving to cover her eyes and I knew she was freaking out. I couldn't help but notice that her arm movement and position pushed her breasts together in her top, the two mounds practically begging me to free them. I reached a hand and softly kneaded one of them, feeling and testing her. Her exasperated groan turned into a moan of pleasure as she arched her back off the bed and pushed the breast into my hand.

I bent down slightly until I could reach her lips. She tasted of sleep and chocolate – I knew that she always ate chocolate to take away the bitter taste that the fertility pills and vitamins left in her mouth. My tongue caressed hers as we moaned into each other's mouth. We'd been on base since I arrived in Colorado Springs trying to find a way home for those kids and other than some clandestine touches, we had no contact and I had definitely missed this. As expected, she was the one who broke the kiss, a firm hand on my chest pushing me away. "God, Jack, we can't... we're on a mission..."

I bent down again and silenced her with a second kiss and she responded but for a shorter time, pushing me away too soon and we were both gasping for air from the smallest contact.

"Seriously Jack, we can't... this is a mission and..."

"It's not an official mission, Carter... we don't even have to write reports, so it doesn't count..." I said weakly in a desperate attempt to get her to give in. I was not sure if the use of her last name was deliberate or not; you spend nine years calling someone by their last name, you don't switch overnight, not even because of a marriage license. I quickly reached and pulled her top up, baring her breasts to me as my hands slowly started exploring the two perfect mounds again. I knew that would quiet her protests for maybe a few seconds more, so before her brain started overworking again, I continued to speak. "... and I have plenty of experience with unofficial missions, unsanctioned by the United States military. Trust me, there's a lot of unofficial stuff that can happen."

"Including sex with a superior officer, sir?" The use of the word sir should have probably turned me off, should have reminded me of all the obstacles in this relationship: the military, the SGC, our age difference - except I was too far gone for it to have any negative effect and the fact that she had practically moaned that three letter word didn't help matters any. Hearing her as she lay in bed with my hands covering her perfect breasts, looking as her perfect mouth forming an 'oh' as I pinched the nipples... the word 'sir' only served to fuel my fire even more, my dick painfully hardening under my pants.

"Well, Colonel, right now I would even call General Ryan himself to get approval for this if I thought for one second you were really against this..." I teased her with my words as one of my hands moved underneath the boxer shorts she wore and under the waistband of her panties, finding her positively soaked. "... but I don't think that involving the good General Ryan will be necessary, do you Carter? You want to know what I think?"

She let out a long moan as I slipped a finger inside her folds. "What-- what do you think...?"

"Sir... you forgot the sir, Colonel." I disciplined her by removing my fingers, keeping them in her panties but not touching her. She tried to move and reestablish the contact but I moved my hand away again.

"What do you think, sir?" She reiterated and I rewarded her by swiftly thrusting two fingers inside her. Her body arched off the bed and I could see she was biting back a scream.

"I think that having sex on a mission turns you on, Carter... I think you spent countless nights dreaming of what we're doing right now... In other words, I think this is a fantasy come true for you..." I bent my head down and captured an erect nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue as she pressed herself against my hand with some urgency. "... this is a fantasy come true for me too, Sam." I confessed as I applied pressure against her clit with the heel of my hand as I continued my assault on her G-spot, alternating between lightly tapping it and strongly stroking it. It didn't take more than one minute before I felt her inner muscles grip my fingers, her own hand reaching up to grasp my arms as she thrashed in bed, trying to be keep from vocalizing her orgasm.

When she finally came down from her high, I withdrew my fingers then finished undressing her. My hands ran all over her body, appreciating the freckles, the long legs and the military body which, if my mission tonight succeeded, hard muscles and taut skin would be replaced by soft roundness in a matter of months.

She gasped when I reached her clit again, the over-sensitized organ protesting my touch so soon, so I moved past it and towards her breasts again. I used my hands to push them together, then brought my lips to each one, lazily tasting the skin and cataloguing their shape and weight in my mind. I was flying to Colorado every three weeks, every month finding an excuse to spend a week at SGC that happened to coincide with her fertile period. We'd spent a total of two weeks at my cabin and she'd come to D.C. four times, sometimes just for a day of two. That meant that in 13 months of marriage, we'd spent about fifteen weeks together. Of course, we both knew what we were getting into and we knew we would just have to make the best of our time together and that was also why I would always try to devote some of our time together to analyze her and commit a little bit more of her to my memory, something that could keep my sex-deprived brain going when I was lying in bed alone in D.C.

I kissed down her taut stomach and reached her curls; I brushed my lips against the spot where her thighs met her pelvis, first the right side then the left before I used my hands to spread her legs wide, I moved down the bed so I could comfortably do this even if it took hours to bring her to orgasm again. I looked down at her exposed sex - she was absolutely drenched; the outer lips were engorged with blood from her earlier orgasm and from continued arousal and at the top of them, the little bundle of nerves was still red and swollen and I decided to continue to avoid it for awhile, until she forgot about the over-sensitivity and begged me to touch her there again.

My tongue lazily traced her opening, gathering up some of the moisture in my mouth and feeling the rest of it run down my chin and down her own body, her thighs and ass cheeks were glistening too. I kept the pressure just around the outside of her channel, moving around in circles and soon her hips were rotating to the same tempo, trying to chase the contact around, making sure I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop now if I wanted to, so I tried to push my tongue inside just a little and I was rewarded with a gasp from above.

Her hands moved to grab my hair but the short strands kept her from being able to clutch me to her and she ended up just running her hands back and forth, massaging my scalp and trying to return at least some of the comfort and pleasure I was giving her. I hummed against her core and she trembled.

"Jack, it's ok, I don't need that, I just want you inside me... come up here." She said as her hands moved to tug at the collar of my t-shirt. I allowed her to pull the t-shirt off but I stayed put as she tried to pull my upper body to cover hers.

"No, I want this..." I tried to tell her but she clasped her legs around my ribs and tried to pull me towards her again. "I need to do this, Sam... I rea--" I started to try to explain and I felt myself blushing slightly. "I read some books and they said that conception rate is several times higher if the female achieves orgasm."

A look of understanding and something akin to guilt crossed her face. "I already came once, Jack... and chances are, I'll come at least once again when you're inside me..."

"Please, let me finish this, Sam... It's not just about the books..." I admitted, "I can't tell you how many nights I lie in bed thinking about doing this to you. I could never get tired from the way you taste."

Her body trembled around me and I felt her legs releasing me and dropping back to the bed and I moved my hands to push them apart again as I retook my position in my favorite place in the whole universe.

My tongue went back to lightly pressing against her and I moved my fingers to trace the opening and then slowly slipped them down to her other hole, pressing just slight without penetrating. I moved my fingers back and forth and my tongue found her and pressed deep inside. I knew she was going to be tight around me when I entered her tonight; it was like a reward for our common three weeks of forced celibacy.

I pushed my tongue in again and pulled it back then repeated the action several times, speeding up my rhythm as I went. She was soon writhing above me, her legs tightening a little around my head but not uncomfortably. Her body was rising off the bed every time I thrust my tongue in her tight channel and her moans were growing louder by the second. I glanced up at her and saw her face contorted in ecstasy and I felt my dick swell even more, the amount of blood in that area was making the erection downright painful. Almost as if reading my mind, Sam's muscles spasmed around my tongue announcing her second orgasm of the night.

I barely waited until she was done gasping before moving to cover her body with mine. The head of my dick was pressed against her entrance, the quivering muscles temporarily resisting the invasion. I thrust forward just a little and Sam groaned and her legs moved to wrap around my hips. Pulling back then thrusting a second time made the head breach her slightly. The stronghold grip around my hips tried to pull me deeper inside but this time I was the one who resisted and pulled back.

Big blue eyes looked up at me in question and I just grinned down, then I finally thrust all the way in and Sam couldn't hold back a scream. God, she was as tight as I predicted and the muscles became tighter and tighter around me, the pleasure was bordering on pain when I realized she was coming and I had to bite my lip to keep from shooting my load right then; I wasn't sure if it was just another peak from her recent orgasm or an altogether new one but the look of pleasure on her face told me she didn't quite care about the difference.

I remained still while she finished riding the waves and after a couple of minutes her body stopped trembling and her arms moved to envelop me and I felt her lips pressing against my neck, first just a soft touch and then she applied some pressure. Hands caressed the back of my neck and my whole body shivered. "Uh, I need a second or this will be over real soon," I finally admitted to her and she gave a wholehearted laugh.

I pulled back to look at her and smiled. "How ya doing?" she said to me in a bad Minnesota accent and I laughed.

My hips pulled back all the way until only the head was still in and I pushed forward again. Holy Hannah, I had missed her, I thought as I continued my slow and sure thrusts. I felt her walls expand and contract around me as I pushed further and further into her. "God, you feel so great…"

"You feel great too," she comforted me.

"Talk to me, Carter," I asked and I didn't even have to look at her to know she was smiling. I love hearing her voice while we're having sex; she's got the sexiest voice ever and honestly she can be reading off one of her Theoretical Physics textbooks and it'll still make me hot. This is a definite problem when she's giving a debriefing on an alien device and I have to pay attention to what she's saying… I have to say, what she's saying is definitely not as interesting especially when it involves the words 'in theory' and 'experiment.'

"Well, according to my calculations," she started and I laughed because of all the times I've heard those words out of her mouth, this is definitely my favorite. She continued, "it's been far too long since I felt you inside me… right now I can feel every inch of you and your breath against my neck, the pressure of your hipbones against mine every time you slam into me... my body is humming with pleasure waiting for you..." she trailed off, laughing. "Waiting for you to come inside me."

I groaned at her words. "I think I'm on top of that, no pun intended." I got a giggle for my comedic efforts. I increased my thrusts and she stopped talking, just reveling in the feeling. I moved my hand underneath her ass, pulling her closer to me and opening her more so I could thrust as deep as possible. She enjoyed the change in the angle if her gasping was any indication.

Soon I was lost in the feeling of her around me and I came, as hard as I ever imagined possible. Her screams of pleasure barely registered in my mind as she was lost in another climax and by the time I came back down to Earth, I felt like a smug bastard.

I stayed inside her for a while, my weight pressing down on her and her arms and legs around me. When I finally pulled out from inside her and rolled onto my back next to her, she was already distant from me. I reached for her, rolling her on her side and spooning up against her.

"Don't worry, it's bound to happen sooner or later," I told her.

"At least trying is fun," she said with some humor but we both knew we were past that stage. The first three months trying to conceive are fun; you're stressed but you figure it's still early and you're enjoying yourself… after eleven months you know there's a chance something is very wrong.

"I missed you, Sam…" I nuzzled her hair and kissed the shell of her ear. "You need to come to D.C. more often."

Her head moved on the pillow next to me in a nod. "I've been invited to do a briefing on hyperdrive technology at the Pentagon in two months… I forgot to tell you."

"Two months?" I asked in a tone that probably sounded a lot like a whine.

"This long distance marriage thing kind of sucks, doesn't it?" she asked with a laugh. "How are we going to do this if I get pregnant?" There was a slight ounce of panic in her voice, one that I'd grown accustomed to when we discussed this topic.

I pulled her even closer to me and placed my hand on her stomach. "Not if, when. When you get pregnant."

"Jack, I'm 41. I lead a stressful life and there's still the issue of not knowing the consequences from carrying Jolinar. We need to face the possibility that I might be unable to get pregnant naturally."

"So we'll get pregnant using other ways. We'll talk to the Asgard or the Nox… hell, I'll even talk to the Tollan."

She laughed. "I was thinking more along the lines of artificial insemination or in vitro. I've been on clomid for the past three months and so far nothing."

"Hey, this is the third month so let's give it another chance… kind of like third time is the charm thing." I just hoped we wouldn't end up with octuplets like Apu on that Simpsons' episode where everyone feeds Apu's wife fertility drugs.

"And if—when I get pregnant?"

"We'll finally sit down and tell Landry I made an honest woman out of you eleven months ago."

"Great, so we can be court-martialed," she said with a groan.

"We got married while you were working at Area 51 and therefore not under Homeworld Security jurisdiction. If you weren't under my chain of command, even if they court martial us, they wouldn't get a conviction…" I said with more certainty than I felt… military tribunals weren't exactly unbiased and fair. I tried to reassure her, "We've saved the world, oh nine or ten times – they've let me get away with kidnapping, insubordination, lying on my reports about leaving Daniel in Abydos - I'm pretty sure they'd let us get away with a silly thing like marriage." I tried to comfort her.

She sighed and we knew we'd had this conversation several times, and we both had been at opposite sides of the spectrum - both afraid for our careers but more importantly for the other's image. We'd decided to get married on a whim; late-night calls between Lake Groom and D.C. had been too frequent after our respective transfers and after awhile we realized all the reasons that kept us apart were gone, and the only ones left were created by ourselves. She'd been in Washington for three days and we got married. It was the farthest thing from a dream wedding; no Daniel, no Teal'c, no Hammond. But then again we knew we were gambling with fate so we didn't quite care about a perfect wedding. Cassie was the only person who knew about it. She was Sam's legal ward as long as she was in school and therefore she became my dependant as well after we got married. There had been tears in her voice as she'd congratulated us.

Sam and I both knew that retirement from SG-1 was the safest way to be together without breaking regulations, but I also knew that as soon as we announced our marriage, the rumor mill would be doing some overtime. I'd seen these things go down and it's never pretty; more likely than not, Carter's ability as a scientist and a field operative would take backseat to the fact that she was screwing her former CO. People would make incorrect assumptions as to when the affair began and few people would actually care about the truth. We decided to wait a while longer before sharing the news, hoping that would keep the speculation to a minimum - except that fate put Sam back in SG-1 and under my chain of command and our fears of a court martial returned. For the past thirteen months I'd made more friends at JAG Corps than in my entire career. If our case was investigated, I wanted to make sure I had friends in debt willing to help us.

I tried to break away from the dark place my mind was taking me. I didn't want any more lost sleep over rules and regulations… eight, nine years were more than enough. I pointed at the dark sky out there and the whiteness of the waves crashing into the port. "Hey, at least even if we don't find the Ancient Library, you and I completed our mission."

"Our mission doesn't count," she teased. "I didn't get any – what do you call them? Doohickeys…? I didn't get any of them to study, sir."

"Well, Carter, I'm sure I can find you some piece of equipment to study. But you have to give me until morning, the batteries don't recharge as quickly as they used to." I said as I stifled a yawn.

She laughed. "Maybe it's a defective power core, General. I should definitely check it out."

"In the morning, Colonel. In the morning." I conceded as I kissed her one last time before drifting off to sleep.

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Interlude - Daniel

Daniel's POV

To say I was excited doesn't even begin to describe it. I was expecting a sleepless night after tossing and turning for hours but I passed out as soon as I hit the mattress. I felt kind of bad about it because Jack and I hadn't spent time together in months and I missed our dynamics, but I was too busy snoring to do anything about it.

What surprised me was that instead of being awakened by the wake-up call, what brought me back to consciousness was a firm body curling against my back.

"Jack?!" I exclaimed in surprise as I jumped as far away as I could in the queen-sized bed. I'd missed the guy but this was definitely not what I'd had in mind.

A soft chuckle echoed behind me. "You know Daniel, you never cease to surprise me. Honestly, Jack? I mean he's good looking and all but he's not as good-looking as me. Of course, no one could blame the guy, one could go a whole quadrant without seeing someone quite like me."

The shorts she was wearing were probably a crime punishable by death in over a hundred cultures and her tight tank top showed me her best-- uh, features quite nicely. That meant of course that it took me a minute or two to concentrate on the problem at hand. "Vala? What the hell are you doing here?" I finally managed to ask as I stood up on the floor next to the bed and tried to ignore the response my body was giving her.

Her only reply was a seductive smile. She was so infuriating!

My eyes darted over to the queen bed behind her where there was no sign of its former occupant. "Where's Jack?"

"I kicked him out." She stated simply. Then she was on her knees and moving towards me on the bed and there was nothing but wall behind me so I was cornered. "I was lonely and bored, Daniel. Plus I think I have what you people call jet lag so I couldn't sleep."

"You kicked Brigadier General Jack O'Neill out of his hotel room so we could--" I trailed off as I moved my hands between our bodies. The distance was pretty small so I'm not sure she got the idea; her response was to put her hands on my chest and close the distance between us even more. "Are you out of your mind?!?" I asked her as harshly as I could.

"Oh, come on, Daniel, don't be a prude." Her accent was doing delightful things to my aroused state but I wasn't about to let her know that. "I didn't exactly kick him out; he wasn't unwilling to switch rooms." She explained after a brief look of hurt crossed her features.

"Switch rooms?!" I thought out loud. "You mean you actually got him to switch rooms with you? You're making the guy share a room with Sam?"

"As I said, he wasn't unwilling." Her mischievous look told me she knew something I didn't and that always bothers me.

"Do you even know what you're putting him through?" I wished I were wearing glasses so I could pull them off now and clean them. As it was, I was just stuck looking at a semi-blurry Vala with remarkably un-blurry cleavage. "I am sorry I didn't explain this to you earlier, but Jack and Sam, they're both Air Force officers in the same chain of command... they have--" I tried to come up with a good word to describe it, "--unresolved feelings towards each other. Feelings they can't act upon because of the Air Force and their rules and regulations, so you basically put the guy in a no-win situation that's borderline torture."

She laughed a deep-hearted laugh. "You're kidding, right? Are you people blind? I mean I can understand Cam turning a blind eye, especially with the whole Air Force nonsense, but do you mean to actually tell me you haven't seen the signs?"

I frowned. "Signs?"

"They're together, Danny," she stated matter-of-factly. "No unresolved feelings there. They're hitting the sack, doing the two-backed beast, playing hide the salami," she elaborated. Man, I needed to kill Teal'c for giving her that book on Tau'ri slang, "doing the horizontal mambo, a bit of the old in & out, having a roll in the hay, burping the worm in the mole hole--"

"Okay, I get the idea!" I interrupted her. Yeah, Teal'c was definitely a dead Jaffa when I saw him next. I hope he enjoyed his time with his grandson because he wouldn't live to see any more offspring. "So you're telling me that Jack and Sam are having an affair and keeping it a secret?" I asked her, still in disbelief.

"They're not the only ones, are they?" She asked with a pout and a tilt of her head.

Oh great, I was so not up for this conversation. I liked to think of this non-relationship between us as... well, as Vala using me for her personal satisfaction. Not that I complained, in fact quite the contrary. There are not enough words in any language to describe Vala, but if I were forced to use some they would probably be bold, insufferable, insane, troublesome, tiresome, bothersome and several other adjectives ending in -some. But yet underneath it all, I seemed to be drawn to her like a moth to fire, waiting for my slow painful death. Maybe it had something to do with those communication stones or those Goa'uld bracelets from hell, but she's like a car accident on the side of the road and I just can't keep myself away. "Listen, we should probably not do this on missions..."

She rolled her eyes. "You weren't opposed to it on P5X-793..." she argued, "... or on P9-- whatever, that other planet with the nice music and the pretty artifacts."

Ok, point taken. "Yeah, but that still doesn't mean that it's a good idea."

"It's all in the eye of the beholder my darling. A bad idea for you sounds like a remarkable idea to me." Then she flashed me her smile and I saw my resolution wither. "Come on, Daniel, this is not even an official mission."

Well, she was right. But I wasn't about to give in so easily.

She continued her argument, "Plus it's not like I can just go back to my room... I wouldn't want to interrupt anything between your friends."

Yeah, that would definitely make things worse.

"So we might as well seize the opportunity."

I gave up on the argument as her mouth met mine in an enticing and inviting manner.

Oh right, this was why I couldn't stay away, why she burrowed herself in my mind after the Prometheus incident.

She tasted like sin and salvation all mixed into one and for some reason this woman who turned heads all over the galaxy was taken with me. Sha're had been gorgeous and perfect, so intelligent and innocent, her beauty hidden and enhanced by her demeanor and the exact type to fall for a guy like me. Hathor would hardly count, since I didn't have much say in the matter, but she was just using me to produce her offspring, so it's not like she'd shown feelings for me. Then Sarah and Linea/Ke'ra and the subsequent women... they'd all been dangerous in their own way and beautiful, but Vala redefines danger and beauty. Of course, counting my Goa'uld track record, it's nice that for once I developed feelings for one who already had the snake removed, saving me a whole lot of heartache.

Did I say feelings? It must've been the Alexandria heat, I reasoned as a warm tongue found its way around my mouth with its usual ease and mastery. It should be illegal how good she is at this.

A weak sound made its way to my ears and I realized with some fear that it was my own moan. She had barely touched me and I was already moaning like-- I don't even know what. That's another thing that drives me insane about her, she can make me speechless with the blink of an eye.

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Interlude - Vala

Vala's POV

Oh my Daniel... so much passion, one wouldn't even give the four-eyed Archaeolinguist Tau'ri a second look, but once you scratched the surface (and I do mean it literally sometimes), there was one of the most passionate men I'd ever been with.

The list was quite long but most of those were from my time as Quetesh and therefore they should not count, seeing as I had very little to do with her choices. Before I was taken as a host I had not had anyone, saving myself for my beloved fiancé and that was a waste of time considering that marriage never happened. So it shouldn't be a surprise that after Quetesh was removed, I did what a girl had to do to survive and I was not ashamed of it. Some of it was quite fun even, but Daniel had just gotten me in a grip like no one before.

He pulled me from the bed and pushed me against the hotel dresser where the TV sat. He must've worked out the schematics in his brain and realized that the specific piece of furniture was too low for anything fun, so he moved back and pressed me against the wall of the hotel room. He was definitely awake as he unceremoniously pushed me to my knees. His shirt was thrown across the room and his boxers were quickly removed and I licked my lips in anticipation, feeling my mouth water at the simple thought of his taste. See, I'm not one to claim I enjoy this act a lot, but there was something about getting the good doctor so hot for me and making him lose all his inhibitions and push me to my knees that's quite endearing and flattering.

He was already as hard as a rock and I let my lips open wide to accommodate him. At first I only allowed the head in and wrapped my tongue around it. I licked it softly in a teasing way then I tapped the swollen tissue with my flattened tongue, drawing a long moan from him. Next I slowly let my lips drag down half his length, reveling in the way that the hard shaft felt as it filled me up. I let most of it slide out of my mouth and then back in, repeating the motion over and over again in the slowest pace possible. When he least expected it, I surprised him by allowing more of him in, everything I could take without causing an embarrassing situation. This time he growled and his hand shot out to grab my hair; he didn't change the pace or push himself inside my mouth though, he just moved my hair out of my face so he had a better view.

I continued what I was doing, which was trying to drive him absolutely insane with lust hoping he would understand what he did to me. Soon he pulled me back up and pushed me face first onto the bed, my shorts haphazardly moved down my thighs just a few inches enough for him to get where he needed to be. There was no need to check and make sure I was prepared, he knew fully well that I'd gotten wet just from going down on him. When he finally thrust into me, I had to bite my lips to keep from waking up the entire hotel.

His thrusts were hard and powerful, nothing sweet or soft in the way he was taking me and it only made me moan louder. He could read me like a book and I was quite aware of how he treated his books, a shudder running through me as I felt the powerful waves of a climax approaching me. His wonderful assault of my body continued until he felt me coming around him, my muscles gripping him so hard I was afraid I'd do permanent damage.

As I recovered from my orgasm, I realized he'd stopped thrusting. I knew he hadn't come because he was still inside me and he wouldn't have risked finishing in there, especially since we had no idea if those Earth birth control pills were working on my physiology of not and we'd never quite gotten around to those prophylactics I kept hearing about.

It was his turn to surprise me as he pulled out his still throbbing member. He pulled me up from where I lay on my stomach and turned me over so he could see me. He removed my shorts completely and helped me get out of my top. When he entered me again, there was none of the hard, powerful thrusts of before. His hand touched the side of my face and I pulled him down for a kiss, hoping he hadn't seen the tears forming in my eyes.

We continued to rock together, slowly and steadily. He would stop every time our pace seemed to pick up, waiting until our breathing slowed down again and then he would restart. This was how I'd become lost to him; his ability to put everything aside to achieve pleasure and at the same time he could just make my world stop with one touch or one kiss. He could be passionate and sweet and he was honest and faithful to his friends.

I was still myself but when he was around, it seemed like that wasn't enough, I had to work harder to make things right. Part of me still hated him for it, for making me feel like some redemption cause he'd picked up along the way but I couldn't stay mad long enough when he was thrusting into me so perfectly as he trailed big wet open kisses down my neck.

I orgasmed once again before he finally allowed himself to seek his own release. Pulling out, he finished on my stomach, the warmth of it worth the mess. Always the gentleman, he got up and brought the box of tissues from the bathroom and cleaned me up and he surprised me the second time that night when he slipped back in bed with me and spooned up against my back, drifting off the sleep of libraries and alien cultures undoubtedly.

After a few minutes, I felt unconsciousness pulling at me and I realized that the nights we spent together were the only ones I had no nightmares of Adria.

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Interlude - Sam

Sam's POV

I woke up as a very hard erection pushed into me from behind. Apparently my body had unconsciously prepared for the invasion because I was wet and it slid easily into me. I moaned loud and blissfully, "Jack, oh... yes."

Morning sex was definitely one of my favorite things and one we hadn't been able to indulge in very often. We were in the same position we were in when we fell asleep, him spooned up against my back and he seemed to have taken advantage of the situation and I was infinitely grateful.

"Sorry," he apologized unnecessarily and without an ounce of honesty. "It was up when I opened my eyes, I figured we might give it a second try."

I smiled even though he couldn't see my face. His forehead pressed against my shoulder and I reached a hand up to feel his soft gray hair. I didn't spend any time reminding him that his sperm count would probably be too low so soon after last night because honestly it didn't matter - he was inside me, and the world felt right again.

Our pace was slow for several minutes, as the sun hadn't risen yet. We took our time letting our climaxes build and they finally hit once the first rays of daylight started filtering in. He didn't release me for several minutes as we lay together in bed and I couldn't help but realize that other couples get to do this all the time and they take it for granted.

"Thank you," I told him simply and he kissed my shoulderblade.

"You're welcome." I could feel his grin against my skin.

I could hear the carts being pushed outside as the hotel staff started their breakfast service. "We should get up soon. Switch rooms before Cam wakes up."

"You call him Cam," Jack complained behind me. "and he calls you Sam."

I turned in his arms so I could see his eyes and finally saw the jealousy I'd picked up from his voice. But he wasn't jealous of his wife; he knew exactly how I felt about him and he was secure in our relationship. Brigadier General Jack O'Neill was jealous of his second-in-command. I smiled and shook my head. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"I've been told that once or-- ten times." He replied.

"Did you ever wonder why I continued to call you sir even after we became friends?"

"Because it helped you distance yourself from our feelings?" He answered and I shook my head again.

"Maybe it helped with that, but mostly it's because I respected you more than life itself. The moment I walked into that briefing room and I saw you for the first time, I saw a true leader." I also thought he was a pompous bastard who had a problem with authority, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "Cam and I are equal ranks, so we can get away with calling each other by our first names... and I respect him as an officer and he's a good commander, but I have never met anyone as worthy of being called sir as you." I explained and he looked downright surprised.

I don't think he would ever truly understand... due to our relationship and the Air Force, it would be so much easier for me to be the one to give up my career. It had nothing to do with being punished for being a woman; he was already a General and held a much higher position than me but he would never allow me to quit. He said once he wouldn't die happy until I outranked him and I knew he was telling the truth. I loved this man more than life itself. I'd been engaged twice before him - once to a man I respected and once to a man I loved, but it wasn't until Jack that both things were one and the same.

Leaving him still speechless in bed, I headed for the shower.

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