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His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer against him. Her body moved against him, slowly, teasing, and he groaned quietly. She was lying on the top of him, her hands in his short hair, her lips and tongue tasting him, his body feeling his desire for her.

She pulled back, to look into his dark eyes, a small smile creeping on her lips as she saw the passion, the desire, the need for her in there. He wanted her. As much as she wanted him. He moved his body so the center of everything that was hot and soft and ready in her came in full contact with his hardness.

A rush of lust washed over him and he groaned quietly against her mouth.

He rolled them over, she now lying under him, and she enjoyed the feel of his weight on her. His hands sneaked under her shirts, finding the silky skin and her eyes fell close, her back arching, soft moans audible only for his ears.

He knew he was too rough. His hands were leaving bruises in her body, but he couldn´t stop.

His lips left hers, trailing down on her neck, his teeth nibbling, biting, leaving marks. She pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, hands finding a way under his shirt, fingers caressing, touching his bare back. His hand traveled down to touch her, and he felt her nails digging against the skin of his back, her breathing coming faster as she shamelessly rubbed her body against his hand.

A smug grin crept on his lips and he pulled his hand away. Her eyes flew open in protest. "Too many clothes." His whisper made her shiver. But she couldn´t agree more.

Still not completely naked, but much more satisfied with the situation, he pressed his lips against hers again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands cupped her cheeks.

Maybe it was the realization that they were going to be executed the next day that made her pull away from his kiss. He looked at her confused. She moved one hand to touch his cheek, smiling sadly at the roughness of the skin.

"I love you." She said, her blue eyes meeting his dark ones. "I´m not saying that because of this." She smiled a little. "I want you to know that I
have loved you for a long time now."

He leaned to kiss her gently. "I know."

They kissed again. And it felt natural. It felt right.

"And I love you too." His words were a soft whisper into her ear and shivers ran through her body.

He pressed his lips against hers again, and she felt like melting. His hands found her throbbing center and she couldn´t stop the moan escaping from her lips. They were still half dressed when he finally entered her and she wanted to scream out with pleasure. She pressed her face against his shoulder, trying to keep quiet.

He started to move, slowly at first, wanting to make it last. But she felt so good around him. Her quiet pleas for more were driving him crazy with lust. He pumped faster into her, her hands grabbing his shoulders, her teeth leaving nasty marks on his skin, and he was so close.

His fingers reached to touch her and it was all she needed. The first orgasm came with a full force, the pleasure washing over her, and she fought hard to stay quiet.

He gave her only a little time to recover before starting to move again, needing only a little time to empty himself in her, and bringing her over the edge again. Her eyes were closed, her breathing fast as she tried to gather herself. He breathed heavily himself, face buried against her neck. He was tired, but happy.

Her heart was still racing when she felt his lips against her cheek, placing soft and gentle kisses all over her face. A sly smile appeared on her lips when she felt him rolling over, freeing her from his heavy weight. She turned on her side, facing him, cupping his face with her hand and placing a kiss on his full lips.

He pulled the blanket tighter around them. "Are you cold?" He asked softly when she cuddled closer to him.

"Not yet." She smiled against his chest, inhaling deep of his scent. The scent of sex they had just had. She smiled wider.

It had been mind blowing, breath taking, Earth shattering sex.

She felt her eyes falling close and fought against the sleep that threatened to take her away from the reality of where she really was lying in the arms of the man she had loved for so long. It had been her dream for a long time.

"Go to sleep." He whispered. "I´ll be right here when you wake up."

And she let the sound of his breathing to lull her into a sleep.

And when she woke up an hour later, she felt cold, her body shivering involuntarily. His hold around her tightened. "Hey."

"Hey." She looked up to his eyes, frowning a little at his tired face. He had not slept.

"You should get dressed." He said, and she nodded. Any minute the door could be open and they would be dragged out into the storm.

"Jack! Sam! You´re awake?" Daniel´s voice was tired as well.

She shivered again as he left the warmth of their small, self made bed and left her alone under the blanket. If the other two members of their team had heard anything in the night, their faces showed nothing. She stood up as well, the blanket wrapped around her body and she walked to the door where Jack was talking with whispered voices with Daniel and Teal´c.

Four heads turned toward the doors as they heard the locks being opened. It was a simple, unconscious, small movement from him as he took a small step closer to the door, now standing between her and the coming threat. She reached for his hand, and leaned slightly against his back.

Daniel looked at her, the fear in his eyes wasn´t because of himself, but because of her sake. All three men had always been protective over her. She offered him a reassuring smile over Jack´s shoulder.

This was it.

The sleepy and surprised shouts from the other prisoners when they were forced out to witness the execution didn´t bother the guards as they dragged them out.

They were forced on their knees, the four of them. The cold wind howling, the snow falling from the ever grey sky, it was a miserable day coming, again. And Jack O´Neill knew he really hated PX4-112. "I am so never coming to this planet ever again." He muttered.

"I´ve never actually liked winter, you know." Daniel said looking up to the sky.

"Silence!" Came a sharp shout from the leader of the execution group. "I´ll give you one more chance to answer my questions."

He kindly gave them many more chances, each refused answer to his question earning them more bruises and cuts. Daniel was lying on the snowy ground, the last kick from the guard having broken a few ribs. "I´ll just stay here for a minute if that´s okay." He said, the pain reflecting from his face. But he was roughly pulled back on his knees. "Guess not."

The next hit made Jack´s forehead start to bleed again, the blood running down onto his face, blurring his vision. Teal´c was taking the hits without a word. Flinching only when they turned their attention to Carter.

"It´s pretty clear that we´re not telling you shit, so could you please just shoot us so we could get over it." Jack shouted as they approached Sam. She reached for his hand, fingers curling around his. She turned to look at him, a lonely tear falling down on her cheek as she saw his bruised face. She wanted to touch him, wipe the blood away, place the last kiss on his swollen lips. But she just squeezed his hand. And he squeezed back.

"Very well." The man said nodding to the four men with bows.

Three pairs of eyes fell closed, Teal´c didn´t even a blink.

The bright light reached them first, the arrows flying through the air where they had but a second before kneeled in the snow and hit the wooded wall of the building behind them.

The snow kept falling from the sky, slowly covering the bloodied ground. The disappointed shout of the executor disappeared with the wind.

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