Chapter Five

Sam approached his hospital bed cautiously. She didn't want to disturb him, but the nurse had said he could have visitors. Jack was lying flat on his back, his left shoulder swathed in bandages. His left wrist was in a removable cast, and a large piece of gauze covered the injury on his forehead. He also had a black eye. Standing near his right hip, Sam took his right hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles in small circles. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Hey."

"Hey," she replied and gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile. "How do you feel?"

"I've felt better," he admitted.

"I've seen you look worse. Well…maybe not." She had never been good at lying, and quite frankly he looked terrible.

Hearing her response, Jack arched his eyebrows at her, and even that made his chest hurt.

Seeing his pained expression, Sam felt terrible for having caused him further pain.

"I should go before I hurt you even more," she told him, the double meaning obvious to both. She turned to leave, but Jack grabbed her hand.

"Sam, stay! You haven't caused me any more pain than I've caused myself. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you last night. I was stupid and selfish. I wouldn't blame you if you never want to see me again," he admitted. Then he closed his eyes. He didn't want to see how upset she was ... particularly since he was to blame.

Taking a deep breath and blinking till her vision had cleared, she was surprised to see a tear sneak out from under his left eyelid. She wondered if it was due to the physical injury, or the emotional one he was obviously experiencing.

"Jack, what we did ... it wasn't just you ... it was both of us. I wanted to make love to you last night. You didn't take advantage of me. Is that what you thought...that I was so weak that I just let you?"

"You've been beating yourself up over Cassie, and I thought..." Sam didn't let him finish. She could hear the confusion in his voice, and she knew what he had been thinking. And he was so wrong!

"Jack O'Neill, you don't really think I'd let any man take advantage of me, do you? You must know by now that I'd kick their ass if they tried!" Her eyes were smiling now, although tears still glistened in the big blue orbs.

"So you're not going to kick my ass?" He opened his eyes...well, one anyway...the left one was swollen shut...and looked at her.

"No, not going to kick it. May spank it a little though ... when you're naughty. Now get some rest. And if you're good, they may allow you to go home tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and I'll be taking some time off from the SGC. I've got a sick friend who needs a nursemaid."

"Lucky guy? Do I know him?" He tugged on her hand, pulling her closer to him until she was bent down, her face just over his. Her breath smelled like cinnamon and something sweet...maybe, he thought, it's just her.

"I'm not sure. And I may be sorry; they say he's a difficult patient, " she told him, chuckling.

Bending down even more she kissed the tip of his nose as he slipped his hand around her neck to pull her down to his mouth. Considering the pain he was in and the setting, the kiss was longer than she had expected. When he released her, she was ready to climb into the hospital bed and screw him senseless. But of course she couldn't do that in his condition or in this public place, so she just said 'good-night' and left, giving him a little wave right before going through the big double doors.

When Sam had gotten home she had slept like a baby, and now...promptly at ten hundred hours... she was back at the hospital to see Jack. When she got to the emergency ward she was told he had been moved to a semi-private room and was to be kept until the following day. She could her him ranting at someone before she even reached his room. It turned out to be the SGC's own doctor, Dr. Janet Frasier.

"Now Colonel, I will not change my mind. If you continue to press the issue, I could see to it that you spend your entire convalescent period in a nursing facility, you know. And I will, if I hear any more of your complaints!" Janet knew how to handle Jack O'Neill by now! After over four years of having to deal with the obstinate, rude man, she had his number!

"Janet! Hey, how's the patient?"

"Good morning Sam! The patient isn't being very cooperative with the nurses, and if his attitude doesn't change he will find himself in very hot water with me," she said sternly, her eyes shifting to Jack.

He was, of course, pretending to be calm while an older woman finished changing the bandage on his forehead. Inside he was a mass of anxiety, pain and boredom, but he wasn't going to let on in front of Sam.

"See if you can talk some sense into him, Sam. I've got to run. The SGC awaits!"

They watched as Janet and the nurse left the room. Then she pulled the privacy curtain shut and came up to his bed, reaching for Jack's right hand. Sam had noticed the other bed in the room was empty, so when he pulled her down for a good-morning kiss, she hopped up on the bed so she could be closer to him.

"What's got you all bent out of shape, Jack," she asked, leaning over him provocatively. The little top she had on had a scoop neckline, and now he could see the tops of those luscious breasts. Part of his anatomy began to sit up and take notice, and he groaned.

"Napoleon and her crones won't let me go home today," he told her, faking a frown. In reality it was hard to frown when the woman he loved was bending over and giving him such a fine view of her tits. And what fine tits they are, he thought, his desire numbing any pain he felt from his injuries.

"So I heard. Tomorrow is not that far off, Jack. And besides it will give me time to prepare for your homecoming," she said, quickly brushing her lips across one eyebrow...the one without the black eye under it. His eye was totally swollen shut by now, but she thought he looked gorgeous anyway.

"What's to prepare," he asked, squirming noticeably in the bed. Why did they always tuck these hospital sheets in so damned tight, he wondered, as his cock begged for space to expand. 'There, that's better.' He relaxed as he felt the blood rushing into his groin.

"I thought I'd go buy groceries. I bet you haven't shopped in a month!" She knew he hardly ever bought anything but beer even when he was at home a lot. Lately they had been on one off-world mission after the other, so she was certain a little shopping was in order.

"Well, I guess you have a point. You still got your key?" She, Jack and Daniel had exchanged keys, just in case. Teal'c lived on base, so he didn't have to worry about getting locked out or having his friends come over to water the plants or take in the mail when he was gone.

"Yes, I've got it. I'll go over this afternoon and get the place ready for you. And I've got a couple of recipes I want to try." And I've got something I'd like to try on you, pretty lady, he thought wickedly.

She was closely examining his face now, running her nose along his skin...his cheeks with those huge dimples, his chin with the day-old growth of whiskers, his nose...which she thought had the most perfect shape, his eyelashes...of which she was jealous, and his thin lips...sculpted as though by some talented Italian artisan. She tested her theory. Yes! His lips were smooth and soft and the perfect shape for hers. She gave him a short, sweet kiss...no open mouth, just an innocent kiss.

Sam sat up straight again, and Jack tried to follow her, lifting his head just a couple of inches before wincing in pain again. He let his head drop to the pillow. 'Damn! Try and remember what she said!'

He needed to concentrate or else he'd rip her clothes off and fuck her right here! Well, he would have if he could, he thought, upset again with his bad luck. Why am I always getting hurt? he groused to himself. He cleared his throat and willed his by-now-fully-engorged cock to calm the hell down, before some nurse came in and saw it ridiculously tenting the sheet.

Concentrate on the conversation, you rotten old lecher! Suddenly he had it! He cleared his throat, but his words still came out like a screech.

"You cook? Sorry, need a drink of water." Jack had never heard her mention cooking anything, and for some reason he had always suspected she didn't know how or didn't like cooking. Sam held the glass and straw under his nose and he took a sip of water. "Thanks."

"Of course I can cook! My Dad taught me. Wait till you try my Spaghetti and Meatballs Ala Jacob," she bragged.

Well, THAT name had certainly helped deflate his over-eager dick, he thought.

"What's in it...arsenic for ole Jack?" He knew her father wasn't too fond of him, a fact that had him more than a bit worried. What would Jacob do when he found out about him and Sam?

"Jaaaack! Why would you say a thing like that?"

"Cause I know Jacob doesn't like me, Sam. In fact, when he finds out what I've done to his little girl, he'll probably kill me," he told her honestly.

"I will not listen to such foolishness, Jack! I'm gonna go now and run some errands for myself. Then I'll go over to your house and clean and get some food. I'll see you during the evening visiting hours!" She kissed him quickly and tried to escape, but he had his arm around her and wouldn't let go. "Jack, I really need to go," she told him trying to stifle a laugh.

"No! I wanna fuck your brains out right here," he whispered in her ear, his errant cock throbbing against the sheet.

"I don't think you could... in your condition, Jack," she told him in a taunting voice. Then she looked down at the enormous bulge in the sheet and stood corrected. "What I meant to say is...we can't...here."

Maybe he could convince her otherwise. He began to nibble on her ear, while his right hand slid up under her sweater. In a heartbeat he had her bra unfastened and her sweater pulled up to expose one breast.

Looking around to make sure the privacy curtain was pulled shut all around his bed, Sam leaned over his face, her breast suspended within his reach. Jack sucked the pert, dusty rose nipple into his mouth and Sam felt a gushing sensation between her legs.

Sam braced herself with her arms on his bed above the pillow, so she could run her fingers through his hair. She was on her knees now, leaning the rest of her weight on her forearms. His right hand rubbed the seam of her jeans till her reaction told him he had found her clit. Then he worked his finger furiously against the ridge of material there as he suckled her tit, and very soon Sam found herself losing control, her cry of release muffled in the pillow beside his head.

Her body had fallen to the bed when she came and was now lying partially on his. As she began to come back from her euphoric state, she realized she might be hurting him, so she quickly lifted her body, sitting with one leg under her and the other hanging over the side of the bed. Her shoes had fallen off and were lying on the floor. Just then a nurse came in, dragging the curtain aside with a yank of her hand.

"Visiting hours are over. It's time for Mr. O'Neill's sponge bath, so if you'll..."

Sam got the hint, although she didn't like the idea of this woman touching her man. Reluctantly she jumped down off the bed. After slipping into her shoes, she leaned over and kissed Jack quickly on the lips.

"I'll be back in the morning. Oh, thank you!"

He smiled and looked curious. "For what?"

She bent over and whispered in his right ear. "For that terrific orgasm. I'm only sorry I can't help you with your little...er...BIG problem. And if you let that woman touch it, I'll cut it off!" She smiled and winked, and then she was gone, leaving Jack to concentrate with all his might on dead puppies, ugly nurses and Jacob Carter. Yep, that last one did it!

TBC