AU: When an exploration mission goes way off the left field, Jack and Sam are left to patch up their lives. Will that door stay open?
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters are the property of MGM/Amazon. No copyright infringement intended. I am once again taking my favourite two Gaters for a walk in an Alternate Universe. Takes place after 5.05 Red Sky with some canon episodes skipped (overlooked) and others referenced.
Rating: Mature. Contains sexual content, foreplay, dream sex. Read up until the OoOoOo, then skip until you see it again down the bottom.
Chapter 24: Dreaming of Shadows
Early Monday morning - Shadow Sam
"Hey." I said to the shadow in the corner as I entered the room. She was sleeping again despite having slept for most of yesterday afternoon after our fathers' visit to heal her deeper wounds.
Turning his dark eyes away from her, he looked at me. "Hey. How's it going?" He asked, referring to my thorough systematic screwing of one Colonel Jack O'Neill.
"He jerked off to the little video you've had for years." I responded, smirking at his salacious smile, and raised eyebrows.
"Again?" He shook his head and crossed his arms.
"Yeah. If I had have known, I'd have recorded it naked." He smirked as he dragged his eyes over my poor excuse for a Class A uniform. Cocking my hip, I smiled, letting his eyes drink me in, enjoying the frisson of heat rippling through my body. I might be incorporeal, but I wasn't dead. In my book, there was nothing better than a no holds barred Jack O'Neill. He was sexy as hell with his walls, but without them – the man was a god damned sex fiend with a side of Oh my God!
"He's going on a mission to help the Russian's." I ignored the noise he made; it was a well-known fact that Jack had no love for the Russian's after spending the better part of the early eighties conducting black ops missions in the Eastern Bloc countries. "I'm going with him."
"Are you?" He drawled, his eyes already on their second tour of my body.
I smiled. "Yeah, the ziggurat isn't far from the Stargate, so I will be fine." I informed him. We had discovered that we needed the relative closeness of either the ruined buildings on -755, a Stargate, or worst-case scenario, someone with Naquadah in their blood to remain apart from our counterparts.
My Jack had hitched a ride from the ruins to the Stargate with Sam. If he joined back with himself, he would be boxed up and hidden deep within the Colonel's psyche. Eventually, the same would happen to me once she got her wits back and resumed practicing the art of hiding her feelings. We needed this mission of ours to be successful if we wanted out of our respective boxes.
"Is that wise?" He asked, a slight hint of trepidation entering his tone. He was concerned that if I got too far away from the Gate on this mission, I would cease to exist. Since that was not an option, I would make sure to stay within our agreed radius. Jack had been just beyond SG-1's campsite on -755. He didn't start fading until he was almost two clicks from the ruins, which is when he started hitchhiking.
"It'll give me more opportunities to torment you." Walking over, I trailed my fingers down his cheek and onto his neck, my tongue flicking out to lick my lower lip.
He chuckled. "When did I become so concerned with the rules?" His dark eyes penetrated mine as we danced a hairs breath from each other's lips. "What did you do to me?"
"Me? Now Jack, I am anything but a good girl. I just don't get caught, Sir." I purred my response, drawing him in for a kiss before pulling away before he could take it to the next level.
"Mmm, maybe you should remind her how bad you can be." He told me as he chased my lips. "You're evil Samantha." He admonished, then motioning his head to the sleeping form of my counterpart. "Want to make her dream?"
I smiled brightly, making him smirk back at me. "Sure, I don't leave for a few hours. Are you going to let her finish?" I asked. "Because if I'm in her body, you had better make me scream flyboy." I said, reminding him that these versions of us could only climax in certain situations, a dream being one of them. To do so in the waking world, we would both need to be hitching a ride with our corporeal counterparts.
"Oh yeah, I like it when you finish. Maybe you should let him finish. Give him something to crave." He advised against my method of dealing with his counterparts' inaction.
I shook my head, "No. I want him so horny, so sick of his hand and cold showers that he'll snap. I want him to take her – claim her. I want to be there to feel him fill us with his love. She doesn't remember the ruins, but if she did… well, she wouldn't be thinking of leaving. If he takes her hard, those walls she's rebuilding will crumble. She won't want to leave, and I will get my man."
"Your man?" He queried. I smiled and removed my jacket and skirt by willing them to disappear, leaving just my stilettos and fishnets, giving him full view of my breasts and mons. "Fuck me, get on that bed woman!" He groaned out, making his own BDU's fizzle out revealing just how ready he was.
Joining with the woman on the bed, I entered her mind, the place where – until a few weeks ago – I had been a prisoner. Before shadow Jack woke me up, giving me the ability to unconsciously direct my corporeal counterpart to take what she wanted. Unbeknownst to her, the ruined dome Jack had her pressed into contained the very same technology that uncaged my Jack. She didn't even notice the zap while he drilled her. It hadn't been as powerful as the one received by Jack, but it had been enough.
She was standing in a meadow, enjoying the sun when I opened the way for Jack to appear in the field behind her.
"Hey." He said, we turned and squinted at him. His blessed nakedness changed to a light blue shirt over a white shirt and blue jeans. I was in a halter-neck summer dress and slides, not that it mattered. In this place, we were in control. Everything was in our minds, if we said no clothes, then voila! Gone.
"Hi Sir." We responded; the automatic use of that title made me cringe. Probing her mind with his name, she smiled and corrected herself, "Sorry, Jack." He smiled back sending warm tingles through our body.
"Shall we?" He invited with a wave of his hand to a picnic setting that had not been there moments ago. Taking a seat, he handed me a glass of wine, knowing it would lower my inhibitions, well her inhibitions. Mine were already way down there just waiting for her to wave the go flag.
"Thank you." We took a drink. "Mmm, what is this?"
"Honey Mead. Sweet, but not too sweet. Just like you." He responded with that smile. I could feel her tense slightly at his comment. She was holding on tight. If only Daniel had not reminded her that Jack was her CO. I had worked hard to hide that piece of information during her recovery. Prior to that conversation, she had been taking certain forbidden liberties.
Taking the chance that her mind was pliable enough, I gently probed her mind to locate the memory of her kissing him, amplifying his response, making sure to focus on the feel of his tongue against hers. She took in a sharp breath and downed the drink. Seeing his lubricity blossom through her eyes, I watched as he moved from his seated position onto his knees to 'walk' that little bit closer. I could feel the blood rushing through our body as he brought his lips closer. He was barely an inch away when she grabbed his head and pulled him in, kissing him with all the fervour of a starving woman.
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"I want you, Jack. Please." She begged and I rejoiced. Restraining myself from misting the dress away was hard, but I knew that Jack liked the undressing stage. He turned undressing into a form of foreplay that I knew would drive me crazy, but she needed everything he was willing to give.
"You've got me, Sam." He groaned, pushing her back onto the blanket as his lips started their journey along her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbone. Suspending himself with one hand, the other made its way down the valley between her breasts and along her midsection, the temporarily lengthened thumbnail scrapping the underside of her dress clad breast while his lips and teeth followed the same path going the opposite direction.
"Jack… Jack… please!" She begged. Yes, dammit Jack! I hollered from inside her mind, knowing he could hear me curse at his slow torture. Take me… take me! I ordered while he nipped and sucked one nipple through the dress, his thumbnail scrapping and flicking the other one, sending frissons of torturous pleasure through my body, his low chuckle adding to the sensations.
"You sure?"
"Yes! Goddammit!" I screamed, momentarily breaking through the meek and trembling version of myself. He smiled, his dark eyes telling me I was about to get my wish.
"Off." He ordered, flicking at the dress. "Do I still get my appetiser, or is it straight to the main course?"
"Make me scream, Sir." I ordered before the owner of the dream wrangled control from me. By the time she was back, his tongue was buried inside her, thumb dancing across her clit. "Oh God! Holy… Hahh… ahhhh." We cried out, hips lifting off the ground trying to get closer. Gripping the sides of our hips, Jack pushed them back to the ground and held them in place while his tongue plunged and withdrew.
Trying to lift our hips was impossible, so we sank our fingers into his hair and held his head in place while rolling our pelvis up in time with his thrusts. "Oh… ohhh… ahhh… yeah… yeah… yeah!" We cried together as our words turned to moans. Suddenly he stopped the thrusting and dancing, instead sucking our clit into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue across it. Pleasure turned to white hot oversensitivity just as he plunged two long fingers inside and bit down.
"Fuck-fuck-shit… ahhhhhh!" We screamed when the fire enflamed into an inferno and exploded tingles within our body. Before we had even recovered, his lips were on ours, his clothes gone and his heavy cock probing for entrance. Wrapping our legs over his hips, we welcomed him in, urging him to take us hard. After that spectacular orgasm, by-the-book Sam had let me out to play, giving me control to take this dream anywhere I wanted it to go. "C'mon flyboy, you can do better than that!" I said, taunting him. He was already hitting my cervix, but I wanted him deeper, harder, faster.
"Fuck me, Sam." He grunted as he unhitched my legs and threw them over his shoulders so he could press down into me. I smiled through the heavy panting brought forth by his chosen position. Mewling my approval as he hammered, my second orgasm hit fast sending sparks of electricity rocketing through every nerve ending. He was not done yet."
"Turn over!" He ordered as he withdrew from my body. I grinned and scrambled into my hands and knees, spreading my legs wide and leaning on my forearms, arse in the air. The feel of his hands massaging my butt while he lined himself up nearly made me cry, I was so sensitive. Not even dreams could make that lessen. With the head of his cock dipping into my entrance, he sank his fingers into my cheeks, spreading them wide, his thumbs running around my entrance where his cock sat poised to gather up my wetness before brushing over my clit.
"Oh God Jack, just fuck me already." I demanded.
He chuckled a deep rumbling laugh. "Your wish is my command." He said as he lunged forwards while pulling me backwards. Reaching for my shoulder, he dug his fingers in to give himself more leverage. Gripping hard, he continued to pull almost all the way out before lunging forward, pulling me onto him at the same time.
"Ahhh… yes! Yes!" I gritted my teeth and pushed backwards willing him to break through, to make me scream so loud that she would forget about trying to distance herself, that she would chase him down. I needed this, because the torment I was inflicting on the real Jack was coming back to me twofold. At least he could finish, but I needed… we, my Jack and I needed this situation to do so. Until we were safe within ourselves having amazing sex, this was the only way we could have each other the way we wanted.
"God Sam, if you want another… ughhh…" He grunted with every hard lunge making me squeak, shudder, and flinch. I knew it wasn't possible, but God it felt like he was pushing through my cervix.
"Go! Go. I'll go with you."
"Going… go… now… rwarr!" He roared on his final push deep, his pulsating cock and warmth nudging me over the edge into unadulterated bliss.
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Suddenly, by-the-book Sam rushed back to the forefront, taking back control. Everything went black as I was launched into the back of her mind and thrown into a dark room.
"Hey! Hey! Let me out! Sam. Please!" I yelled and kicked at the doorless wall. "Dammit!" I cursed. She was awake and probably berating herself and I was stuck here, unable to see, hear or do anything. I'd have to wait until she was asleep again. If my Jack was out there, he would no doubt try to convince her to let me out. I just hoped it worked because being in here was no longer an option. I needed him - we needed him. Pacing around in the space she had me confined to, I tried to think of ways to get out, but nothing came to mind. There were no doors, no windows, no cracks in this place. It was cold, desolate, lonely. Taking a seat on the floor, I resorted to begging.
"Sam. Please. Don't do this. He needs us as much as we need him." I just hoped she was listening.