This is my first ever SG fanfic, so go easy on me.
I recently re-watched Stargate, I remembered it was a good show, and I was right, lol what I didn't remember was the wonderful relationship Jack & Sam had on the show. So after rekindling my love and passion for them I came up with this short story. It's not much, but I think it has potential. I tried to stay as true as possible to the characters considering the situation.
Set somewhere after 4x05 "Divide and conquer".
Rated M for sexual content and situations
It happened one night
Col' Jack O'Neill was still asleep in his bed at 07:00 hours, dreaming of a certain woman that he shouldn't be dreaming about. The dream felt very real to him, as he slowly drifted into consciousness, still half asleep, he felt the presence of a soft small framed body, his arm draped across her belly. Without thinking twice he started moving and rubbing against her sleepily, hoping to get some more of whatever they did the night before. Jack felt her stir and opened his eyes, still a bit blurry from sleep; he came face to face with short blond waves of hair. He stopped his movements so suddenly that the woman beside him woke up; her body turned tense and slowly turned herself around to face him.
Major Samantha Carter was still asleep in bed, dreaming of a certain man she shouldn't be dreaming about. The dream felt so real to her, she could remember almost every detail. Smiling to herself, she slowly drifted into consciousness. She felt a presence of a strong masculine arm draped across her bare belly, and a strong warm body pressed against hers, before she could do anything else, and still half asleep, the body behind her started moving slowly against her, she could feel his erection against her bare back. She was just beginning to enjoy herself when the man behind her stopped all movement so suddenly that it caused her to wake up in a start. The idea that was forming in her head was starting to scare her, she wanted to know for sure, even though she knew the consequences if she was right. She turned slowly to face him, and shockingly enough wasn't surprised to find herself face to face with Jack O'Neill.
Sam's first thought was to get out of the bed as soon as possible, but her body wouldn't budge. They looked at each other for what seemed like forever, before Jack broke the silence.
"G'morning Carter." He said it like this was the most natural thing in the world for them.
Sam was speechless. What could she say? Her mind was racing.
Her thoughts were still jumbling in her head, she couldn't think straight, and that scared her more than anything. She knew she had to say something. So she said the first automatic response that came to her naturally.
Not quite the response he was hoping for. They both sat up in bed trying to get themselves comfortable with the situation.
"Sam I …" he began, but she stopped him mid sentence.
"No! Please, if you call me that, then it'll make it too personal…"
"Personal? We're both naked in the same bed; we had sex together for crying out load! And you're worried if I call you Sam?"
Sam hated it when he was right. But her brain wouldn't let her except it.
"Are you one hundred percent sure we had sex, Sir?" -Now that's a question she never thought shed end with the word 'sir'- Jack was thinking the same, and it took all his self control not to laugh at it.
"Carter, like I said, we're both naked in the same bed…and if my dream is anything to go by, I'd say, yeah, we did."
"How….." before she could finish her sentence jack cut in.
"Well, from what I remember from last night, I don't need to tell you how it's done." He smiled his cheeky smile at her. Sam tried really hard not to respond with her own smile at what he said, trying to stay focused.
"Were we drunk?" she asked hoping it could explain their situation, give them an excuse of some kind.
"If I thought one beer could get you drunk, I would have offered you one years ago."
"Well…then…how did we…why did we…" Sam was struggling to find the words. Jack thought it was cute the way she looked when she was flustered, but he thought it best to leave that aside for now, and try to calm her down as best he could.
"All I can remember is you came over to see me late last night, you wanted to talk about our last mission on P3…whatever it was, and we sat down talking and enjoying a beer together. After that it gets a little blurry…as to why we did it…" he trailed off, both knowing the answer to that question, they moved on.
"Do you realize what this means sir? We're going to get court marshaled for this; they'll send us both to jail. It'll be the end of our careers and the end of SG1 for sure and…"
Jack leaned in fast, it was the only way he could think of to shut her up, he kissed her. A long, sweet kiss full of passion and heat, Sam never wanted it to end but they had to part for air. Jack was pleased with himself that his plan worked, so far.
"Now, no one is getting court marshaled. Ok?"
"How can you say that sir? We just broke all the frat regs! Every single one! And since we were apparently both lucid at the time we don't even have an excuse for what we did. I don't see any way out of it.…Sir". Sam tried to keep it professional, but due to their compromising position she wasn't doing so well.
"I do." He smiled
"What?" Sam looked at him confused, wondering what the hell he could come up with that would get them out of this beautiful disaster.
"We keep it in the room?" Jack suggested.
That was it? That was his brilliant plan, sure, it worked for them after the za'tark incident, but that was only unspoken feelings they had to conceal, and they were already doing that, this was a whole other story, they actually had sex together, how were they going to keep 'this' in the room? Boy, were they in trouble.
"You mean lie?"
"No!" He said indignantly. "I mean we don't tell anyone about it."
"What if someone asks?" she wanted to be sure they cover all possibilities.
"Yeah, because people at the SGC are always coming up to me and asking if I had sex with you lately" he said sarcastically.
Sam looked down and giggled quietly, after hearing his response to her question, realizing how absurd her question was in the first place. She'd wanted this to happen ever since she met jack, but her brain was keeping her on the safe track, for the moment.
"One slip of the tongue Ja….Sir, that's all it takes."
This time Sam needed him to be the one who took control, she was usually the sensible one out of the group, but her mind was losing the battle. If he didn't put a stop to it, they would both be lost; for she knew she didn't have the strength or will to fight it any more.
By now all Jack could think of was how beautiful Sam Carter looked in the morning, naked. He knew it was wrong, but they've already crossed the line once, what would one more time do.
Jack leaned in slowly, testing her; she "stood" her ground. His hand went to rest on her cheek, she didn't move. He leaned in closer for a kiss, their lips barely touching. By then both of them had lost the control to stop. He kissed her softly on the lips, pressing her down on the bed as he did so. His strong body now covered hers completely, his hands roaming up and down her naked body. She could feel his erection between her legs. Her mind was screaming at her to put a stop to it, but her body was making all the decisions for her, screaming even louder with every fiber in her that she wanted this, needed this. He was placing soft moist kisses all over her neck, his hand slowly edging towards her legs, when the sound of the phone, reluctantly, brought them both out of the trance. Jack groaned into the pillow, and very reluctantly moved off of her and reached for the phone on the bed stand…
To be continued…?
Well, that's it so far. Let me know if you want more. I'll try and come up with something. lol