TITLE: Elegy

AUTHOR: Shane Vansen

EMAIL: the_fourth_dimension@hotmail.com

STATUS: Complete

CATEGORY: Sam/Jack

SPOILERS: Meridian, post-ep for Revelations

SEASON: end of S5

RATING: NC-17

CONTENT WARNINGS: sexual situations

FEEDBACK: always adored

SUMMARY: The healing begins for Sam and Jack after their return in Revelations.  A (belated) response to the samjacknc17 non-penetration challenge.

DISCLAIMER:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM, Gekko Film Corp and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created solely for entertainment purposes and no money exchanged hands. No copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

ARCHIVE: SJA and Heliopolis; anyone else just ask and ye shall be granted

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to Sue for betaing and, more importantly, the title.  What would I do without you?  (Besides have really lame titles <g>)  This one's dedicated to Sally M., who's always on the search for good sex.  Fic.  Good sex *fic* <IL>

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Given the circumstances, the impromptu dinner had gone better than Jack would have thought.  Instead of going out to eat, as had been the original - if tentative - plan, they had decided instead to stop for pizza and eat at Jack's house, where the three of them had proceeded to get drunk.

Well, maybe not drunk, Jack acknowledged as he substituted his empty beer bottle for a cup of coffee and resettled himself on the couch, but close enough to it that the sharp edge of pain had been significantly dulled.

Despite the alcohol, however, it had been some hours before he'd been able to bring himself to talk about Daniel, a topic that had been carefully avoided all evening even though the weight of it had been pressing down on them all.

Sam had talked more than him and Teal'c put together, the ever-present tears that had been threatening the past week running silently down her cheeks, but surprisingly enough he felt better for having talked about it with the two people who understood best.

It was late now, probably only a few hours before sunrise, Jack estimated.  Teal'c had retired to the spare from around midnight but he and Carter had remained downstairs watching the cheesy old sci-fi movies that always seemed to air this time of night, the volume turned down so low that it may as well have been muted.

When Jack had returned with his coffee he'd sat close to a nearly-asleep Sam, and the slight dip caused her body to list to the side so that she was pressed against him, her head resting against his shoulder.  Now, she looped her left arm through his right, snuggling closer.

Jack reached over to touch her cheek and she raised her head, the unintentional look of sleepy longing in her half-lidded gaze enough to make him catch his breath.  Helplessly he leaned closer to brush his lips over her forehead and, when she tilted her head up, over her lips.

They both paused then, so close that he could feel her body heat, until she began to move.  The hand that wasn't still wrapped around his came to rest on his stomach, lingering there for a moment while they both breathed.  She then began a slow exploration, her fingers working their way up his chest and across his collarbone before slipping around to the back of his neck and tugging him close.

Jack was lost as Sam encouraged him to continue.  The hand that had remained on her cheek moved around to mimic her position, cupping her head and holding her lips more firmly against his own.  He didn't know how long they stayed like that, but it was long enough that his neck began to cramp from the awkward position.  Putting his strategic mind to use, Jack assessed the situation and came up with a plan that would work - or completely backfire.  The unknown variable in his equation was Sam and how far she was willing to take this little... encounter.

Sliding his hand from her neck to her shoulder, he let it linger there for a few seconds before slipping it across to her opposite shoulder so that his left arm encircled her.  Jack then slid his arm down until it was wrapped around Sam's waist.  With a gently pressure on her hip, he urged Sam to move.

With very little encouragement on his part she figured out where he wanted her and moved, sliding her right leg over both of his and shifting until she sat on his lap, facing him.  He accommodated her new position by sliding forward so that she could fold her legs behind him.  Their lips parted then and she sat back slightly, meeting his gaze squarely.  Jack brought both hands up to cup her face.  Sam closed her eyes briefly and turned her head to the side to nuzzle his palm before Jack brought her lips back to his in another searing kiss.

With Sam's hands on his shoulders for balance, Jack let his rest on her hips until the urge to touch her became too much.  His hands traced gently up her back in nonsensical patterns, reaching her shoulders and trailing along her arms until he reached her hands.  After squeezing them briefly his fingers retraced their path, ending up back where they had started.

On his second exploration, his hands slid carefully beneath Sam's shirt to glide up along her sides, followed by her back and stomach.  When Sam's only response was to move a hand to the back of his head to press him closer, Jack slid a hand up to cup her breast.

With a soft moan Sam broke their kiss, tilting her head back as she gasped for air.  Jack took the opportunity to move his lips to the underside of her chin and down her neck and her fingers flexed, digging into his muscles.

Doing another quick recon of their relative positions, he took advantage of Sam's momentary distraction and twisted both of them sideways, pressing Sam down until she lay with her back on the couch, him poised above.  Her eyes flashed open in obvious surprise but she didn't say anything, simply slid her hands beneath his shirt to clutch at his back.  When she shifted slightly in order to make herself more comfortable, Jack couldn't stop the primal groan that forced its way past his lips as she unintentionally pressed against his semi-hard erection.  She froze beneath him for a moment, almost looking shocked, but then with a smile that made his insides shiver she pulled his head down for another kiss, lifting her own head to meet him halfway.  When she moved against him again, Jack knew that it was anything but accidental.

***

Wrapping her legs around Jack's so that his hips were cradled between her thighs, Sam couldn't help her satisfied smile as he let out another low moan.  Seemingly amused at her self-satisfaction, or perhaps at his own helpless reaction, Jack smiled back against her lips and Sam couldn't contain a small giggle at the absurdity of the entire situation; of all the places she'd expected to be at this hour of morning, somehow this particular scenario had never crossed her mind.

All traces of humour disappeared, however, when Jack swooped down to capture her lips in yet another kiss, his tongue invading her mouth for the first time.  It was her turn to moan at the slippery warm sensation, her fingers digging deeply into his back.

Needing more contact, Sam thrust up against Jack, a motion that he returned in kind.  Soon enough they had set up a slow and gentle rhythm, an intimate pressure that increased her pleasure with every small rock of his hips against hers.

Their movements increased so gradually that it almost came as a surprise to Sam when she realized how close she was.  Jack slid an arm beneath her waist in order to brace himself, in the process sealing them even closer together.  Her laboured breaths and his harsh gasps echoed in her ears as her hands raked over his body with a mind of their own, no doubt leaving marks that would still be visible the next day.  Not that she particularly cared at the moment.

"Jack," she moaned against his neck as his hand once again wandered to her breast, and his thrusts suddenly became more urgent, less controlled.  For just a moment the thought crossed her mind that she would like to feel his naked body against her own, to feel him moving within her, but it was quickly buried beneath a wave of passion.  Next time, she promised herself.

Jack suddenly began bucking against her sharply.  "God I love you," he moaned, his face buried in the curve of her neck.

Sam froze at the unexpected confession, but her body continued to react to his.  With his hips still grinding against her own, she couldn't help but to succumb to the delicious friction, crying out as her orgasm swept over her body in a hot explosive wave.

Jack's eyes were open and watching her when she finally summoned the energy to raise her lids, his fingers trailing softly over her features.  They lingered on her lips as he spoke quietly.

"That wasn't quite how I planned on telling you," he told her with a slightly self-deprecating twist of his lips, "but that doesn't make it any less true."  He paused for a breath, looking as though he were screwing up his nerve.  "I love you Sam."

She felt the grin spreading across her face and watched the answering expression on his.  Sam hadn't realized how much she'd needed to hear him say those words, and couldn't have anticipated how incredible they'd make her feel.  She reached up to cup his face.  "I love you too."

Their mouths met then, this kiss more full of tenderness and caring than the frantic ones they had shared in the past while.  When they finally parted Jack shifted so that he was no longer lying on top of Sam but still held her in his arms.  She willingly settled into his embrace, the thought passing through her mind that this transition from friends and colleagues to something more had been surprisingly easy, but she didn't fool herself into thinking that it would be smooth road from here on in.  They had uncountable obstacles in front of them, not the least including General Hammond and the fraternization regs, but pushing her worries out of her mind to be dealt with later Sam drifted slowly into sleep, content for the moment to spend what remained of the night in Jack's arms.  Repercussions could wait; for now, she'd enjoy what she had.

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