TITLE: Not to Be

AUTHOR: Shane Vansen

EMAIL: the_fourth_dimension@hotmail.com

STATUS: Complete

CATEGORY: Sam/Joe, Sam/Jack, PWP

SPOILERS: 2010

SEASON: 4

RATING: NC-17

CONTENT WARNINGS: sexual situations.  Personally I think the Sam/Joe pairing requires a warning, but that's just me.  Oh, and my betareader called me evil, so you might want to brace yourself.  :)

FEEDBACK: always welcome

SUMMARY: Dreaming, sex, and what happens when the two come together (uh, no pun intended)

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: SJRA, SJAdult, Heliopolis; anyone else just ask and ye shall be granted

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just a strange little something that popped into my head last night.  Takes place during 2010, the night before Sam confronts Joe.

I hate the title, but I wanted to post this tonight and got sick of racking my brain for something decent.  If you have any suggestions, *please* let me know.

Comme toujours, merci à Sue.

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Joe woke slowly, unsure at first what had brought him out of a sound sleep.  A slight movement and a low moan dragged his attention to his right, where his wife lay sleeping on her side facing away from him, legs drawn up in a semi-fetal position.  She made another small sound and he thought that maybe she was having a bad dream.

"Sam?" he called quietly, reaching out to touch her lightly on the arm.  She shivered at his touch and Joe's sleeping brain finally caught on to what was happening.  The noises she made were not the ones he was used to hearing when she was distressed, but rather the more familiar sounds of her arousal.  Intrigued, he propped himself on his side beside her and leaned over to look at her face, the faint light in the room enough for him to see her peaceful features.  <Not a bad dream then,> he thought, <but a very good one.>

Curious, he slipped his arm around Sam and fondled her breast gently.  She moaned again and arched her back, pressing further into his hand and thrusting her rear end into the cradle of his hips.  Joe let out a moan of his own, instantly aroused and feeling himself harden with her subtle movements.  Rolling onto his back, he quickly shed his pyjamas before once again molding himself against his wife's body, thankful that she'd worn only a t-shirt to bed.

Pushing the thin material up around her waist, Joe slipped a finger between her legs to test her readiness; Sam shuddered as he mouthed a silent thank you, finding her wet and ready.  <It must be one hell of a dream she's having,> he mused as he withdrew his hand.

Careful not to wake Sam, he repositioned her body slightly; he was reluctant to wake her at this point, incredibly aroused by the entire situation.  Grasping himself and ignoring the desire to simply thrust deeply into her body, Joe instead entered her slowly from behind, easing himself into her slick heat until he could go no further.  He stopped, his breathing erratic, and a still-sleeping Sam pushed back against him, wrenching a hoarse groan from his throat.  Joe knew that there was no way he'd last longer than a few minutes; he could only hope that Sam's dream had put her almost as close.

With one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder for leverage he began short, shallow thrusts; from long experience, he knew that they worked best for her in this position.  After he'd brought her to orgasm he would switch to the deeper penetration that he preferred.

It took less than a minute for Sam to approach the edge, and he knew just what would push her that extra step.  Shifting his hand from her hip to between her legs, he pressed firmly against the small bundle of nerves he found there.  She came instantly, the heat of her contracting inner muscles contrasting painfully with his suddenly frozen body as he heard her cry out a single name in a tone of voice he'd never once heard her use in all the years they'd known each other - a tone of yearning, completion, love, and a hundred other emotions he'd probably never understand.

"Jack...."

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