"Merry Christmas Sam" by Wendy Parkinson

TITLE: Merry Christmas Sam

AUTHOR: Wendy Parkinson

CATEGORY: Romantic Fantasy

SUMMARY: Sam has a pleasant surprise...

SPOILERS: None

RATING: NC17

ARCHIVING: Yes to Heliopolis, anyone else ask

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

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hi everyone, I know this is short (OK, very short) but I hope you enjoy it anyway... Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Wendy

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Sam was aware of an arm slipping around her waist and pulling her back against a warm, naked, masculine body. She felt comforted, loved and more than a little aroused as she snuggled into his embrace. This was lovely, what a dream. Slowly emerging from her sleep induced haze she realised that the arm, the body and the warmth were all very real. Then she opened her eyes - this wasn't a dream. She tensed, then a voice whispered in her ear.

"Sam."

"Oh, its you! What are you..."

He cut her off. "Ssshh, we don't need words."

With that he brushed his lips against her neck and his hands began to gently explore her body. Slowly, carefully, he turned her to face him and touched his mouth on hers. At first he was tentative, then as she responded, more confident, deepening the kiss. She ran her hands down his back, feeling the muscles tensing beneath her fingers.

In the dim light of her room she could see the outline of his features and the expression of desire on his face. She knew this was madness, he was a colleague, a friend. This could destroy their working relationship but it felt wonderful. She wanted this, she wanted him now and to hell with the consequences. When she felt his lips on hers all rational thought disappeared.

As he caressed her, kissed her, she could feel the heat rising. There was only going to be one conclusion to this. They were no longer two members of SG1, they were man and woman communicating on the most basic level of all.

He smiled at her, making sure she was with him.

"Please, now," she breathed. As he entered her, she gasped his name.

The lovers moved as one, fulfilling each other, their passion rising. She felt the pressure building within her until it crashed over her in wave after wave of ecstasy. His rhythm quickened, she could tell he was close, beginning to lose control. Then finally he found release in one last shuddering stroke. They collapsed in each others arms, exhausted. He held her close and gently kissed the top of her head.

Sam turned to face him smiling contentedly.

Looking deep into her eyes he whispered, "Merry Christmas Sam."

The End

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