"Shower Intruder" By Lansbury

TITLE: SHOWER INTRUDER

AUTHOR: Lansbury (Lans)

RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM, Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created solely for entertainment purposes and no money was made from it. I only want to borrow the characters for a while and I will return them when I am finished. Also, no copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to persons alive or dead is coincidental.

ARCHIVE: SAM AND JACK and HELIOPOLIS. Anyone else please ask.

SUMMARY: After a long and dirty mission on PX3-897 Jack longs for a hot steamy shower. But much to his surprise he finds he is not alone.

FEEDBACK: Yes, Please!

DEDICATION: I want to say a very special "Thank you" to my two Beta Readers, Siobhan and Sampeterse. You both gave me the courage to let others read what I have written. Thank you!!

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Colonel Jack O’Neill was tired. Bone weary-tired from his head to toes. He stood under the hot spray of the steamy shower letting it hit every inch of his aching body. Without thinking he leaned forward and put his two hands flat against the shower wall for support. He twisted and turned his lower body under the water. For at least ten minutes he thought of nothing... nothing at all... but simply willed the hot water to not only remove the dirt from his body, but, also the knots from his tired, aching muscles.

"Jack, ol’ boy, you’re getting to old to be traipsing up and down a mountain side."

He purposely had waited to be the last one in the shower area. He knew he would need extra time to get all the soreness out of his tire body. Cautiously he reached for shampoo. He removed the lid and place a very generous amount of the contents on the palm of his hand. Following the ritual of many decades he put the shampoo in his hair and started to rub until the lather began dripping down his forehead. Moving toward the hot water he began rinsing the suds from his hair.

The white foam traveled down his body in tiny rivers which bent and turned in their natural ebbs over the surface of hard body. One tiny river meandered slower than the rest. It moved down his left cheek over to his chin. It dripped onto his chest picking up speed as it made it’s way through his mat of chest hair. Down it journeyed following the trail of hair to his navel coming to a sudden stop in the thick curly growth of hair which crowned his manhood. It was while looking down at the white foamy collection both eyes filled with the suds from the shampoo momentarily blinding him to his surrounding. Jack moaned in pain.

"Aw Shit! That hurts. Real smart move, O’Neill."

Jack put his hands to his eye trying to relieve the burning and itching, but soon realize it only made it worst. He forced himself to relax and lower his arms letting the spray of water remove the stinging from his eyes. He stood there once again in a self imposed limbo waiting for the water to do its magic.

He later questioned himself many times over how he had not heard the person who came from behind him. His first moment of awareness came as he sensed another individual close by. He inhaled as he felt a soft, cool sponge touch gently his right shoulder.

"Who’s there? What the hell is going on!"

His military training kicked in as he forced himself not to overreact to an unknown situation. His burning eyes strained to see through the hazy steam as he glanced over his shoulder. Forcing his eyes to focus, he quickly shut them to stop the pain.

"Want to tell me who you are? I like to be on first name bases with anyone who joins me in my shower. I’m going out on limb here to tell you I am *praying* like crazy you are a woman."

His intruder stood motionless, waiting for him to finish. She then moved the sponge up and down in an affirmative motion.

"I am taking that as a yes."

Again she moved the sponge up and down over his shoulder.

"I don’t know if I should tell you this, but I am sensing I have nothing to fear from you."

Again the sponge moved up and down.

"Good. Want to tell me who you are?"

This time the sponge moved left to right in a negative motion.

"Why won’t you say something? Are you afraid I will recognize your voice?"

Jack once more felt the sponge move left to right.

"... Did Daniel Jackson put you up to this?... I don’t know what he told you but..."

The sponge moved quickly from left to right.

"So Daniel had nothing to do with this?"

The sponge repeated the same motion.

"If you leave now, we’ll forget this little moment of communal bathing ever happen."

It was impossible for him to open his eyes long enough to see through the steam. He felt her move the sponge from left to right.

"You don’t want me to see you, do you?" He didn’t need wait for an answer. He already knew it.

"I don’t know about you, but I am getting tired of this game of twenty questions. My team has just gotten back from PX3-879 and I’m sore in places I forgot I had. Danny-boy ‘just had to have’ a sample of a plant growing at the bottom of a rocky canyon. Teal’c and I had to scale down the cliff, and I don’t mind telling you it hurt like Hell. So, if you are in the market for some slap and tickle in the shower, Babe, I’m not you man." Still his bathing companion said nothing. "Cat got your tongue?"

Once again, he tried to open his eyes to see. His movements caused his head to come in direct contact with the hot stream of water. A string of oaths echoed off the walls as another mass of suds came cascading down over his eyes. He moved his hands to stop the flow of suds.

"Shit! That hurts."

It was at that moment she removed the sponge from his shoulder and squeezed a generous amount of her favorite scented bath gel on it. She at first timidly begin to caress his shoulders with it. She moved the sponge in a small circular motion meant more to relax the recipient than clean the skin.

Jack once again placed both hand at shoulder height on the showers wall. He let her moved the sponge freely over his shoulders. Any thoughts of stopping her died a quick death as he felt his muscles begin to relax and the soreness fade.

"Over to the left... that’s the spot... harder... keep it up... don’t stop... again over to the left... harder... harder... Oh--God!... don’t stop... harder... harder."

The hand controlling the sponge obeyed each of his words. But, to his surprise it moved lower on his back continuing to move in the same small circular motions from side to side, back and forth, lower and lower with each sweep down his back.

Just a few short minutes ago he told her his body was too sore and too tired. But now he could feel it making a liar out of him. A stirring of arousal began to throb in his groin. It was a long time, a very long time, since his body reacted to a touch of a woman. He forced himself to stay alert and focused, but knew he was fighting a losing battle. The throbbing continued getting stronger as his shaft grew longer and longer... harder and harder. He moaned in frustration as the tip of his arousal ached. It was demanding attention he felt only the body of ‘his’ intruder could provide.

Just as he thought he was going to explode, he felt the sponge venture down over each hard mound of his buttocks. Clinching his jaws, O’Neill tried to retain the last inch of self-control he felt as she squeezed the sponge sending soapy water down the vertical crevice separating each mound. Another soft moan of pleasure escaped from him.

"Lady! You and that sponge of yours can come to visit any time."

In his heighten state of awareness he could hear her uneven breathing as her sponge washed away every inch of tiredness from his body, and his soul.

Very slowly he felt her sponge move between his leg. Her fingertips brushed gently against his throbbing arousal, caressing it almost like she was curious as to it’s texture. He barely held back a groan at her lingering touch. But, as the sound escaped his lips, she withdrew her hand suddenly as if she was shocked at what she had just done.

"... This... This has gone on long enough. You, got to tell me who you are. Please," he begged. He strained to hear any sounds coming from behind him. "I’ve got to know who you are."

Jack let out a deep groan as he was pushed under the stream of hot water. He heard the plastic container fall behind him at the same time he felt the sponge hit his feet as she quickly moved away and out the shower room before he could see who she was.

His eyes now clear, he quickly moved to SG-1’s locker area adjoining the shower. He grabbed a towel moving faster than he thought he could an hour earlier. Jack hurriedly placed it low around his hips as he ran out into the empty hallway. He stood there in disappoint. Looking both ways he felt frustration begin to rise in him. She was gone. She left as quickly and quietly as she had came.

"Who were you and where in the *Hell* did you go?" he whispered to himself. Jack went straight to his locker area and quickly dressed. As he was about to leave, he turned instead and went back in to the shower room. He saw the sponge and bath gel still lying in the places *his* mystery woman, a.k.a. intruder, had dropped them. Jack bent down and picked them up. A huge smile replaced the frown on his face as he turned the tube over in his hands.

"I’ll be damned. Now this is sweet!"

Still smiling from ear to ear, he headed towards the briefing room devilishly scheming how he was going to unveil *his* intruder as he walked.

The End