"Debris" By Miki

Title: Debris

Author: Miki

Archive: At Heliopolis and Sam and Jack Archive, yes. All others please ask.

Date: 04/07/1999

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sex

Category: Romance

Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Singularity

Season Set: Any

Disclaimers: All Stargate SG-1 characters are the property of Stargate SG-1 Productions (II) Inc., MGM Worldwide Television Productions Inc., Double Secret Productions, Gekko Film Corp and Showtime Networks Inc. No infringement of those rights is intended.

Author's Note: Many thanks and kudos to my beta readers. You know who you are. This is my response to the following challenge: Your mission (should you choose to accept it) :) is to write a story (whatever rating) where Jack and Sam make love in someplace unusual. It can be anywhere, just not the obvious---a bed at home or on the base.

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Today had not gone well for Samantha Carter. Not well at all. And now, as she sat in her car, getting ready to go home, she discovered her battery was dead. Sam slammed her hand against the steering wheel. "Shit! What next?" she demanded loudly of no one in particular.

"Something wrong, Carter?" Jack O'Neill was walking across the lot to his car to go home. Now he stopped next to her car, looking at her curiously through her opened window. This was not normal behaviour for the Sam he knew. Vulgarity was not something Sam usually resorted to. She had to be pretty upset.

"Of course not. Everything's just keen. First I spill coffee on my dress blues. And, as if that's not bad enough, I'm not in a position to do anything about it until the stain is well and truly set. Then my landlord calls and leaves a message informing me that they've had to fumigate my building so I can't stay there tonight or tomorrow night. On the upside, he remembered my cats and got them to his vet for the night. Of course there's a down side to that because he charges 60 bucks a day to keep them. About an hour later I walk into the lab only to find that some nameless creep took apart the probe I've been working on for the better part of two weeks. And now my goddamn car won't start. Nothing at all is wrong."

Jack held his hands up and took a step back from her car. "Take it easy, Captain. I'm only trying to help."

Sam had the good grace to look sheepish. "Sorry, sir. I know you're not the enemy. I'm just..."

"Having a bad day," finished Jack. "I can see that. Why don't you let me take you... where are you going to stay tonight?"

She took a deep breath and pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Janet's. She and Cassandra are putting me up while my place is off limits. You're sure you don't mind dropping me off? It isn't exactly on your way home, sir."

"The offer still stands. Come on, we'll stop off at the Lover's Revenge and have a beer before I drop you off."

Sam cast him a sidelong glance as she grabbed her bag and secured her car. "Trying to get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me, sir?" she asked in a teasing voice.

Jack wagged his eyebrows suggestively. "You never know," he said in the same teasing tone.

***

One beer had turned into two which had in turn become three. Jack drew the line for himself, not wanting to endanger their lives on the drive to Janet's. Sam, for Jack's sake, had also stopped at three. But both of them had relaxed a good deal and were now talking freely and without the usual military stiffness, though Sam was still calling him 'Sir.'

Jack looked at his watch. "Come on. I better get you to Doc's place before she sends out Search and Rescue." Jack stood up and offered Sam his hand. He pulled her up and easily propelled her out the door.

***

Twenty minutes later Jack steered them towards Janet's home. Sam sat with her head back, looking out at the road. When he suddenly veered off the road, she sat up. "Uhm, sir, the turn off isn't for another mile or two..." Sam eyed him, trying to gauge if he was being adversely affected by the alcohol.

"Trust me, this is a short cut. You bypass that narrow, windy road." Jack looked at her for a moment and flashed her a reassuring smile. "I know what I'm doing."

"If you say so, sir."

"We are off duty. Do you think you could call me Jack when we're on stand down?" he asked, switching on the high beams to light the dark stretch of road.

Sam smiled slightly, looking down at her hands. "Okay, Jack. I still think you took a wrong turn," she said. As if some divine entity had heard her, a loud bang shattered the silence of the night air. The car jerked violently, going off the side of the road in the process. Jack managed to bring it back under control just in time, narrowly avoiding the tree in front of them.

Several moments passed before either of them could talk. Jack looked over at Sam, concern shining brightly in his eyes. "You okay?" he asked.

Sam nodded, finally removing her shaking hands from where she had braced herself on the dashboard. "Yeah. Fine. That was close! Are you okay?" she asked in turn. She looked at him. His hands still gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. She gently reached over and pried his fingers up. "You can let go now."

As if galvanised by her words, Jack reached for the door handle and let himself out. Upon inspecting his car, he discovered that a large nail had caused the driver's side front tire to blow out. "Well that's just great." He slammed the door and walked, cursing, to the back of the vehicle.

Jack opened the back door of the vehicle and pulled out the jack and spare tire. Sam got out to offer her assistance when she noticed the second rude surprise. "You're not going to like this. This one's flat too," she said, indicating the front tire on her side.

"Dammit! What next?" he asked dropping the jack unceremoniously on the ground. He reached in the open door and grabbed his cell phone. He dialled the number to the tow company he used and hit send.

Sam watched as he paced nervously on his side of the truck. "Yeah. This is Col. Jack O'Neill. I need a tow truck sent out. Two flat tires. I'm half way between Monument and Palmer Lake... exactly... yeah... there's a turn off about half a mile before the actual junction... right. We're about 8 miles down that road. How long do you think it'll be? An hour at the earliest? That long? I know it's Friday night. We'll be waiting. Right." Jack hung up the phone and made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. "Oh for crying out loud."

"Do you mind if I call Janet? I don't want her to worry." Jack handed her the phone. She quickly dialled the number and waited for Janet to answer. She absently tapped her fingers on the hood while staring up at the starry night sky. "Hi Janet, it's Sam. I'm going to be late. Oh, having car problems. It's okay. I'm with Col. O'Neill." She paused, laughing. Jack just knew Janet was joking about him from the way Sam reacted. He pretended not to notice. "No, really. Don't worry about it. It's okay. You and Cassandra go ahead and eat. I'll be along in an hour or two. I'm sure. Okay. Bye." Sam smiled and turned off the phone, handing it back to him.

"So. Now we wait," said Jack as he got back in the car.

"Now we wait," agreed Sam.

A comfortable silence fell over them as they both got lost in thought. Sam cast a surreptitious glance at Jack and wondered what he was thinking. Wondered if he could possibly be thinking about her. Wondered if he ever fantasised about her the way she did about him. *Stow that train of thought, soldier. Holy Hannah, he's your CO.*

Jack felt her eyes on him. He wondered what she could be thinking about. Did she know that he dreamt of her ever night? Did she know what she did to him? What her smile did to him? He glanced over at her and smiled when his eyes met hers before darting away. "What's on your mind, Sam?" he asked in a gentle voice, noticing her cheeks flushed brightly when he caught her staring.

She found the courage to look back at him and searched his eyes and, not finding any trace of the sarcasm that so often lingered very near the surface, she finally decided to take the plunge. "You are," she said in a voice so quiet that he barely heard.

"Me? And exactly what are you thinking about me?" he pressed, grinning in an attempt to hide his need to know.

She took a deep breath and started, her eyes darting first from him then to the dashboard in front of her. "Do you have any idea how you make me feel? How just your proximity is enough to send my heart into fits? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to maintain this tough, professional exterior when we're alone together when what I really want to do is grab you and kiss you?" She broke eye contact and looked down at her hands, which were folded in her lap.

Jack gave himself a mental shake. He almost did not believe what he had heard. Almost. The butterflies in his stomach took flight. He reached out to her, covering her small hands with one of his. "I think I do. You make me feel the same way, Sam. Your presence makes even the most unbearable situations seem manageable. And I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to grab you and kiss you silly." He stopped, smiling and relishing the feel of her skin against his. Regulations got in the way so many times before, but now they did not seem to matter. After a moment of silence he asked, "Sam? What's happening here?"

"What's happening is that we've reached the crossroads. Do we take the road of least resistance and go back to our safe, boring lives? Or do we take the road full of obstacles and take a chance at finding happiness? We both know the risks, Jack. Are we willing to take them?" Her voice was pitched just above a whisper, forcing him to move nearer to hear. When she finally looked up at him, her breath caught.

"What's life without risk?" he asked before closing the distance and capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.

Sam closed her eyes and sighed softly. It was finally happening. She was finally kissing Jack O'Neill and neither of them was under the influence of a virus or alien. This was Samantha Carter kissing and being kissed by Jack O'Neill and it felt wonderful.

Jack deepened the kiss pulling her as close as the console between the seats allowed. Sam felt a jolt of energy shoot through them as his tongue invaded her mouth. She snaked her arms around his neck, gently pulling him towards her. He broke away from her lips, trailing soft kisses across her jaw and down her neck.

"How long did you say we have until the tow truck gets here?" she asked, her voice heavy with arousal.

"At least an hour," he said, his lips never leaving the silky softness of her skin.

"Good," she whispered, half squeaking as he found a sensitive spot behind her ear. He stopped at her reaction and chuckled. He was going to enjoy this immensely. Sam ran her fingers through his hair and greedily pulled him back up to kiss her again.

Jack teasingly licked her lips, but pulled back before she could react. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "Sam, why don't we move this to the backseat? We'll both be more comfortable," he suggested, kissing her one last time before getting out of the car. He leaned back in, extending his hand to her almost as if asking her to dance.

Sam smiled and placed her hand in his, letting him help her out of the car. He pulled her into his arms and spun her around so that she was leaning up against the car. Jack buried his face in her neck, kissing a fiery trail up to her jaw. He braced his arms on either side of her as he leaned into her. Sam tightly wrapped her arms around him as her knees threatened to give way.

Jack groped behind her trying to find the door handle. Once he grasped it, he quickly threw open the door. Sam slid over slipping into the car and pulling him in behind her, leaning over him just long enough to close the door. She scooted across the seat and held her arms open to him, inviting him to kiss her again.

Jack eagerly complied, savagely capturing her lips. He pulled away again, looking down at her. "I feel like I'm back in high school again... borrowing dad's car to go out on a date... then going up to make out point..."

Sam giggled. He was right. This reminded her of high school too and that was what made it all the more invigorating. Leave it to Jack to think of something like that. She gasped and all thoughts left her mind as Jack's lips nuzzled her earlobe. She allowed herself to be swept away with the sensations, gasping as his teeth grazed her jaw. Sam raked her nails down his back, grasping the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it off of him. Jack pulled away long enough to lift his arms, easily shedding the garment, dropping it on the floor.

Jack met Sam's gaze with a smile. He slowly lowered his lips back to hers, never breaking eye contact. He groaning as she splayed her fingers across his bare chest, combing the soft hair through her hands. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as he kissed her passionately. He growled low in his throat as he finally pushed her shirt down her arms. Jack pulled back and looked down at her. She looked beautiful.

Sam looked up at him. Her eyes shone brightly with lust and something he was almost afraid to name. Jack smiled as he leaned in to kiss her again. She curled one arm around his neck and sighed softly, her other hand slowly making its way between them, reaching to open the button on his pants. Before she could lower the zip, Jack caught her hand in his and guided it up to his chest.

Jack pulled away from her lips. "Uh uhn. My turn," he whispered huskily, kissing his way across her jaw to her ear lobe. His hands found the front clasp to her bra, easily opening and removing it. He paused momentarily, feeling her heart beating quickly through her chest before moving on to more urgent matters. He nibbled softly at her neck, licking and stroking his way down to her breasts, nuzzling between them. Sam moaned softly, running her fingers down his back. He ran his thumbs over her nipples before taking one, then the other into his mouth, sucking lightly on them. Sam closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the seat.

Jack drew his tongue back between her breasts and worked his way down to her abdomen. He opened the button and zip on her pants and slipped them and her panties down her legs. He looked up at her, watching her reaction as he ran his hands down her thighs. He drew small circles with his thumbs, letting them flick teasingly close to her centre, but never touching.

"God, Jack, please..." she moaned in frustration, raising her head to plead with her eyes.

Jack grinned wickedly as he bent his head to nuzzle her abdomen. He trailed hot kisses down to her thighs, teasing her, avoiding the one place she wanted him to touch her the most.

A strangled cry tore from Sam's lips as Jack's nose brushed her moist curls as he moved his lips to kiss her other thigh. She arched towards him, trying to show him what she wanted, but Jack only teased her with more hot, wet flicks of his tongue.

Just when she thought she could not bear another second of his exquisite torture, Jack relented. He suddenly turned his face into her, nuzzling her pleasure bud with his lips. Sam arched her back against him, crying out inarticulately.

Jack parted her moist folds and gently thrust a finger into her silky centre, setting up a rhythm of slow, leisurely strokes as he brought her closer to ecstasy. A soft whimper escaped her as he thrust a second finger into her, stretching her further. Jack's renewed attack on her clitoris with his tongue sent Sam spiralling over the edge. The keening wail that tore from Sam's throat as her orgasm overtook her went straight to Jack's groin, making him painfully aware of just how tight his trousers had become.

Slowly Jack kissed his way back up her body. Sam reached for him, welcoming him back into her arms. She gently brought a hand to his face, tracing his lips, which were still slick with her juices. He kissed her fingertips, drawing them into his mouth to suckle them gently.

"I need you," she whispered. Sam pulled her fingers from his mouth and reached for his trousers again. This time he helped her, lifting his body away from hers as she pushed them off of his body.

Jack searched her eyes as he settled over her. His throbbing erection pressed urgently against her thigh. Sam caressed his shaft with her cool hand, coaxing a low groan from Jack's lips. His breath caught in his throat as she guided him to her centre. She ran her hand back up his side, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Tell me what you want, Sam," he said in a husky voice. "Tell me."

She bit her lower lip and looked up at him. "I want you... please, Jack. I need you."

Jack moved forward, his lips covering hers in a deep kiss as he sank into her liquid heat, stretching her deliciously. Sam arched against him, taking him deeply into her, welcoming him. Jack felt her tremble beneath him as he started moving; his strokes slow and even.

Sam ran her hands up and down his back, digging her fingers into his shoulders as her need for release increased. He tore his lips away from hers, as his thrusts became more urgent. He nipped and nibbled at her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jack grasped her legs, guiding her to wrap them around his. Sam let out a soft cry, bucking against him in counterpoint as he thrust into her with an animalistic need. Her world shattered into a million shards as her orgasm ripped through her. Jack followed a moment later, exploding inside her in long, hot spurts.

They exchanged tender kisses as they slowly calmed down from their frenzied lovemaking. Jack caressed her face, smiling down at her. He rested his forehead against hers, enjoying the feel of her still-heaving breasts beneath him. "Hey," he said in a soft voice.

"Hey yourself," she replied affectionately, lightly tracing her fingers up and down his back.

"Are you okay with this, Sam? I would hate to think that we did something here tonight that might have damaged our..."

Sam silenced him with a feather-light kiss. "I'm more than okay with this, Jack." She smiled up at him. "But if we don't get dressed before the tow truck shows up, we might damage our reputations."

Jack claimed her lips for one last kiss, hugging her tightly to him. He then pulled away, retrieving various articles of clothing as he moved to sit on the seat beside her. "Yours, I believe," he said with a grin, handing her bra to her. "It clashes with my outfit."

Sam playfully smacked his arm, taking the proffered item from him. She quickly found the rest of her outfit and got dressed. By the time she was finished straightening her blouse, Jack, fully dressed, was turned towards her, looking at her. Sam opened her door and got out of the car, gesturing with a jerk of her chin that he should join her.

Jack crawled across the seat and stepped out next to her, pulling her into his arms, hugging her closely. They stood that way for several minutes before Sam whispered, "Penny for your thoughts."

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like you in my life, Sam." He gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. "I..."

Bright lights caught Jack in the eyes as the tow truck pulled up. The driver stepped out and grinned at them. "Sorry it took me so long."

"No problem," said Jack.

"Let me have a look at those tires and we'll see what we can do." The driver walked around the front of the car and examined the two damaged tires. Sam and Jack watched as he changed out the driver's side tire with the spare and then filled the passenger side tire with a can of Fix-A-Flat. "It's not a permanent fix... and you can't go more than 50 mph... but it'll get you to the filling station in Palmer Lake where they can take care of you."

Jack took the clipboard and signed the receipt. It was more then he had expected but he was not about to argue.

Sam quietly excused herself and got back into the car. The night air sent chills down her spine, her skin still clammy from exertion. She pulled on and zipped up her jacket and then turned on the radio.

Jack and the driver stood there for a moment talking. "If you ask me Buddy, I wouldn't drive a mile further down this road."

"Yeah, mind if I follow you out?" Jack asked, smiling at the man while trying not to notice that his combover was being blown haywire from the rising night breeze.

"Of course not. It's better this way. This road's littered with all kinds of stuff that could put a few more holes in them tires." He pointed to Jacks car, then grumbled before stepping back into his truck, "Not that you two would mind that much anyway."

"Excuse me?" Jack asked, quickly turning to question him but it was too late. The driver had already sat back down in his rig and turned on the noisy diesel engine. Jack shook his head and tried to hide his reddened cheeks as he opened his door and sat back down.

The End