"Miles To Go" by Aftyn Victoria

Title: Miles to Go

Author: Aftyn Victoria

Status: Complete

Category: Romance S/J Established relationship

Spoilers: Slight one for POV and I think that’s all… If there are any more… They’re not big enough to give anything away.

Season/Sequel info: none

Rating: NC-17

Content Warnings: Sexual content

Summary: Sam and Jack’s anniversary

Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for amusement only and I didn’t get any money for it. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. The song MILES TO GO, by Celine Dion isn’t mine either. My dog, which is all I own, wouldn’t really be worth anything to anybody but me. He’s a disobedient mutt… but I think he’s kind of smart. So don’t bother suing.

Feedback: Yes please. Since I asked nicely... You guys should feel obligated to oblige.

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I kind of have to wonder if anything is going to go wrong tonight. In that alternate reality, it was on our first anniversary that the Goa’uld attacked. Okay Jack, that’s a pessimistic line of thought! Stop it! Everything has gone great; Sam and I went out to dinner at her favourite restaurant and now I’m preparing to take out some wine to the living room. Nothing is going to happen… Well, something’s going to happen, but I think it’s going to be a *bit* better than a Goa’uld attack. I would actually prefer beer, but on this occasion, I think it’s better to have something more romantic. Thus, white wine.

My footsteps are soft as I sneak from the kitchen counter to the living room doorway. I can’t help but watch Sam as she stares into the fire place where a crackling fire is going. The fire’s light is reflected on her pale skin. God, she’s beautiful. So beautiful, like an angel sent from the big guy himself. She turns, probably sensing my presence. That smile of hers is so gorgeous, it lights up her whole face.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Her voice is soft, but I can hear the trace mischief in it. She takes her glass of wine and sips it, slowly, just to see if she likes it. She raises an eyebrow in confusion, I guess I must be staring. Who wouldn’t stare? She’s so… perfect. Any other word just wouldn’t fit my Samantha. My wife. Once again, I must be staring because she takes my hand and pulls me down onto the carpet next to her. The fire’s heat is comforting, like a mothers hug.

I instinctively pull myself up behind her and wrap an arm around her waist. I hear her let out a contented sigh, like someone who’s just found true happiness amidst total havoc. After I set my wine glass down, I pull at the neckline of her sweater a bit so I can kiss the soft, warm skin of her neck. Her body shudders beneath my touch. "Cold?"

"Jack, we’re sitting in front of a fireplace. What do you think?" She turns to face me and that glorious smile of hers appears once more. "I’m just fine." After her statement, she tilts her head upwards a bit and initiates one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s not fast and hard like in the movies, but it still holds more passion than I’ll ever be able to express with words. Her tongue traces the outline of my lips, wordlessly asking for entrance. How can I deny her anything, especially when it comes to this?

When we finally break for air, she just stares at me. That sparkle in her eye, the same one that was there in the briefing room when I first met her. When I first met her… When I first met her, I did not like her. She was a scientist… A female scientist that was trying to prove herself to the rest of us. That made her all the more annoying at the time. But now, I wouldn’t want anyone else on SG-1. Never.

I remember the generals expression when Sam and I confronted him about our possible engagement. That look of sheer bewilderment. He didn’t just say, ‘sure, why not? Go get married. Live happily ever after!’. No, he didn’t. In fact, he gave us a long speech and managed to incorporate all the different regulations we would be breaking. All the different reasons we would be court martialed. When he finished he just kind of looked at us as if asking if we still wanted it. I sure as hell did. She’s all I’ve wanted for quite a while now and she’s all I ever will want.

Once we convinced him that it was going to happen, even if one of us did have to transfer, he told us he’d see what he could do. Okay, so we were bluffing. I had already told Sam that if it did come down to one of us transferring, I wasn’t going to let it happen. I wouldn’t ruin our careers like that. After all, we hadn’t done anything to warrant a court martial, yet. Fortunately, it never came to that. Thank the gods. Whatever gods are real. The general called us into his office the next day and gave us a speech almost identical to the previous one, but when it didn’t shake us, he told us it was possible. He had gotten some sort of pardon from the big wigs in Washington. As long as we kept our relationship on base professional and didn’t risk the whole team to save one another, it was okay.

I guess I was staring once again, I think I do that a lot. Sam runs her fingers up my arm and down again, sending all sorts of wonderful sensations through my body. I lean down and kiss her cheek, then her chin. She leans her head back, exposing her beautiful neck-- or what’s not covered by that damn sweater. My mouth brushes across her jaw, then her silky neck. The sweater has got to go! My hands, that were enjoying themselves where they were around her waist, begin to lift the soft fabric of the sweater. Sam pulls back and places a hand in the middle of my chest softly as she shakes her head.

"Nuh-huh." No? I guess my face portrays my disappointment, because she smiles. "Not yet." Not yet, well that’s better. When then? Soon? Oh-well, that’s not important. I’ll just enjoy what I can get for now. I push her back softly until she’s lying on the ground before me. I can’t resist the temptation to climb on top of her. She giggles as I hover over her and touch my lips to hers. "Why Jonathan O’Neill, are you flirting with me?" I respond to her flirtatious, teasing tone with a smile and a kiss on the forehead.

"Maybe we should move this into the bedroom…" She grins and nods.

"I’ll meet you there; I’m going to turn off the lights." I kiss her a final time and roll off of her, instantly missing the warmth of her body beneath mine. She pushes herself off the carpet and heads towards the kitchen to turn everything off. I follow suit and get up, but I head down the hall towards the bedroom.

We’ve decided to stay in my house. There’s no real need to get a bigger place right now. Besides, it’s too much of hassle. I pull off the tee-shirt I’m wearing and toss it into a laundry pile that has accumulated over the past week. I meant to clean it up today, but I never got around to it. Sam and I had to go in to the SGC today. Actually only she had to go in, but I decided to keep her company. Someone had played with one of her gadgets and accidentally dismantled it or something.

I crawl into bed, only clad in my boxers. The cotton sheets are a little cold against my skin, but it’s not uncomfortable. "Lay down." Sam’s soft voice startles me a little. She’s standing in the doorway, dressed only in an undershirt and her slacks. Sam switches off the uplighter and I can only hear her soft footfalls advancing towards me. "Close your eyes." Once again her voice is soft, but still demanding; so I comply. Any sound she’s making are being drowned out by the fierce rain outside.

I begin to wonder what she’s doing, she hasn’t made any further movement that I’m aware of. She’s probably undressing… Damn, I wanted to do that. The radio flicks on just before I feel the area of the bed next to me, lower slightly from my lover’s weight as she hovers over me. Sam lowers herself onto my torso and allows her legs to slide from my upper thighs, to my calves. I can tell the only thing she’s wearing are the silky panties I gave her this morning.

I’m a little surprised when her lips touch mine softly since my eyes are closed. Her right hand splays over my chest and slides up until it rests behind my neck, where she utilizes it to bring my mouth closer to hers, thus deepening the kiss. A moan of disappointment escapes my lips when she pulls back and brings herself to seated position on my stomach. The light seeping in from the street is barely able to illuminate half of her beautiful angelic face. The smile she gives me when I reach up to caress her cheek is filled with affection. This woman loves me. I don’t know why, but she does.

Sam entwines her fingers with my outstretched hand and brings the back of it to her lips. Her breath is warm and comforting on my skin. She pulls me up into a sitting position. My back is against the cool wooden headboard and Sam is seated, facing me in my lap. My love leans in and gently kisses my waiting lips. The pressure is so light, but the emotion is deeper than anything I’ve felt before. Sarah and I might have been in love, but for some reason we never had anything this. We were never able to obtain this depth of understanding and we never quite made this connection.

Sam begins a trail of kisses down my jaw line and I’m starting to realize just how much my body is responding to her touch. I’m sure she’s noticed my body’s reaction to her passionate assault on my senses, but she hasn’t made any attempt to further our situation. Her hands trace imaginary patterns on my chest as her mouth applies a soft pressure to my ear lobe.

I can’t help but release a contented sigh when her hands fall to the waistband of my boxers. I bring my hands to the gentle curve of her bare waist. My fingers slowly pull off her only garment, she stretches her legs out to allow me to finish my mission. She whispers my name almost inaudibly when I begin to dominate our activity by changing our positions.

Now she’s laying beneath me, effectively pinned down by my superior weight. She rewards me with her beautiful smile as her fingers edge my boxers down, my Samantha giggles as her feet finish the removal of my only piece of clothing.

"I guess you’ve figured it out by now, it was never my sidearm." She laughs delightedly; her body shaking below me isn’t doing much for my self control. She wraps her arms around my neck and brings my lips down to join with hers. They’re so soft, smooth, welcoming and oh-my-god, so very sweet.

I love this woman! She’s smarter than I will ever be, even if I live for a few centuries. She has the most beautiful smile. Sure, many husbands may say that about their wives, but her smile can light up an entire room. My Sam is so strong and independent, yet she is so fragile. She’s always there when I or anyone else needs her; dependable and compassionate. And I could never leave out just how damn beautiful she is! This body could bring down any man if Sam wanted to use it that way. Her eyes… her eyes are my favourite. So expressive. I can always look into her eyes to see how much she loves and trusts me. And she’s all mine.

My heated length is aching for her. Sam’s eyes are closed, but the occasional moan as I kiss her neck is all I need to urge me on. When I thrust into my beautiful love, I hear her gasp my name. At first she allows me to rock slowly in and out of her silky center, but it didn’t take long for her to start meeting my thrusts with her own. I can tell she’s close; very close. Her breathing is fast and her short nails are digging into my shoulders. I decide to torture her just a bit more; I pull almost completely out of her, then thrust in deeply.

"Jack…" It’s all she can manage as sexual euphoria overtakes her body and she quakes beneath me. Her release brings me so close to the edge I almost can’t bear it. I can’t help but rock harder; I *need* my release. Sam begins to meet my thrusts once more which pushes me over. My lower half seems to have a mind of its own as I ride out my orgasm. Sam moans as she comes a second time, shaking all around me. At first neither of us move, we’re both enjoying the post-orgasmic feeling of warmth.

I roll over sated; Sam catches her breath for a few seconds before curling up next to me and resting her head on my chest. It’s only now that I actually listen to the radio.

*** *** *** *** *** ***
I would walk to the edge of the universe for you
Paint you a crimson sunset over sheltering skies
I could learn all the world dialects for you
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I walk to the edge of the universe with her all the time.
I would do anything to see that smile of hers…
Although my foreign languages aren’t that great.
I only know a few words in Italian and Spanish.
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Whisper sonnets in your ear discovering truth
I could never worship pagan gods around me
I will only follow the path that leads me to you baby… always
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I never was any good at poetry in High School and I doubt I’ve improved with time, but Sam does read me some of Frost’s stuff once in a while. And I’m not all that religious, but I do worship her. She’s my everything. I guess I sound sappy to anyone else, but I love her more than anything. My eyes shut before the rest of the song can sink into my mind. In my dreams I see her…

End

****I wrote this BEFORE Jack was bad… So I guess it could be AU where none of that ever happened… or perhaps it DID happen, but Sam forgave him and saw his logic; He didn’t think he was coming home so he went with Lara in an attempt to forget about Sam. ANYway… I’m rambling…***