"Interlude" by Lola

TITLE: Interlude

AUTHOR: Lola

RATING: NC-17

PARTS: 1/1

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. Also, no copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to real persons, alive or dead, is coincidental. The lyrics from 'Everything You Want' by Vertical Horizon, were used without permission, no infringement was intended.

REQUIRED READING: None

CATEGORY: Missing Scene from Urgo and PWP

WARNINGS: Adult content

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This came about from the discussion in the infirmary between SG-1 and Dr Fraiser. Specifically - Sam "Ah, he doesn't have total control over us. Just the power of suggestion."
Daniel "He also seems to be able to enhance our enjoyment of certain experiences in order to motivate us.
Janet "Really?"
(That just sent my mind deep into the gutter)

ARCHIVE: Sam & Jack

SPOILERS: Urgo DATE: 01/30/00

FEEDBACK: Yes, please :).

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It's been three days since the EM pulse in the lab and not a peep from Urgo. I think I did it, I think we're free of him. It's a relief and it looks like all of the desserts on base are no longer in grave danger. We're still confined to the base, but no longer have a 24 hour guard nor are we stuck in the level 22 isolation quarters. I pause and stretch, since we're off active duty I decided to catch up on my paper work.

"Hey, Carter. What about a break for lunch?"

"Colonel, I didn't hear you come in."

"You were pretty engrossed in your gadget."

I tip my neck from side to side trying to work out the kinks that had developed.

"Here, let me."

I feel his hands slip on to my shoulders, his thumbs gently brushing the sides of my neck before descending to my shoulder bones. Slowly and gently his hands massage my shoulders. I let out a silent sigh, God that feels so good. His hands dip lower along my spine, gently kneading the knots that have formed. When he reaches the small of my back I can't help it and I moan in pleasure. I don't think a massage has ever felt that good before.

"Like that, huh?" He whispers in my ear, his voice low and husky, causing me to shiver.

"Mmm." I reply, to caught up in sensation to think coherently.

His hands slip beneath my shirt. My breath catches at the feeling of his warm hands against my bare skin. I feel him move closer to me as his hands press my shoulders forward. His hips are even with mine, the stool that I'm sitting giving the extra height. I feel his fingers trail against my arms as removes my shirt. I shiver, but I don't know if it's from the cold air hitting my body or the feeling of his fingers caressing my skin. Slowly he stretches my arms before me, so that I'm half way lying on the table in front of me. I hear him whisper "Stay." Before his hands go back to kneading the small of my back. I arch like a cat, seeking his touch. I feel his lips descend to my neck and turn slightly to give him better access to my jaw and ear. I feel his teeth close over my earlobe and tug on it, before his tongue caresses it. I moan in pleasure and try to squirm closer to him. My breath coming out in short pants.

"Jack, please." I gasp as I feel his hands near the clasp of my bra. His hand strokes it once and I groan my frustration. I feel his lips smiling against my neck. Slowly his fingers release the clasp then slip the bra down my arms, leaving it on the table. His fingers trail with agonizing slowness back up my arms. I shift, trying to encourage him to move faster. Finally, his hands reach my breasts. I start to sit up, give him better access only to bump into his chest. I'm completely surrounded by him, my head tilts back on his shoulder as I give myself over to the feelings that his touch invokes. As he cups my breast I turn my head toward him, catching his lips in an all too brief kiss. As I drag my lips from his I murmur, "Your shirt, take it off."

I see him smile as he quickly divests himself of his shirt. I try to turn around to face him, but he stops me, "Not yet."

I feel his lips and tongue trailing fire down my back as his hands return to my breasts. Gently he fondles them and my nipples instantly harden. I moan as he gently pinches one between his finger and thumb. I arch back into him, unable to control myself. Slowly he turns me around, his lips seeking the nipple that his hand had just left. I thread my fingers through his hair as I arch to him, trying to bring him closer. I suck in oxygen, as my breath becomes more ragged. His leg parts mine and I feel his hand lower to my butt as he pulls me closer. His hands slip under my thighs to guide them around his waist before he tugs our bodies into full contact.

"Jack!" I groan, desire and need swamping my senses as never before.

"Sam." He whispers in my ear, cause me to shiver as he grinds himself into me.

I whimper with need my hands clutching at his back as our lips finally meet in a full-blown kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth hot, demanding and bold. Never has a kiss been so erotic, I can feel his hunger and it feeds my own. Nimbly our tongues twine in an age-old dance. We break apart only when the need for air becomes too great. His lips trail down the side my neck and he nips my shoulder before gently soothing it with his tongue. His hands slip between us and I feel his fingers undoing my fatigues. He lifts me as he slips my remaining clothes from body. I slowly unwind my legs from his waist so that my fatigues can fall to the floor. He sets me back down on the stool and his lips capture mine in an earth-shattering kiss. His hands rest lightly on my knees, pushing them apart so that he can stand between them. Lightly he trails the backs of his fingers up my thighs. My hands trail down his back to knead his ass. His thumbs brush my thighs and I try to pull him closer, the fabric of his fatigues rough against my bare skin. He deepens the kiss as he pushes me backward, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of my neck, his arm supporting my back while the other hand gently teases me. I arch to his touch, wanting, no needing more. Never have I felt this alive never this aroused.

His lips leave mine and I hear him moan. "So hot, so wet." As he slowly thrusts a finger into me.

I gasp sensation floods me. Desire hot and all encompassing floods my body.

I feel his lips on my ear as he whispers, "Like that, do you, Sam?" Unable to respond verbally I arch into his hand, drawing him deeper. At that moment his thumb brushes my clitoris causing my body to jerk. "That's it, baby." His voice ragged with need. I moan as he increases the pace of his fingers and he slips a second finger, then a third one into me. "Come for me, Sam. That's it. Open your eyes."

My eyes flutter open as I gasp and then my climax hits me. A kaleidoscope of thoughts and feelings run through me. As I float back to Earth, I feel him pick me up. He's cleaned off the lab table with a swipe of his arm. He lays me on the table and joins me a moment later. He's naked, completely naked. I revel in the feeling of his skin against mine. I can feel his erection as he leans over me. His kiss is hot, hard and satisfying, with a slight hint of desperation to it. I feel my desire returning, rising higher than before. I let my hands roam over his back, pulling him closer. I can't seem to touch enough, the more I feel him the more I want him.

"Sam." He pants need filling his voice.

"Yes." I moan, wanting him again. His fingers thread through my hair as he positions himself. I feel him, close, oh so very close. I arch slightly, demanding he continue. He smiles as he gently thrusts into me. I moan with the feeling. Every sensation seems more intense, more real. He stops and gazes down into my eyes. "Please." I gasp.

His lips capture mine again as he slowly rocks. My legs go around his waist, pulling him in deeper. I hear him exhale harshly as speeds up. One of his hands slips between us to fondle me and I gasp in pleasure. "Soon, Sam, very soon." He gasps. Whether it's a warning or a promise I don't care need spirals through me. His thrusts becoming erratic and his breath more ragged.

"Yes!" I scream as I start to come only to hear his shout of my name as he follows me.

Slowly I become aware again. Jack is lying on his side; head propped up in one hand while his other slowly draws patterns in my skin. Soothing rather than arousing.

"Hi." He murmurs.

"Hi, yourself."

He leans down and kisses me gently. As the kiss ends we both sigh softly. We know there is much to discuss, much to talk about, but that will come later. Right now were just content to be as we are.

"So how about lunch?"

I smile and nod. We dress slowly. Our attempts to help each other are more of a hindrance; fingers caressing and touching bare skin rather than helping to cover it. Finally we're dressed. I run my fingers through my hair hoping to restore it to some order. Jack smiles sheepishly and I grin back at him. Then we leave to go get some lunch, neither of us noticing Urgo in the corner with a big smile on his face.

Well, that's something I'm definitely going to have to suggest again he thinks to himself with a smirk.

The End