"A Miracle Cure" by Ann-Marie, Sonya, Flo, Ann & Alexandra

Title: A Miracle Cure.

Authors: Ann-Marie, Sonya, Flo, Ann, and Alexandra.

Status: This one's complete. But there may be more to follow <g>

Rating: NC17 - So I don't want to catch any of you younger members of the list reading this. ::sends them a threatening look:: Is that *clear*? Good.

Category: SJ, VRST [that's very resolved sexual tension guys <g>]

Season/Sequel info: I dunno. Whenever you want.

Spoilers: Broca Divide [just a little].

Archive: SJR, Heliopolis 2. Others ask.

Disclaimer: We don't own any of this. Even if the five of us pooled all of our money together we still wouldn't own it. All belongs to MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. No infringement is intended, and we are *definitely* not making any money from it. [Who's gonna pay us for *this*?!] We'd like to claim the story [!?] though thanks, if you don't mind.

Summary: Jack has a headache, and he takes a pill to cure it. But is the pill all it seems to be?

Feedback: Sure! Love some. But if you're gonna complain about the way it's written, you'd better blame me [Alexandra]. All mistakes are mine <g>

Copyright 2000 Ann-Marie, Flo, Ann, Sonya, and Alexandra.

Ok, this started as a result of a conversation we were having about Sam and Jack in the Onelist chatroom. We were talking about when, if ever, Sam and Jack would actually 'ahem'. That led us to further discussion of a topic that was discussed on the list a while back - about where we'd most like to see S and J make love. A number of ideas were thrown in, and needless to say the conversation deteriorated swiftly after that. This is the result <bg>. It could even be the first in a [long!] series. Maybe. Depends. Probably. Oh, and don't expect a plot, there isn't one <g> ::Looks around, hunting under various bits of paper:: Yup, we definitely lost the plot! <bg> And if any of you have any further ideas and you'd like to join in our little collaboration <g>, feel free to join us!! The more the merrier! Enough already!

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Jack had the mother of all headaches. It had been coming on all morning, and the meeting he'd just left hadn't helped. As soon as the meeting was over, he'd decided to seek Janet out, get a couple of pills and go home to bed. Unfortunately Janet had been busy in the infirmary - SG-6 had just returned - so he'd had to wait longer than he'd have liked. Finally she came over to him.

"Colonel, what can I do for you?" she asked.

"Headache," he replied. "No, actually, more like a migraine. Got anything? *Please* Doc."

"Another one?" Janet sighed. "You really should come and see me so we can check those out. And maybe discuss some alternative methods of relief, besides those pills." She moved to the drugs cabinet, and pilfered around until she found what she was looking for. "Ah, here we go. These arrived yesterday. New shipment, different from the last ones I gave you. Give them a try, but let me know if you have any adverse reactions to them, all right?"

Jack nodded and dry-swallowed the small blue pill she handed him. "Thanks Doc."

Unhappily for Jack, it took him almost an hour to get from the infirmary to the locker room to collect some gear he needed before he could go home. First Daniel had waylaid him, then Sam - 'That's Major Carter to you', Jack, he thought - then Hammond had wanted to have a word. Once again Jack was unfortunate. He couldn't seem to get Sam out of his head. The way the light shone on her hair...the way her eyes lit up when she was excited about something... the way she had looked at him in the corridor before...the way she licked her lips as she thought about her answer...Her lips... He felt a familiar stirring in his groin. He'd barely been able to concentrate on what Hammond said.

Finally he reached the locker room, quickly checking the sign above the door to make sure it was still the 'Boy's room'. The sign was still blue so he wandered in.

There was someone in the shower - and they were singing. It sounded like Sam. 'But she'd change the sign wouldn't she?' Jack thought, desperately trying to ignore the stiffening in his pants. But her things were laid out on the bench, so he knew it was her. Despite himself he imagined what she looked like... her hair slicked back, water cascading over her shoulders and breasts, down her back, over her bottom and down her thighs, slipping over her abdomen and lower... He shook himself, and boy if he hadn't been hard before he was now! He found himself moving towards the shower, dropping his gear absently on the floor.

"Who's there?" Sam called. Jack didn't reply, he was too caught up in his out of check hormones. He simply walked up to and stepped into the shower. Sam hadn't heard him; she had her back to him, and all he could see was her beautiful back and ass. Without thinking, he moaned. Sam turned around, and they both gasped.

"Sir? Are you all right?" she asked, taking in the way his black T-shirt clung to him, emphasizing his hard abs, and pecs. Jack didn't reply, instead he took the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.

Sam swallowed. "Uh, sir?" she choked, trying to control her own rush of hormones. God, had someone heard her thoughts? She couldn't stop herself from looking up and down, and she noticed the bulge in his now soaking pants. "Are you ok?" she asked again, softly.

Finally her question penetrated his hormone-soaked brain, and he dragged his gaze from her breasts to her stunningly blue eyes. "I am now," he said huskily, stepping forward and pulling her to him, enjoying the feel of her breasts finally rubbing against his chest. His mouth descended to hers, and he kissed her passionately, coaxing her mouth to open under his, and drawing her arms around him.

Sam found herself kissing him back with equal fervor, pressing herself against his groin. 'No,' she thought, 'this can't be happening'. She somehow managed to break the kiss and pull back from him. He looked very surprised and... disappointed. "What..." she started. "Sir?"

He moved forward again. Now that he had started, he most definitely did *not* want to stop. "Call me Jack," he ordered quietly. "Do you remember that time in the locker room, when I said 'not like this'?" Sam nodded, her blue eyes wide and dilated. "Well, now I'm going to show you how!"

Sam looked surprised for a moment, and then she grinned. "Well it's about time!" she replied, grabbing his head and drawing it down for the most explosive kiss Jack and ever experienced. Her mouth opened under his, and her tongue dived into his mouth teasing and thrusting suggestively with his. One hand ran through his hair, the other ran down his back, enjoying the feel of his hard muscled back. His own hands ran down her back and over her ass, bringing closer to his aching groin. He moaned into her mouth as she thrust herself against him. Her hands moved from his head and back, down between them to begin to undo his pants, stroking him gently as she did so.

"Sam!" he gasped, breaking the kiss. She smiled wickedly back at him as she slowly drew his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them and turned and grabbed the soap, as Sam stood up again. Kissing her deeply once more, but this time briefly, he lathers up the soap.

"But I'm already clean..." She weakly protested.

Jack grinned. "Humour me," he replied as he started a slow sweet massage of her body, concentrating on her firm breasts, making her nipples harden. Sam moaned with pleasure as he followed his hands with his mouth. "Jack!" she said, gasping in turn. Jack grinned again, and dropping the soap, pushed her up against the wall, kissing her the way she had previously kissed him, teasing her with her tongue, thrusting in and out of her mouth. He ran his hands over her hips drawing her close to him, pressing his hardness into her abdomen. She moaned and writhed against him, running her hands down his back, over his bare ass, drawing him closer to her, and then up and between them, and over his oh-so-bitable stomach. Hearing him groan with delight, she continued to move her hands slowly downwards, to the inside of his thighs, deliberately skirting the place where he wanted her touch the most. He broke the kiss, and gasped... and got a mouthful of water. Sam giggled as he spluttered.

"Hey, no giggling!" he admonished, recovering. They stood there a moment, taking in each other's dilated eyes and heavy breathing. "Sam..." Jack said softly, moving to push her against the wall, and end the sweet torment they were putting each other through, but Sam was having none of it. She dropped to her knees before him, and placed small, brief kisses to the inside of his thighs, before moving to his engorged length, running her mouth up and down him, but not giving him what she knew he desperately wanted. "Sam," he groaned, his hands moving to her head to pull her closer. She resisted, and continued her sweet torture, running her tongue down him, and lower, over his balls, tickling that sensitive spot behind them she seemed to know instinctively was there.

"Oh, Sam please," he begged. Sam halted her torture, and smiled wickedly up at him, enjoying his flushed and almost desperate expression. "Oh, no, Jack, it's time for some payback," she grinned.

"Payback?" he asked worriedly, as Sam ran her hands up and the inside of his thighs, while using her tongue to caress him once more. She halted, and looked up into his passion-darkened brown eyes, and smiled again.

"Yeah, payback for all those nights I lay awake thinking of you..." she replied, swirling her tongue around him, making him throw his head back and cry out, bracing himself against the wall. "Wanting you...." she added, repeating her action. Jack looked down at her and groaned once more.

"Please Sam, I can't take much more..."

Sam stopped and laughed. "Black ops training - ha!" She then proceeded to show him no mercy by slowly running her tongue up and down his hard and pulsating shaft.

"Oh, Sam!" he cried as she finally reached the head and closed her lips around it, sucking lightly and circling it with her tongue. "Oh, god, don't stop, Sam *please*", he moaned, almost at his limit. Sam felt a corresponding wetness between her legs as he said this, and she broke off just as Jack leaned down and pulled her up against his body. He lifted her up against the wall, and she wrapped her long legs around him. She felt his hard shaft pressing against her, wanting her, needing her. She was ready, she realised. More than ready, in fact. She looked up at him, at his passion-glazed brown eyes, as he fondled her bottom, lifting her slightly.

"Please, Jack...now," she begged.

Holding her gaze, he thrust into her, hard, and she gasped with pleasure. He was so large, but her body soon accommodated him. He slowly started to rock, causing passion to flood her body as she gyrated against him. Every thrust brought them both a new wave of pleasure.

"Jack!"

Jack smiled and drew almost all the way out, and then thrust back hard, again and again, his thrusts becoming ever more erratic and deep, eliciting a pleasured moan from Sam, who met him thrust for thrust. Their passion starting to overwhelm them, they moved fast and faster, slamming into one another.

"Sam!" Jack cried, "Oh god, Sam! This feels so good!"

"Yes Jack! Harder! Oh, please!"

Jack felt her start to tighten around him and knew that she was close, and he tried to hold back just a little longer. Still holding eye contact , he moved faster as she began to explode around him. He watched with pleasure as she finally gave in to the ecstasy and threw her head back and cried out. With one final hard thrust he sent her spiraling over the edge, her cries echoing around the shower cubicle. Jack followed mere seconds later, spilling his warm essence into her, groaning into her neck.

"Oh, Sam," he managed to gasp. They slowly slid to the floor, both still gasping, but never breaking their intimate contact. As they sat on the floor of the cubicle, Sam straddling his thighs, Jack reached up and turned off the water which was still raining down on them. He looked back at her, as she caressed his cheek, and smiled. He lowered his head and kissed her and caressed her back gently. Finally, he lifted her slightly and regretfully pulled out of her. He stood, and held out his hand to help her up.

He lifted one hand to her cheek, gently running his thumb over it. She leaned into his caress, briefly closing her eyes.

"Oh, Jack. Why did we wait so long?"

He ran his hand up and through her hair, kissing her softly once more. "I don't know," he replied. He sighed, and they moved to get dressed, Jack managing to find some clean and dry BDUs in his locker. Watching her get dressed, he felt himself stir again. Sam caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow. He grinned back, and moved towards her. She stepped willingly into his embrace and his long, slow teasing kiss. Finally he lifted his head, and she moaned in protest, opening her eyes.

"My house later?"

She was just about to answer, when suddenly a call came over the address system.

"Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter to the briefing room please. Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter to the briefing room."

"Damn," Jack sighed, and looked at Sam. "Guess we'd better go."

Sam nodded, adjusting her mussed hair and straightening her T-shirt. Just as Jack opened the door he realised something. "Hey, my migraine's gone! That pill of Janet's actually worked this time!"

Sam grinned at him, and they headed to the briefing room.

The End