"Midnight Fantasy II - Sam" by Arla

Title: Midnight Fantasy II-Sam

Author: Arla (AKA EvilTwin)

Rating: NC-17

Classification: SJR

Spoilers: None

Archive: SJRA; Heliopolis; All other's please ask first

Disclaimer: Gekko, Double Secret and MGM own it all. I am merely playing in the SG-1 sandbox and will return all, including pails and shovels, when I am done

Summary: Sam is fantasizing about Jack

Notes: Since several people have asked here is a companion story to Midnight Fantasy-Jack. I think this is going to end up to be a three part series. :O) Thanks to Sam for betaing this :o)

It's been a very long day and I am tired. The mission we just returned from, although particularly arduous, was a fairly routine and boring one. After having been checked out by Janet and given a clean bill of health, I wanted nothing more than to get home and into a hot bath, then fall into bed and sleep for the next week.

So here I am at home, the bathroom lit only by flickering candlelight, music playing softly to add to the ambiance, up to my chin in hot, scented water and bubbles soaking the dirt and tiredness from my body. I reach a hand out of the water and pick up the goblet of wine from the floor beside the tub. The heat of the bathroom has caused condensation to dot the cool glass.

I take a slow sip and the sensation is purely sensual as the cool liquid slides down my throat. I close my eyes, tilting my head back with a sigh and know I can no longer ignore the low hum of arousal that's been with me most of the day.

It's that time of the month.... that time just after my period when I get hornier than hell. I had been able to ignore it for most of the day with the mission occupying nearly all of my thoughts and energy. But there had been times today times when his nearness and the smell of him nearly drove me wild.

My face flushes with commingled embarrassment and desire as I recall that he had almost caught me staring at his ass. And boy what an ass it is, firm and tight and....

~Shit Samantha, not a good idea thinking about that.~ I tell myself as I sit up and pull the plug from the drain. I climb out of the tub and pull on my robe. After blowing out the candles, I take my wine into the bedroom, turning out the lights as I go until my house is lit only by the small light on my night stand. I set my wine on the night stand, then move from my bedroom and make one last trek through my home, double checking that the windows and doors are firmly locked. Once I am certain that the house is secure, I retrieve the bottle of white wine from the fridge and return to the bedroom. I place the bottle on the night table next to my glass then move to my dresser.

I know that my earlier thoughts and my state of arousal have motivated my choice in sleep wear as I burrow passed the practical cotton nightshirts and pajamas and pull out a silky nightie from the bottom of the drawer.

I slip the gown on and study myself in the mirror. The cream-colored satin and lace hugs my body like a second skin, flowing over the expanse of my breasts, down over the leanness of my ribs, and to the flat plain of my abdomen and lower. I try to imagine his reaction if he were to see me in it, and can see in my mind the desire in his dark eyes when he sees that the skimpy gown reveals more than it covers. His hungry eyes rake over my body and my nipples press erotically against the cloth.

I push the image from my mind with a frustrated growl and step away from the dresser. I move to the bed and pull back the covers, sliding between the cool sheets. I settle down and turn out the light, plunging my bedroom into darkness. The wine is forgotten as I close my eyes and resign myself to the fact that I won't get an ounce of sleep until I deal with the arousal that has been with me all day.

A small sigh escapes my lips as I bring the image of his face to the front of my mind. His name escapes my lips as I picture him standing before me, naked and aroused. My eyes travel hungrily over his magnificent body. It is sculpted and toned, with not an inch of fat as you might expect with a man his age. My eyes continue their trek downward and stop. I release a small gasp at the size of him. His hard cock is thick and throbbing and larger than any I've had before.

Jack must have seen the concern in my eyes as he smiles and kneels beside me on the bed. He leans over and kisses me tenderly, silently assuring me that everything will be all right.

I strip off the night gown I had so recently donned and push back the covers until I am completely bare. My hands raise to my breasts and it's Jack's hands I feel. I touch myself as I imagine he would touch me. Gently, I tease my nipples until they are hardened points then slide both my hands over my torso and down to my hips. Bending my knees and parting my thighs, I slide my hands along the inside of my legs slowly working up my body. An aroused gasp escapes me as my finger finds my clit. I am already wet and I slide a finger down to collect the moisture and move back up to rub it over my clit. I begin to stroke, slow and steady, just the way I like it.

My eyes drift closed again and I sift through the many fantasies I have of Jack for the one that will suit me best tonight.

"He's watching you again," Janet whispers in my ear.

"Who?" I ask as I sip my drink, even though I know *exactly* who she means

"Colonel O'Neill," Janet replies. "God, he looks like he's ready to pounce." She chuckles.

I look up and see Jack across the room and his gaze is so hot that I shiver.

"I wonder if he knows," I murmur.

"Knows what?" Janet questions me.

I blush as I turn to her and mumble, "I'm not wearing any underwear."

"God, you're not serious!" Janet hisses in disbelief. I nod and Janet flashes me an evil smile. "I can't believe it."

"I can't believe I did it either," I tell her then hold out my glass. "I'm going to the ladies room."

I know instinctively that Jack will follow me as I move down the hall and pause at the door to the washroom. In the mirror at the end of the long hall, I see Jack step out. I smile to myself and move away from the bathroom, heading instead for the Game Room I had seen earlier. I enter the room and cross over to the pool table that dominates most of the room. Just as I reach it, I hear Jack as he steps into the room. I turn to face him as he closes the door and turns the lock.

No words are spoken as Jack moves towards me and the air fairly crackles with sexual energy. In a few quick strides, Jack is standing in front of me. He braces his hands on the edge of the pool table and I am effectively penned in. Jack's gaze is intense and feral as he leans forward, the action pushes me back against the table. "Sam." he fairly growls just before his mouth swoops down on mine and his tongue plunges into my mouth. I release a soft moan as I follow suit.

I feel his hand as they span my waist and lift me up until I am sitting on the edge of the pool table. Jack's hands slide down my body until they are at the hem of my skirt. He pushes my skirt up and growls low in his throat when he sees that I am not wearing panties.

Jack's eyes meet mine and his gaze is scalding as he slides his hands down my bare legs, caressing my skin through the silky material of my garter-less stockings until he reaches my feet. My shoes drop to the floor one by one before his hands make the return trek. His hands barely skim over me as they move up past my waist, over my breasts to my shoulders. Gently, he pushes me back until I am laying on the table, my lower legs dangling awkwardly over the edge. Jack lifts my legs, bending my knees until I place my feet on the soft felt of the pool table. With his hands on my knees, Jack exerts gentle pressure until I part my legs, letting them fall open until I am exposed to him. He flashes me a feral grin that tells me exactly what he is planning to do and I shiver in anticipation as he leans forward. I gasp as his tongue touches my clit. That gasp quickly turns to an impassioned moan as he continues to lick and suck my clit until I am sure that I will surely lose my mind from the exquisite torture. I feel my orgasm build, and seconds later I release a half-surprised moan as I come with an intensity I've never reached before. Jack lifts his head and grasps my shoulders, gently pulling me up against his body as his lips seek mine. He kisses me softly at first, his lips barely touching mine.

But I want more. I deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping boldly between his teeth and I moan at the eroticism of tasting myself on his lips and tongue.

I lower my hands and fumble with his belt and zipper.....I want him inside me NOW! I slip my hand into his boxers and free his hot cock. Jack groans as my fingers move up to the tip and brush over the leaking head. I stroke him, my fingers dancing over the tip, giving it a gentle squeeze each time I move up. This elicits a growl from Jack, and after only a few strokes he pulls me forward and impales me. I gasp at the purely erotic feeling of Jack's throbbing cock deep inside me and I wrap my legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside. His mouth seizes mine, tongue plundering deep and I meet the gentle strokes with my own tongue.

Jack's hands capture my waist and he steps away from the table, moving us to the large sofa nearby. He stretches us out on the soft cushions and I sigh as I willingly accept the weight of his body on mine.

"Now, Jack," I moan huskily and thrust my hips against his.

Jack growls and his lips return to mine as he begins to move inside me. His hands slide to my breasts and he squeezes them gently through the fabric of my uniform. My own hands slide down to grip his ass and guide his thrusts, urging him to pump harder and faster. With each plunge of his cock into me I am pushed closer and closer to climax.

"Jack!" I moan, teetering on the edge.

Jack's hand slips between us, down to the point where are bodies are joined and slips a finger inside, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The moment he touches me, my hips buck against him and I cry his name as I come. Jack follows me, his breath is hot in my ear, moaning my name as he too comes.

My fantasy ends and I open my eyes. My breathing slowly returns to normal as the sensations of my orgasm subsides. I roll over and snuggle deeper into the covers and though I feel better, there is still an empty place in my heart. A place that can only be filled by Jack. As I fall asleep I know that no matter what the risk, no matter the cost I have to tell him how I feel.

~FIN~