Title: Crossroads

Authors: Claire and Rogue007

Email: sg1girl2002@yahoo.co.uk and imp007@hvc.rr.com

Category: Sam/Jack romance

Rating: NC-17, graphic sex

Spoilers: Meridian,

Archive: SJD and any place else that asks.

Summary: Jack and Sam have a few drinks and a chat...

Disclaimer: Don't sue, I don't own these guys and I probably never will either. They belong to the powers that be. I'll put the characters back when I am done…well maybe I'll keep Jack. ;)

Sam watched silently as Jack broke open one of the bottles of whiskey that he'd kept hidden in his desk. He grabbed a second bottle and handed it to Sam.

"Sorry, no cups in here." He said softly.

Jack raised his bottle before taking a swig and said, "To Daniel."

Sam repeated the gesture, and they both took a drink in Daniel's memory. They both sat in silence for most of the first bottle. When Jack pulled out another bottle out of his desk, Sam decided to speak up.

"Colonel, don't you think it'd be wise idea if we took this party somewhere else," she said softly.

Jack gave her a questioning look and she added, "I mean drinking in your office isn't such a good idea. What if somebody comes looking for you?"

He looked over at Sam and replied, "What are you suggesting Carter? We can't exactly leave the base now can we; knowing our luck we'd get pulled over for drunk driving the second we get to the first gate."

Sam pondered the idea for a bit and tried to decide if they were sober enough to make it. When she realized they wouldn't make it, she turned back to Jack. Her face blushed slightly; Jack had been watching her.

"How about if we find somewhere a little more quiet on the base then?" Sam offered.

"There are no quiet places on this base Carter." Jack answered her.

"Your right," Sam replied.

Both of them lapsed into silence again while they tried to think of some place to go.

Suddenly Jack spoke up, "We could try one of our quarters. Dad's still on the base isn't he?"

"Yeah why?" she asked.

"Well, we won't try yours then," he answered. "He'll probably come looking for you."

"Yours it is then, but if he does look for me, he'll probably try yours as well."

"If he does, you could always hide under the bed," Jack told her with a grin on his face.

Sam looked at Jack with a smile creeping onto her face, "sound like you've got it all figured out already."

"Yeah sure you betcha.. Come on, let's go," Jack said reaching a hand out to Sam.

He moved to stand, tripping over a bootlace in the process. He landed on Sam who was still seated across form him. Sam helped Jack get up and steady himself.

"Jack are you okay? I thought you could handle your alcohol?" Sam asked jokingly.

Jack hesitated, surprised to her his name come out of her mouth.

"Jack?" he questioned her.

Sam looked embarrassed and answered him, "er… sorry sir, slip of the tongue."

"No problem Carter, that is my name. I've told you before that you should call me Jack when we're off duty."

"Sam," Sam shouted back at him.

"Huh…" now Jack was confused.

"My name, use it," Sam cheekily answered him back. "and besides, we're still on base, sir."

"Cut it out Sam, we're drinking on the base for crying out loud. Anyway, back to the original discussion, how are we going to get to my quarters while I can't stand up properly and you probably either." Jack asked.

"We lean on each other for support." Sam said.

"Do you have any idea how suspicious that would look… ah to hell with it, let `em wonder!" Jack exclaimed.

Jack once again stuck his hand out to Sam and pulled her up. They steadied themselves for a minute then set off to Jack's quarters. Jack wrapped an arm around Sam and felt her shiver at his touch. She put her arm around him in return. They stopped at the end of the first corridor, and Jack poked his head around the corner to see if the next was clear.

As they stumbled down the corridor, Jack pulled her closer. She melted against him, smiling widely.

"Feels nice," Jack said softly.

"Wanted for so long," Sam replied.

Jack stopped walking and looked at her. She looked back up at him, realizing what she'd said. They both laughed lightly.

"So, you too?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. It's been kept in that room too long," she replied.

They were pulled from their daze as Jacob came down the hallway.

"You two look like your connected to each other." Jacob replied.

Jack and Sam separated from each other, not going far though in case the other needed support. They both looked at Jacob and saw he was grinning.

"Dad?" Sam asked.

"Yes Sam." Jacob replied still grinning.

"What are you grinning at?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Jake!!!" Jack shouted.

"Ok, I was just thinking how cute you look together."

"DAD!!!" Jack and Sam both shouted loud enough to be heard on the surface.

"You would make a cute couple," Jacob continued.

Jack blushed, wondering if his feelings were that obvious. He moved away from Sam a bit more, hoping Jacob would move on soon. He desperately wanted to get to his quarters and sit down, before he fell down.

"Dad, there's nothing going on between us," Sam insisted.

Jacob laughed at her, "There should be. In your words Jack, `screw the regs'."

"Ok Jake, let's get you to the infirmary."

Sam shoved Jack playfully and he fell against the wall. Both of them started laughing, feeling the full effects of the alcohol.

"Why?" Jacob interrupted.

"Why? Jesus dad you're practically telling us to screw the regs," Sam said when she'd stopped laughing.

"There's more important things than regulations Sam, and one of them is your happiness. As your father, I happen to know Jack is the man to make you happy," Jacob answered looking at Sam.

"I can't believe were having this discussion on base, in the middle of a corridor, for crying out loud!" Sam said, starting to sound like Jack with her words.

Jack and Jacob both stared at Sam after her last statement.

"What?"

"I see you're picking up on Jack's O'Neillisms," Jacob said.

"O'Neillisms?" Sam and Jack both asked in unison.

"Yes, O'Neillisms. Anyway I think the two of you need to talk. When you decide you need help with the regs, give me a shout and I'll call in some favors for you," Jacob answered.

Sam and Jack looked into each other's eyes as if they were silently conversing. They were lost in each other and Jack once again put his arm around Sam as they left Jacob.

Thankfully Jack's room was just around the corner. He pushed the door open, half falling into the room. He felt along the wall for the light switch and flicked it on when he found it. Sam shut the door behind them and locked it. Jack sat down on the bed and pulled another bottle of whiskey from the bedside stand. This time he pulled out two shot glasses. Jack filled the glasses and put the bottle back.

"One more drink…" Jack said as he handed the shot to Sam.

Sam eagerly grabbed the shot glass and downed the whiskey. She set the glass down and stretched out on Jack's bed. The pillow smelled of his cologne and she inhaled deeply. Jack smiled at her and then drank his shot.

"To unspoken feelings," Sam said softly.

Jack stretched out beside her and rested a hand on her flat stomach. She gasped at his touch.

"What are we doing Sam?" Jack purred.

"Screwing the regs," Sam said trying her best to imitate him.

Not wasting any time he leaned over and kissed her. His hands crept down her sides and tugged her shirt from the waistband of her pants. His touch seemed so familiar as his hands moved up her body, sliding her shirt along with them. He cupped a breast before he pulled the shirt off completely. Jack rolled on top off her quickly and paused as he looked into her eyes.

"Tell me how you've dreamt of this," Jack said between ragged breaths. He kissed her then moved to nuzzle her neck.

"All those times off world…lying so close to you, I wanted you so bad. Some nights it was all I could do not to jump you."

She looked disappointed as Jack pulled away from her, but a smile quickly came to her face when he pulled his own shirt off. Sam's hands instantly began to caress his chest. Jack once again caught her silky lips in a fierce kiss and ground his hips against hers. Sam moaned as she felt his erection pressed against her.

"Now is your chance to have me," Jack whispered in her ear. Sam squirmed beneath him as he sucked on her earlobe softly.

Sam slipped her hand between their bodies and began to unzip his pants. She stroked his penis through the fabric of his boxers. Jack sat up and watched with lidded eyes as she pulled him out of the boxers. Her hands on his length sent shivers through his body. Jack wanted to be buried deep inside her now, no more waiting. He shifted and worked free of his pants and boxers.

"I want you Sam," he growled as he forcefully removed the rest of her clothes. He couldn't resist licking her clit a few times, the scent of her arousal urging him on. He felt Sam's hands tugging him back up to her lips. He kissed her and positioned himself between her legs. Sam's fingers raked his back and Jack teased her, slipping only the head of his penis in a few times. She tried to push upward and take him completely, but he pulled away each time.

Sam was getting irritated with the game, "Now Jack," she hissed.

He thrust into her hot channel in one smooth motion. Her legs wrapped around his back and he slid even deeper into her. He ravished her neck and breasts with kisses as he set a rhythm. He was going deep and hard, urged on by her moans. He could feel her muscles twitch around his penis and moved a thumb to rub her clit. She closed her eyes and gripped the blanket tightly in her fingers as she cried out his name. Having satisfied her, Jack let himself lose control and thrust harder, following her over the edge a few seconds later.

As they both came back down, Jack withdrew and pulled Sam closer. She lay her head on his chest and traced lazy patterns with her fingertips. Jack sighed contentedly, not wanting to ever have to let go of her. He kissed her forehead softly.

"I was wondering something," Sam said breaking the silence.

"What?" Jack asked as she moved to look him in the eye.

"Can I keep you?"

He smiled and hugged her, "For as long as you'd like….forever if you'll have me."

Sam snuggled in next to him and whispered, "forever" then drifted off to sleep.