Title: In Another Time

Author: Deanie

Rating: NC-17

Fandoms: Stargate SG-1 (Sam/Jack)

Distribution: SJD, my site -- anyone else who wants it, let me know first.

Disclaimer: Sam and Jack don't belong to me. If they did, they'd get naked more often. Instead, they belong to MGM, Double Secret, Gekko, and other people who aren't me and are used without permission.

Author's Note: Happy Birthday Matt (if it is a little late - blame the uncooperative muses). This smut's for you! Thanks to Becca for the suggesting the setting. Ironically, I had half of the story written before Matt asked if anyone knew of any 1969 fic. Maybe my muses are psychic...

Spoilers for: Season 2, "1969"

Thanks to: Matt, for having a birthday to begin with. Becca, for the setting. Carol, for the advice. Ralkana, for the quick beta. And, as always, Shalnyx, for encouraging me to write smut in the first place.

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In another life, in another place
I'd have held you close
I'd have known your grace

In another world, in another time
You'd be mine
-- Jennifer Love Hewitt, "In Another Life"
*****

Captain Samantha Carter stood in the forest, sipping her coffee and staring out into the darkness. Tomorrow they'd know one way or another if it would be possible for them to go home. She wanted to go back to 1999. Her life was back in 1999. So why was there a little piece of her secretly hoping their plan would fail?

She groaned, leaning her head against a nearby tree trunk. She knew why; she just didn't want to admit it to herself. In 1969, she wasn't Captain Carter and he wasn't Colonel O'Neill. In 1969, they could just be Sam and Jack. No rules, no regulations, just themselves and their feelings, though the latter was still unspoken, even in this atypical setting.

Which was another point of debate - the things that neither of them was willing to admit. Assuming, of course, he felt the same way about her as she did about him. Jack acted like he did, sometimes... but other times...

Sam closed her eyes, fighting against her uncontrollable thoughts. Why was she even thinking about this? It didn't matter. They were going to go back to their time, and everything would go back to normal - the way it was meant to be. Heading back to the future, when they couldn't have a relationship even if they wanted to.

She took a sip of her coffee, letting the liquid's warmth flow through her chilled body. Even in August, the Pennsylvania woods were cold at night. If only...

No. She wasn't going to think about having Jack's arms around her. That was entirely inappropriate...though the more she thought about it, the more the idea consumed her.

Sam shook her head, trying to push the thoughts aside. "Career suicide," she whispered aloud. Getting involved with a superior officer would be career suicide. For all that they claimed otherwise, the military was still a boys' club. She had to be twice as smart, twice as strong to get half the recognition - that was just the way it was. If she became romantically involved with a superior officer, the gossip would run rampant, and her accomplishments would mean nothing - she'd just be that woman who slept her way to the top.

She loved her career, and her work at SGC was the most exciting thing she'd ever been a part of. She woke up every morning eager to go to work, and she didn't want to give it up.

How unfair was it that in order to have the one man she could see herself falling in love with she'd have to risk giving up almost everything else that was important to her?

Unless they were stuck in 1969.

She whirled around at the sound of a twig breaking behind her, relaxing when she recognized the familiar face. Jack. No, Colonel O'Neill, she corrected herself. Only in her most private dreams could she refer to him as "Jack."

She turned back to the forest, hoping her thoughts weren't apparent on her face. "Nice night, sir," she said, keeping her face averted as he murmured something non-committal. She tensed as she felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. What was he doing? She forced herself to relax, concentrating on slowing her breathing, knowing she couldn't do anything to betray the way she felt.

She felt his warmth behind her as he stepped closer, until their bodies were almost touching. She closed her eyes, fighting the shivers that ran through her at his nearness.

"You're thinking too much," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Just this once, let's not think."

She gasped. This couldn't really be happening. She was asleep, fantasizing...

No, this was real. She groaned as she felt his lips against her neck, his tongue tracing patterns against the delicate flesh. She leaned back, bringing her body into full contact with his, tilting her head to allow him better access to her neck.

His hands slid across her waist, sneaking up under her blouse to caress the skin of her abdomen. She reached one arm back behind his head, pulling him closer, tilting her head up as their lips met.

His kiss was hot, flavored by the bitter coffee they'd both drunk. She opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue inside. God, he tasted so good, better than she'd even imagined - and despite her best intentions, she'd done plenty of imagining.

As they kissed, Jack's hand crept upward until he was gently stroking her lace-covered breasts. Sam moaned with pleasure, her nipples tightening under his touch. Her breath came in quick pants as she pushed her body back into his, feeling his growing erection pressing up against her. She wriggled her buttocks, smiling when he groaned at the contact. Nice to know she wasn't the only one being driven crazy.

Their lips met again, tongues dueling for the control neither was willing to surrender. His hands continued their roaming over her breasts, fingers lightly pinching one taut peak then the other as she writhed beneath his ministrations.

Sam squirmed in his arms, wanting better access to his body. She needed to touch him, a feat she couldn't accomplish in their current position. Thankfully, their position was one thing that could be easily changed.

She whirled around, throwing her coffee cup off to the side and shoving him back against a tree trunk before bringing her mouth back to his. He froze momentarily, as if startled by her aggression, then relaxed under her sensual assault. Never breaking the kiss, Sam reached up to push his jacket off his shoulders. They both had too many clothes on. She'd wanted him for so long, and now that she had him her patience was wearing thin - she wanted all of him, and she wanted him now.

She reached up underneath his t-shirt, reveling in the delightful texture of his hair-roughened skin. Damn, he felt good.

He involuntarily recoiled as her fingers played over his tense abdominal musculature. "Ticklish?" Sam whispered as her hands moved lower on his abdomen. "I'm sure I can find a way to use that to my advantage."

"I'm sure you can," he murmured. His voice, husky with desire, sent shivers down her spine. He impatiently tugged at her jacket, tossing it onto the ground on top of his as their lips met in another passionate kiss.

Sam opened her mouth, welcoming his invasion. Their tongues touched, again and again, drinking in each other as if each knew they might never have this opportunity again. Live in the now, she told herself. Don't think about the future - not that she could think much at all when his hands were under her skirt, urging her closer.

They still had too many clothes on. She tugged at his t-shirt, pulling the offending garment off and adding it to the pile at their feet. He pulled her blouse up, cursing when it got caught in the tangle of beads around her neck. "Aw, for cryin' out loud," Jack muttered, glaring at her when she giggled.

"Sorry," Sam said, struggling to repress her laughter.

"You're not helping," he growled. "And what have I told you about giggling?"

She smiled. "Allow me." Slowly, she removed her jewelry, acutely conscious that he watched her every move. Though she was still fully clothed, she felt naked beneath his penetrating gaze. He knew her better than anyone else she'd ever known, sometimes better than she knew herself. She trembled involuntarily. Sex with Jack would be more...would be other...would be something that she didn't know how to put into words.

"Sam?" She turned at the sound of his voice. He sounded a bit unsure...very unlike the typical Jack O'Neill...of course, they were in a far-from-typical situation. She glanced at him quizzically.

He took a step forward, putting out one hand before dropping it, as if thinking better of the idea. "You...we..." He closed his eyes and paused, as if gathering his thoughts. "We don't have to do this if it's not what you want. You can say no."

She smiled, then in one swift motion, pulled off her shirt and stepped forward until their bodies were mere inches apart. "Why on earth would I want say no?"

Sam heard his groan as they touched. His hands clutched her back, pulling her roughly against him. She shuddered at the contact, the feeling of his burgeoning erection pressing against her belly driving her wild. "I want you, Jack," she urged. "Now."

She watched his eyes darken with desire as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her for another kiss. In this moment, he was as essential to her as the air she breathed. His arms wrapped around her body, never breaking the kiss as he lowered her to the ground, their discarded clothing the only thing between their bodies and the hard ground.

Sam squirmed beneath him, trying to get comfortable despite the rocks jabbing against her back through the thin layers of their jackets. He groaned, as if the friction her movement caused was too much for him to bear. She deliberately grazed her pelvis against his, smiling as her actions caused him to gasp her name.

"Sam," he murmured against her ear. "You're killing me."

"That's the idea," she whispered, her warm breath caressing his ear as her teeth gently tugged on the lobe. Her hands trailed down his body, exploring the planes and angles, lingering over the spots that drove him wild. His hands moved in kind, lightly dancing over her exposed skin, teasing and tantalizing until she could take no more.

"Jack, please," she moaned. Consumed by her passion, Sam lost all ability to think. She was desire incarnate, driven by her need to possess him. Taking advantage of the distracted way he was nibbling at her ear, she efficiently rolled him over until he was flat on his back with her straddling his thighs.

We both still have far too many clothes on, Sam thought. She reached up behind her back, quickly removing her bra and tossing it aside before moving on to work on his jeans.

He grabbed her hands, stilling her movements. Sam looked down at him quizzically, unsure why he'd stopped her. He simply stared up at her, reverently watching the play of moonlight over her pale skin. "You are so beautiful," he whispered hoarsely. "I want to hold onto this moment forever."

Sam paused, seeing her feelings echoed in his deep brown eyes. They both wanted to cherish this moment, knowing that they might not have another chance to be together like this for a very long time.

"Sam, I..." he began, but she silenced him with one finger on his lips.

Words were unnecessary. Both knew that their feelings for each other ran far deeper than Air Force regulations would allow. An admission of those feelings, now, would just make them harder to suppress once they got home - assuming they ever got home. "Jack, don't say anything. Just make love to me."

"Happily," he whispered. Pulling her down, his mouth devoured hers, holding her against him as one hand roamed the smooth skin of her back.

Sam rocked forward, loving the delicious friction of his chest hair abrading her sensitive nipples. She ground her pelvis against his, and he moaned her name, tugging at her skirt with impatient fingers. Sam lifted herself up as he pulled her skirt down, tossing it aside.

"You still have too many clothes on," she whispered. She made quick work of the buttons on his jeans, and in seconds he was as naked as she. "That's more like it." She smiled, letting her appreciative gaze roam his body. Long years of military action and physical training had honed his body, sculpting the lean muscles of his impressive physique.

Impatient with her slow perusal, Jack flipped her over, capturing her kiss-swollen lips with his own, his tongue plundering her mouth as his hands raced over her body.

He reached down between her thighs, one finger gently probing her core, testing her readiness for him. She bucked against his hand, wet and ready for his possession. Wanting to prolong her pleasure, he slipped two fingers inside her, teasing her delicate flesh as his thumb sought out her clitoris, lightly brushing against the tight bud.

Sam groaned, her breathing quickening. His clever hands were driving her mad. Beyond rational thought, she simply acted, arching against his hand, opening under his teasing touch, urging him on with breathless moans of pleasure. "Jack...please," she implored, unable to bear the delicious torture for another minute.

"Please what, Sam?" he asked teasingly, though the breathless hitch in his voice revealed that he was as close to the edge as she. "Tell me what you want."

"You. Inside me." She looked up, their eyes locking. "Now."

The love and desire he saw in her eyes humbled him. She was beautiful. She was perfect. And, in this one moment, she was his. He held her gaze as he plunged into her, gently at first, then with increasing speed as they neared the peak. "Sam," he groaned.

As she felt the pressure building up inside, Sam bit her lip to stifle a scream. Her short nails raked his back; her hips rose to meet each thrust. "Oh, God," she cried, unable to contain the rapture she felt.

"Shh, baby," he cautioned, muffling her next shriek with his lips. "Don't want to wake the neighbors."

Sam knew that their traveling companions were a short distance away, but she couldn't contain herself. He thrust into her forcefully, rapidly losing control as his orgasm approached. Each movement pushed her higher until she thought she was going to explode if she didn't let it out. She bit down on his shoulder to suppress her scream as she climaxed, waves of ecstasy coursing through her.

Her inner muscles spasmed around him as she came, the rhythmic squeezing setting off his own orgasm. With one final thrust, he emptied himself into her, then collapsed, exhausted.

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Afterwards, she lay in his arms, their heated bodies pressed together, the new lovers not yet ready to have to be apart.

Jack sighed, smiling as he snuggled her closer. "I'm just glad we've got a few more days in 1969 before we have to go back to the future."

Sam stared up at him. They wouldn't have another chance to be alone like this, even in this time. So what did he mean...?

He smiled at the questioning look in her eyes. "Oh, I know that tonight was a one-time-only event. We're not going to have time to be alone again."

"Then what...?" What did he mean about being happy they still had several days in 1969?

He grinned. "I need time to heal. I'd have a hell of a time explaining the teeth marks to Ol' Doc Fraiser."

Blushing, Sam averted her face from his gaze. "I'm sorry. I...just..."

He slipped one finger beneath her chin, bringing her up to meet his eyes before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "Don't be. I'm glad you were...happy. Any other time I'd love to hear you scream, but--"

"Not with Daniel, Teal'c and the kids fifty feet away." She sighed in resignation. Why couldn't they just be a normal couple? This was so hard. "Jack? Are we going to be able to go back to the way things were before? Act like nothing ever happened?"

"Do we have a choice?" he asked grudgingly.

Sam shook her head. "Not as long as you're still Colonel O'Neill and I'm still Captain Carter."

"We have to, Sam. As much as I'd love to tell the world that you're mine, we have to act like nothing's changed. Our careers depend on it." He pulled her closer, needing to feel her body against his, desperately wanting to prolong their time together. "Now me? I'm just an old soldier waiting to retire. But you? You've got your whole life ahead of you and I'm not going to screw that up."

"Jack --" she protested.

He put one finger against her lips, hushing her reply. "We're not meant to be together in 1999. In 1969? Maybe. In 2000? Who knows. But for now..."

"For now," she said forcefully. "Let's just be Jack and Sam. Just for a little while."

He held her close as they savored their stolen moment in another time.