TITLE: Private Instruction

AUTHOR: Sare

EMAIL: aquaresare@yahoo.com.au

RATING: NC17

CATEGORY: S/J, pretty much PWP

SPOILERS: none

SEASON/SEQUEL: set sometime in season 6

SUMMARY: Some interactions always end with an important lesson

ARCHIVE: SJ yes, SJ nc17 yes, heli yes, anyone else please ask.

DISCLAIMER: They’re not mine, despite several birthday wishes. The story, however, is.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: My knowledge of nuclear physics almost rivals Jack’s so I ask everyone to forgive the accuracy (more inaccuracy) of the technobabble in this fic. There isn’t much and it sounds okay but probably makes absolutely no scientific sense whatsoever. It’s been a long while since I’ve contributed fic so I’d love to get some feedback, pretty please. Oh and I’m Australian, and I’ve used Australian English spelling, which is occasionally a little different to American. Hopefully it won’t matter too much.

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It was late. They’d come home hours ago, but after the requisite infirmary visit, then the too long debrief, Colonel Jack O’Neill was ready to crash. Each team member had quarters on the base, a tiny cell with a hard narrow cot and dull grey walls, but it was a place to sleep. Tonight even his on-base quarters looked better than having to drive all the way home to an empty house. Of course he could organize a different situation but figured tomorrow would have to be soon enough.

“Sir.”

He turned around to see Carter, walking briskly to catch him.

“Carter.” He nodded as they reached the elevator, then turned to wait for it to arrive. “You staying on base tonight?”

She nodded. “Can’t seem to convince myself that it would be worth going home when we have to be back here in 6 hours.”

“That’s what I figured.” He waited, obviously Carter had something she wanted to say.

“Colonel, about Jonas’ request-”

“We’ve been through this Carter, it’s not a good idea. Those people want to keep their legends and their artifacts and whatever else to themselves. Having Jonas stay there for an extra week would go against those wishes.” They stepped onto the elevator, and the Colonel absentmindedly fiddled with his hands after pressing the button for their floor.

“You don’t think he’s capable of a little diplomacy, sir?”

“I think Jonas is capable of many things. Tamping down on his curiosity? Not one that comes to mind.” The heavy doors opened and they stepped out in sync. “Why do you care so much anyway?”

“Because I think you underestimate him. I think he could look at their culture and their past and all the things they want to share, and leave the rest.”

“Carter you know for a fact that Jonas would never leave it. He’d just keep pumping and pumping… they’d get completely fed up with him and send us death threats for ever leaving him there in the first place.”

They rounded the corner and stopped in front of the door to Sam’s quarters.

“You don’t know that for a fact, sir.”

“You’re telling me Jonas’ lust for knowing everything about everything wouldn’t hit them with all the force of a Titan missile?”

“Okay fine. You got me.” She turned around and opened her door, before facing him as if it was an after-thought. “Colonel, before you bunk down, could you do me a favour and go over a couple of reports with me. It won’t take long.”

Jack rolled his eyes but nodded anyway, and swept a hand in front of him in a grand gesture for her to take the lead into the room.

“Yeah ‘cause you know how much I get a kick out of—“

Her mouth cut off his words as soon the door clicked shut behind them, her hand snaked around his head and brought it almost forcefully down to hers. Jack responded by pushing her up against the side wall, the entire length of his body pressed into hers, and he couldn’t stop the involuntary thrust of his hips at the enticing contact. She responded in kind and pulled his shoulders closer. After a few moments the harsh edge of their desire melted away and they broke the hungry kiss, though not the embrace. Sam’s warm breath tingled against his neck as she tucked her head against him.

“God I’ve been wanting to do that for two days.”

“Tell me about it, Carter.” He pulled her far enough away from the wall so he could slide his hands down her back to cup her buttocks and exhaled in a contented sigh. “I haven’t stopped thinking about doing this since you walked past me on your way to see Hammond before the mission.” He shook his head ruefully. “One brush of your arm on my chest, *through* two sets of uniforms I might add, and I’m so hot I can’t concentrate on anything but the memory of what you taste like.” Jack leaned down and nuzzled the curve of her neck as he pulled her hips closer as if to evidence his words. “It absolutely manipulated everything I did or said after that.”

Sam smiled and lifted her head to give him a better angle.

“The pumping sir?” Referring to their conversation from the elevator.

“And the lust. I was influenced.”

Her hand snuck up his side, glancing over a ticklish spot, before it began to undo buttons and lift up cloth.

“I’d say more like ‘inspired’ sir.”

Jack sucked in a breath as her hand swept under his now-untucked shirt to caress his stomach. If he had thought he was hard before, now his arousal was almost painful. Just like that – a few kisses, one touch of her hand on his bare skin, and he was ready to explode. He caught her hand before it reached his pants, and pinned it to her lower back by leaning her closer against the gray concrete.

“Well I’m definitely feeling inspired now, Major.”

Not to be dissuaded Sam used her other hand to lift his head, weaving it into his short hair to use as leverage so she could bare his throat. She touched her tongue to his neck, over the pulse-point there, and felt the speed of the blood surging underneath. The Colonel released an almost anguished sound but didn’t move from the vulnerable position, letting her take control. Since his brain was quickly losing blood to other, more important, organs at this point in time, he figured her decisions would be better than his anyway.

She slid the tip of her tongue up to his jawline, nipping just below his ear before lowering his head to graze his lips. She coaxed them apart and kissed him more fully, dropping her hand from his head to, nimbly, undo the rest of the buttons on his fatigue shirt until she could shove it off his shoulders. The whisper of sound it made when it hit the floor was drowned out by their harsh breathing as Jack in return gripped her hair to control the kiss. He pulled Sam away from the wall, wanting her more solidly against him, jerking her shirt out of her pants, releasing her other arm in the process. Carter used it to get her shirt off, letting out a sound that was half laugh, half moan when he used the opportunity to rid her of the black crop top that was underneath it.

Then they were skin to skin.

“Jack.”

The word itself was a turn on coming from her lips, but the breathless, out of control tone made him growl. Sliding his hands down to her thighs he lifted her, his pelvis pushing hers back into the wall. Sam felt the smooth cool wall of the door at her back and the hot, hard wall of his chest at her front, pushing her breasts into flattened globes as he rocked into her. She gasped at the dichotomy of sensations and wrapped her arms around his neck, swallowing his similar moan in a kiss that was as desperate as it was passionate.

God she loved this man with quick hands and a soft heart, loved his insecurities and his ways of hiding them, adored his loyalty and his passion for his work. She’d figured that out before they decided to throw caution, and the regs, to the wind and get together of course, but the knowledge had deepened since then. She loved that he pointed out all the reasons why they shouldn’t have a relationship as he was telling her that he wanted it. Loved the way he was always so desperate for her, and the fact that he couldn’t quite figure out how she could be just as desperate for him.

Sam ripped her mouth from his, glorying in the emotions showing starkly on his face and focusing, just for a moment, on the love she saw in his eyes and the way it was so steeply fogged with his desire.

“Jack. Now.”

He nodded and managed a smile, one of the lopsided ones that always struck her, as he tightened his grip on her before lifting her off the wall and to the narrow bed. Each step rocked his sex against hers, and his smile grew as he witnessed the effect it had on her. Very deliberately he caressed her buttocks with his fingertips then slid her up against his hardness, her cleft riding the ridge of him through their uniforms. Jack gritted his teeth at the sensation but it was worth it as she sucked in her bottom lip, biting on it to keep from crying out.

Then Sam lasered him with those blue eyes and he was the one sucking in his breath. He caught her mouth again, barely registering the complaint of his knees and back as he slowly lowered her onto the military issue bunk, determined not to lose an inch of contact. Sam felt the tingles as his hand smoothed over her naked breast and reached for the fastenings of his pants, her mouth occupied by his kiss, her mind occupied with the thoughts of getting him out of his clothes. Jack’s hands joined hers, the task made more difficult by the fact that neither wanted to stop the contact of the kiss, or of her legs around his waist.

With an oath Jack sat up, disentangling his limbs from hers and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. First one boot dropped, then she heard his fingers work on the next. She let out the breath she hadn’t realised she was holding, if he had decided to stop right then she would have gone off like an overloaded naquadah reactor. As she heard the thud of his second boot she moved next to him and began ripping her own clothes off.

Jack had started unbuttoning his pants by the time she lifted up next to him. He paused as she reached forward for her bootlaces, her unbound breasts swinging slightly with the movement. He knew that on every future offworld mission, when she leant forward to take her boots off to hit the sack he would visualize the way she looked right now. The curve of her naked back, the shape her chest made braced up against her thigh, and the way her fingers shook slightly as she pulled. It was good to know she was as affected by him as he was by her.

When he realised she’d caught up he reached for her, pulling her clothing down the curve of her hips until she was naked. He skimmed her thigh with his mouth, tasting her as he made his way back up, Sam rolled them over and discarded the rest of his uniform before straddling his hips. She leant down, the hard tips of her breasts just skimming the soft hair on his chest, tantalizing them both, and pressed her mouth to his.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore he reached for her hips and brought her down onto his shaft, eyes shut with the exquisite pleasure. Sam cried out as he sunk into her, then lifted her hips at his urging and plunged down again, creating the sweet friction that would send them both over the edge. She felt his hands slide up her waist to caress her breasts and she bit back a moan as he ran a thumb over her nipple. Then he sat up, slipping deeper inside her, and sucked the distended peak into his mouth. She could feel herself climbing and called his name before he released her, rolling them both, and his weight pressed her into the narrow bed. His fingers slid up to link with Sam’s as he drove his body into hers.

Sam kept eye contact as the sensations rocked inside her, the emotion she saw there pushing her the final steps into orgasm. He kissed her as she cried out, swallowing the sound, and followed her over the edge.

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“I just remembered something.” She kissed him in between the words, feeling her body react even after its recent release. Wondering at the energy she felt when she was with him.

“Only you could still think at a time like this.” But he stilled his hands on her hips and listened.

“At the pre-mission brief, when I was explaining the scientific importance of P4F-287, you weren’t listening to a word I was saying.”

“I was listening.”

“Your eyes were completely glazed over, you didn’t hear a thing.” She leant down and caught his bottom lip with her teeth until his tongue shot out and she was distracted with kissing him. She released his lips and continued.

“You were bored out of your mind.”

“It’s not that I was bored … okay, I was bored, but look – it’s only because I didn’t understand a damn word you were saying.” He caught her chin in his hand, seeking the sharp blue of her eyes so she could see his sincerity.

“I know, but next time you’re not going to be bored.” She smiled as his hand drifted down her neck to play with the dip of her collarbone, as if unable to resist stroking her.

“I’m not?” He looked up from the movements of his fingers. “Why not?”

“Because you’re going to be thinking about something else.” She moved so that she was on top of him and leant down to kiss his shoulder. Sam looked up in time to catch his raised brow. “You’re going to associate my…” She paused to look for a word.

“Technobabble?” Even a smirk was attractive on this man, damn him.

“…informed scientific discussion with good things, with fun things.” Again she leant down, this time running the flat of her tongue over his nipple. “With me doing these good, fun things. To you.” The flat brown nipple beaded as she sucked sharply on it, and Sam noticed his responding gasp was just as sharp. She kept her lips poised above him, knowing he’d feel her breath on his wet skin. “Did you know, Colonel, that the breakdown of naquadah particles can be controlled by bursts of high energy emissions?” She delicately lapped at his other nipple before closing her mouth over it and sweeping her tongue over the bead. His chest moved underneath her and he made a strangled sound. Sam lifted, once again blowing cold air over the sensitive area as she spoke.

“I found that out during the last rounds of tests I did. That was a few months ago.”

Her mouth slid down to his hard stomach, her tongue briefly spiking into his navel as her hand crept up his thigh.

“Want to find out how that affects our control of the naquadah reactor?” She grinned up into his eyes, which she noted mischievously, were in fact glazed over… but not from boredom. He sucked in his breath as her mouth skimmed his hipbone, so very close to where he now desperately wanted her lips. Christ, she was incredible. There was a strange mixture of mischief and affection in her eyes and in the cant of her smile, not to mention that spark of something else. He wanted to capture that picture to keep with him. His body had other ideas. He smiled, linking one hand with hers, figuring he’d need to hold on to something.

“By all means, Major, educate me.”

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The End

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