Title: Christmas Story: The Miracle before Christmas.

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17, Sam & Jack

Summary: A very hung over Jack.

Spoilers: general season 8.

Archive: SJD yes, and anyone else who wants it.

Feedback: say what you have to say.

Author's Notes: I still can't believe I finished this in time for Christmas. This is a response to the Christmas Challenge posted by the list Mom: it had to have Fire- Fire place, Crystal, Ivy, Sweets for the sweet, Tears, and be NC-17.

The only WARNING I can think about is that this is probably going to be out of character. For Sam mostly. Jack's drunk so... Hope you have fun.

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It was around 5 AM when Jack woke slowly. His head was pounding, he was nauseous and dizzy and he really needed to pee. That and throw up. He was so getting old. "No I'm not!" He mumbled. *You're not even able to hold our own booze. You're so fucked up!* His brain seemed to be doing better than he was, he thought. And speaking of fucking he just remembered there was something he was supposed to be doing. Something he really, really wanted to go. And get it right. It involved screaming and moaning and a very naked Sam.

"Shit! Oh, God damn it!" He sat up immediately and his head nearly exploded. He slumped back down on the bed and looked around for a very pissed off Sam Carter. Who wasn't there. He looked at the watch. He had been sleeping for almost 2 hours. He moaned in pain. Both from the headache that was not growing to monumental proportions and from his bruised and batter ego.

How could he have been so stupid, hitting at her like that? How could he have been so pathetic to actually fall asleep during sex? He couldn't even get hard for crying out loud. Sam was giving him a hand job and he couldn't get it up. He was going down on Sam and he fell asleep. No wonder she didn't want to see him. But he was too sick to actually deal with all this embarrassment now. He would have enough time to kick his own ass in the morning.

He slowly got up from bed and went to his bathroom. He didn't turn on the light. He didn't need light. He peed and he was washing up when the room started spinning with him. He tried to grab gold of the sink but missed and he ended up on the floor. "Oh God…" He moved quickly to the toilet and threw up until he felt he was going to spit his guts if he kept it up. He had no strength to get up. He slowly felt his body slump over and without his will he was curled up on his bathroom floor, but naked. *Great way to spent the night, O'Neill!* He thought. He could have been in bed with a warm naked Sam right now. After he had just fucked her into oblivion. He could have been feeling satisfied now, instead of cold and sick.

He felt a robe being pulled over him and he jerked his head up. Who was interrupting on his feeling miserable. "Carter…" He moaned. Great. Just who he needed to see. His head fell back on the floor with a loud thud. "Embarrassing…" Was all he said, but she kept wrapping the robe around him and pulling him up in a sitting position. She sat down next to him and pulled him against her. His head rest on her shoulder while her arms went around him and he cuddled closer to the warmth of her body.

"Sir, can you stand?" He moaned. "Please, come on. Try. Let's go to bed."

"Wasn't that my line for the night Carter?" He felt her stroke his hair while her lips brushed his forehead.

She stayed like that with him a few more minutes until she tried to pull him to his feat. She managed to get him into bed and he curled up into a ball. "Sir… you ok?" Sam sat next to him and kept stroking his hair soothingly. She got up and went back into the bathroom and brought him an aspirin and water. "Sir? Here, take this." He obediently took the pills she gave him and slumped back down. She pulled the covers over him and made sure he was going to be warm, before she stood to leave. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed. "What are doing?"

"Can you please stay?" He asked, not even opening his eyes to look at her.

"Sir… I don't know…"

"Aw, come on Carter, I'm sick here. I'm dying. Kick my ass in the morning. Can you please find it in your heart to stay with a suffering man?"

She groaned and pushed him over. "You're really low! You know, this playing guilt on me is so not going to work tomorrow. I'm having your ass!" He didn't say anything and she stretched next to him, only to have him pull her back up against him and spoon tightly against her, burying his face in her neck.

"That any way to talk to a sick man?" She dug her elbow in his side. "Carter! Ow! Why do you always wanna hurt me?" His lips found the back of her neck and she moaned. "I love the way you feel…" He breathed in her neck. She relaxed against him. He was so playing her emotions here. But she was lost in him herself, and the feel of him. She rolled on her back to pull his body against her side and his head on top of her chest. He cuddled next to her and wrapped his arms around her to hold her tightly to him. "I love you." He said and she froze. *He didn't say that. He didn't mean that. He is drunk. He is sick. He is not thinking. He'll take it back in the morning.* Sam closed her eyes and sighed. Her arms pulled him closer against her and he buried his face in her chest.

"It's ok." She whispered against his hair. "Shhh… It's ok. Sleep. It's ok." She was kissing his hair, her arms stroking his neck and back until she felt him relax against her and fall asleep. She really wished she could tell him 'I love you' back, but if he was going to take it back tomorrow, he was going to feel even guiltier if he had to do it with her having said it back. She wasn't going to make things harder on him. He was going to have a lot to deal with.

When Sam woke up the next morning she was spooned up against him, with one of his hands cupping her breast and his face buried in her neck, his breath fluttering on her skin, warm and soft and all so pleasant. She tried to move a little and she felt his hard on pressed tightly against her ass. She froze and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She felt herself get wet. He was hard and hot and strong against her and she needed him so much. She pressed a little against him and she felt him thrust back instinctively. She bit her lip. He was asleep and when he was going to wake up he was going to feel like shit finding himself with his hard dick against her ass and his hand on her breast.

She should get up and leave now. But this was Jack O'Neill and he was naked and hard against her. And he felt warm and comfortable and he was holding her like he was holding on to life and she just didn't have the heart to leave him. She moved her ass against him, pulling the leg that was on top towards her chest, until she felt his dick slip between her legs and against her wet folds. Now this was better. She stayed like that a while until she felt him thrust against her and slip through her folds. She bit her lip to keep her moan quiet. She didn't want to wake him.

But by the way his breath on her neck changed she realized her was awake. He wasn't moving and she decided to play like she was still asleep herself. Let him decide how this was going to go. He still wasn't moving but his entire body shuddered. He had woken up to find himself with a hard on buried between Sam's legs, against her wet folds and a hand on her breast. And she was wet, her juices were coating his dick and her nipple was hard against his palm. He didn't want to move, although he knew he should. She felt so good and he had wanted to feel her wet and hot for so long. He took a chance and brushed his face against her hair while his hands caressed her breast gently. "I'm sorry." He said slowly and rolled over, pulling away from her.

"What for?" He heard her voice and he groaned in desperation.

"Of course…" He moaned. "I should have known you would be awake." She turned over to look at him, but he had his face in his hands. "No way I'm walking away from this with a shred of dignity, now am I?" He threw the sheets away and got out of bed. He walked inside the bathroom and closed the door.

Sam sat there and sighed. He was miserable. She had warned him to stop last night. He just wanted to keep on going. She never should have agreed to sleep with him. Or to even get in the same bed with him. She got out of bed herself and walked to the bathroom. She knocked softly before she entered.

He was leaning on the sink, looking like he could die right now. "You need the bathroom?" He asked casually.

"No." She walked to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "You feeling better? You were pretty out of it last night." His head dropped. "Look, it's ok! You just had me worried. I didn't know what to do with you when I found you on the floor. You scared the living hell out of me!"

He nodded. "I know. Thank you for being there. I really need you. I'm sorry." He felt her hands rub his shoulders and he sighed. That felt good.

"It's ok. I'm always here. You feeling better now?" He nodded. "Good. Come on. Bed. It's still early." She took his hand and dragged him after her to the bed. "Try and sleep some more. I'll go see what you have to eat around the house."

"God…" He groaned. "No food. I can't eat anything."

"Ok… no food." She pulled the covers form over him and he protested. "Hey, don't be rude. Share." To his surprise she got back in bed with him. He was expecting her to go back to her room, or get dressed and leave. Certainly not to get back in the same bed with him and cuddle up to his side as she was doing right now.

He closed his eyes and relaxed. She was soft and warm and the contours of her body felt so good pressed against him. He was still hard from when he woke up and her presence wasn't helping him. At least if she had left, no matter how miserable he would have felt he could have taken care of 'it'. And 'it' was getting pretty hard and painful because her breath was hitting his neck and he could feel her tight nipples against his chest.

Without any warning Sam rolled over and climbed on top of him. "Carter!" She stretched herself over his body, trapping his dick between their bodies. He moaned and thrust against her belly. "God Carter… you really don't wanna do that…" His hands were keeping her hips still.

"What are you sorry for?" She asked. "This morning you whispered 'I'm sorry' against my neck. Sorry for what?"

His hands started sliding up her body to rest against her back. He couldn't think straight with her on top of him like this, feeling so much of her. "Jeez, I don't know." He started trying to focus on her face. "Where should I start? For getting dead drunk, for hitting on you like a fool, for embarrassing you. Christ Carter, I'm sorry I put you through that." She smiled at him and he was really hoping he was reading her expression wrong. She looked at him with a sexy, dirty smile that made his dick twitch. "What?" He asked.

"Aren't you sorry for falling asleep while you were going down on me?" He moaned and closed his eyes, his face flushing bright red. "Or… let's say… for not getting it up?" His hands left her body to cover his face again, which was a bad idea because now she was free to move. And she moved. Rubbing herself on his dick and he moaned gripping her hips again.

"Carter! Stop, or I swear to God I'm gonna blow!" She smiled at the strain in his voice. "Yes, I'm sorry about that too. But more so about the fact that I put you in that position."

"You didn't put me in this position." She said moving her body over him. He was so going to die. "Make it up to me." Damn that smile of hers.

"What? Carter… What?" He looked at her as she sat up, straddling his hips. His eyes traveled over her naked body suddenly not knowing what to do. Was she serious? "Please don't play with me like this!" He begged her.

She moved her hips so his dick was slipping between her legs, against her. "Don't you want to fuck me anymore?" His eyes glazed over and his hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled back over him. His other hand went to her hair to hold her still while his mouth closed over hers and his tongue pushed forcefully in her mouth. She moved her own tongue to stroke his and he moaned, pressing his mouth tighter against hers.

"God yes, I want you Carter!" He moaned and she grabbed his head too, to hold him to her, lips pressed and tongues slipping wetly over one another. She lifted her hips and slowly slid down his length taking his dick inside her warm body. "Oh fuck!" He moaned pulling his mouth from hers to gasp for air. "Carter!" His hands tightened on her hips and she stilled.

"Good?" She asked breathless. She was reading both pleasure and pain over his face. He was forcing himself not to close his eyes against the feel of her around him and she could see the passion in them as they stared at her face. She was really right there.

"Jeez, yes. My God… you feel so good." She started rocking on him, slipping off and then pushing hard back down on him. "Oh shit!" His head went back on the pillow and his hands released her hips and pulled her mouth to his. His lips were mad against hers. His tongue slipping in and out of her mouth, but he was rapidly loosing his breath. Her lips released his and he was gasping. She moved to his neck and she sucked at the skin. His hands were tight in her hair and she was loving it seeing Jack so out of control. "God Carter, I need you." He moaned.

She pulled back, sitting on his thighs, moving faster. His hands went to her breasts and he stared at her flushed face and the way her muscles rippled with the move of her hips. She looked like every fantasy he ever had about her. And she was right here, right above him, around him, wet and tight. And he felt his eyes blur from passion and pleasure and fulfillment.

Sam laced her fingers with his. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Up. Come up." She breathed tugging at his arms to bring him up to her. He moved in a sitting position and wrapped one arm around her slim waist to support her, while he helped her move her legs in a more comfortable position. "Yes… Oh my God!" The angle was changed and he hit her just right on every thrust. She kept moving on him, supported by his arms, while hers ran through his short silver hair and over his shoulders. She was looking at the completely blissful expression on his face and listening to his soft moans, until his lips moved to her face.

"I need you… I need you so much…" He began kissing her face, her eyes, her forehead and she sighed. "God, Carter, please… can you move harder?" She leaned back on his arms so he could reach her neck. He grinned all to happy to be of service and his lips closed slowly over the flesh, while his tongue tickled her skin and she moved more powerfully against him, fucking him harder. She heard him moan against her neck, his body shuddering against her.

"Much…ah, yes… better than last night… oh… don't you think?" Her hands had begun tightening in his hair and she was breathless as she spoke.

He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were focused on his face but they were clouded with desire. She was biting her lower lip and her muscled shook with every inward thrust of his dick. "You haven't seen nothing yet Carter!" He said, determined to make up for the humiliating events of the previous night.

His hands moved to her shoulders and neck and he supported her while he stretched her on her back and he rolled on top of her. He had managed to keep his dick inside her body. He didn't think he could bare the loss of her. "Pull up your knees." He said and when she did, he slipped his hands under them and pulled them further apart and higher towards her chest resting is weight on his hands.

Her body arched off the bed when he slipped deeper inside her. "God… this is amazing!" He thrust inside her and heard her loud moan. "More…" He smiled and dug his hands in the mattress for support and started thrusting inside her powerfully. She was meeting him thrust for thrust as best she could, her small hands gripping his back and pulling him closer to her. She was shaking with every move he made inside her, feeling the beginning of her orgasm, as her muscles contracted around him. He leaned over her to feel more of her body when release ran through her, arching against him, trembling, slamming into him.

Her hands gripped his upper arms tightly. "Oh yes… please…" She breathed looking at his face burning with passion over her. He was fucking her powerfully and she was so close. After all this time she was finally going to orgasm in Jack O'Neill arms, with his dick thrusting inside her body when she came. He was right there, watching her, fucking her, and those were his arms around her, holding her to him while he slipped his dick in and out of her. She was his and she was surrendering to what his body was doing and to the way he felt. She was finally going to come underneath the heavy body of Jack O'Neill.

Her eyes squeezed shut as sensation started running through her. So close. With him. Right here. His house. His bed. He saw her lips part and she was fighting for breath. And then tears started running down her cheeks. She was crying and he froze. "No, no… Sam, it's ok, it's ok, I'll stop. I'll stop." He immediately released her knees and she wrapped her legs around his torso. "Shhh… it's ok, it's ok. I'm sorry. I'll stop, I'll stop."

"No!" She screamed when he was going to pull out of her. Her hands grabbed his hips to hold him in. "No, please, keep going." She moved her hips against his and his head fell on her shoulder. "They're happy tears. God, don't stop." He began moving slowly inside her again. "I'm so close… please… Happy tears, happy tears." She kept whispering as he moved and with one last hard thrust inside her she gripped his body, slamming him against hers as she shook against him, and she trembled, moaning and screaming, while her body squeezed his dick tightly drowning it in her juices.

And he at last released his control and her body pulled and squeezed him into orgasm, light flashing behind his eyelids and he groaned roughly in her ear, his breath exploding into her neck with his scream. His body went stiff over hers as he pushed himself as deep inside her body as he could, before he started relaxing against her. His arms gave up the fight and he slowly leaned his entire weight on her.

"Sam…" He had come inside Sam Carter and it was the most fantastic experience of his life. His breath was hot and quick against her neck as he tried to regain control of his senses, but it was nearly damn impossible with her arms holding him tight against her, caressing his hair and rubbing his shoulders. She kept her legs high around his torso and he was still inside her, cocooned inside her arms and legs.

"Sam…" He started. They had so much to talk about. Things to clear.

"Shhh. I know, sweetie, I know. Later. Sleep." This was a little Christmas fantasy she wanted to keep for a while longer. So she had just fucked her CO on Christmas Eve. Who was going to care? This is what she decided she wanted this year for Christmas and this was what she got. Miracles tend to happen around this time of the year and she wanted Jack O'Neill. And she had him. Limp and satisfied, leaning heavily on top of her, after he had just come inside her. It could not get any better.

He slipped out of her slowly and carefully and rolled onto his back. "C'mere…" He said opening his arms and she happily cuddled next to him, tangling her legs with his and draping an arm over him. She tucked her head under his chin and rested on his chest. "Sam…" He was grinning. She just knew he was. "Did you just call me sweetie?" She groaned. Why couldn't he just let that slide?

"Shut up. Sir! That better?" He slapped her ass and she yelped. "Sir!" He moved his hand again, grinning and threatening her with another slap. "What?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "You just gonna be spanking me every time I call you sir?"

"Yes. We just had sex Carter. We're naked, upside down on the bed with the sheets all messed up and I can still feel you wet against my thigh. Which might I add is the coolest thing ever! Do not call me 'sir'!" She smiled at him and she rubbed her wet folds against his thigh. His eyes closed and his hand gripped her ass to hold her against him. "God Sam…"

She kissed his neck. "Sleep." She pressed herself closer against him and closed her eyes. When she woke up 2 hours later he was alone. "Sir?" Dam it, she just couldn't call him anything else. "Jack…" She smiled. She liked the way it felt rolling off her tongue. She picked up one of T-Shirts and pulled it on. She was swimming it but she liked it. It smelled like him.

She walked out the bedroom and went to the kitchen. She wanted food. She helped herself to whatever she found in his fridge and sat down to eat. He didn't seam to be home.

When he walked inside the house she was just finishing up her snack and setting the dishes in the sink. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at her. She was wearing his T-Shirt and she was doing the dishes in his kitchen and he could swear that was the most natural thing in the world. To have her in his home, wearing his clothes and doing whatever she damn well pleased. He moved behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I though you were asleep." He said pulling her to him and felt her lean into his body. Now this was so right.

"I slept for 2 hours. You didn't wear me out that much flyboy."

He groaned. "Don't call me that."

"Why?"

"'Cause. I hate it! I'm not 20."

"I don't care. I like it." She tuned to face him.

"Don't!"

"Shut up! You just said not to call you sir. I'm calling you this."

"Fine be like that! See if I care." He grabbed something out of the closet and walked towards the living room. She dried her hands and walked after him.

"Since when did you become such a baby, sir? Last night you were pouting at everything and now you do 'cause and fine be like that? You're not 20, you're 6!" He didn't pay attention to her and knelt in front of the fire place to clean up the remains of their mid night dinner. She bent her head to the side so see better how his jeans molded to his ass. Yes, this was a very good Christmas Eve. He finished cleaning up and was rearranging the crystal ashtray and the ivy he had on top of the fireplace. And all the time he kept eating something.

She came closer. "What's that?" She asked.

"What?"

"What you're eating."

"Chocolate bar." Her eyes widened at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. You wanted too?"

"Gee, you think? I've been looking all over for chocolate."

"Yeah… I guess." He said taking another bite. "Unfortunately this was the last one." Her jaw dropped. No chocolate? "I was going to let you have it, but then you went all mean and called me 'flyboy'."

She was speechless. He was going to withhold chocolate from her over 'flyboy'? That was cruel. "Jaaaack!" He grinned. "Damn you! I want chocolate!" She reached to take the last piece of the bar out of his hand but he pulled it away. "Jack!"

"No. You wouldn't stop calling me flyboy." He moved away from her and went to start the Christmas lights on the tree.

"Give me chocolate." She said warningly.

"No." The next thing he knew she hooked her leg around his and pushed and pulled at him and he was flat on his back. "Carter!" She reached for the chocolate in his hand but he pulled it away. "No! I'm serious. You can't have it!" She was fighting him and she was straddling is hips and struggling to grab his hands. He took the opportunity and popped the last piece of the bar in his mouth. "There!" He said with his mouth full. "No more! Now get off."

She felt like she could cry. No chocolate. He was just chewing the last bit. And then suddenly she was grinning. And he didn't like that. "Umm… Carter?" He said chewing on the way to big piece of chocolate. She grabbed the sides of his head with both her hands and held him still. "You wouldn't dare Carter!" But she just kept smiling and then she had her mouth on his, her tongue pushing between his lips. He moaned but refused to open his mouth. She ran her tongue over his teeth and lips and she softly moaned against his mouth. He felt himself loose the battle because she was moaning more and rubbing her chest against him and her tongue was so sweetly caressing his lips.

Her hand moved lower and grabbed his dick through his jeans and he thumped his head on the floor. She was evil and her tongue was so warm and wet. When her other hand went to the back of his neck and scratched at his nape his mouth opened to her tongue, letting her in. She thrust in furiously, running around his mouth, his teeth, his cheeks, tasting the chocolate. It was his taste and chocolate and just like it had been with the scotch it was ten times better. Because she was tasting it from the tip of his tongue. When hers retreated in her mouth, his followed her, pushing against it, stroking it, wanting to keep the contact. She kept pushing her tongue in his mouth until the taste of the chocolate was gone.

He felt her lips leave his and his head went with her wanting to keep her lips right where they were. When they were gone his head fell back on the floor and looked up at her face over his. His breathing was fast and irregular. "Damn it! Now that was hot!" He said. She smiled at him.

"I know. I'm wet again." He moaned "Must have been the chocolate." He slapped her ass again. "Will you stop doing that! Jeez!"

"No. I like it." His hand moved to caress the flesh he hurt. He moved his hand over her cheek and slipped a bit deeper between her thighs feeling her wet folds. She wasn't kidding when she said she got wet again. "Do you really want me to stop?"

"No. Just don't make a habit out of it." She said and moved to get off him. Her for one was comfortable. Jack however was lying on the floor and that couldn't have been too good.

"Hang on a minute." He said. He went to where he had dropped his grocery bags and came back a minute later with something behind his back. He sat on the coffee table across from her spot on the couch. "I got you something." She smiled and he threw her two large bags of tiny chocolate bars. She burst in laughter. "What?"

"God…" She tried to catch her breath. "I thought you said you were out! Or was that just so I'd tongue you?"

"No…" He said offended. "I was out! I knew I had nothing in the house except that bar and I also knew there was no way you'd not want sweets. So…" He gestured towards the bags. He couldn't say it.

She grinned. "So you went out and bought me sweets." He shrugged. "Aww… that's so sweet…"

He was rubbing his hands together. "Yes… well… Sweets for the sweet… you know…" He'd been caught doing something nice and he was embarrassed. He just had had sex and he had gotten out of bed just after she fell asleep to go buy her chocolate. "Besides, I just didn't want you to kick my ass."

She decided not to tease him about it. He was already starting to blush. "Jack… there's enough candy in here for days. Just how much did you think I eat?"

He was avoiding her eyes and fumbling with his hands. "I know." He was trying to say something. "I was… well… I was kinda hoping you'd stay for Christmas… you know… we have this…" He gestured between them. "…now and it's nice. Can we just keep doing this for a while longer? We can face reality after Christmas." He looked at her and she was just hugging her chocolate bags. "I mean…" He rushed. "If you want to. If not, that's ok. We can just settle this now, clear things up and I'll drive you to your place. And it's ok, really, I know you're engaged and all… but you… were there this morning and you… we…" He was on his knees in front of the couch, gripping her knees. "Please Sam, give me one more day. Stay one more day."

"Like a Christmas present?" She asked. He had read her mind. Jack nodded not taking his eyes off her. "Merry Christmas Jack." She said smiling. He had his arms around her and was pulling her off the couch and he was squeezing her to him and rocking her. "I didn't want to leave either. But I didn't know how long you were willing to go along with this."

He looked at her raising an eyebrow. "No… actually I was thinking about how to tell you 'thank you now get out!' Fuck, Sam! Didn't you hear me say I need you?"

She kissed his lips softly. "I need you too. So much…"

"Is there anything you need to get from your place?" He asked. "I can drive you."

"No." She said quickly. "No going out. That's the real world and I don't want that. What we have is here, inside, safe and secure." She looked around the house worried.

"Sam…"

"Do you have everything you need here?"

"Yeah. Took care of that this morning." He smiled. "So just us and our own little world for Christmas."

"Yep." She smiled brightly at him. "Merry Christmas, Jack."

"Merry Christmas, Sam."

They knew all to well that on December 26th they'd have to sit down and talk and figure all this out. She was still engaged, even if ever since he had walked in his house he had not seen the ring on her finger anymore. He didn't ask, and he wasn't going to. He appreciated her thought. And he was still her CO. But they'd figure it all out on the 26th. Until then they were who they wanted to be and they wanted to be together.

THE END