Title: Christmas Story: The Nightmare before Christmas.

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17, Sam & Jack

Summary: A very drunk 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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He had way too much to drink. And now Jack was standing across he room from her, starring at her. Although starring was an understatement. He was honestly drooling over his second in command. Carter. Sam. *My Sam* He thought but then again, since when had he started thinking of her as his? So he had cautiously kept his distance the entire night. But he hadn't been drunk before. He was now. And he was seriously contemplating her ass right now. And such a sweet ass it was clad in those tight fitting jeans. *Would she mind if I spanked her?* He wondered. *Just walked by her and… if I play my cards right, she won't even know it was me…* Daniel had all so gracefully offered to host this year's Christmas party, so now there were about 50 people in his house.

And Jack hated every single one of them. Hated them because they were here and because that meant he wasn't alone with Sam. So he could do all sorts of sinful things to her. Although what exactly those things were, he had no clue. But they were definitely sinful. He knew that. And suddenly he was worried, because he realized that if he managed to get Sam alone he would have no idea what to do with her. Or to her. "Damn…" He said to himself looking into the glass of scotch he was drinking from. "I totally have to stop drinking." He looked back up at her.

She was talking with Teal'c, completely ignorant of her CO. Jack frowned. That wasn't good. He looked back at his glass. "Ah, damn it!" He said. "Like I actually have a chance at getting her in bed." He went to the bar and took a seat. "Danny! Got any more of this stuff here?" Daniel looked at him for a long moment. "What?"

"You sure you should have more, Jack?"

"Oh, shut up, Daniel! I'm a grown man, for crying out loud!" He pushed the glass to his friend and waited for a re-fill. *A grown man who hasn't had sex in so much time, you're even ashamed to admit it to yourself.* His mind provided. He groaned. Why was it that his brain was always making perfect sense when he was drunk? Without waiting for the glass from Daniel he got up and walked towards Sam. Teal'c excused himself from her presence when he saw him approach. That man was definitely telepathic!

"Hey Carter! Whatcha doing?" He leaned against the wall next to her for support and crossed his arms. She smiled brightly at him.

"Fine, sir. You?"

"Oh, you know, this, that. The usual." She frowned at him. And he could see her synapses firing.

"Sir…"

"Carter…" She took a step towards him and he started feeling all giddy inside. Which really was stupid. But she was so close to him and if he would lean into her a little more he could brush his chest against her breasts. And suddenly his pants were a bit too tight. Who was he kidding? He'd been hard since she walked through the door.

"Sir…" Damn. There's the sir again. "Are you drunk?" He really didn't care what she asked him because he was too busy staring at her breasts. She was wearing a low cut bright red sweater and jeans. And with her blond hair she looked so… "Christmasy" was the word he used and he was sure it wasn't in any dictionary. "Sir…"

"Oh, would you shut up with the sir? Can't you see I'm busy?" He said not taking his eye of her cleavage and he realized a split second too late he actually said the words out loud. He tore his eyes from her chest and looked up at her expecting retaliation for his inappropriate behavior. But to his relief she looked amused. She so knew he was drunk and that was probably the only reason she wasn't about to kick his ass.

"You are drunk." She stated.

"No I'm not! What is it with you and Daniel! I'm a grown man. And older than both of you. I can hold my own."

"Sir… you were just staring at my breasts." She said while she pushed her chest forward and his eyes dropped to her cleavage again. Her skin was so white and looked so soft. He wondered of she would get goose bumps if he started licking at it. "And you were caught doing it. You don't usually get caught." He looked at her again. He glared at her.

"What do you mean usually?" He asked offended. Like he didn't know. He just wanted to know how long had she been aware that he was staring at her breasts any chance he got. Or her ass.

"I mean you usually don't stare at me." Her voice was shaking with laughter. She was lying to him to save his ass from further embarrassment. Pathetic.

"Do you want me to?" He said without thinking. She started laughing. Damn he really had to stop talking. Apparently she was willing to let staring at her slide. She looked at him like he were a child. "What?" She kept smiling. "Carter, I'm not drunk!"

"You just asked me if I wanted you to stare at me, sir!" She sounded amazed at his refusal to admit his current state. Drunk and horny. But she only knew about the drunk part. His shirt hid his hard on. Plus, the fact that she was not with Pete did nothing to help his situation because now she was alone tonight and he was so not thinking straight.

"Well do you?" He was pushing his luck and he knew it. He just didn't care. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm telling Daniel to keep you away from the alcohol!"

"Oh, Carter, Jeez! I'm your CO! You can't do that."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Then stop asking me if I want you to stare at me."

"Fine! Spoil sport!" He pouted which was the most incredible thing she ever saw. Jack O'Neill pouting. He was definitely so drunk. He was quiet for the next 2 minutes and she was glad he at least shut up and stopped embarrassing himself. It was nice to be around him in her down time. He was plesant and nice and sweet. When he wasn't dead drunk. But she had to admit at least he was funny when he was drunk. He was foolish and childish. But she knew he wasn't going to be able to look at her in the morning if he didn't stop. And he didn't. "Then what else do you want me to do to you?" She looked at him this time honestly taken by surprise. "Well? Come on Carter, I'm sure you can think of a few things…" Apparently he also got kinky. And damn her if the lustful look in his eyes didn't turn her on.

"Yes sir, I can." He grinned happily at her. Now they were getting somewhere he liked. "But they aren't worth repeating to my CO." His heart sunk and he pouted again. "Sir, seriously. Stop drinking and go to bed."

"I'm not drunk."

She breathed deeply making her chest expanding again and his eyes drooping to her chest again.

"Really sir?" He wasn't listening to her. So nodded in sympathy for him and turned to walk away. She made a not that if she ever wanted to get Jack in bed without too much trouble she had to get him drunk. But the truth was, she just had to say the word bed. Anytime, anywhere.

"What?" He was confused. "What did I do?" He heard her laugh softly. "Damn you, you stupid man, O'Neill!" He shook his head and turned to the bar to pick up his glass. He needed a drink. And a fuck. God he could still smell her sweet perfume and she was on the other side of the house by now. He wanted her.

Sam walked around looking for Daniel to warn him about Jack and alcohol. One of them would probably have to drive him back to his place, because he was in no state to be driving. "Hey Daniel."

"Sam. You having fun?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She smiled at the thought of the conversation she just had with Jack. "What is up with General O'Neill? He's so drunk." Daniel frowned and looked away from her. "Daniel… what is going on…" He grabbed her hand and pulled her down a quiet hall. "Daniel… what's up?"

He stopped when they were far enough away so the music wouldn't bother them. "Look, he's probably going to hate me if he knew I told you."

"What? Tell me what?"

"He always does this around Christmas. I don't know. It's just Jack. He gets this way around this time of the year. You know, with all his emotional baggage… I'm surprised he's sane the rest of the year."

Sam nodded. She understood what Daniel was saying. Jack had a lot of things to regret about his life. "I don't remember him getting drunk in the past years."

"That's because Janet always held these things and he knew better than to get this drunk around her. Plus she knew the story and always locked him in her spare bedroom and had him sleep it off."

Sam smiled a bitter smile. She missed Janet. She missed her dearly. So did Daniel. And no matter what Jack said so did he. He almost never went down to the infirmary these days. Daniel had a lost look on his face. Apparently mentioning Janet brought back memories for him too.

"Thanks Daniel. I think I'm going to be taking him home soon. Ok?" He smiled at her and returned to the party. She followed him a moment later and looked around for her CO. Time he called it a night. She spotted Jack at the bar having what appeared to be a very interesting conversation with a tall, thin blond. And by the way he was downing his drink she realized he was getting ready to leave with her. And by the way he was fumbling for his keys she realized he was going to take her to his place. What for, she knew completely.

But she wasn't about to let that happen. She told herself that it was because he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing and he'd end up hating himself in the morning, although she realized the man was old enough to have one night stands whenever he damn well pleased. She refused to admit that she was jealous. Jealous that another woman could so easily get fucked by him and she had to keep reciting lines of regulations, to keep herself from tearing his clothes off.

The woman wasn't part of the SGC. She had come with someone who worked there, she guessed, so Jack made sure he could just have a nice simple one night stand and then not have to deal with her at work. It was pretty obvious even to Sam why Jack had picked her of all the strangers here tonight. She bore a remarkable resemblance to Sam. And even if Sam found the idea strangely flattering she was also illogically jealous that he would settle for a replica.

She doubted that woman even had any idea what Jack liked. Or if she knew how to break through his walls and reach him. Sam was so much better than that woman. She knew him and all his demons and fears. She was the real thing.*And also engaged and off limits to him.* She thought. He finished his drink and so did the woman. Before he stood to leave with her he risked a look in Sam's direction.

She had looked away at the last second, purposely avoiding his eyes. And now she started lazily stretching, her sweater riding high on her belly and exposing all sorts of creamy skin to his gaze. His mouth went dry and the ache in his groin grew. He wanted nothing more than to just kneel right now before her and have his mouth on her belly. Jack tore his eyes off Sam, stood up and motioned to the strange blond they should go. He wanted to get laid. Now.

But before they could make their way out Sam was right behind him patting his shoulder. He spun around, furious that he had to delay getting fucked by someone he could easily imagine as Sam. And then he was face to face with his Sam and he felt himself blush. He knew she knew exactly what he was doing and guilt ran through him. The strange blond eyed Sam a bit annoyed, but she just held her spot. *Fucking an AF General one of your dirty fantasies? Don't plan on it babe.* Sam thought with a feline grin. *You're not getting anywhere near his dick.*

Sam leaned on the bar and made sure her breasts were pushed towards him and her sweater was riding up her torso. "Gee, Jack… leaving already…" She pouted and his jaw dropped. "And you promised me you'd take me home tonight… you know all those things you asked me if I wanted you to do… don't you wanna know anymore?" He groaned and felt his head spin at the visuals he was getting. Sam naked and moaning under him, talking dirty to him. Before he had the time to formulate a plot the other blonde had already excused herself and walked away.

He looked longingly after her thinking there went his chance for a fuck tonight. And damn it he was hard and ready and he could have just did her in the bathroom, but this was Daniel's place and there was no way he was having sex in Daniel's home. He turned to Sam furious. Which in his drunken state ended up being amusing. "Aw come on!" Desperation was written all over him. "God damn it Carter!" She smiled at him and took the now vacant seat at the bar to warn off any other women who might think they could get Jack O'Neill to fuck them tonight. "What the fuck… Carter what in the name of God were you thinking?"

She just picked up the glass he had been drinking from and took a sip. She felt the alcohol mixed with the indescribable taste of him and it was more intoxicating than anything. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of it. She took another sip before setting it down and turning to him. "What? Oh, I'm sorry General, did I interrupt something?"

"Yes you did!" Hi sighed. "Carter! I was planning on getting laid!" He ran his hands through his hair. "I need to get laid. And you're obviously no available." She smiled at him. Again like he had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. "Oh shut up!" He responded annoyed. "I may be drunk but I do know I need a fuck!" He reached for the glass she was holding, his glass but she pulled it away. "Carter…"

"No. You're not drinking anymore!"

"Jeez, what are you? My mother? Give me the glass!" Again she pulled it out of his reach. "Oh come on! First you blow out my chance for sex, now you take away my alcohol? Give me a break here!" She just stared at him.

"You were going to take her to your place weren't you?" She felt rage rise in her at the thought of another woman being in Jack O'Neill's bed when it was so off limits to her.

"None of your business!" He said annoyed. She had figured him out. Was he that obvious?

"Ok, so you would have fucked her and then what?"

"Jeez, Carter, excuse me if I don't share my post sex habits with you." She smiled at him again and it was getting on his nerves to be patronized like this.

"No, stupid. The next morning! What then? Would you have had the guts to just tell her 'thank you now get out'?" He groaned and stared at his hands. Point taken. Hotel. He should have considered a hotel. Or her place. That way he could have just slipped out the door on the morning. Smart Carter. He was going to let go of the fact that Lt. Col. Carter had called him stupid.

"Fine. Thanks for the tip. Now excuse me while I go find that blonde again. Go away Carter. Before you scare her away again." He got up and started walking away but she grabbed his arm.

"I'm taking you home." She pulled him after her towards the door.

"Not unless you plan on fucking me, you aren't!" He pulled away from her. "And I know you won't. Now go away and let me get laid!" He waved his hands in front of him trying to make her disappear. But she was still there, hands on her hips. These lovely hips he wished he could sink his fingers in while he pushed his dick inside her. "Why are you still here? Go away Carter and let me get laid. That's an order!"

"Sir, come on. You're drunk." She grabbed his arm again and gently pulled him after her. "Can we just go home? I'm tired too."

"Fine. Go home. I want sex." She wasn't letting go of him. And he was being dragged unceremoniously after her to the door. "Carter come on! What do you have against me fucking for a change? You get yours with that pretty boy of yours. Did you ever see me stop you from fucking him?" Her eyes saddened at his words and she stopped to look at him. "Now go away."

"How do you know I won't sleep with you of you don't take me home?" He spun around and stared at her. He stared for a long time. He knew she wasn't serious. She just wanted to get him out of here and home, so he won't do something he'd regret. And even he knew, despite his desperate need for sex, that he'd feel guilty waking up tomorrow in a motel room with another blond woman in his bed and satisfied after he just fucked her all night long silently screaming Sam's name. "Take me home." She repeated.

"You're not serious." He said cornering her. She was up against the wall and he was towering over her. He narrowed his eyes at her. "I know you Carter. You won't fuck me." She shrugged at him and he gave up. Oh, what did he care. He probably wasn't even going to have good sex anyway. He wanted Sam and there was no substitute for it. She took his arm again and continued her way to the door.

She got him in his car and got behind the wheel, feeling a bit stupid at feeling so damn aroused at driving his truck. He just sat there, on the passanger seat, pouting and she had to lean over to hook up his seat belt. When she was across his lap she felt him nuzzle her hair. "Stop it." She said but he moved his face to her neck and she shuddered at the feel of his breath hitting her skin. "Sir…" She said warningly but he didn't care. She smelled nice and her skin was warm. She moved away and hooked his seat belt.

He looked at her with a stupid smile on his face. " I want you." He said. She snorted and moved to start his truck. "What?" He looked surprised. "I do."

"Shut up, sir! Don't make as ass of yourself." She started on the way to his place.

"What? Do you think Pete's better than me?" She shook her head.

"Sir… You'll feel like an ass in the morning."

"Why? For telling the truth for a change?"

"Yes." She sped up trying to reach his place as soon as humanly possible.

"I should just find myself someone to keep my warm at night!" He confessed. She looked at him. He was serious. God he was getting depressive this time of the year. The only difference from the rest of the year was that this time he was letting it all out. But if Janet had taken care of him before Sam was determined to take care of him now.

She pulled in his driveway and he got out and moved to open his front door. She was right behind him. He threw his keys on the counter and leaned on it, turning to her. "So… Carter. You gonna sleep with me, or what?" She nearly laughed at him. He had this grin on his face and this hopeful expression that was absolutely adorable.

"Sir…" She smiled at him. "I'd love to, but you know we can't." Yes, letting him down easy.

"But you'd love to, right?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. She gasped but allowed him to. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Ah, I knew you were pulling my leg! You just wanted to get me out of Daniel's." She smiled sympathetically at him. "Thanks for the ride anyway. You can call yourself a cab or just take my truck. I'm going to bed." He said. "Make yourself at home."

He took of his coat and moved to his bedroom. She stood there for a moment. He was alone here, and he was going to wake up alone on Christmas Eve. And she decided that leaving him alone for the rest of the night was not a good idea. She had no idea what he would get up to alone and misserable. She was going to get him through this. "Sir… actually…" She knocked on his bedroom door and it swayed open. He was half-dressed and she felt he breath catch. He looked incredible. She had seen different parts of him exposed before, but never this much of him and never in the atmosphere of his bedroom.

He looked even taller than usual with only his boxers on and she could see every muscle flex under his tanned skin as he moved about the room. His legs were long and fit and his arms showed well-worked muscles. His silver hair was all messed up as he was running his hands through it. Her soft moan gave her away to him and he turned sharply away from her to grab his shirt. "Jeez, Carter!" He was turning progressively red and she smiled. "Changed your mind or something."

He mind was screaming 'yes', was screaming to just go there and rip the rest of his clothes off and fuck his brains out, like he wanted. "Umm… sorry sir." She said her eyes refussing to part with his naked body. "I was just wondering if I could use your guest room. Feel to warn out to make it to my place." She licked her lips and he saw her and grinned.

"Like the view Carter?" She blushed to the top of her ears. "Sure. Feel free to use it. You know where it is." She nodded and sharply turned to walk away. She felt her body hum pleasantly after the view of his half-naked body. And what a body it was. Damn it if she didn't want to know just what he could to with it. To her.

She had just stripped her clothes and fell across the bed from exhaustion when she heard a knock at her door. "Carter, you decent?" She mumbled. She only had her panties on but was too tired to care. He poked his head in. "Umm… Carter?" His heart jumped as saw the naked expanse of her back and her long legs bear to his eyes. He felt himself get hard again. *Damn! You just went away!* He thought. *Crap, I need sex.* "Hey Carter you up?"

"Go away! Sleep."

"Oh, ok." He had to stop sounding so disappointed and vulnerable all the time. It was getting to her. "It's just that I usually get hungry after late night parties and I thought you might want some food too." He head snapped up at him and she grinned.

"You're a genius! Yes. Food. Please." She didn't care that she had just eaten at Daniel's. That had been a long time ago and she was incredibly hungry. "Got anything I can wear? Or should I just remain like this?" She smiled at his moan and the tortured expression on his face.

"Actually Carter… get dressed." She stared at him. "Come on, come on!"

"Sir, I just want food and sleep. Don't you have a bag of chips somewhere that I can eat in bed?"

He went to her and wrapped a blanket around her pulling her to her feet. "No. This is payback. I wanted sex."

"Will you cut it out with the sex thing already? You really know how to play guilt on someone!" He started at her with authority and she added. "Sir." He was still so drunk. And she really should have just walked out on him, but she was feeling guilty for making him spend the night alone and drunk and feeling miserable. So she wasn't going to turn her back on him. "Fine. Ok. Get out so I can get dressed."

"Oh… You mean I can't watch?" This time she didn't care how higher his rank was than hers, she pushed him away from her and out the door. "What? What did I say?" He mumbled when she slammed the door in his face. "Carter?" He stood outside the bedroom door until she got dressed. "There you are." He said when she opened the door all dressed up. "I thought you got mad at me. Although I really don't have any idea what I said." He grabbed her hand and dragged her after him through the house. She never thought Jack O'Neill got this stupid when he was drunk and depressed. She always expected him to be quiet and misserable.

They were in the living room. The only lights on were those of the Christmas tree and the fire in the fireplace. "See? Nice!" He said pulling her in front of him and showing her two plates and two glasses set on a blanket in front of the fire. Everything had a surreal feel about it. The light was dim and warm, twinkling when the Christmas lights changed patterns and the fire bathed everything in a warm glow. "You like it?"

She was not going to cry. "Just as long as I get some food." This was so sweet. He pulled her to the blanket in front of the fire and she sat down. He had just brought out some snacks, he was not going to cook at 2 AM. But the setting was doing all the work. He handing her the foods he brought out.

"Am I seducing you yet?" She rolled her eyes. "What? I'm not?" He shook his head. "What does a guy have to do around here?" He sat cross-legged to her side, in front of the fire.

"Sir. Shut up. I'm not sleeping with you."

"Fine. Your loss." He turned all his attention to his food, ignoring her completely. She couldn't believe how childish he was. But at least he shut up. Her loss he said. Sam sighed. She knew he didn't mean it, but he was so right. It was her loss. He was such an amazing man and any woman would have been lucky to have him. But she wasn't allowed to. And she wanted him so much. Right now. The was she looked in the fire light, she just wanted to reach to him and start kissing his lips and the skin she could reach. Then strip his clothes off slowly and kiss all of him. She was enjoying this time with him. Like this, when he was drunk, they could both get away with so many things. It was safe, it was forgivable. "What do you want to drink?" He said.

She smiled. "Stay put. I'll get it." She went to the kitchen and after what seemed like an eternity to Jack she came out with two cups. She handed one to Jack and she took her seat.

"Tea?" He said. "Carter, I was thinking more like Jack Daniels or tequila." She laughed at him.

"No way you're getting near alcohol tonight anymore, sir. Drink. You'll like it."

"Carter… It's tea." He put his mug down and started to get up when Sam moved from her seat and knelt in front of him. She grabbed his knees for support and he stilled. His heart was in his throat and the pain in his groin was back. Given how the only think his mind could come up with as her next move, was for her hand to go to his pants and pull him out for a blow job. He moaned in spite of his best efforts not to and she smiled. She handed him the mug and he sat back taking a sip without taking his eyes off her face. The fire was burning behind her and she was glowing and she was flushed from the warmth and he was so getting hard. And she was so right there and she was so going to notice it. "Vanilla?" He wondered. Damn it tasted good. "Vanilla tea?"

"Told you you'd like it." She said with a smile and her hands gripped his thighs higher for support so she could move back to her place. His eyes closed and his teeth closed on the edge of the cup to keep the moan quiet this time. But once she was on her feet he gripped her wrist and pulled her back down on his lap. "Sir…"

"Stay." He said, pleading at her. He reached behind her and picked up her own mug and handed it to her. "Stay?" She sighed and smiled at the same time and settled more comfortably between his legs and rested against his body. He was feeling giddy again. He had Sam on his lap. And at the same time he realized he was pathetic. He had actually begged Sam to sit in his lap. He never should have passed the chance to get laid. He could be fucking right now. His dick buried deep inside that blonde, his eyes half closed, seeing Sam in the dark room. Damn, and now his pants were definitely too tight and he had to get her off from between his legs, before she felt his major hard on.

But all that changed when she rested her head on his shoulder, putting the empty mug down and burying her face in his neck. *Sweet* He thought grinning like an idiot. *Now we're getting somewhere.* It was his scent. It was driving her up the walls and she was slowly loosing her mind. He turned his head and nuzzled her hair. "I want you so badly…" He said. And when she turned her head to look at him and probably once more tell him to shut up, his lips were suddenly on hers, kissing her deeply.

He didn't try to push his tongue in her mouth. He just ran it over her lips slowly, his hand moving to her head, to hold her to him. He parted his lips from her and smiled dreamily at her. "Hey Carter…" She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You kissed me back! Sweet!" He was about to pull her lips back to him this time with the intent to thrust his tongue in her mouth, but she pushed him away, moving to get up from his lap. "What? Hey!"

"You're drunk, sir. You don't know what you're doing." But he wouldn't let her go. Instead he held her tighter against his lap grinding his hips against her, rubbing his hard on against her thigh. She gasped. "Sir…" Now that was a sound he loved. Sam gasping. His hand gripped her wrist and moved her hand to cup his dick. She moaned and her small hand instinctively curled around his length. Damn that felt good.

He happily thrust in her hand. His whole body tingling with a happy feeling at the thought that she was responding to him. "I know exactly what I'm doing Carter. I need you." He started nuzzling her neck again, sucking at her skin, while her hand kept firmly stoking him. "I'm taking you to bed." She leaned her head to the side, giving his lips better access to her neck. "Oh, now that's better. Thanks." He mumbled against her skin and he started licking and kissing it with passion.

His hands wrapped around her and he got up. Sam quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and that only served to push her groin against his. He moaned against her skin but he held her wrapped around him as he moved towards his bedroom. Her own lips found his skin and she was now licking it. He ended up bumping her into a wall. "Carter… you're not helping!"

"Can't find your way around your own house, sir?" She ran her tongue up his cheek, sloppily licking his face, before her lips closed and sucked at the scar on his eyebrow. "Come on." She mumbled against his skin. "If you're planning on fucking me, do it now before I change my mind!" She thrust her hips against his again still licking and sucking at his scar.

"How about I just do you here." By the grin she felt on the features of his face she knew he was definitely enjoying the idea. "God I need you…" He pulled away from her lips. He was going to have hickeys all over his face. His hands started undoing her clothes, pulling her sweater off her head. "I need you now… Damn it, Carter, help me…" He was fumbling with his own clothes and she helping him loose the shirt.

"I'm not fucking you against a wall." She said. "Bed. Now."

He pouted. "What's wrong with up against the wall? We have all the pretty lights from the living room…" She took his lower lip between her teeth and tugged. "Fine, ok, ok!" She bit harder and pulled more. "Carter! Let. Go!" He picked her off the wall and moved her to the bedroom dumping her from high up on the bed. She bounced on it laughing and he took off the rest of his clothes and the next second he was on top of her. His mouth closed on hers, his tongue pushing deep in her mouth, his hands fighting with the fastening of her bra. "Shit…"

"Need help there?" She asked sitting back and watching him fight with the piece of clothing.

"Shut up Carter. I can do this one handed and blindfolded." But he just wasn't getting it. "Fuck! I'm so drunk!"

"Ah!" She said amused, pushing him off her and he nearly fell out of bed. He was on his back and she straddled him. "So this is what takes to get you to admit you're drunk!" She took off her own bra. "The moment you can't undo a woman's bra, using both your hands might I add, you realize you're drunk." He groaned in frustration and pushed himself up in a sitting position. He pulled her head to his, kissing her again, before he bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. Her whole body fell backwards, supported by his arms, the moment she felt his hot mouth close on her breast, his tongue flicking over the nipple, hard, wetting the skin and sucking it.

She moved her own hands to his dick to return the favor only to find him soft. "Hey, where did that go?" She asked as she took him in her hand and began stroking him.

"Damn." He mumbled. "What? You scared it away!"

"Blaming it on me? Next thing you'll tell me is that this never happened to you before." He pushed her onto her back.

"It hasn't Carter! But then again I never had you in bed before. If anyone knows how to scare a hard on away, it's you."

He kept his mouth on her breast as his hips kept thrusting in her hands. But to his horror nothing happened. And her hands felt so good. "Shit!" He dropped his head to her breastbone. "Too much fucking alcohol in my system!"

"Aww, come on!" She said honestly annoyed, punching his shoulder. Hard. "The one time I agree to have sex with you and you can't get it up!" Her elbow found its way to his solar plexus and almost knocked the air out of him. "I though you wanted to fuck, sir! What's wrong?"

He pinned her hands above her head, resting his weight on her, to keep her still. "Jeez, Carter! And you say not to blame it on you. No pressure here, huh?" He let go of her hands and slid down her body. "Don't worry, I'll be making you come. I have other ways of dealing with you." His mouth was trailing down her neck softly teasing the skin. His tongue licking wetly on her collarbone, nipping at the skin. He moved down her breastbone to her bellybutton. He swirled the tip of his tongue around it and felt Sam's hands thread through his hair. He dipped his tongue inside her bellybutton briefly, and her hips bucked against him.

"Oh, you're good with your tongue…" She moaned. "I'll never laugh again when something stupid rolls off it…" He wanted to make her come. Now. His hands went to the button and fly of her jeans, pushing his hand inside and under her panties aiming for her folds. She was wet and he started stroking her hard and fast. Her back arched and her hands grabbed fistfuls of the bed covers. He was fumbling furiously with her pants, trying to get them off, while he still stroked her clit. "God…" She moaned. "Easy… easy… you're going to fast. Slow down!" Shit. He hadn't been told that since he was fucking 20.

He moaned and dropped his head to her belly, resting his cheek against her skin, and breathing deeply, feeling her scent. *Ok, O'Neill. Calm down! Fuck, you're so screwing it up!* He buried his face in her belly as his hands went around her body to her ass. The soft feel of her skin was making his head spin again. Her hands were soothing as she was stroking his hair and his shoulders and he was lost in her.

One thing she knew he was brushing his face against the skin of her belly and the next he was completely still. And he kept being still. "Sir? Umm… Jack…" She tugged at his hair. "Think we could pick up where we left off?" Nothing. She pushed at his shoulders, but he didn't move. "I'm all wet and turned on… come on!" She sat up and he rolled off her body and she stared at him in disbelief. He was asleep. O'Neill fell asleep on her. Jack O'Neill. General O'Neill had a hot turned on woman in his bed, which just happened to be Samantha Carter and he was going down on her and fell asleep with his face on her belly and his hands on her ass. "Oh come fucking on!" She slapped his arm. "I can't believe you!"

He'd been on her case the entire night about how she didn't let him get laid and now he was the one to fall asleep on her and leave her turned on and unfinished. All the time she had spent fantasizing about how it would be to sleep with Jack O'Neill, she always imagined mind blowing hot, mad, fierce, passionate sex. Never had she thought he'd fall asleep while he was going down on her. Or that he wouldn't be able to get hard, for that matter. He was supposed to be hard and hot and big and fucking her until she screamed. If she ever told about this to anyone, there was no way in hell they would believe her.

She sighed and stared at him. His face was relaxed, his features soft and smooth, the corners of his mouth tilted up in a dreamy smile. That was so not the Jack O'Neill she knew. She sighed, giving up and pulled him up to rest his head on the pillows. She reached over and pulled the covers of the bed over him.

And now she didn't know what to do. She considered going to her room and go to sleep but she knew that if he woke up tomorrow morning alone and by grace of God remembered what had happened, he would hate himself. And he'd feel guilty and think she hated him and wouldn't be able to face her. If he woke up to find she stayed with him, their friendship might be saved, he'd realize they were ok, nothing bad happened. Walking out on him was dooming him.

But she couldn't find it in her to just lay down and go to sleep in her CO's bed. Guilt was already overcoming her, thinking about what they almost done, with him dead drunk, and her engaged, for Haven's sake. Sleeping in the same bed with him would be the ultimate mistake. So she got up and went to her room, curling up beneath the sheets and closing her eyes. The bed was cold and she was totally naked and she could still feel the planes of his body against hers. He was so warm and comfortable and nice. She tucked her head under the pillow, falling asleep the next second.

TBC