Title: Come

Author: Venom_69

E-mail: venom@scififan.com but you'd probably have better luck with venom_the_shipper@yahoo.com.au

Category: Smut.

Pairing: Sam/Jack

Rating: R/Nc-17

Summary: She *really* needs to come.

Spoilers: None.

Season/sequel: Any.

Archive: SJ, SJ nc-17, Heliopolis, my site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them.

Author's notes: I'm writing a fic of epic proportions at the moment and needed some stress-relief. This came out.

Feedback: Hell yeah! Don't make me beg, hit reply and stroke my ego please.

Dedication: As always, for LEW.

Date: 7-9-2003

Copyright © to Venom, 2003

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There were three things about her current situation that unnerved her.

The first being that she was in his bed. She couldn't remember how she'd ended up there, tucked snuggly under his warm sheets and comforter, and that was just as unnerving about just being there. And she could smell him. Is after shave, the brand of soap that he used, his fabric softener and *him.* which, considering the `feelings' that were there, was a very bad thing.

The second thing that unnerved her was the fact that she wasn't wearing her pants. Vague memories of a team night flooded back to her, and she remembered being in jeans at one point. But not anymore. And that unnerved her. Especially since she was in his bed, with his scent everywhere around her.

The third, and no doubt most unnerving thing about her current situation was that she really wanted to come. Really, *really* wanted to come. Which was bad. Especially considering the facts that she was without her pants, in his bed, and could feel her own wetness between her legs. She hadn't climaxed in several years, and usually felt no great urge but tonight…..She was throbbing with need and very tempted to go out and hunt down the first thing that looked remotely fuckable and have her wicked way with him/her/it.

But she didn't do that.

Because Samantha Carter did have morals.

And a seriously aching crotch.

Damn.

Logic, her brain supplied helpfully, think about this logically.

The clock next to his bed read a little after 2am, and she remembered arriving at eight for a SG-1 pizza and movies night. She remembered that *he* had come into her lab at lunch and told her what they were doing for the nigh. Which should have bothered her, but since neither she, nor any of the guys, had anything resembling a social life, she was glad not to be sitting at home alone, pining away for him.

So instead, there she was, lying in his bed, without her pants, and the overwhelming desire to touch herself.

Would that be so bad? She wondered.

Sam was fairly certain that she hadn't heard of a regulation against masturbating in your commanding officer's bed…..but, still.

Her breasts were tender and heavy, her pulse racing, she could feel her eyes clouding over and if she didn't get what she wanted *soon* then she was going to start throwing things.

Seriously.

She was just that horny.

There was movement outside her door, and Sam wondered if the Colonel's place was about to be burgled. Dismissing her state of undress, and, for the most part, her desire, Sam pushed the covers aside and scrambled out of bed.

She pulled the door open angrily but there wasn't enough light for her to see what was going on. She could only just make out the silhouette of someone standing there, looking in her general direction. But since she couldn't tell who it was, she roughly grabbed the man/woman/thing and pulled him/her/it to the floor, straddling him/it's (Too big to be a woman, she decided) stomach.

"What the hell…..?" The voice muttered.

Sam tightened her grip on the stranger's hands, which she had pinned above him/it's head. "Sir?"

"*Carter*?"

"It's me sir." She nodded in confirmation, but he had no way of seeing that.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked.

"I thought you were trying to rob….well, you sir." She admitted, her fingers absently tracing lazy patterns on his palms.

"You thought I was trying to rob myself?"

"It sounded good at the time." She shrugged.

He grunted, and Sam didn't try to read anything in to it. "You wanna let me up?" She nodded again and moved back a little to obtain more leverage for the task of lifting herself.

And then she felt it.

His erection was just poking her ass, hard and quite big if she had guessed right. God, what she wouldn't give to have that, him, inside her right at this moment.

Moving back a little more, she found herself sitting over his groin, his penis pressed intimately against her, even through his boxer's and her panties.

Releasing his hands, she entwined their fingers together and moved a little, the feeling of him rubbing against her heat was too much. She was going to come, she was finally going to-

"Carter what the *hell* are you doing?"

-Shut up!

"Shut up!" Oh good god, had she just said that out loud?

She tried to move again, but his hands disentangled themselves from hers and he held her hips still. If he pressed a little harder, enough to give her bruises, then maybe she could get off from that.

"Major!" He snapped when she tried, again, to move.

Why wouldn't he just let her come damnit? All she wanted was to rub herself mercilessly against him, have a nice little, or big, orgasm and then go to sleep. Hey, she was practically a man!

Okay, so he wouldn't let her move…..maybe she should try another tactic. Reaching over to close the door, which caused him to hold her a little tighter, she turned her attention back to him. "Why are you hard Jack?" Her voice was innocent, soft, and it had exactly the effect she'd planned- he groaned.

"Carter….." His voice was a warning, but it only served to send shivers of desire through her.

"Were you having a dream Jack? About taking me? About me sucking you?" Okay, she was bordering on porno dialogue here, but she Really. Needed. To. Come.

He groaned again and his hands slipped from her waist long enough for her to make her move.

She started rocking against him, his cloth covered erection rubbing against her satin covered crotch, and it was exquisite. "You'll regret this." He warned, but it didn't seem to stop him rubbing his hips in time with hers, building their pleasure.

"God…..no, I won't." She returned, pushing down that much harder so that the head of his penis brushed over her clit.

Neither of them were going to last long, she knew that, but she could feel the heat building, her cheeks flaming red with passion and she knew that she was mere seconds off the wonderful orgasm that she had been craving all-

Oh *God!*

Sam moaned, low in her throat as the waves and waves of pleasure rolled over her. So, *this* was what it felt like to come? He wasn't far behind her, groaning her name from the back of his throat as he liberally convulsed beneath her and she fell to lay on his chest.

He was wrong, she thought as she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she didn't regret it at all.

They silently agreed that tomorrow they would talk and their eyes closed.

Sam knew, without a doubt that tomorrow's `talk' wouldn't be all "I love you's" and they wouldn't suddenly decide to start screwing the regs, but she didn't mind.

Because she had come.

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