DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and it's characters belong to MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions and Gekko Film Corp. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. No money is involved what so ever. No infringement intended.

TITLE: Merry Christmas, Sam

AUTHOR: bbfan

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: Language, Explicit Sex… is there any other kind?

CATEGORY: SamandJack's 2003 Christmas Challenge; First Time,Humor and little something else…

PAIRING: Sam/Jack

SPOILERS: Small ones for, Broca Divide, Point of View and Window of Oppurtunity.

SEASON: 7

ARCHIVE: SamandJack, anywhere else, just let me know.

SUMMARY: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…

A/N: Thanks to Tricia for the beta read and the patience she brings with her. Merry Christmas, Tricia and to everyone out there in samandjack land. Sorry this is late, but better late than never. FB is very welcomed. Oh, yeah, any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

Copyright © Lorie J Wylie December 2003/January 2004

"CARTER!?" I can't believe you didn't see this coming. It's… huge!" Jack yelled at his second-in-command, making sure she heard him over the rumbling thunder. The rain was coming down in sheets, turning the trail they were traversing into a muddy, sticky mess. To make things worse, the trail took them close to the edge of a deep ravine. The storm came upon them, literally out of nowhere, and now they were struggling to get back to the gate.

"Sir, it's called a micro-burst… it happens when…"

"Ah-ah, now is not the time, Major," Jack declared, looking up at the black, rolling clouds. "We need to find shelter."

Before she could go on about her scientific mumbo jumbo, he grabbed at his radio.

"Daniel, come in."

The radio sprung to life with Daniel's voice, mixed with some static. The storm must have been interfering with the reception.

"We're here, Jack. Where are you?"

"We're a couple of miles from the gate. What's the situation there?"

"Well, um, it's raining…"

Jack rolled his eyes and interrupted him. "I know that, Daniel. Is it flooding, yet?"

"Not yet, but the creek is running high. I suggest you get back as soon as possible."

"Right. Keep us informed. We'll be there as soon as we can."

Looking at Sam, he motioned for her to move out. "Take point, Carter, and be careful."

"Always, Sir…" Her words were cut off to him as the ground shifted and groaned under his feet. She disappeared… or rather, he disappeared, since the last thing he saw was Sam's horrified expression as he slid over the side, yelling out his name.

Jack was immediately surrounded by water, mud and debris. He knew he was caught in a mudslide. He'd been in them before. He also knew he was in for a ride, the ravine was very steep. He deliberately moved from one side of his ass to the other, trying not ride down squarely on his behind. He did that once… learned his lesson.

He landed hard, the force sending the mud and debris spewing from his mouth. Taking in a much needed breath, he only proceeded to suck in more mud and rain. "God…" he choked, turning on his side, spitting out the remaining debris from his mouth. Reaching up with his mud covered hand, he proceeded to spread the mud all over his face. `Damn it!' All he could do was fall back onto his back and let the rain wash away the mud.

As the rain washed the mud away, he made a mental note of any wounds. Other than a few scratches and bruises, he was amazed to see he escaped serious injury. Sitting up slowly, he started to remember what brought him here.

One minute he was standing there arguing with his second-in-command. She was adamant that a rainstorm of this magnitude could just show up, out of nowhere. She called it a… micro-blast… or something like that. The next thing he knew the ground gave way and he felt himself sliding and tumbling down a very, long hillside.

Shaking his head of the vision, he scanned the area, looking for any sign of her. Not seeing one, he started to get up when a very familiar noise rumbled from above. Before he could react… his second-in-command found him.

Sam landed on him, slamming him back into the mud with such force; it knocked out what little breath he had in him. Lying still, he waited for her come to her senses. The General's words were playing over and over in his mind, `It's a milk run, son. You'll be back for Christmas.'

Sam came to right away and slowly lifted her head. That simple movement sent a glob of mud down onto his face. 'Great!'

"Um… Carter?" he said, struggling to get his hand from under her to wipe the mud away.

"Sir…" she acknowledged him, hissing through her teeth.

Jack struggled to breathe. Not only was he supporting all of her weight, she'd brought down part of the hillside with her. All the pressure was directly on his chest, making it very difficult to expand his lungs.

"As much as I'm enjoying the view…" Jack choked out, hoping she'd get the hint.

She did. "Can't move, Sir… hurt… Oh, god!" Sam moaned, laying her head back down, nestling her face into the crook of his neck.

He stilled immediately, hoping she wouldn't notice what her warm breath on his neck was doing to certain parts of his anatomy. Even his Special Ops training couldn't stop his blood from rushing south. She would have to realize that it wasn't his side arm. She was laying on top of him, for crying out loud. "Where?" he grunted, willing his body silent.

"Well, Sir… it's funny you ask that…" Sam's voice was laced with what sounded like… embarrassment.

"Carter?" Jack wasn't sure he really wanted to here this.

She lifted her head. Their eyes met. "My… six… Sir," Sam whimpered.

Jack's eyes locked onto hers, holding them in place. "Did you just say… what I think you said?" Ple asesayno,pleasesayno.

"Yes, Sir… my… six."

`God!' "Right." Jack wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh, cry or thank whatever Gods of this planet for putting him in this situation, but seeing the pain radiating through all the mud wasn't funny. She was clearly in pain.

"Hold on, Carter. I'm going to shimmy my way out from under you." Jack worked slowly, not wanting to hurt her any further.

It only took a few minutes to get free. Standing up, he took a deep breath and examined her wound. His mouth went dry immediately and he swallowed hard. Her pants were shredded leaving her perky, but bloodied ass exposed. Even through the mud, he thought it was one of the most beautiful sights he'd seen. For years, he'd been wanting to catch just the slightest glimpses of it without the covering of her uniform. Many nights had been filled with images of that firm, round, extremely feminine behind under his hands, while he delighted in the feel of it beneath his nimble fingers.

Shaking his brain of that very image, he leaned in for a closer look. He could see what appeared to be a large piece of wood embedded in her right cheek. Her left one didn't look any the better. It had a nasty abrasion on it. `Ouch!'

Desperately, he searched his muddled brain for something profound to say.

"Damn, Carter, that has to hurt." `Jeez, how profound was that?!' Of course it hurt.

"Yes, Sir… very much." Sam squirmed and twisted, trying to see her injury.

"Not gonna' happen, Carter. Lay still," Jack said, grabbing his radio.

"Daniel, do you read me?"

Once again, the radio came to life with Daniel's voice. "Yes, Jack. You guys better hurry, the land around the Stargate is filling up fast. In a couple of more hours, the DHD is going to be inaccessible. Jack, I`ve never seen it rain like this before."

Jack noticed the concern in his voice. "It's called a micro-blast…" his words were cut off by a not so lady-like snort that came from his second-in-command, "…or not." He could still hear her giggling, even through the thunder and the rain.

Jack ignored her and went on, "Daniel, we have a problem. Carter's injured."

"Injured? Is she all right?" The concern in Daniel's voice was very evident.

"Oh, yeah, she'll be all right. Seems our learned colleague… has a lot to learn about mud slides." Jack tried to keep the humor out of his voice, but by the look Sam shot him, he'd failed miserably. `Damn, she recovered quickly.'

"Mud slides? Jack, you're not making sense." Daniel was easily confused.

"It's raining cats and dogs up here, Daniel. Now go through the gate while you still can." He wasn't going to argue with him.

"O'Neill, are you injured as well?" Teal'c's baritone voice vibrated over the radio.

"Nooo… why?"

"I see no domesticated animals falling from the sky. Are you sure you did not injure your head?"

Jack smiled at the Jaffa`s joke. After seven years the man could still make him smile with his innocence. "I'm fine,Teal'c. Daniel, please… we'll be all right. Now go. Tell the General we'll be in touch as soon as we can."

"Jack, I really hate to leave you guys behind…"

"Go, Daniel… NOW!" Jack yelled. The storm was getting worse and he had to find them shelter.

"Okay, Jack… Merry Christmas to you both."

Some Christmas. He's stuck on a god-forsaken planet, it's raining… `domesticated animals', and his friend and fellow teammate hurt her… ass. `Can't get better than this,' Jack thought, sarcastically.

He knelt down next to Sam. "Carter, I need to find us shelter. I'll be right back, I won't go far."

"I'll be fine, Sir." Her voice sounded strained.

Jack got back to his feet and started to look for a place to set up a tent. Stumbling along the bottom of the cliff, he noticed a small opening with a pile of rocks leading to it. Climbing up the rocks, he took his flashlight and pointed it into the opening. It was a small cave. Perfect to shield them from the weather and what ever was out there… if anything.

Leaving the cave, he made his way back to where he'd left Sam. She was still trying to see her injury.

Kneeling down, his knees screaming all the way, he got close enough for her to hear.

"Found a cave about five hundred feet that way," he said, pointing towards the cave. "Do you think you can make it?"

"With your help, sir." Sam reached out her hand and he took it.

Moving slow, he pulled her to her feet, well, foot - she hopped on the bad one. He grabbed her arm and swung it over his shoulder and led her to the cave. He was grateful that it wasn't far.

The climb proved to be a difficult one. It wasn't very high up, but Sam's injuries were getting the best of her. Jack kept his eyes fixed on the back of her head. No way was he going to even look at her `six'. They finally made it into the cave and Sam collapsed onto her side, moaning.

"Oh, God, this hurts…"

Jack didn't know what to say. "I know, Carter. I need to go get our packs. When I get back we'll see about getting that piece of wood out of your… `six'."

Jack watched as she turned over on her stomach, moaning all the way. It was dark but he knew her embarrassment was probably written all over her face. Leaving her wasn't something he wanted to do right now, but he needed the packs for light, the medical kit, and a change of clothes. They were both saturated and muddy. Doc Fraiser would have his `six' if he didn't get them into warm, dry clothes.

He made it back to the cave. Grabbing his flashlight, he pointed it at Sam. She was trying to dig out the piece of wood with her fingers. All she was doing was spreading the mud into the wound.

"Carter! Stop!" Jack yelled as he bent down and swatted her hand away.

"Sir, please, I can do this…" she groaned, her jaw grinding against the pain.

Jack stepped closer to her, with the medical kit in hand. "All you're doing, Major, is contaminating it with mud." He sighed when she looked away. Bending down, he put his hand on her shoulder, turning her slightly so he could see her face. Surprisingly, she let him.

The tears of pain and embarrassment were two fold. `Jesus!' "Sam… let me do this. I have to do this." He hoped she'd understand, which she seemed to.

"Yes, Sir… it's just…" she was sobbing, now.

"I know, Carter… it hurts… you know… been there, done that." Jack remembered the countless times he's had to have objects dug out of his body… even his ass. It's embarrassing, but it feels good when it's over.

"No, Sir… it's not the pain. I can handle it…it's just… you have to… God, I can`t believe this is happening." She turned her head away again, her shoulders shaking with every sob.

"Sam… I know this is embarrassing… would it help if I told you about getting shrapnel dug out of my… `six'?"

Sniffing loudly, and without turning her head, Sam nodded affirmatively.

Jack opened the kit and took out the small forceps and antiseptic. He grabbed a pair of small scissors. He was going to have to cut away the rest of her pants.

"Well, Major, my dilemma is which story to tell you," Jack said, as he grabbed a canteen of water.

"Sir?" At least she was still with him.

"Oh, yes, Major. This has happened to me… many, many times. I have scars all over my… six. Do you wanna' have a look?" Jack smiled at her reaction. She was going to be all right.

"S'okay, Sir. I believe you. Could you just tell me when you're ready to do this?" Her voice was sounding stronger by the minute, much to Jack's relief.

"Hey, I can do play-by-play with the best of them, but first let me explain exactly what we're looking at here…"

Sam interrupted him with a watery giggle, "My six, Sir?"

"Very funny, Carter," Jack said as he readied himself for something he really didn't want to do.

"First, I need more light." Jack went about setting up the area with light. He tested for air pockets, finding one that was big enough, he quickly went out and found the driest wood he could find and built a fire. He sat out some small containers to collect rainwater. They'd need it to clean themselves up.

"Sir, I wish I could help you."

"It's okay, Major. Doing fine… are you ready to get that piece of wood out of your a…. six, out of your six?" `Nice recovery, Bozo!'

"Nice recovery, Sir," Sam said, with a laugh.

"Just thinking the same thing," he said, answering her laugh with one of his own.

Jack readied the `tools' he'd need to `operate'. "Are you ready, Major?"

"As ready as I'm ever going to be… Sir."

"Right. First, I need to cut away what`s left of your uniform," he said as he cut away at her pants.

"Cut away my uniform?!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yes, Carter. How do you expect me to work on your… Oh, just sit still, will you?" He knew she was doing that on purpose, trying to get him all flustered. It was working.

Jack finished cutting away her pants. He still couldn't see the piece of wood well enough, so he started to wash the area with water and a small hand towel.

"This might get a little rough, Major." He was trying to keep it professional. Safer that way. If she knew exactly what his mind was really thinking right now…

"Thanks for the warning, sir."

Jack washed away the remaining mud. As more of her ass appeared, it became harder to concentrate on the task at hand. He started to recite hockey stats in his mind, trying to keep it from wondering in a direction that would definitely get him in hot water with his second-in-command.

Then it appeared in all it's glory… minus the piece of wood and abrasion. Jack's stomach did a flip-flop and he felt his insides start to shake. Doubts about doing this flooded his mind. No way could he do this and not make a fool out of himself.

Standing up abruptly, he started to back away. Sam heard him, and she twisted around to see what he was doing.

"Sir?"

"Sorry, Carter… I… can't…." Jack choked out, still staring at her exposed flesh.

"What do you mean… you can't…" Sam said, looking at him with wide, confused eyes.

"Sam… I've got to… touch you. I don't think I can without…" Jack couldn't finish with that sentence out loud, but to himself he could. `I don't think I can without… embarrassing myself on a level that would get me court-martialed for sure.'

"Sir, with all do respect… you can't just leave me here… like this. I mean… I am exposed… Sir?"

She was right, as always. He couldn't leave her there like that. It would drive him nuts, seeing her beautiful globes staring at him, begging for him to… pinch them, touch them… do other things to them… OH. MY. GOD. This is so not in his contract.

"Damn…" he groaned, and then took his former position beside her. Grabbing the small forceps, he took a deep breath and began to dig out the piece of wood.

********

Only a few necessary words had been spoken in the hour that had past. They both had washed, changed clothes and ate their dinner in an unsettling silence. Jack watched as Sam stared into the fire, her chin resting on her folded hands. Now and then he would catch her sneaking a peek at him, but she always looked away when he'd notice. He was worried that her silence was because of what happened earlier.

It wasn't his fault, really. It just happened. He was pulling on what he thought was the piece of wood, but found out too late that it was his own hand he was pinching with the forceps. The pain was so intense, that he had dropped them, grabbing his injured hand, cussing. Then he watched as the forceps slid down her ass cheeks, landing between her legs. Of course, to make matters worse, she took this opportunity to move her body, spreading her legs slightly, but enough that the forceps slipped to the floor.

He had to ask her to spread her legs so he could retrieve them. That wasn't exactly how he wanted to ask her to spread them for him, but it couldn't be helped. When he reached down to get them, his hand brushed up against her. She tried to stifle her moan, but she failed miserably. When he brought his gloved hand out, her wetness was seen, glistening in the firelight. Of course, he had hardened immediately upon smelling her arousal.

The last few minutes were a blur and when he was finished, he quickly excused himself by explaining that they needed more wood. Arriving outside of the cave he did the only thing that came to mind that would ease the tension of his raging hard-on. He unzipped his pants, dipped his hand down the front and freed himself. Two, quick, hard strokes and he was lost.

Now, they were just sitting there staring into the fire… or at least he was sitting Indian style. She was lying on her sleeping bag, thinking… way too much. Her brow was creased in concentration and she hadn't taken her eyes from the fire for at least the ten minutes he'd been staring at her. He wanted to say something, anything, but he was afraid he'd make things worse by saying something stupid, like; "I'm sorry I dropped the forceps between your legs. I didn't mean to inadvertently brush my hand up against your sex, and I certainly didn't mean to get off on the smell of your arousal."

The sound of her rustling about brought him out of his morose thoughts. Looking up, he was astonished to see her pulling her sleeping bag closer to his. Slowly, she dropped it and then moved to position herself before him. What ever was bothering her, she must have worked it out because, without as much as word, she kneeled down in front of him, balancing herself by holding on to his thighs, until she came to rest on her knees.

"Um, Carter… whatcha doin?" He looked at her closely, trying to read her expression. She was definitely bringing the forbidden`something' out of the room, but why now?

"It's Christmas Eve," she said cautiously, using one hand on his shoulder to balance herself and the other to unbutton her shirt.

"Yeah… and…?" he countered, his eyes fixed on her hand as it worked it's way down her shirt. He was totally caught off guard by her actions, but he needed to understand. Before she finished, he grabbed her hand and stilled it.

"Talk to me."

He wasn't sure what set her off, but she pushed his hands away, sending him onto his back. She stood up quickly, turned her back on him, and said something that surprised him.

"God, I`m sorry… If you don`t…"

`What?!' Jack jumped up and grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her around to face him. "You thought what… that I don't want this, because if that's what you thought… you're dead wrong."

Sam stared at him with tear-filled eyes, tears that threatened to spill over onto her beautifully, flushed cheeks. He could tell she was struggling not to give into them. She'd never looked more beautiful to him then right now. He wanted her so bad that it was…

Before he could finish the thought, he felt her lips brushing his, tentative at first and then with increasing intensity. It wasn't long before the kiss became deep and hot. He heard her whimper as his tongue mingled with hers for the first time. Her taste was as sweet and mysterious as he had imagined she would be.

Pulling back slightly, he rested his forehead on hers, their eyes locking onto each others. It took him a few seconds to recover from their first real kiss… minus the alien viruses, alternate realities and time-loops.

"God, Sam… what are we doing?" His bewildered brain tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Her answer was another open-mouthed kiss, which he responded to passionately, cupping her head in his hands and thrusting his tongue into her willing mouth. He was now completely immersed with this woman. He knew he was about to do the unthinkable, but this woman - this beautiful woman - brought out a raging fire in him. She was wanton and wasn't ashamed to share that with him.

"We have to be careful… your `six'," he breathed into her hot mouth.

"I'm fine… please, Jack." God, she was panting, and his name on her lips sounded so good, so right.

"Say it again," he growled, as he continued with a few feather-like kisses along her jaw line. God, he couldn't get enough of her.

"What?" she sighed, tilting her head back slightly, giving him full access to her neck.

"My name… say it," he moaned against her skin. He could feel her pulse racing under his wondering lips.

"Jack…" she sighed, her voice filled with a longing desire.

"God help me," he groaned against her mouth, "I want you so bad it hurts."

With those words said, he felt one of her hands slide down his chest to his thigh, sending a shiver through him. A soft and completely involuntary moan escaped him when that hand landed on his ever hardening erection, caressing him and lightly squeezing him.

"I can feel that," she purred.

Jack put his hand over hers, holding it still, as he pressed it against himself, desperately trying to keep himself in check. If she had continued, he knew it would be over before it even started.

His eyes held hers as he searched for any resignation on her part . All he could see was a lustful determination to carry this through. After seven long, frustrating years he thought he'd never get to see her like this. He'd imagined how she'd look, lying on his bed, naked and wanting him, but this surpassed his wildest imagination… and she wasn't even naked, nor was she on his bed.

Jack reluctantly let go of her hand, stepped back a little and proceeded to finish what she had started earlier. Undoing the remaining buttons of her shirt, he slipped it from her shoulders.

"There is one thing, Sam. This will continue when we get home. I don't do one-night stands," he said, staring at her nipples, the hard peaks quite obvious even beneath her tee shirt. It was very apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Sam nodded affirmatively and added, "There is also something you need to understand too. I know what I'm doing is going against something we have fought off for a very long time, but I'm willing to face the consequences of my actions… if we're caught…" she shrugged, but continued, "but I want this, I`ve always wanted this..." She paused, but he knew she wanted to continue, so he prompted her.

"Why now?" He asked, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, hoping it was giving her the confidence to carry on with what she wanted to say.

"Maybe I'm being a bit selfish, but I'm tired of those four damned walls that have conveniently kept the truth in for so long, and I'm tired of giving my all to save the planet from total annihilation and not receiving in kind, something I want more anything in this universe. I want to live, I want to love, and I want you. It's that simple."

Satisfied and comforted by her words, and knowing she was clear on where they both stood, Jack reached out and traced one of her covered nipples with his fingertip. He felt her shuddering breath radiate through her underneath his touch. Not wanting to torture her any further… they were both too far gone for that… he pulled her shirt from her pants and brought it over her head. Stepping back a little further, he let his eyes sweep over her.

"You're beautiful…" he whispered his observation.

"You're not so bad yourself…" she countered.

Jack snorted at that. "How can you… think that? I've got a crooked nose, scars…" He was cut off by her finger being laid on his lips, hushing him. He trembled when that same finger burned a path as it made its way over his cheekbone. It landed on its target, the scar over his left eye, tracing it gently.

"Don't…" she said, looking him in the eye.

"Don't what?" He countered, as he took his shirt off and tossed it on the ground. He reached out and pulled her to him, her breasts smashing against his chest. The feeling of was incredible, sending a shiver that went straight to his groin.

"Don't sell yourself short. You're… a beautiful person, inside and out…" she said, her breath catching when his hands finally landed on her skin.

"God…" she groaned.

"I know…" he breathed, his lips landing hungrily on her neck. He kissed his way up to her lips, but didn't stop there. He wanted to pay reverence to her whole face. He kissed her nose, her eyes, her forehead and then made his way to her ear. He did stop there to nibble a bit.

"You taste good, Samantha Carter," he declared, with a whisper in her ear.

It must have tickled, because he heard her giggle. He guessed he was going to have to remind her about giggling.

"You…" a kiss to the neck, "are so…" a kiss to the jaw, "very, very…" and finally a kiss on the lips, " bad."

Sam must have had enough of his games. She grabbed his face, framing it with her hands, covering his lips with hers. He felt her tongue tracing his lips, seeking permission to enter. Opening his mouth slightly, she immediately sucked his tongue into her mouth. The sensation was mind-blowing. She kissed him until he was breathless and then kissed him again.

Jack's hands went to the snap of her pants, impatiently tugging on them. "Help me," he panted against her mouth, trying to regain some of the control she gloriously stole from him. What he really wanted to do was rip them off of her and take her where she stood, but his age and knees wouldn't allow it, not to mention her ass.

Sam carefully removed her boots, BDU's and underwear, making sure the bandages stayed right where he had left them. He did the same thing with his boots and clothes.

Jack's hand went immediately to her mound, his finger slipping past her blonde curls to find her bundle of nerves swollen, her opening wet and ready for him.

"God, your so wet…" he moaned against her lips.

"I want you, Jack…" she murmured.

"I know, but what about your… ass?" he asked, in between kisses.

"I'm on top…"

Oh, he could definitely do that. Without another word, Jack backed up, taking her with him. He lowered himself onto his sleeping bag. Holding out both hands, she intertwined her fingers with his as he guided her over him.

Sam lowered herself, letting loose with one hand to grasp his erection, balancing herself with the other. She stroked him a few times and then guided him to her opening.

Jack thought he'd blow when she grabbed him. He watched as she settled over him and then gasped out in pleasure when she lowered herself onto him. She was so wet and tight.

"God, Sam…" was all he could choke out. The feeling of having her throbbing sex around him was nothing short of amazing. She didn't move right away, allowing herself to become accustomed to his size, but when she did move, he'd thought he had died and gone to heaven.

Jack's hands weren't idle. They went to her breasts immediately, gently squeezing and tugging at the taut nipples. Sitting up slightly, he took one into his mouth and sucked and nipped at it until she squirmed under his ministrations. He then went to the other and repeated his actions.

Sam rocked her hips against him and then leaned forward, pushing him back, pulling him almost all the way out. She stopped short, squeezing her inner muscles, keeping the head of his rock hard penis from spilling out. The feeling was staggering, to say the least.

"Fuck me, flyboy…" she murmured, seductively in his ear, her voice thick with wanting.

God, Jack hadn't felt like this in a very long time. Much to his amazement he grew even harder at the sound of her incredibly sexy voice. He grabbed the side of her hips, brought his knees up, digging his heels in for better leverage, mindful of her bandaged area and let her have it. He pumped into as hard as he dared, but - it was enough for the both of them. They were both so ready, so close.

"Are you okay?" he grunted, his strokes becoming faster… harder.

"God, yes, Jack…" she groaned loudly in his ear, "so… close…"

Then he felt her muscles tense as she came, sinking down on him, pulsating and squeezing his cock, sobbing his name over and over. It was the most erotic sound he`d ever heard.

Without warning, his world exploded in a surge of unbelievable pleasure. "God, Sam!" he growled, coming hard, the blood rushing downward, his heart pounding with every spasm. It felt so good, so hot. He continued to pump into her, slowing only a little, until he was totally spent. He felt her collapse on him, her body becoming limp.

Jack wrapped his hands around the lower part of her back, putting a small amount of pressure there, insuring he wouldn't slip out of her while he went flaccid. He loved the way she felt around him, the last of her spasms caressing him. He didn't want the feeling to end just yet.

Sam started to get up, but Jack just held on to her tightly, not letting her go.

"Don't move… sleep," he pleaded, hoping she'd see it as one and not an order, like it sounded.

They laid there, Jack caressing her arm the whole time, until he heard her breathing change and knew she was asleep. As gently as he could, he slipped out of her, sliding her over onto her side and then covering them both with her sleeping bag. He kissed her forehead and then let himself drift off to a peaceful and much needed sleep.

********

Waking with a start, Jack sat up and took in his surroundings. The night before flashed through his mind as he stared at his Christmas angel still asleep. Noticing the heaviness of his bladder, he got up, grabbed his rain gear and walked toward the opening of the cave. Much to his dismay he found it still raining. No way would they be home for Christmas Day.

Jack put on the rain gear and walked out to find it extremely wet and muddy. Walking over toward a small stand of trees, he ducked behind one and went about his business. Looking around, he found the foliage strange. It was then when he caught sight of it. A perfect, two foot pine tree… or at least this planet's version of a pine tree. Granted, the needles were of a dark purplish color, and it had dark red berries growing on the branches, but the shape was that of a classic Christmas tree. Finishing up, he made his way over to the tree. Grabbing it low, he pulled with all his strength. The ground was wet and it gave up the tree easily. He quietly slipped into the cave, his plan well on the way to reality. If Sam couldn't get home for Christmas… he'd bring Christmas to her.

He propped the tree up with some small rocks he'd found just outside of the cave's opening. He went to where his pack was laying and quietly opened it up. Blindly fishing for what he knew was in there, he pulled out his pack of light sticks, the kind that when you bend them it breaks a seal, making them glow. Taking them over to where he left the tree, he broke the seals and then set about decorating the tree, saving some to make a star for the top.

Ole' Nat King Cole's signature song, `The Christmas Song' kept popping into his head. It was one of his favorites. Remembering the peanuts in their M.R.E's that they both decided to forgo, he went and retrieved them. Wrapping them up in the heat-resistant paper, he put them by the fire, setting them out to `roast'. So they weren't chestnuts, but they were the next best thing.

Next he knew that mistletoe would help to make the season bright. Looking outside he spotted another purplish `pine tree' and went to shed it of its branches. Bundling them up into a swag, he hung it up on some vines that were growing up by the entranceway. Standing back he admired his work, he just hoped this would help her get over the fact that she wasn't going home for Christmas.

Jack heard her moving around and went to make sure she was all right. He knew he would have to change the bandages and apply more salve, but he wanted to make sure their actions last night didn't do anymore damage.

Shedding himself of his wet rain gear, he walked over towards her to find her blinking the sleep from her eyes. She was beautiful to him, even if her hair looked like the Nox.

"Hey, sleepy head, how you feeling?" he asked, bending down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Tired… um… what time is it?" she asked, yawning.

Jack looked at his watch. "It's 07:00," he said, reaching for her outstretched hand and then pulling her up into his embrace.

Sam seemed to like it, for she burrowed herself into his chest. He had to admit, this felt good to have in his arms like this. Slowly she brought her head up and whispered in his ear.

"Got to pee…" she said, giggling.

Jack smiled, hugged her one more time and then let his hands drop. Grabbing her rain gear, he handed it to her and then followed her towards his surprise.

He almost bumped into when she stopped dead in her tracks, her gear falling from her hand. He heard her gasp.

"Oh, my gosh, how did you… when did you…" she stopped and turned towards him, her eyes all aglow with shiny tears.

"Hey, I didn't do this to make you cry…" he said, gathering her up into another hug. He felt her tremble, her cries muffled against his shoulder.

"I'm not sad, Jack… I'm happy. It's beautiful... thank you." she said, peering over his shoulder, sighing at the sight.

Jack was now glad it was raining. He didn't want this feeling to end. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, something he meant from the heart.

"Merry Christmas, Sam."

The end.