Title: Whispers In The Night

E mail: Cjay62703@yahoo.com

Status: Complete

Category: Valentines Day Challenge 2004

Paring: Sam and Jack

Warning: Blatant and wanton behavior, explicit sex.

Season: Seven

Ratung: NC-17

Archive: Sam/Jack

Size: 28kb

Disclaimer: They are not mine, no profit made here. Story is mine.. fogive me, I am so naughty. No infirdgement intended. Solely for entertainment.

Whispers In The Night.
A story by Cjay

Sam Carter's heart was in her throat. Oh Lord please let him be alive! They had been on a peaceful mission to PX1404, when something Daniel had said seemed to rile up the locals. As Sam was unable to understand the local language, she was still unsure of just exactly what had upset them.

She and Daniel had been sitting quietly around a small fire pit attempting to establish a treaty for what seemed like hours, while the Colonel and Teal'c, had made their way back to the Stargate to report in to General Hammond. The Colonel had just radioed that he was nearing the village perimeter, when the Chief suddenly stood and started shouting. O'Neill, recognizing trouble even by radio, had ordered them to bug out. He and Teal'c had hastened forward to cover their six. Daniel ever the pacifist, had kept talking hoping to reason with the angry Chieftain. Exasperated, Sam had forcefully grabbed him by his jacket, pushing him before her into a running retreat.

They had all made it as far as the valley where the Stargate stood, arrows whizzing past them as they ran, when she heard the sickening sound of an arrow's connection with human flesh. Then the unmistakable sound of a body falling limply to the ground. Placing her body behind a handy boulder, she turned, P-90 poised, to see just who had taken the hit. Somehow, in her heart of hearts she knew it would be the Colonel. He'd been on they're six as usual.

That and the fact that he'd uttered not a sound as he fell had made her certain it was he. Teal'c managed to drag the injured man along, placing him behind Sam's boulder, as he fired his staff weapon at the offending natives. Daniel helped him pull the Colonel into a shallow cave nearby for added protection. Pinned down, they returned fire, till all four of them made it into the relative safety of the cave. As many boulders were strewn around just beyond the opening, it was readily defensible.

While Daniel and Teal'c continued to return fire, Sam assessed the damage to the Colonel. Dual arrows had passed completely through his upper shoulder. The sharp barbs protruded from his back, blood leaking rapidly from the exit sites, staining his jacket and vest. He was unconscious, his face drained of all color, his breathing raspy and shallow. Ripping open her medical kit, Sam pulled out her handy bandage scissors. Then she began cutting away his jacket and vest.

Once she reached his black tee shirt she hesitated, the gunfire had stopped. Looking up she noticed Daniel staring in horror at the Colonel's limp form. "Ah Sam, leave the tee shirt..Just pack the dressings around it." He told her, a strange wary look on his face.

"Daniel are you alright?" She asked puzzled, as she continued to cut the tee away. "I can't leave it there, it'll stick to the wound and increase his chances of infection."

Sighing Daniel gently pushed her hands away, attempting to take the scissors from her. "Then I'll do it. You help Teal'c cover our six."

Really confused and annoyed now, she hung on to the scissors, refusing to give them up. "What the heck is wrong with you Daniel?" She demanded, as she freed the last fold of the tee shirt material and pulled it away from the Colonel's back. Noticing Daniel's eyes round in dismay, she looked down at the wounded man's back, sucking in her breath in shock. Long deep scratches covered the Colonel's back; they looked to be several days old.

Looking back at Daniel's blushing face, it occurred to her just what had caused such an injury. So this is why Daniel was trying to stop her from seeing to Jack's back. Only one thing caused wounds of this particular nature. No wonder Daniel was blushing. The Colonel had been engaging in more than warfare recently.

Realizing that now was not the time to investigate this further, she continued dressing the wounds. "It would be highly dangerous to attempt to remove these arrows with the barbs I see along the shaft. We'd better wait and let Janet take care of it." She'd finished packing the exit wounds and gently turned the Colonel over to attend to the entry wounds, when Daniel again attempted to stop her.

"Please Sam," He pleaded gently, "Let me do it. Jack would prefer it." Taking the dressing he moved to take over.

But not before she had a good look at the Colonel's shoulders and chest, both covered with small love bites. This was too much, she thought. Angry now, she pushed the dressings into Daniel's hands. Then taking up her weapon, moved to join Teal'c at the mouth of the cave.

Daniel watched her go briefly a look of sorrow on his face before he returned to the task at hand. "Jack you dumb son of a bitch." He whispered "Now what?"

Four hours later SG-12 and 11 rushed through the wormhole, rescuing the pinned down SG-1. The team was uninjured except for their leader. Colonel O'Neill was still unconscious as they carried him home for treatment.

Dr. Janet Frazier was waiting at the base of the ramp in the gate room when SG-1 plunged through the wormhole. Colonel O'Neill was wrapped snugly on his side on a stretcher, carried by Teal'c and Captain Masters. Stepping up to examined the blanket- covered form; Janet was surprised when Sam Carter placed a restraining hand on her arm.

"Not here Janet." She whispered, "Wait till you have him behind the drapes in the infirmary."

The haggard, sad expression on Sam's face alerted Janet that there was more to the request than modesty. Turning she took in the guilty expression of Dr. Daniel Jackson, as he gazed at the Major and knew she had a real mystery to solve.

"Alright, Teal'c, Captain, please take the Colonel to his usual room." Janet ordered as she rushed along side the stretcher taking the Colonel's pulse, wondering just what they'd gotten into now.

Twenty minutes later she was scrubbing up for the O.R., leaving word she wanted to see Major Carter, as soon as she returned with the Colonel from the operating suite.

Sam Carter waited silently in Janet's office, still unsure just how to feel. After she'd confronted them, both Daniel and Teal'c had admitted they had been fully aware of Jack's *activities* for some time now. But, it was just before they'd left on the current mission, that his nocturnal *pursuits* had left any evidence. Had they not shared a locker room and showers, Daniel had admitted they too would have been in the dark about his "injuries."Jack had always been taciturn.

Now Sam asked herself just what gave her the right to be upset. Jack was a grown man. He had the same normal urges and needs as any other. Did she really expect him to be celibate? She hadn't, she had to admit. Well, she'd not exactly had many lovers since they had admitted they had feelings for each other. But, she had dallied with other men.. Well alien men. So, was he supposed to wait till things changed and they could finally act on the forbidden feelings they had? Yes he was! How could he!? Who was she? Was it serious? Or was it as Daniel had insisted, blushing like a schoolboy, just sex?

Janet Frazier was shocked and not a little perturbed, by the condition she found the Colonel in. She had removed the barbed arrows without adding too much damage to the torn flesh of his wounds. Surprisingly the arrows hadn't hit anything major, nor any bone. Technically leaving the Colonel with flesh wounds. But the other injuries had her worried. What had possessed them to risk their careers this way? She had to talk to Sam.

Janet found a sullen and angry, Major Samantha Carter waiting slumped in her office. "Sam what has gotten into you two?" Janet hissed quietly. "If you hadn't warned me, I'd have revealed the evidence and you two would be heading for a court marshal!"

"I did not do that to the Colonel, Janet." Sam responded tightly. "But, I am sure going to find out just who did!"

"I'm sorry Sam." Janet said gently, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "This must be rough. Frankly, I don't know what could have gotten into the man. He had to know I'd find out as soon as he returned from the mission."

"I guess he figured it was none of your business Janet. Nor is it mine really." She added, her tone hard. "The Colonel is a big boy, he can do as he pleases." Straightening her shoulders she attempted a smile. "How about you and I grabbing some Chinese,then watching a movie, after the debriefing and your shift?"

Worried about the hurt she saw reflected in her friend's eyes, Janet agreed. " Alright 1900, at Woo's." She had a few words to say to one Bird Colonel, once he woke up first.

Jack O'Neill wrestled with the darkness and won. He woke to the familiar sounds of the infirmary, cracking his right eye open he looked into the very angry face of his Doctor.

Janet was glaring at him, a sneer on her usually pretty face. "Colonel, I like to know just how you sustained all the injuries I find on your torso and…. legs?"

Jack was confused. Hell he'd been running along covering the teams six when he'd suddenly found himself flat on his face, then darkness, till now. "Not sure Doc." He rasped out. "Guess I took a hit."

"Yes, you took two arrows to the right shoulder. Lucky for you, they did not do all that much damage, considering the size of the arrowhead and barbs along the shaft. But, I'm talking about the evidence of violent love play." She informed him with disgust.

Mildly embarrassed, Jack never the less, hid his feelings behind an indifferent façade. "Oh, those little love marks? They are nothing you need to worry over."

The realization that perhaps a few more people had knowledge of those marks, finally dawning on him. "Ah Janet, just exactly who gave me first aide?"

"Major Carter tended to you until we could get you back to the SGC." She told him, her concern for Sam evident in her tone. "Lucky for you, she quietly requested I wait to look you over, till I got you to the infirmary."

"Oh great. That's just peachy Doc." Jack closed his eyes in remorse. Sam would probably never speak to him again.

Sam met Janet at Woo's at precisely 1900. She had pulled Daniel aside demanding he tell her everything he knew as soon as they had ended the briefing with General Hammond. Daniel has been evasive. A new talent he'd acquired since his ascension and return to human form.

It was Teal'c who questioned her right to know. "I am unsure as to your right to lay claim upon the physical actions of O'Neill, Major Carter." He chastised her gently. "He is after all not you chosen mate. He is in fact your commander and there fore, his actions are not your concern. Was it not you, who informed him some years ago, that your feelings for one another should not leave the room in which they had been revealed?" Seeing her slight nod of confirmation he continued, "Then, unless you mark him as your own,O'Neill is free to indulge in the affections of others." With that he bowed slightly and walked away. Daniel, blushing fiercely rushed after him, leaving Sam with a lot to think about.

Now Sam wanted to have a nice dinner and forget it. She'd just have to accept that Jack had another woman. She and Janet, made polite conversation throughout dinner, never mentioning the incident, which had prompted the repast. That is until she opened her fortune cookie. It read: "Woman who does not fight for her man, spends the beauty of eternity alone in silence." Right, she thought. If I want him I'm going to have to let him know I do. When Janet asked her what her fortune cookie said, she lied, telling her something really inane. This was one secret she couldn't share with her friend. At least, not until she had shared it with Jack.

Jack was finally released from the infirmary a week before Valentines Day. He had a ton of mail piled up on his hall table. But, oddly no messages on his cell phone voice mail, or home answering machine. Oh well, guess she'll call eventually, he thought. He and Patricia had a casual, open relationship. It was really just about sex. They both had been up front about that. He wondered if she'd gotten tired of waiting the ten days he'd been held prisoner by the little Napoleon Janet Frazier and found a new lover. That would be all right with him, he admitted to himself. She was a little too rough, a little too kinky for his tastes actually. The scratches on his back and butt had finally healed, as did the love bites. But, he was still slightly embarrassed about them.

It had been bad enough when Teal'c had caught sight of the scratches in the shower room, his questions as to the nature of the injuries alerting the ever-inquisitive Dr. Jackson. Worse, Sam and Janet had found them. Sam was still not able to look him in the eye. But Janet was really pissed. She had gotten out all the really big needles, using him as her favorite pincushion. Man oh man she had made him suffer. She'd insisted he had to be screened for every known sexual disease, at least twice. Plus, she had lectured him repeatedly about using a condom; until he'd finally informed her he had had enough.

Now he was finally free of the punishment and home. He'd just begun going through his mail when the doorbell rang. Opening the door he came face to face with a large person, wearing a Gorilla costume holding a huge collection of pink balloons. "Jack O'Neill?" The Gorilla inquired.

Scowling, Jack nodded. The Gorilla thrust the balloons and a large pink envelope, into his hands. Pushing the button on a large boom box at his feet, the Gorilla began to dance around suggestively. While the strains of Tina Turner's Prisoner Of Your Love boomed forth. Irritated, Jack closed the door in the Gorilla's face. Leaving the balloons floating around his front hall, he went back into the living room, easing his still sore body down on his couch. The huge pink envelope had only one word scrawled on it.. Jack.

Sighing, he opened it expecting a missive or Valentine from the missing Patricia. Pulling out a large pink heart, he opened its folds to reveal a photo of a woman's hands bound tightly with pink silk, her palms open. One palm held a small card, which read.. "I'm captured by your spell." The hands were familiar, but he couldn't quite place just whom they belonged to. The nails were very long and painted a bright red. Turning the photo over, he looked for more information, finding none. He checked the pink heart for further writing, but found only a preprinted love poem. Knowing Patricia loved games, he set the photo aside wondering what she'd do next. He had to admit,the bound hands, so helplessly wrapped with pink satin, had aroused more than his curiosity.

Jack was deeply asleep when the phone jarred him awake. Cursing softly, he noted it was 0300. Grabbing the phone, he barked "O'Neill."

"Hot whispers in the night.. I'm captured by your spell." A husky woman's voice purred to him. "I want you Jack.." She panted. "Do you want me? Did you get my message?" Whimpering she added, "I'm not going to let you go…" Then hung up. Jack laid there a minute, unsure who had just called. Then he headed off to take a very cold shower.

He had just drifted back to sleep at 0400, when the phone again woke him. "O'Neill." He barked again.

"Jack.. I need you baby. I.. I.. I… Ohhh…" The unmistakable sounds of a woman finding her release followed. Then the phone clicked once more.

Damn O'Neill he said to himself, as he padded off for another shower, you are going to turn into a prune.

Jack was having a light lunch. He was off active duty for the next two weeks, until his wounds fully healed. The doorbell rang and he padded his way to the front door. Peering through the spy hole, he saw the face of a large pink rabbit staring back at him. Opening the door, he was informed he had a special delivery letter. The rabbit thrust another large pink envelope at him, and then giggling, "she" wiggled her hips at him and turned away. Jack went back to his kitchen to finish lunch. But, lost his appetite for food quickly when he opened his mail.

Sure enough, there was the familiar big pink heart and inside another photo. This one of a woman clad in pink leather thong, pushup leather bra, stiletto pink heels, a silk mask and large pink hat, obscuring her face and hair. She was entangled in a large black spider web, her hands bound with pink silk. Scrawled across the back of the photo was the message, "entangled in your web." Jack studied the woman's scantily clad figure. That was not Patricia. She seemed familiar, but just who she was still eluded him. Jack headed to the bathroom for his third cold shower of the day.

0300 the phone again rang. Jack took a deep breath and picked it up. "Yes?" he asked softly.

"Oh Jack baby… I… I…I… Ohhhh!" Again the woman found her release. Jack laid there quietly, his own breathing harsh and rapid, while the woman panted in his ear. "Sorry honey, just thinking about you makes me so very hot.. So very very horny.. I can't wait much longer.. Can you? I want you Jack… please.." Whimpering the woman hung up. Jack headed to the shower once more.

A knock at the door alerted Jack he had another visitor. Opening the portal, he found his mail man Harold, smiling like an idiot, standing there. "Hi Colonel. Got a large envelope here.. Won't fit in the letterbox.. So I thought I'd hand it to ya. No return address. Just says O`Neill on it. Normally wouldn`t deliver it but it has the right address."

Thanking him, Jack closed the door,and then headed to his bathroom. Might as well be prepared for another shower, he thought. Leaning against the sink he opened it to find another big pink heart. This one twice the size of the other. Inside was a woman's naked form; her head was not in the frame. Her hands bound with pink silk, held a large bouquet of roses, obscuring her breasts. A large pink bow was draped to obliterate her Mons so that her naughty bits were not visible. None the less it was very provocative. On the back of the photo the same scrawl read, "Take me."

Moaning, Jack shed his tight clothing and took another shower, wondering just how high a water bill he'd have this month.

That night at 0300 the phone rang again. Jack let it ring. The machine picked it up. He tried to ignore it, but couldn't. He made his way in the darkness to the machine and hit the listen button. The same husky voice greeted him. "Oh Jack you cannot escape me.. anymore than I can escape you. I belong to you… I need you.. I need you inside me Jack… Oh baby.. When will you take me? When Jack…" Then it ended. Jack went back to bed and tried to sleep. Twenty minutes later the phone rang again. This time Jack picked it up on the first ring.

"Oh yes baby! I like it when you come to me… quickly… when will you come for me Jack?…. I've come for you…" Whimpering she hung up.

He had just dozed off when the phone rang again. This time, he spoke before she could. "Listen baby, I'd like to come and get you, but just where are you?" He kept his voice low and growled.

"I will send you directions. Meet me there at midnight Saturday.. At twelve oh one it'll be Valentines Day.. Then you can … have me.. Be sure you.. Come for me Jack… I am coming for you.. Oh… I… yes.. Jack yes.. Argh! That's right baby.. Oh yes Jack.." She panted and then screaming his name hung up. Jack was so very hot, so very hard. This woman was torturing him. But, he'd find her and then, she'd pay!

For two days he neither heard from the woman, nor received a message. He was beginning to doubt she'd call. But on Friday at 1600 the doorbell rang. A large envelope was delivered to him. This time by a pink elephant wearing a heart shaped hat. Opening the enormous pink heart inside, he found a photo of the woman with her breasts and Mons covered with pink hearts. She was again wearing the hat and mask of pink silk. This time, she also sported pink knee high stockings and garters, as well as black stiletto heels. Her hands no longer bound,she carried a whip.

Feeling himself grow harder by the minute, he turned the photo over. Scrawled across the back was another message. It read, "Oh I'm so naughty! I bet you want to beat my sweet ass. But, me first. You have been a very naughty boy. You deserve to suffer." Jack headed to the shower.

Saturday 1700, a large fat man dressed as cupid knocked at Jack's door. He carried a large envelope. Yes, it too was pink.

Handing the missive to Jack, Cupid blew him a kiss. Then seeing Jack's scowl, ran down the driveway. Grossed out by the sight of such a Cupid, Jack slammed the door.

Heading for the bath he turned on the shower. Then opened the envelope, inside another large pink heart. This one had an address on it. It was to a Hotel not too far away. The photo of the woman was even more provocative. She was dressed in black shiny leather from head to toe. Only her luscious pink nipples protruded through heart shaped holes in the bodice. She wore a cowl and mask. The costume was complete, with a tail and high black leather stiletto heeled boots. Turning it over he found a Hotel key card with the room number. A brief message was again scrawled across the back. " This pussy needs stroking.. Come Jack.. Come for me at midnight." Jack hopped into the shower once more. He'd get his revenge tonight.

Midnight found Jack inserting his key card into the Hotel door. He opened it to find a candle lit room. It was filled with flowers and soft music was playing. Closing the door he scanned the room. His eyes adjusting to the dimness spied a woman totally naked, lying on deep pink satin sheets, a veil over her face. She gazed at him with huge deep blue eyes. Breathless from lust, he stopped at the end of the bed to admire the wanton waiting for him there.

Turning around onto her knees, she thrust her tightly rounded butt up to him and pointing out the whip on the side table, told him huskily, "Do you want to punish me, Jack?"

Punish her? Oh yes, but he didn't want to beat her.. at least not with a whip. Ripping off his clothing, he climbed up and onto the bed. Growling, he ran his hands over her slowly. Writhing, she moaned, begging him to take her quickly. But, he wanted satisfaction. She'd tortured him these last few days, he wanted revenge.

Seeing the ardent lust in his eyes, Sam was glad she had planned this seduction. It hadn't been easy to release her inhibitions this way. But, once she had located and *dissuaded* the voluptuous Patricia, it had been her single minded mission to make him fully hers.

As soon as he had seen her lying there totally nude, her big blue eyes filled with desire, he'd known his suspicions were correct. He had hoped, but never really believed it was she. He had wanted this woman for a very long time, quick was the last thing he intended to be.

Turning her onto her back, he sucked her nipples slowly, one after the other. Kneading the unattended breast, till she was screaming for him to kiss her… "other places." Laughing at her sudden shyness after her lewd remarks on the phone, he moved his head lower and tasted her.

Sam thought she'd lose it when his hot mouth kissed here most secret recesses. Hanging on to his powerful shoulders, careful of his still healing wound, she let herself give in to the overpowering sensations. When he gently inserted two fingers into her molten core, she threw her head back and came, crying his name.

Jack felt her innermost muscles clench around his fingers and quickened his torment of her delicate nub. Once she had relaxed once more, he rose up and covered her with his long length, sheathing himself slowly in her searing hot flesh.

As Jack eased his hard velvet length into her tight channel, Sam urged him to pick up his pace. But, he would not be rushed. He had still not removed her veil, her face was obscured, all of it except her big blue eyes. The eyes he had loved to look into for so long, gazed at him with love and undisguised lust. "Please Jack.." She pleaded, "Please go harder, give it to me baby.. Make me come."

Pulling her closer he whispered into her ear between nibbles, "Samantha, you have been such a naughty girl. I'm going to make sure you know how it feels to be teased.." he uttered pulling out of her softness, he rubbed his hard member over her delicate nub tormenting her with need.

Hearing him whisper her name Sam's eyes widened. When had he guessed it was her? She thought she had been so careful. "Jack you knew it was me? When did you find out?" As he rubbed himself over her once more, she moaned loudly quivering with need. "Please baby.. please put it back.. I want to feel you deep inside me.. Please Jack."

Removing her face veil, Jack kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth to him, pulling him closer. He was still rubbing his hard velvet length over her sensitive nubbin, teasing her cruelly.

Annoyed he was not allowing her release she bit his tongue lightly, slapping him on his taunt hard ass. Jack moved away and looked into her big blue orbs gauging her desire. Seeing her desperation he smiled, "Alright baby.." he said easing into her once more, he held still till he felt her accommodate him.

Once he was sure he would not hurt her, he began to slowly withdraw, then just before he fully left her body, ease himself into her with agonizing slowness. Wondering just how long he could himself stand this tormenting slowness, he continued to hold her release at bay.

"Jack please.. I'm sorry I teased you.. I was angry with you." She pleaded for his understanding breathlessly hoping he'd give her what she needed. "When I saw the marks that she had put on you.. Like she was marking her territory.. I couldn't help it.. I sought revenge."

"That was just sex Sam. I don't love her." He said looking her in the eye. "It's just been so damned frustrating..wanting you. Never being able to touch you."

"I know Jack, I've felt it too." She gazed back at him lovingly.

"So is that what this is about?" Noting her questioning expression, he continued, "Are you marking me as yours?"

"I haven't left a mark on you Jack, not yet." She said laughing, then gasped as he thrust into her more forcefully. "Yes Jack like that.. Do that again.. Please baby!"

Feeling her digging her nails into his shoulder, Jack gave her what she wanted. Beating her with his hard flesh, giving her the "punishment" she had begged for.

Feeling her waves of release, as she moaned his name, he allowed himself to climax along with her. As together, they rode the tsunami of La Petite Mort.

Spent, they both held on to each other. Feeling they're combined racing hearts so closely beating in tandem.

For a time, they just enjoyed the feeling of holding on to one another, reveling in the joys of satisfaction.

"Happy Valentines Day Sam." Jack whispered lovingly.

"Happy V day to you Jack my love." Sam crooned. "Now what do we do? Meet here whenever we can? Keep this a secret?"

"Umm." He said nuzzling her neck feeling himself grow hard against her soft belly once more. "I think I'd like that vixen. But, no more Cupids, rabbits, or gorillas, alright?"

"Oh pooh Jack that was so very much fun." Sam giggled, as she grasp his ever hardening velvet tribute. "You see I had quite a few more photos I was planning to send along.. But, I suppose there are other means of delivery." Having caused him to look into her eyes with shock, she pushed him inside herself once more, making them one.

FINI