Title: Come Saturday Morning

Author: Malinne

Email: malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17 graphic sex

Summary: Sam and Jack switch bodies

Spoilers: None.

Classification: Sam & Jack. romance

Archive: SJ-NC17, SJD- yes

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II)Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

Notes: Since I've never gone to any of the cons, I didn't realize that Simon Says is a game Chris Judge sometimes does there. For those of you who do attend, I hope this brings a smile to your face should Chris ever play it again.

Sam's fuzzy brain was slowly becoming aware. Warm and cozy, she could feel a body pressed tightly against her back with an arm wrapped over her waist…the hand cupping her breast. Oh my god…her breast. Yes…yes… her breast…she was back in her own body. She lay quietly soaking in all the sensations: the feel of the fabric of the sheets against her skin, the smell of Jack O'Neill on her pillow, the warmth of his body against hers, and the tiny movements of his fingers on her breast.

She pressed herself back into him, wiggling her hips to get as close as possible. She could hear his slow even breathing and feel the soft hair of his chest rubbing against her back. An evil grin crossed her lips and lit her face as she began to grind her hips more forcefully against his groin. Slowly, the beast began to awaken. Sam could feel it crawling up her back as it grew and hardened. Jack's hand slipped down her body and into her soft curls. She sucked in her breath as his middle finger probed inside and around her clit. His head moved… she thought to kiss her neck, but instead a hot wet tongue licked the pulse point below her ear.

A husky voice whispered in her ear, "See…I did take notes."

Sam rolled in his arms and met his lips with hers. It was a slow gentle kiss—no demands—no urgency. The corners of her mouth turned up into a grin as they began to break the kiss, and she bit down on his lower lip, tugging gently on it. She slipped her hand down between their bodies to touch his rigid length. "Is this a present for me?"

He moved her hand away. "As much as I would like for it to be, right now I really have to pee." He gave her a quick kiss on the nose and flung the covers back, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and heading for the bathroom. She watched his naked butt as he walked past her.

A smile lit her eyes and she jumped out of bed running ahead of him into the bathroom.

"Sam, what do you think you're doin?"

"I came to help you." She beamed her best smile at him. "I wanna hold it for you."

"Excuse me…you what?"

"I wanna help you. I got to hold it and pee myself once last night, but I wanna try it again."

Jack grinned. Two could play this game. "Okay, but you have to take the battleship challenge. Are you woman enough to do it?"

"I'm more woman than you're going to know what to do with…Jack." She added his name in a seductive tone that made his balls jerk up closer to his body.

"Then we have two challenges." He paused and a wide grin spread across his face. "Mine first." He leaned over and tore off a piece of toilet paper, tearing it into small pieces and gently laying them in the toilet bowl, making sure they stayed afloat. "Alright. The object of this game is to sink all the little TP battleships before I run out of ammo. So get a grip and get in position." Sam stood on his right side with her breasts pressed into his upper arm and reached out grasping his penis.

Jack initiated the stream of urine and Sam began targeting and sinking the bits of tissue, swinging his penis left, right, up and down. Jack chuckled and warned, "Easy on the trigger, Major…this isn't your P90." Soon all were under the water.

"You sank my battleships!" Jack yelled.

Sam dropped her head into his shoulder. `God,' she thought, `How I love this childish side of him.'

He swung her up in his arms. "Now, on to your challenge…"

"Jack put me down. I have to pee too." He kissed her before lowering her to the floor.

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She finished up and returned to the bedroom. Jack was sitting on the side of the bed, his knees slightly apart and now flaccid penis dangling; emptying his bladder had deflated his early morning hard- on. He smiled at her—a mischievous little grin—and opened his arms for her. Sam walked to the side of the bed and he folded her into his arms, pulling her to stand between his open knees and resting his cheek on the bare skin of her belly.

She could feel his warm breath tickling across her skin as goose bumps rose over her entire body. Taking note of the reaction, he turned and nuzzled her skin before beginning to trail light kisses over her torso. When he reached her bellybutton he thrust his hot wet tongue forcefully inside and swirled it around. Sam knees almost buckled at the sudden sensation. He continued dropping butterfly kisses from her navel to the triangle of blonde at the top of her thighs. Sam savored the erotic tingle deep inside her core as the feathery- light kisses tickled across her skin.

He pushed her back slightly and moved his knees together; then pulled her forward to sit on his lap, straddling his legs. Sam rested her arms on his shoulders, caressing the silver hair at his temples with her fingertips. Leaning forward she kissed him on the forehead, nose, each cheek, and chin—light biting his chin as she pulled her face back from his.

Jack lifted a hand to hold the side of her face, staring deeply into the blue eyes; he was shaken to the core by what he saw there. He had always known she trusted him and that she cared about him (more than she was supposed to, too), but what he saw in her eyes was unconditional love. This woman, soldier-his 2IC, who stood by him always in battle, who challenged him frequently, and sometimes hated the choices he made—but never hated him for making them…this woman loved him. In spite of those things and all his foibles; she loved him. Tears blurred Jack's eyes.

Sam seeing the moisture pooling in his eyes, took his face in both her hands. "Jack… what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong…just thinking."

"You better watch it…that's my job…not yours. And I hear thinking pulls blood to your brain and away from other more important parts of your body. We have some much better alternative uses for your blood right now." A sly grin lit her eyes as she raked her nails through the hair of his chest.

He looked down following the path of her nails, and on past her hands to the open space between both their thighs. He watched as his penis began to twitch and lifted to touch the cheeks of her butt. Looking back up at her face, he matched her devilish grin with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Stop thinking and suck face, flyboy." Sam said as she slid her fingers behind his neck and pulled her face to his, taking his lips with hers. His lips were soft and gentle on hers. She quickly slipped her tongue into his mouth and met his tongue. Sam changed the mood of the kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth so hard he thought for sure that she was going to swallow it before she released it and began kissing a trail down his neck.

Sam was wet the minute his hard dick touched her buttocks—the aching hollow between her thighs already screaming to be filled. Jack's hands slid to her breasts as he gently rolled her nipples and kneaded her breasts. One hand slipped lower, trailing fire down the center of her body until her reached her blonde curls and traced patterns in them. He slid his palm to cover her mound and vulva, cupping and gently massaging the entire area.

Feeling the wet saturate his palm he sighed and his penis lurched harder against her bottom. "My god, you're so wet already."

"Jack…I was born ready for you." She teased as she traced circles around his nipples with her fingernails. Sliding off his thighs, she sat in the floor between his knees at the bedside. She dropped her hands to his ankles and rubbed her warm fingers over his calves, gently massaging the muscles. Slowly she moved upwards to his knees; then, traced a path with her nails from his knees to his groin. His huge erection bounced up in her face.

She looked up at him with a glint in her eyes, "I see blood flow is back where it should be." She wrapped her fingers around his erection just below the head, and slowly slid her hand down the length to his body, and then back to the head again. With the other hand she cupped his sack and rolled his balls in her hand. Grinning when she heard his sharp intake of breath. Leaning forward she kissed the tip of his penis; then opened her mouth and slipped her tongue underneath the head before pulling it into her mouth.

Jack jerked upright at the wave of heat that flooded his body. The hot wet mouth that was now around his erection, the tongue swirling over and over the head was almost too intense to bear. He grabbed her head with both hands and opened his eyes, looking down into hers. She smiled with her mouth full and reveled at the looked in his eyes, which had now gone totally dark with desire.

Pulling the head from her mouth, she gave it one long…slow…lollipop lick. "Whose in command now, Sir?" she asked and bit him lightly at the tip of his penis.

Reaching for her shoulders he lifted her up and lay back on the bed, pulling her across him, his feet still on the floor. He rolled her over and moved with her. She lay with her legs dangling off the bed and him on all fours straddling her. "But, Major…don't you know by now…I'm a take charge kind of guy?" He waggled his eyebrows. "Scoot back on the bed" he commanded with authority in his voice. Sam wiggled to the middle of the bed resting her head on the pillows as he crawled, staying in position above her.

He sat straddling her knees and looked at the body before him. She raised her thigh nudging his erection. "Jack…I want you."

"People in hell want ice water too, but you're going to have to wait. I'm not ready…not for a long time. This is going to last. He leaned forward and kissed her, a slow languid kiss that she thought was sucking her soul from her to him. He raised his face a couple of inches from hers and gave her his infamous boyish smile. "Simon says, turn your head to the left."

"What…oow…okay…a game." She turned her head to the left.

Leaning down he lightly traced his lips over the skin of her neck and nuzzled her ear. Then with a hot, wet tongue he licked the pulse point below her right ear, very slowly dragging his tongue across her skin. Her hands caressed up his arms.

Jack lifted his head and shoulder. "Turn you head to the right." Sam rolled her head to the other side. "Uh...uh…didn't say Simon says. We have to start over…and you can't move unless Simon tells you to move. Understand?"

Sam nodded.

"Okay, we start over. Simon says, turn your head to the right." As she did so, he leaned in a repeated the slow lick to her pulse point. "Now, Simon says, turn you head to the left." Sam turned and he leaned in kissing and nipping at her ear lobe the trailing his tongue to her collarbone.

Sam could feel the warmth spreading through her. His lips and tongue were like hot electricity, and each touch sent a jolt straight to her core.

"Simon says, take my hands." They interlaced their fingers, and he pulled both her hands to his mouth, kissing them. Her hands amazed him. They were strong hands, but feminine. So gentle now, but he knew what they were capable of doing—and it turned him on. He dropped kisses from her wrist to shoulder; then claimed her lips again. As he broke the kiss he moved her arms up and over her head. "Simon says, keep your arms there."

He slid down her body a bit, burying his face between her breasts and cupping one in each hand. He turned his face to the side, watching close up at the reaction of her areola and nipple as he massaged her breast and rolled her nipple in his fingers. He moved and licked her nipple; then pursed his lips and blew across the wet skin, watching it pucker and draw even tighter. He took the nipple between his lips, tickling the tip with his tongue, before sucking as much of the breast as he could into his mouth. He raised his head and grinned as he moved to the other breast. "God, you taste sweet."

Sam sucked in her breath and arched her back slightly. Her senses were overloading. First his naked body pressed against hers, his erection pulsating between them on her belly; then his hot, wet mouth on her breast and the prickle of his beard on her skin was an assault that no woman could adequately prepare herself for. She wanted to scream…to grab him and roll him to his back, mounting him and riding him until they were both fucking unconscious.

He must have seen the wildness in her face because he grinned at her and shook a finger. "If you do that…we have to start over…Simon says remember."

She bit her lip and lay still.

Using his knee, he parted her legs and slid down her body, kissing and licking as he went. He settled between her thighs and bracing the back of each thigh on one of his shoulders, he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs to hold her steady. Jack lowered his face and nuzzled her, slipping his nose inside the top of her slit to graze her clit. Using his fingers to open her, he traced the outline of her slit with the tip of his tongue. Two fingers slid inside and he grinned at her. "I remember." Her searched for that spot on the anterior wall of her vagina where the angle began to slope toward her pelvic bone. Once there, he began to flex and extend his fingertips. Her low soft moans and the gush of fluids told him he had found her G- spot. He lowered his mouth to her and doubled the assault.

God she was gonna come soon. She could feel the burn building…it almost hurt it felt so good. Her hips began to rock uncontrollably, and then a powerful spasm lifted her off the bed as she came riding Jack's hand and suckled by his mouth. She grabbed for Jack's head. "Holy Hannah…Jack!"

He held her until her tremors had subsided. Then scooted up beside her on the bed to look her in the eyes—a frown on his face. "You moved. I didn't say Simon says. That means I have to start over." He reached down and picked up his erection, waving it at her. "That means none of this for you yet. You have to play by the rules."

She reached for his penis, but he jerked away. "Rules…Sam…You know about rules. Okay, Simon says, turn your head to the left," he said as he moved back into position lying over her body supported on his elbows.

Sam turned her head and he leaned in to begin the process again by licking her pulse point. Suddenly…he wasn't sure how it happened, but Sam shifted slightly, arms and legs were wrapped around him and he was rolled to his back. Sam was now sitting on his thighs. She looked down and grinned at him, "You bastard, if you won't fuck me…I'll fuck you."

"Now…Sam…the rules," he teased. But before he could say anything else she grasped his huge cock in one hand, bracing herself on his chest with the other, as the positioned him at her hot wet core. She slowly began to take him inside—he was at a loss for words.

Sam threw her head back and gasped at the sensation. Overwhelmed… (My god, it felt soooo good) as she slowly sank onto him. Her position above him allowed her to push for full penetration. Once she was settled onto his hips, she circled her pelvis and he slipped even further into her. She closed her eyes and dropped her head onto his chest with a gasp.

"Sam…Sam…" he was wiggling, trying to pull his hips down into the mattress and withdraw from her. "Are you okay? I'm sorry…I know I'm awful big. Am I hurting you?"

She rose up bracing both hands on his chest. "My god…no. No you are not hurting me. That is just the most wonderful thing I have ever felt. I've never been filled so completely. I almost came when I mounted you"

"You sure…I know I'm a lot." He was grinning with satisfaction, but still concerned too.

"Jack…I'm sure. I, unlike you, know how to relax." With that she rocked her pelvis against him.

He jerked, his balls pulling up tight to his body, as her motion sent a wave of pure agony and ecstasy through his body. Her hot, warm channel held him so tightly and created a friction like none other he had ever felt. No one had ever taken him fully before. There had always been that bit of holding back or supporting himself to prevent deep penetration and discomfort for his partner, but here he was free to relax--relax and get his brains fucked out. "Jesus…Sam…I may not last long either."

She was rocking very slowly. Savoring each inch of his satin smooth cock as it slid through her hot core. She was so tight; she could feel the distended veins of his penis as they rubbed through her. He grasped her hips to steady her movements as her rocking became more frantic. Her face and chest were flushed, her breasts swaying seductively with each movement and her breath in tiny little grunts. Sliding his hand over her breast, she shook her head at him, the look on her face now very intense. "No," she whispered. This was a woman on a mission. He slid his hands to her shoulders and pulled her down to him, rolling them so he was now on top. Never loosing the rhythm, he began pumping into her. She moved her legs to lock them around his waist as he slipped his hands under her, wrapping his fingers over her shoulders. Both were now breathing in audible gasps as their passion soaked bodies clung to each other.

Jack was now so hard inside her that it was becoming painful for him. He needed release—just as she did from the aching hollowness between her thighs. Sam lifted her hands to the sides of his face and he opened his eyes to stare into hers. "Harder Jack…its okay. Harder and faster." He complied. Within a minute, he felt the muscles of Sam's thighs against his ribs as they began to jerk. Suddenly her pelvis slammed forcefully up into his and he new she was coming. She opened her eyes again and stared into his with a feral wildness that would have frightened lesser men. Then she clamped down her vaginal walls around his cock, and began to forcefully thrust against him. She was so well lubricated that even with the snug fit, he slid so easily. The added friction was all he needed. Her muscles pulled him to the precipice and sucked him over the edge with her into the swirling abyss of orgasm.

"Ohmygod…ohmygod…oh…ooh…mygod…JAAAACK!" she screamed as she lost control of her senses.

Her voice was interspersed with that of Jack. "Oh…sweet Jesus…Sam… Ooooooh…. sweet!" He collapsed, breathless on top of her. Neither could speak. They could only hear the pounding of heartbeats…but was it their own they were hearing…or their lover's?

After a few minutes Jack moved off her and to the side, wet skin sliding across wet skin. He leaned back over to kiss her gently. She chuckled.

"What?"

"Screamer."

"I didn't scream…you screamed…" he denied it with a grin. I'll have you know Jack O'Neill doesn't scream during sex."

"You mean even mind-blowing…fuck your brains-out-sex like we just had? Well then, someone is in this room besides us because I distinctly heard another voice besides mine." She chided and poked him in ht ribs.

"Okay…our secret." He was silent for a minute. Then he looked up at her, his expression now serious. "Sam…you realize we have gone way over the line here." It was a statement not a question.

She smiled, "I know. No regrets though…and I don't intend to stop."

He quickly agreed. "No regrets. And I want this…us."

"So…" she asked. "What are we going to do about General Hammond?"

He grinned and pulled her to him. "He can find his own woman…you're taken."

Sam laughed. "I'm relieved that you don't believe in sharing. So…we just need to draw a new line."

"And what's that."

"No fraternization on base or off-world."

He nodded as he thought about it. "I can live with that." Then a wide grin spread across his face from ear to ear. "Holy shit…Houston, we have a problem."

Sam was a little alarmed by his tone, "What…what's wrong Jack?"

He rolled up on his side facing her. "I didn't say Simon says…you came without me saying Simon says…that means we have to start over again."

She reached around him and spatted his ass. "Oh…you…bite me!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back. "That can be arrange, Major…that and a whole lot more."

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