Title: The Safe Bet

Author: Malinne

Email: Malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17 graphic sex

Summary: Sam discovers what she has been missing by playing it safe.

Spoilers: Slight for Grace and Chimera

Classification: Romance, PWP

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.

Her time alone on the Prometheus had opened her eyes to a new path for her life. Shortly after her recovery, she had met Pete. He had been many things that Jack O'Neill wasn't; funny (without the acerbic tongue), open emotionally (you could read his face like the pages of a kid's picture book), but most of all…he had been available. So, convinced she was ready to grab life by the horns, she had started seeing Pete and very quickly become sexually involved with him. This wasn't the first physical relationship she'd had since Jonas. After all, she was a normal healthy woman, with a normal healthy woman's needs. But those had all been very brief—even casual relationships. The last of those had been sometime during her third year at the SGC— the year she had decided to make the unattainable her goal. So, for four years she'd had no one in her life. She had told herself she was waiting…waiting for something that was never going to happen.

But after her awakening from her ordeal, she had put that waiting behind her, and started dating…and sleeping with Peter Shannon. That was six months ago. Now, lying here in her bed with her lover's head buried between her thighs, she realized that taking the time to get to know someone better was really worth the effort—not only relationship wise, but also sex wise. There was a comfort in knowing someone so well—maybe trust is a better word—that allowed her to open herself up and be more vulnerable. That took lovemaking to a whole new level.

She was jerked from her thoughts as he touched her moist flesh, his tongue feeling almost cool in contrast to the heat building there. He spread her folds with his fingers, opening her fully to his questing tongue. The first touch had been a lollipop lick from the bottom of her slit to the sensitized bud at the top. He paused to swirl his tongue around her clit and forcefully flick the tip back and forth across the hardening nub. Pursing his lips around it, he sucked it gently, thrusting his tongue against the portion that was inside his mouth. Writhing at his ministrations, Sam heard a low chuckle issue from his lips, creating a vibration that only served to intensify this exquisite torture.

He slowly slid the middle finger of his left hand into her center. She nearly rose off bed, rocking her pelvis into his touch. He sought and easily found her G-spot, massaging the bundle of nerve fibers until it was engorged and hypersensitive. Sam moaned when he withdrew the finger, "More…please," she almost begged.

He just grinned at her and dragged his fingers over her groin and lower abdomen, before returning them to her wet flesh and slipping his index and middle fingers into her vagina, again seeking and finding her still enlarged G-spot. He trapped the tender tissues between her pubic bone and his fingers, circling and massaging it until it began to throb. Finally, he lowered his lips to her pulsing clit and began a gently rhythmic suction in unison with the movement of his fingers. Sam writhed under his touch; she was lost. Her body was no longer hers—it was his to do with as he would. All muscle control was gone. All conscious thought was gone. Sam was aware only of the new universe that had just been opened within her. Like the dark void of an expanding black hole, the sensation was swallowing her. It was the most terrifying and the most exhilarating sensation she had ever experienced. She squirmed and scooted toward the head of the bed, trying to escape the onslaught, but to no avail—he moved with her, unrelenting in his determination to thoroughly claim her. His fingers continued to heavily stroke the spot deep within her core. Able to bear it no longer, her head spinning, her muscles moving spastically, she screamed his name as she exploded in orgasm, her molecules were surely being scattered across the vast expanse of space as the cataclysmic bang shattered her very soul.

Her next conscious thought was of the weight that had come to rest partially on her chest, and of a naked male body cradled against her and between her thighs. She lay with her eyes closed, still breathing heavily. She could feel his warm skin against hers, feel his breath tickling across her cheek, and feel his hard length pressed between their bodies, the throbbing head against her lower belly. Sensing she was returning to her self, he spoke. "See told you it would be nice. I actually think you may have passed out on me."

She giggled, embarrassed to admit that any man had been able to have that much power over her. "How long?" she asked.

"About a minute", came the response. He leaned down and licked her throat, stopping about an inch and a half below her ear when he heard her suck in her breath. He gave special attention to that area, kissing, nipping and licking as he listened to her soft moans. His mouth moved to cover hers, lips quickly parting, begging his tongue to enter and explore. He didn't hesitate, moving his tongue across her teeth to parry with her tongue, before smoothing over the roof of her mouth and the inner lining of her cheeks. She trapped his tongue and sucked hard on it, leaving no doubt that she was sufficiently recovered and ready to move on to the next phase of their lovemaking.

He used his hands to spread and flex her knees. Bracing on his forearms he lifted his hips, while Sam grasped his hard length and moved it to her center. As he held himself above her, she rubbed the throbbing head through her folds, laughing when he convulsed and dropped his head onto her chest. She moved the head to her slit, using it to part her lips and begin the penetration.

Feeling that he was now in position, he pushed slowly forward into her willing flesh. She was hot, so incredibly hot…it was as if he could feel the steam from her core bathing him as me moved into her. His breath caught as her folds enveloped the head of his cock, sucking it ever further into her depths. Sam gasped and bit her lower lip, making him stop and question with a look, whether or not he should continue. She smiled and stroked a hand from his shoulders to the small of his back encouraging him to take her. Her eyes fluttered shut as he pushed on easily gliding through her wet channel until he was fully sheathed. Sam mumbled to him, "You fill me up. It feels so good to have you inside me."

He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue slowly in and out of her mouth in unison with the rocking of his pelvis. As the thrusting became more fervent, he abandoned her mouth and moved to her neck and throat, marking her as his with every kiss, nip and suck.

Sam felt the need beginning to grow, as his long deep strokes awakened a howling emptiness deep in her pelvis. With each thrust he withdrew far enough to graze her clit, making her wriggle wildly as he pumped back into her. Sam wrapped her legs behind his back, pulling her knees high, the new position allowing him to move even deeper into her. The silky skin of his cock caressed her vaginal walls, the pleasure multiplied by the many engorged veins prominent on his shaft. Her wetness allowed him to slide with ease. In and out...in and out, as she sucked him further into the ecstasy that awaited them—so near, and yet, still so far away.

Suddenly, the wildfire spread out from his groin, coursing through his body and racking him with the pleasure of approaching orgasm. Sensing that Sam had not yet come with him, he continued to thrust wildly. As his body stiffened and he exploded inside her, filling her with his hot fluids. She arched, slamming her body into his, the hot wash within her pulling her over the edge with him. They lay, shaking in a lovers' embrace as their bodies gave in to the sensory overload resulting from the friction of flesh on flesh.

He collapsed on to her. Panting. As their breathing stilled, he realized she was crying softly. Lifting his face to hers, he kissed her gently. "Don't cry…it's okay." A tear dripped from his cheek to mingle with hers. "I'm here. I'll always be here for you, Sam. I love you."

"I love you too! I just never dreamed it would be this good." she responded.

They lay almost dozing, bodies entwined, neither speaking for almost an hour, until the ringing of her phone disturbed them. "Do you want to get that?" he asked. She shook her head as the answering machine kicked on.

The person on the phone began to speak. "Sam, this is Mark. Pick up if you're there… Okay, guess not. Hey…I just talked to Pete on the phone. What's going on with you two? I thought things were working out really well and that you cared about him. He was sure taken with you. He's pretty torn up now. Sam…he told me you said you didn't love him. He said that you apologized for using him, and that you said something about him being the safe bet to keep you from taking a chance to go for the brass ring." There was a long pause and the machine disconnected. Immediately the phone rang again. "Sam…it's me again. Call him. It's not too late. He still wants to be with you. Uh… Bye I guess. Call me too okay." Mark hung up the phone.

Sam turned to face her lover, sliding her fingers through the short silver hair at his temple and trailing her fingers to his lips. Jack grasped her hand and kissed it. "You okay?" he asked.

Sam leaned to him, slipping the hand behind his neck to pull his lips to hers to kiss them slowly and gently. "I'm more than okay. Jack, I was confused and made a terrible mistake. I thought I was playing it safe by waiting for you—because I told myself that was never really going to happen. What I really did was play it safe with Pete. I didn't want him, I wanted the romance and a life free of regulations that he represented. I was playing it safe by going after him, instead of taking the risk to go after the one person I have loved and wanted for so long." She paused and stared into his brown eyes. "Forgive me?"

"Yeah. Sure…ya betcha!" came his response as he rolled her beneath him and took her mouth in another deep kiss.

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Notes: Okay…I know it's been done. It's clichéd. But…I really needed a shot of Sam and Jack smut! LOL! As always, I do welcome your feedback.