Title: Fears and Valentine

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17 Sam and Jack; Jack/other (see WARNINGS)

Summary: To free Sam of her self induced fears, Jack finishes what he started on New Year's Eve with another woman

Spoilers: general season 8 to be sure, although I haven't mentioned anything specific this time.

Archive: SJD yes, anyone else who wants it, take it.

Disclaimer: not mine

Feedback: say what's on your mind.

Author's Notes: This is a sequel to "On New year's Eve". But as with all my other sequels you don't need to read one to understand the other… not much plot in it. The only thing you'll be missing is dirty sex.

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WARNING: This fic contains sexual relations between Jack and another woman. I have cut the fic into 3 parts and separated the Jack/other moment in PART 2. Those who are offended or… as I am… freaked by this type of thing, can SKIP part 2 without missing anything… except dirty sex… ;-))

PART 3 also contains forced sex between Sam and Jack.

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PART 1

Sam sat up suddenly. She was panting, sweat was running down her face and she was shaking like a leaf. For several long moments, her mind fought to take in her surroundings, until the images of her dream faded. She was in her own bed, in her own home. She covered her face with her hands and allowed her body to fall back on the pillows, drawing long breaths. *Nightmare… it was just a nightmare…* She thought, exhausted. Slowly she turned on her left side, her hands uncovering her eyes and she lovingly watched the man currently sleeping next to her.

Jack looked peaceful and relaxed as he slept in her bed, comfortably tucked under the warm covers, a satisfied and happy look on his face. Sam smiled to herself. He'd better look satisfied. He had just fucked her for hours, to a screaming orgasm not long ago and came himself inside her, growling her name though clenched teeth, while he jerked and bucked against her. She'd kick his ass if he didn't look satisfied.

Yet she kept having these nightmares on a daily basis. On New Year's Eve, just about a month ago, she had decided to go with her feelings for him, to fight to get him for herself. To get him in her life, in her bed. She danced a provocative dance with him and made sure he ended up with a major hard-on. But still, in spite of the passion surging through them both, ranks and rules and regulations, not to mention their own unspoken rules about keeping it in the room, forced him to push her away.

He pushed her away strongly and decisive and accepted the 'come on' of another woman. Another woman that was not shy about letting him know she was more than willing to receive his rock hard dick in her body and let him fuck her until he passed out. And Jack was not a man to be shy about sex. Casual or otherwise. He grabbed her arm and led her away from the party and Sam's broken heart as she watched him leave with another woman.

And later, that only led to Sam busting in on her CO in a storage room, while he had his tongue thrusting deep in that woman's mouth. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her back against the wall, with two of his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, having her one step away from orgasm. And Sam had stood there, facing his wrath, while she drove that woman as far away from him as she could. With the strength and tone of her voice and the authority in her body language. She would not let him come with that woman. She had drove her away and she remained face to face, in a far away corner of the building, with her very pissed, still very much aroused CO. She stood there, held her ground, ready for him to reprimand her in anyway he saw fit.

Until Jack backed off and she was left offering herself to him in anyway and every way possible. "Do with me what you would have done with her!" She said. And he did. He did that and so much more. He took her, fucked her, dick, fingers, tongue. He had her on her knees before him, sucking him off. He slapped her, he fucked her fiercely while hitting her ass, making her come under the heavy weight of his body, with his dick pounding into her and his hand hitting her ass. And she came. Hard, screaming, her legs trembling around him. And he came with her. Falling over her, resting on top of her, in her arms. Then pulling away and walking back to the party with her as if nothing happened.

She had watched him retreat back inside himself, his walls and self defenses going up all around him again, backing away from her as much as he could, even refusing to look at her. He was fighting to make what had just happened between them what she had asked of him. To have done with Sam what he would have done with the other woman. One pointless fuck. His shoulders were slumped, his face sad and his eyes empty. It had not been just one pointless fuck for him. But his mind was screaming *Make it be!*

She had walked up to him and pulled his lips to hers at midnight, the engagement ring from Pete no longer on her finger and her tongue in Jack's mouth, promising him so much more for as long as he would want it. *One hell of a way to start the New Year!* She thought to herself. And he said 'I love you' and she said it too. And they never parted since. Every night he was in her arms, loving her, fucking her, every night she wrapped herself in him and held on to him like holding on to life.

Now she was here in her bed, watching him sleep and marking down one more night of nightmares about him and the other woman. A little over a month had passed since that night and it still haunted her. The memory of it, the way he looked taking that woman as his, as his property, as his tool to find release in her body, with her body. The way he looked kissing her, claiming her mouth, fucking her with his fingers. The way passion had taken over him so much, he would have struck Sam down if she had been within his reach when she busted in on him.

It was killing her to think of how much he had needed that woman and how badly he would have fucked her. To think about the fact that he would have taken his release inside her without as much as a second thought. Sam was never to know how far he would have gone with her. How far would he have taken their fucking? How much would he have given her? How much did he want of her? How much did he feel for her?

Sam was never to know. And maybe neither was Jack. Because he had never had the chance to finish things with her. Because Sam had stopped it from taking place, leaving it hanging between him and Alex and between her and Jack, like one armed bomb waiting to go off at some point. Now that woman was left as a fantasy he almost had. He had known the feel of her pussy around his fingers, her juices running down her thighs, on his hand. Her tongue in his mouth. He had known how it felt to be aroused by her, to feel passion with her. Raw, untamed, fierce. But he had never known the release her body promised him through the arousal she offered him. He had never known her coming on him, succumbing to his body, his touch, his fuck, he was not given the chance to break her. He had never known her orgasm, or his. Sam had taken that from him. He had not had the chance to finish the act and complete the circle with her. To fuck her viciously like she was begging him to, to come inside her and end the game they played.

Now a moth later Sam found herself wondering if when he fucked her later on that same night, did he still fuck her because he wanted her, Sam, because he wanted to find release from the hard on she gave him on the dance floor, or to find release from the hard on that Alex gave him. To blow the tension she had worked up in him. Did he fuck her because he needed that other woman and Sam was just closer? Did he still want her? Or did he just want the release that woman had promised him?

Sam looked at his face, sleeping in her bed. She loved him, God how she loved him. And everything he gave her in the past month. The dinners he cooked for her, breakfast in bed during the weekends, the way he made love to her, slow and sweet, sensual and erotic, or the way he fucked her, raw and hard, powerfully and furiously. She loved the way he held her, the way he let her hold him. To find other sides of him than those she saw at the SGC. The way he was when his barriers fell and all he needed was her warm body to hold and make him feel alive. The way he laughed. That fact that he did laugh. He liked to laugh.

Sam ran a finger down his sleeping face, feeling the skin warm and smooth, his cheek rough from the stubble he grew over the day. He'd have to shave in the morning. She liked watching him shave. Half dressed, his hand sure as it moved across his face, up his neck, bearing the skin of the stubble, the muscles in his arms flexing with the move, his tanned skin glistening in the light, still damp after the shower he had. The way he caught her eyes in the mirror as she watched him. And he tried not to smile or blush as he looked at her and then went back to his task. But then that sweet smile of his would creep across his face as she kept on watching him. "One of these days you'll have to let me watch you shave." He told her once. "Shave yourself like you did for me that night…" His eyes sparkled with desire and passion.

For the New Year's party she had completely shaved herself for him. He was totally taken aback when he pushed his hand between her legs and found her naked to his touch. He took immense pleasure in tonguing her until she came, burying his face in her wet folds, feeling her, tasting her, licking her. She had not done it again, but was seriously considering picking it up as a regular habit. She had loved the way it felt between her legs. And the way he felt against her. The way his lips and tongue felt, hot and wet, against her bear skin. The passion that broke inside him at the sight and feel of her. The way he completely devoured her with his mouth. All lips and tongue and teeth against and across her folds, her clit, pushing and breaching her opening. It had felt ten times better. More intense, more sensitive. And he had loved it.

Sam smiled to herself while she remembered these little events. She still looked at him sleeping. She liked it. The way he looked. His silver hair was all mussed from the pillow and she knew she'd love the way he'll look tomorrow morning. His hair mussed, his face sleepy, his eyes puffy. She loved throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his sleepy face, hearing him moan, half in pleasure, half in regret she was waking him up further. And his mouth always tasted good in the morning. Surprisingly enough. Not like toothpaste or mint or what he used as breath refreshment throughout the day. But simply like him. Pure him and only him. And he tasted good. Or was she so head over heals in love with this man, he messed up her senses?

And yet here she was, not being able to sleep comfortably on an almost daily basis. Consciously she knew, she was sure, she wasn't even thinking that Alex was a threat to her. That she meant nothing to Jack but a casual fuck. That he wasn't interested in her. And yet, while she slept, her mind, the mind that didn't listen to logic, but instincts and fear and need, and passion, feared that woman. And wondered if Jack still thought about her. Did he wonder how it would have been to fuck her?

Alex had been very beautiful built. Big breasts, thin body, long legs, nice ass. She had a pretty face and was young. Very young. How bad did he want to fuck her that night? Was she now a fantasy for him? One of those fantasies he brought up when he was jerking off? Did he wish he would have had the chance to sink his dick inside her and come in her body? Or get her off? Watch her fall apart before him, on his fingers, his dick? Did he still want her? Did he ever think about finishing things with her? Was she now that forbidden fruit he wasn't allowed to have? Did he wonder?

She was being stupid, and Sam knew it. But she wasn't doing this on purpose. She had no control over it. It was one of those stupid fears that had somehow crept its way into her soul and mind and would not let go. It was one of those unconscious fears she was not going to escape. Maybe it was because things with him were going too perfectly. They had been able to keep a strictly professional attitude at work. No one knew, there were no MPs knocking down the door to arrest them, no courts martial, no scandals. Just them and their lives at home. It was too perfect. And maybe her mind was trying to come up with something to spoil this perfection. Try and make it more real? Why couldn't she just be happy with it, as perfect and surreal as it was? She was finally happy, why couldn't her mind accept it and kept trying to wake up from it, as if it were a dream and looking for a hard bitter truth to hit her?

He stirred in his sleep, kicking the covers half way from him, exposing his naked body to her eyes. He looked perfect, fit, well trained muscles, perfect skin, a few scars she found sexy as hell. She knew the feel of every inch of him. She had learned him with her fingers and her lips. Every inch of him. And right now she couldn't take her eyes of his dick, resting between his legs. She closed her eyes and sighed quietly at the memory of it moving inside her just a few hours ago, the feel of him fucking her and making her come, the feel of him coming inside her, his come shooting deep inside her body. Reluctantly she pulled the covers he kicked away and brought them up over his body once more. She loved his body. And he was a sight to see.

He curled up closer to the presence of her body and settled under the covers she brought over him. Was he dreaming of Alex and what he nearly had but gave up? Sam bit her lip. *Stupid, stupid, stupid woman!* She was being so stupid. But she couldn't help it. She wanted so much to put her arms around him and hug him to her until he calmed all her fears. She knew he could and she wanted him, needed him to. But she'd surely wake him. Sam looked at the clock. 2 AM. She could still get in a few more ours of sleep until they had to get up to be at the SGC. She could also wake him and talk to him about all these nightmares, or have him hold her. He'd fall back asleep fast enough. But he looked so sweet and peaceful and happy as he slept, she didn't have the heart to wake him.

So she settled more comfortably under the covers, and curled up closer to him, as close as she could without touching him, waking him. And brought her face close to his, to feel his scent and his warmth, his breath flutter across her face and gain some sense of security from her fears. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, tried to forget. The next second she felt his arm sneak up around her body and pulled her to him.

Sam cuddled up to his side, pressing herself hard against him, pressing her body to his warm, naked one. Immediately she threw her leg over his and curling it around his, her arms crushing him to her. Her face in his chest as she kissed his sweet skin and breathed in his scent. She couldn't get close enough to him. "Sam…" He said in a slow, sleepy voice. "You keep that up and you'll be crawling inside me." She finally settled down, her lips sucking at his neck. "Sam… didn't we just… and we really have to be up early…"

Her hand slapped the arm her had around her and he smiled, finally opening his sleepy, puffy, black eyes to look down at her. "You ok?" He asked and felt her nod against him. She wasn't. He knew it. She was clinging to him like he was her life line and she didn't do that… much… although in the last days she was doing it more and more. Two times he'd been woken by her small cries in the night. She was having nightmares and she couldn't escape them. And she refused to let him help her. "Can you sleep now?" He wasn't going to press her. He will at some point, but not now. She snuggled comfortably to his side and closed her eyes. Jack waited patiently until he felt her fall asleep in his arms, her body relaxing and her breathing slowing down, before he settled in for his own sleep. He wanted to make sure she would sleep.

When he woke next morning Sam was already up. And he'd woken up 20 minutes before time. He dropped his head into his pillow and sighed. She was going to wear herself out like this. He threw the covers off him and got up. He only pulled his boxers and a T-shirt on and went to the living room, knowing all too well she'd be there, curled up on the couch. And just as sure, there she was. He ran his hands through his hair, closing his eyes and drawing a steadying breath. *Ok, moment of truth.* He thought as he moved to stand next to the couch.

"You still think about her, don't you?" He asked. "That's why you have the nightmares."

She didn't even look at him. Damn him. How did he know? "About whom?" She was holding her coffee cup close to her, trying to stay warm. She only had her tank top and panties on. She hadn't even bothered to put a robe on to keep the chill away.

"Enough!" He said as he moved and yanked the cup out of her hands. He sat down across from her, on the small table and wrapped a blanket around her. "What are you doing, Carter?"

Damn, there was the 'Carter'. He was pissed and he was serious. He never called her Carter outside the SGC unless it was something big. "I'm not doing anything!" Finally she looked at him as she held the blanket around her, determination flashing over her face. She was being truthful.

"Carter!" The authority in his voice broke through to her. His face said 'I love you' and his voice commanding her.

"I can't stop it." She said looking straight at him, and he could see the fight she was carrying out. With herself. "I want it to go away, but I have no control over it! It just keeps hunting me. Picking at my mind, making up all these scenarios, raising stupid questions."

"Is it Alex?"

Her eyes closed slowly and her head dropped back. "No. Having seen you with her. It's not her I'm afraid of. It's you." His heart froze. "And the fact that I snatched you away from her right in the middle of a fuck."

"Best thing you've ever done for me in years!" He said smiling. She didn't smile back.

"You still think about her? About what it would have been like? About what she would have felt like? About what she could have given you, what she could have done for you?" Her words kept rolling off her tongue before he could even register them, let alone stop them. And with every word she spoke his hear sunk more, his anger surfaced a little bit more.

"Jesus Carter!" He broke. "Are you insane?" He was yelling at her. At his Sam. "No!"

And she kept going. "You had your fingers inside her body, Jack. She almost came on them. You felt her. Warm and wet."

"Carter!" He shouted outraged. Why was she throwing that back in his face?

She moved on the couch, leaning towards him, her eyes daring him. "Are you telling me you've never wondered about what it would have felt like to sink your dick inside her? You had your tongue in her mouth, thrusting in like mad. I saw you! You never wondered how it would have been to fuck that mouth?"

He grabbed her arm hard and shook her. "You stop this! Right now!"

"Or you'll what? Hit me like you wanted to that night?" His hand immediately dropped off her and he backed away from her, shooting up the coffee table and stepping away from her. "Shit…" She whispered, running her fingers over her lips. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

His voice was harsh and reprimanding. "No. You shouldn't have!" He looked at her angry. "How could you even phantom the thought, Carter?" His voice was angry now. Shaking with anger at her, that she could think he'd ever want to hit her. That she even though it was an option. How did she see him, that she could think that? "What sort of a fucked up bastard do you think I am? I never wanted to hit you Carter. Not now and certainly not then."

"You felt like you would have. Then."

"No." His answer was loud and clear. But she barely seemed to register his words. Was this what it was going to be like for them? This was the love affair they've been dreaming of all these years? What they fought for? It was going to be Sam hunted by the memory of another woman, wondering if and when he was going to cheat on her and go back to Alex to finish the job. She was going to fear him. His superior strength, him hitting her when she said or did something out of place. She was going to stay passive and endure all because her rank said he was her CO and she should follow his lead. She never even would have talked to him about all of this, if he hadn't forced her to.

"Sam…" His voice softened again to that of her lover and not the CO. "Please… Sam, don't do this."

"I have no control over it." She confessed. "I can't stop it. It's just in my mind and it won't go away." Her eyes looked at him pleading for his understanding. "Jack… Yes, I do fear Alex, and I do fear you going back to her. I fear you hitting me one day or pulling rank. I can't stop it, Jack. I'm sorry." He moved from his spot back next to her. She didn't flinch and she didn't pull back. He kept his eyes on her and slowly slid down on the couch next to her. "Maybe we should end it…" She said, her voice cracking with emotion. "It just can't work like this…"

"We can make it work." His eyes were soft and pleading with her as he spoke slowly, hardly above a whisper. "I need you… Sam look at me…" He held her shoulders as he spoke. "I need you…" Everything he felt was showing across his face, in his eyes. Endless love, passion, need, devotion.

"It's too perfect. What we have. Jack, we have it all, and I can't believe that it's possible. Maybe that's what my mind is trying to tell me. That it's not supposed to be like this. Not this perfect."

He let go of her shoulders. "So just because the court martial isn't knocking on our door, and we've not been reprimanded, because we haven't lost our careers or our jobs, because we've actually gained something, because we do have it all, your mind is trying to wreck it?"

He saw Sam pull her knees to her and hug her legs. "I can't stop the fears. And I can't live like this… I love you so much, Jack… but I just can't make it work." Her eyes held his, hurt and pained, begging him to help her somehow. Pull one of those miracle cards he always seemed to have up his sleeve. Her eyes slowly closed when salvation wouldn't come and the sigh she let loose, tore at his heart. "I never should have pulled you away from Alex. I should have let you finish it. At least that way I would have known you were satisfied once and for all."

"I am satisfied. With you. By you."

"My mind won't believe that."

He was nearing the limit of his patience. How could she believe he would ever be interested in another woman? After he had lusted and craved for her for 8 long fucking years, that he would want someone else. How could she think that he'd ever want anyone else after he had had her? What was her opinion of him? He was no saint, but he loved her and she knew it.

He got up from next to her. "This is insane Carter! This is madness." She didn't answer him. Being passive again? "Fuck! Carter, snap the hell out of it!" She lowered her head. She was gone. There was nothing he could say or do, that would bring her out of these fears and nightmares. "Fine, you said you wish you had never pulled me away from Alex. Fine! Let's finish this once and for all! You think that was a mistake, lets make it right. You want that Carter?"

Her eyes snapped up at him, what was he talking about? "Jack…" His eyes were black and angry, every line on his face deep and sad. His hands were balled into fists and the feeling of betrayal he was fighting was written all over him.

"I fuck Alex and you watch. You sit there and you watch me do it, fuck her the way I wanted to that night. And I'm going to make sure you'll never think about her again."

"Jack…" She was mortified at his words. "What are you doing? Why would you do this to me?"

"I'm not, Carter. You are. Time to end this nightmare of yours and snap you the hell out of it. I'm going to end this for you." He was serious and she knew it. "Until then, get dressed. We still have a job to do, a Universe to save. We leave in one hour."

He had turned to walk to her bedroom to shower and get dressed, when he heard her reply softly behind him. "Yes, sir." He quickened his pace and busted in the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. He didn't pause, not allowing himself the time to be taken over by emotions. He ran the water, stripping. His breath was heavy, his heart pounding like mad, and he fiercely fought back tears that threatened to overwhelm him. He was loosing her. Finally with her and he was loosing her. Water hit his body and face and finally his anger came forth, his tears hidden from the world and from himself in the drops of water.

By the time he had finished showering and shaving, he had gone through every little thing Sam told him. He figured out her fears and nightmares. And he knew exactly what he had to do to break her from them. Force her to face them. Force her to face them and fight them. He knew exactly what he had to do. And it would either save them or break them forever. He hoped it would save her. Whatever it would do to their relationship, he hoped it would at least save her. He wanted to save her.

When he opened the door and walked into the bedroom, she was standing there, dressed up for work. She looked like the Sam he knew. Calm, beautiful, smiling. No trace of fear, no trace of nightmares. He could only imagine how much it took of her to lock it all away and go on with her everyday life. "Maybe I should leave ahead." She said. In all the time they had been together they still drove their own cars to work. Arriving and leaving together each day would have surely blown the lid on their affair. "I'll see you there."

"You don't have to do that." He said, avoiding looking at her. He couldn't look at her and not want her. Want to touch her, kiss her, feel her. Nor could he look at her and see a woman that feared him. "It's still early. I'll be out of here in 5 minutes and you can stay and put your thoughts in order."

"Have you?" She asked sitting on the bed and watching him dress. His body displayed before her in all its beauty. The scars he had, the old injuries, fit muscles, tanned skin, long legs, and the most perfect ass she had ever seen. If she could reach for him now and touch him… his ass, his dick.

"Yes." He said, bringing her back to reality.

"Are you going back to her, Jack?" He refused to think about the tremor in her voice as she asked him. He would not be broken. He was going to do this.

"Yes. And you'll watch. All of it. From beginning to end." He walked to the living room, Sam following.

"What do you expect to solve with that?" She asked.

"Leave you no doubt about what would have happened. No what if, no maybe. You'll watch, you'll see, you'll end this madness."

"By watching you fuck Alex?" She was questioning him about it, but she knew as well as he did, it was the only way to end the horror she had been going through the past month. Watch it all unfold before her eyes, not in her mind. No more what if, no more maybe. She'd know for sure. "What will it do to us?"

He picked up his jacked and paused to look at her from the doorway. She looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to him. And he refused to think he'd loose her over something like this. Or even at all. He forced his voice to sound calm and sure. "I don't know. But if I'm going to loose you Sam, I'd much rather it be over something real, than something your mind made up. If you're going to drive me away from you, fine. But not for something I haven't done."

He turned around and walked to the door. If he was to spend one more moment with her, he feared he'd break down and throw himself at her feet, begging her not to leave him. "I'll give you a reason for it Carter, if your mind is so desperate for one." He said opening the door. He turned to look at her one more time. His face sure and a commanding look in his dark eyes. "But you will watch."

Sam watched him close the door behind him and heard his truck start. He looked hurt and determined. He looked like he'd be ready to make any sacrifice to save what they had. Her hands ran through her hair tussling it. She only hoped this would work. Watching him with that woman. She hoped it would not send her into a life time of nightmares and fears. But she would loose him either way. Maybe she'll leave him on the spot, after watching him and Alex. But she was slowly leaving him now anyway. He was loosing her anyway and as he said, at least let it be over something real, rather than him having to live with the fact that the woman he loved, simply didn't want to be happy with him. That she simply refused to have a life with him.

When they met at the SGC, she was back to her old self. She was comfortable around him, relaxed, friendly. Even flirty. Not at all like the woman he had left at home. He finished the briefing and watched SG1 get up and leave to see to their duties. He took a look around himself. This was what Sam was comfortable with in regard to him. This setting, this status quo of their relationship. Commanding officer and subordinate. Officers and friends, forbidden lovers. She was comfortable with him in the world she had grown to know him and love him. Yet every time they broke away from this and entered their own world, their lives, her mind couldn't wrap around it. Couldn't take in the reality of it. Their surroundings changed, their status quo changed and her mind couldn't take it all. Couldn't make sense of it.

He was still her CO even at home, sometimes. Even in her bed, sometimes. She had seen him with another woman and couldn't get over it. She didn't understand how to see him as a man who loved her, still waiting for that moment when the CO would surface, when the other woman would come back into play, when he'd hurt her. Jack got up and walked to look down at the Gate room. She caught his eyes from down there and smiled at him. Just like she always did. Bright, honest and sexy. A smile that made shivers run down his spine and his dick jump. She was fine. They had spent 8 years dancing around each other and they had gotten so comfortable with that, she couldn't see anything beyond their relationship inside the SGC, as possible and real.

The first night after their confrontation was the hardest to deal with. And the most awkward in their entire one month relationship. They stood in the SGC parking lot and looked at each other not knowing what to do or say. In the past month they had drove to one of their place and spent the night together. Now he didn't want to pressure her into a relationship she clearly wasn't comfortable with and wanted to give her her space and she didn't want to ask him to come home with her, when she wasn't going to treat him like he deserved. They both wanted to spend the night with each other, but neither had the strength to ask for it. "It would just hurt us more if we're together." Sam said, finally opening her car door. She paused before she got in, to look at him.

Jack just nodded. So he was going to spend the night alone. He had almost forgot what it felt like. "I know." He said. They shared one more look before they each got in their cars and drove to their homes. They continued to spend the next two weeks the same way. Together at work and apart at night and it seemed like they were almost back to their old selves, their old relationship, no more awkwardness. But they both knew that the moment they'd be alone, Sam's fears would come forth again.

It was the middle of February when she was walking to her car in the parking lot. He called her name and Sam stopped and turned to look at him. He looked different somehow. He was in civilian, looking better than she ever remembered him, the authority in his stance and in his voice, more than obvious. "Sir." She said instinctively. *Damn, he looks sexy.* She though. "What can I do for you?" *Blowjob? Quick fuck in your truck? I'd love to taste you right now… come down my throat hard. Taste your come…* She didn't say any of it, and was actually surprised at her line of though, but she realized that they had spent the last 2 weeks alone and he was probably just as horny as she was.

"Get in your car and follow me." He said passing her by, without as much as looking at her or stopping. She could smell his aftershave and closed her eyes at the feel of it. He got in his truck and started the engine. "Coming, Carter?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry sir." She had no idea what he was up to, but he wasn't leaving her any room for arguments. That much was clear. She got in her car and followed him to a residential area she had never been in before. They parked in front of an apartment building. Only 4 floors and looking expensive. She didn't know enough about him. She got out of the car when he did and walked up to him. "What's going on?" He said nothing and motioned for her to follow him inside the building. They went up to the 4th floor and he brought out a key and opened the door to one of the apartments. He showed her in, a spacious apartment, lightly decorated. It only seemed to have the strictly necessary things.

"I've pulled some strings to get this place." He said throwing the keys on the table. "Moment of truth Carter. Come here." He didn't wait for her to move, but grabbed her arm and brought her in front of a mirror, on one of the living room walls. A one way mirror that allowed you to see in the apartment next door.

"Oh my God… What is this place?" She asked looking from the mirror to him and back. The window was typical to those used in interrogation rooms. One way looking glass, speakers, the whole deal.

Jack released her arm and moved back to the room. "That would be classified, Carter." She looked at him in disbelief as he backed away from her. Unofficial interrogations? Back stage debriefings? Missions that were never filed? She knew he had secrets from his Black Ops days, but damn, what had he been involved with? And by the look of the place it was still very much in use. Not by him, but from what it seemed, by people he was close to, if he was able to gain the use of it.

"So what are we doing here, sir?"

"I'm doing Alex, you're doing the watching." He stood there, in the middle of the room, looking at her without any trace of emotion of his face.

"Excuse me?" She was so not believing he said that.

He grabbed her hand and moved her to look through the glass. Sam moaned. She had missed his hands on her. They way it felt, the way he knew how to hold her, stroke her, grip her. "You'll sit here." He said. "And you will watch every little damned thing you missed on New Year's."

"I can't..." She said jerking away from him, but he held her still. He grabbed both her hands in one of his, reached inside her jacket and brought out her car keys and those from her home. "What are you doing?" Sam struggled against his grasp, but it was pointless. She was not afraid of his strength for no reason. He was exceptionally strong.

"I'm keeping you here. I'll lock this apartment from the outside and I also have your keys. You're not going anywhere."

"This is insane…" She tried getting out of his grip again. She could, but it involved hurting him. She wasn't willing to take a swing at him yet.

He smiled a dark little smile at her, his eyes darkening more. "Yes, Carter, it is. But you're the one who started all of this. I'm not going to loose you over your messed up unrealistic fears."

"Sir…"

"Carter… Listen to me. You walk away from this now, and you know as well as I do we're through." His voice kept being strong, but his tone softened. "You were right, we can't go on with you fearing us every minute of the day. We do this…" He gestured towards the mirror. "We might fix some things. I'll probably loose you either way, but no matter where we'll stand at the end, you'll be free of the nightmares." She relaxed her hands in his and looked in the other room again. It was that apartment's bedroom. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing. He was right. She was never going to let this go until she knew for sure. "Carter?"

She nodded her approval. "Ready." She whispered and he released her hands. He tucked her keys in his pocket and moved away from her. "Sir…" Damn her, if she would just stop calling him 'sir'. They've been desperately fucking each other for the past month, as if the world would end in the morning and she was now calling him 'sir'. He was so loosing her. He turned to face her. "How's this going to go?"

"I've set a rendezvous point with Alex. I'll bring her to that apartment and we'll finish what we started a month ago. She won't know about you being here. As far as she's concerned this is just a one night fuck with me. I'll come back here once that's over with." Sam nodded. So they were going to do this after all. This was the only way. Jack's eyes fell to the floor for a second, before he turned around and walked out. He was hurt and she felt it. She saw it. His black eyes sad and empty, the only feature of his face or body that gave her a glimpse into his soul when his barriers were up. He hurt the most when he was hurt by her. He locked and secured the apartment door and a few minutes later she heard his truck leave.

She spent the next 20 minutes pacing through the apartment, trying to find strength to go through with it and not just turn of the speakers on the glass and turn away from it. She heard two cars stop outside and she guessed it was Jack. Show time. Her heart speed up in her chest as Sam walked back to the living room, grabbed a chair and sat in front of the one way looking glass.

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PART 2

“This your place?” Alex asked getting out of her car. Jack looked at her and as attractive as the woman was, he still couldn’t believe he was going through with this. Not that he didn’t feel up to it. He was definitely up. Alex looked like a walking heart attack. Tight black clothes, spiked heals, and a sway in her hips that was practically begging him to do her right there. Bend her over the hood of his truck and shove his dick inside her body. He was definitely up.

“A friend’s place. He’s out of town. Figured it’s better this way.” He said walking with her.

“Neutral ground? Really, General…” She smiled a sexy little smile at him that promised all so much. “I’m not the enemy.” He smiled back. “Ok, I won’t ask.” She said as they entered the elevator. Once the doors closed, she turned to him. “I am however curious as to why it took you so long to finish this.” She said, cornering him. He didn’t make any move to make her back down, holding her gaze. Just stood there, while she pressed herself against him. “You were so hot and hard that night. How’d you get off?” Her lips went to the side of his neck and she licked up along his jugular.

“I have my ways.” He answered in a steady voice, without even flinching at the feel of her wet, warm tongue and felt her smile against him. The elevator stopped and he moved from his spot, backing her out in the hallway and taking her to the apartment. He showed her in and without any words Alex moved to the bedroom and into Sam’s field of vision. She wasn’t one to waste time on small things. She knew what she wanted and for the past month she wanted him. He took his jacket off and followed her into the room, swiftly backing her up against the wall. “Just how old are you Alex?” Jack asked, his face inches away from her.

“Does it matter? I’m over 21.” She was arching up against the wall, pushing her chest towards him, swaying in the small space between her body and his, rubbing herself against him. Sam’s teeth clenched. He held the woman’s eyes, demanding, until she gave in. He knew she would. “I’m 26 Jack. And I know fully well what I’m doing.” Her hand moved to the front of his pants and grabbed his dick. “I want this.” She said rubbing him hard. “I want it inside me, hard and fast. Now how about you stop playing games here and fuck me already?”

“No problem.” Sam closed her eyes at his words, but forced herself to open them a split second later. Jack grabbed Alex’s arm, removing her from against the wall and threw the woman on the bed. “Strip.” He said watching her, while he stood at the foot of the bed. Alex smiled and sat up on her knees on the mattress, slowly loosing each piece of clothing, revealing her skin, teasing him. She was good at teasing. And she loved to tease him. The way she saw him slowly start to burn, the fire in his eyes rising, the way they darkened to pitch black. His pants becoming tighter as his dick hardened beneath the clothing. She loved teasing him.

Her top was off, her hands running across her belly, up between her breasts, up her neck, arching it, revealing its contours to him. She slipped her middle finger in her mouth and sucked at it shortly. She moved her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra, but didn’t remove it, just allowing the straps to fall down her shoulders. His eyes moved from her breasts to her eyes. She was teasing him. He smiled at her. She liked to play. Fine. So did he. “Take it off.” He commanded. “Now.” She moved to do so. “Slow…” He commanded again and smiling, she obeyed, removing the black lace excruciatingly slow, revealing her breasts to his hungry eyes.

“Do you like to watch, Jack?” He didn’t answer her, a possessive look in his eyes as he took in her body. She swayed before him. “How would you like if I fingered myself for you?” Alex kept talking and loosing her clothing. “Would you like that?” She stretched herself on the bed to remove her pants and Jack kept watching.

Sam couldn’t take her eyes of him. The way he looked at her, the passion slowly rising in his eyes, as they took in every detail of that woman’s body. He stood there, not moving, not even showing some trace of emotion on his face and watched her strip for him. “How do you want it Jack? On top? From behind? Up my ass?” She asked when she was naked on the bed. She stretched her hands above her head, slowly parting her legs for him, her body inviting him between them. “How do you like it?”

Sam saw a possessive little smile flickered across his lips as he watched that woman displayed before him. “Come here.” He said, holding a hand out and she moved to the foot of the bed. His hand moved to her head and gripped her black hair. She smiled up at him, moving to sit down on the mattress, her hands going straight to the belt and zipper of his pants. She had gotten the point immediately, without him needing to say more. His hand was in her hair as he looked down at her, her hands pushing his pants down his hips and gripping the waist band of his boxers. She licked her lips while holding his gaze. “You like to be sucked?” She asked and removed the boxers, grazing his hips and thighs with her nails.

Sam took in the familiar planes of his lower body, the muscular thighs, the nice ass she loved to have her hands on. He wasn’t fully erect yet and she saw Alex move her hand between his legs to cup his balls. Jack’s hand tightened in her hair and pulled her head towards him. “I want to fuck your mouth.” He said. Her other hand went to his hip and her tongue poked out to swirl around the head of his dick. Her eyes held his and she licked long and hard at the underside. He hissed, and kept his eyes on her. Her lips parted more and she slipped the head inside her mouth, sucking at him and swirling her tongue around, now and then slipping the tip over his small opening.

Sam’s nails dug in her palms while she watched him, with Alex going down on him and seeing his head fall back, biting at his lower lip to keep himself from moaning. Alex slipped more of his length inside her mouth and his hips started moving against her face. “So good.” He said and his head came back up to look at her again. She began sucking harder at him, feeling him grow harder inside her mouth until he was fully erect. Jack grabbed her head with both his hands and held her still, while his hips started moving, his dick pumping slowly in and out of her mouth. She didn’t protest, the hand between his legs continuing to caress his sac, while the other went around to cup his ass.

Sam felt herself get wet from watching them, from watching him fuck. He looked primal when he was doing this. No feelings of love and attachment. Just raw need, passion and desire. Just fucking. And by the way he was going about it, it was clear he was no stranger to it. Sam never thought he had spent the last 4 years like a monk. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache growing inside her own body. He looked too damn arousing, fucking that woman’s mouth, the authority and force in his body letting her know he could do anything he wanted with her. He was raw force and passion. Everything primal. And Sam found herself lusting for him, wanting him for herself. A lesser woman might have been intimidated by it all, but Sam wanted to face that. All of that and more. And so did Alex. Sam could swear the woman was purring while she sucked him.

Jack’s hips began moving harder and thrusting deeper in Alex’s mouth until he was fucking her mouth with deep, powerful thrusts of his dick. The head was hitting the back of her throat on every move and he began forcing himself deeper. “How much can you take, Alex?” She was damn good at taking him in. She was willing and relaxed for him, she was hot and wet, the suction she kept on him spiking through his body, and he was going to keep pushing her to her limits. He was pumping himself in and out of her mouth hard and fast, going as deep as he could until he felt her begin to resist him. She had received more than a bit of his length inside her mouth and down her throat before she resisted. She kept sucking at him in sync with his moves, swirling her tongue around the head every chance she got and rubbing it up the underside.

Sam’s heart was pounding in her chest, her breath was heavy and she felt she was suffocating, but she kept watching. Another woman would know the taste of him.

“Fuck you’re good at this!” Jack said, keeping his eyes on Alex. She looked up at him, while his hips kept pumping his dick in her mouth and he could see the smile and satisfaction in her eyes. She loved sucking him. “Get up here.” He said pulling at her hair. She let his dick slip out of her mouth with a wet pop, before she got on her knees on the bed to be at his level. His hand was still gripping her hair tight. “You getting off on this?” He asked, pushing one of his hands between her legs to find her wet. He grinned at her. She was so wet. He suddenly gripped her underarms and pulled her up off the bed forcing her to wrap her legs around him instinctively. He spun around and slammed her hard, against the wall opposite the bed. The air left her lungs with a loud sound and he pinned her down with his body, hearing her growl beneath him.

“God… Jack…” The woman moaned, her hands gripping his short hair, tugging his head back to bite and lick at his neck. “I’m going to fuck you so bad…”

Sam shot up her chair and paced in front of the mirror like a cat. She looked at Alex, crushed against the wall by his body, completely at his mercy. She looked like a porcelain doll, so small and fragile compared to the tall muscular body of Jack O’Neill. Her little hands were gripping his hair, her thin legs around him, fighting to gain some control over the raw passion he was throwing her in. Sam looked at her face. Poor girl. He could break her right there if he wanted to. She was so small…

Jack moved one hand to grab Alex’s ass to support her while his other hand went between her legs and roughly imbedded two fingers inside her. Her head hit the wall behind her, but he didn’t slow down and began thrusting them inside her the next moment. He felt her thighs clamp around his waist in reaction to his intrusion, but her hips moved in time with his hand. “Oh, I forgot how good you were at this!” She whispered. He moved fast and sure, stretching her with his fingers and powerfully rubbing at her clit with his thumb. Her juices began running down his fingers and he kept moving at the same speed. She was writhing in his arms and small screams began filling the room, as he worked her towards her orgasm, fast and sure.

Alex’s hands left his hair and began tugging at his shirt and T-Shirt, desperately ripping the buttons, pulling the clothes off him as much as she could without removing his fingers from her body. She gave up on his T-shirt and sunk her teeth in his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, gripping the clothes, as sensation was overwhelming her. Her muscles began fluttering around his fingers, while her body was shuddering in his arms. She moaned into his body while she pushed her hips harder against his fingers.

Sam came closer to the glass resting her body against he wall at the far side of it and looking on. She was biting her lip, forcing herself to keep watching, forcing herself to breathe. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room anymore. She was so aroused herself from watching Jack. Naked from the waist down, Alex completely naked in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, his fingers inside her. She saw him force her head back against the wall and he closed his mouth over hers, forcefully pushing his tongue in her mouth. She received him willingly, moaning and opening her mouth for him, as much as she could.

Sam could see the muscles in his jaw work as he was thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth, she could see Alex grip his hair and tremble against him as he fingered her and tongued her. The woman was matching the movements of his tongue and those of his fingers, keeping pace with him, matching his anger and desire in every way. They were biting at each other’s lips, teeth clashing, tongues slipping wetly against each other. Jack was fighting her tongue out of his mouth, trying to subdue her, but she was not one to be passive. She was slipping hers in his mouth, moving against his fingers, and it didn’t take long until Sam saw her head fall back, gasping for air. Her body jerked against his and she screamed her release, while Jack pushed his fingers deep inside her and bit down on her neck.

Alex trembled for long moments against him. He kept up the movement of his fingers and his lips and teeth on her neck until she relaxed in his arms. “God…” She whispered. “That was good.” He smirked against her skin. He knew. He pushed himself away from her and she stood on her own feet again. “Get naked, Jack.” She said grabbing the edges of his T-Shirt and removing the last of his clothes, seeing his naked body for the first time. Her breath caught at how good he looked. Tanned skin, fit muscles. She smiled, desire flashing in her eyes. She tangled her foot with his and roughly pushed him on the bed. She moved over him, licking up his body from his belly button to the hollow of his throat, loving the taste of his skin, before he gripped her hips and rolled them over pinning her on the bed, face down. She bucked her ass against his hard on and he groaned. “I’m going to love having that inside me…” She said. “Now…” She groaned. “Fuck me hard.”

“You’ll be screaming before I’m through with you.” He whispered in her ear, licking at her neck. He bit down at the base of her neck, for a second wanting nothing more than to mark her perfect pale skin with his teeth. But he did not have that right, so he stopped short of bruising her, moving more of his weight over her body, pressing her down. She tried to overthrow him, she wanted to be back in control, to take him as she desired, but he was just too heavy. All she could do was moan under him. He reached in the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a condom.

“I’m on the pill.”

“I don’t care.” He replied instantly. “This, or not at all.” In all his life there had been only two women he had not used a condom with. Sara and Sam. And even with Sara it had been only after they’d got married. Alex grabbed the package from his hand and flipped him on his back. She ripped the foil and in one swift move, she unrolled the condom down his hard dick.

“Always playing it safe, General?” He just grinned at her, gripping her hips and moving her body over his dick. She straddled him and held herself above him, rubbing the head of his dick between her folds. The grip on her hips tightened but she smiled at him and kept moving herself on him, rubbing her clit against the head. She loved teasing him.

One of his hands grabbed a breast and squeezed it hard, pinching her nipple between two fingers. “Come on Alex… what are you waiting for?” He roughly caressed her breast. “Take it in.” He commanded. “Now!” His fingers pinched the nipple again, harder this time, reinforcing his command position.

She gasped and slipped her body down his dick, taking it inside herself in one move. “Oh my God, Jack…” She groaned at the feel of him, the stretch, and his hips rose off the bed, trying to push inside her more. “Fuck! This is too good!”

Sam’s knees gave in and she felt herself slip down the wall to the floor. She gripped the edge of the mirror to support herself and she slipped back down on the chair. Tears started rolling own her face, but she didn’t even notice them. Jack was arching under Alex, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth opened, his hands gripping her hips. He looked like he could just come on the spot. Sam could see the muscles in his body contract as sensation was running through him and as he began thrusting up against her.

Alex started rolling her hips around on him, stretching herself more on his dick. She started moving up and down on him, at a steady pace, and felt his fingers slip down her body to her clit and started rubbing her. “Oh yes, Jack!” She started moving harder against him, slamming her hips down on him, and all of the sudden she felt him grip her hips and flip them over. Before she got her bearings he tightened his grip on her hips and started slamming into her at a mad pace, tilting her pelvis up to slip deeper inside her. Her small hands gripped his arms, groaning through clenched teeth and tried to thrust up against him. She found she couldn’t. He held her hips pinned down as he fucked her. She had no control over it what so ever.

“You want it hard Alex?” He asked. “Because that’s how you’re gonna get it.” She screamed, overwhelmed at the sensations running through her. And she slipped one of her own hands between their bodies, to once against rub her clit. Jack started licking her neck again, biting down on her shoulders, his hips moving madly against her. She was incredibly willing and he was not going to slow down.

Sam got up from her chair and moved in front of the mirror. She rested her forehead against the glass, placing her palm on it, for support. She kept looking at him at the way his body was moving. She could see the muscles in his lower back rippling with the move of his hips, his ass tightening on every inward thrust of his hips, trying to go as deep inside Alex’s body as he could. Sweat was breaking out on his skin, and it was now glistening in the soft light of the room.

Sam wanted him. She wanted him to be inside her right now, his dick moving in and out of her body, she wanted to look up at his face and see that look of complete satisfaction and bliss across his features and know she was the one to make him feel that way. He didn’t look like that now, when he was fiercely fucking another woman. Passion and need was written all over him, obvious in his moves, and hers. He enjoyed fucking her like this. But he didn’t look like he did when he was with Sam. And she kept on watching.

Alex began screaming under him, from the force of his thrusts, and the build up of another orgasm. “Please Jack, please… Fuck me, yes…” She said, her hand moving rougher on her clit. He kept up his moves, twisting his hips every time he was inside her. He could feel her begin to contract on him. “Ah… please…”

“Keep begging me and maybe I’ll let you come…” He said, twisting his hips particularly hard. Alex screamed and arched against him.

“You like power, don’t you Jack?” She said panting hard and opening her eyes to look at him. “Ah, God…” He angled his hips to hit her G-spot. “I’m good at begging… you want… to hear me beg, Jack?” Her own hand was moving hard against her clit hard, trying to find release. “Jack, damn you, make me come!”

“Beg for it!” He said not changing the movement of his dick in any way. He was fucking her hard, hitting her spot every now and then, but he was not giving her what she wanted. He thrust inside her hard one time, to let her know how easily he could make her come and her head went back on the pillows, eyes screwed shut and a whimper torn from her.

“Please… oh, please… I need it so much…” Alex was panting hard, writhing beneath him. “I’m begging you Jack, I’m begging you, feel how wet I am. I need it so much it hurts…” She bit her lip, her other hand sinking her nails in his arm, her body tense under him. “Please, oh fuck me, please, fuck my body, make me come.” She almost sobbed with need. “I’m begging you… Jack… dear God please…”

His hands released her hips and she began thrusting up to meet his moves, while he gripped her hair with one hand and a breast with the other. He pulled her head back and sunk his teeth in her neck while his hips changed the angle of penetration. His hand pinched her nipped hard, tugging at it sharp and without mercy. It gave her body just the extra stimulation it needed to unleash her orgasm.

Sam watched in shock how she came under him, her face pressed against the cold feel of the glass. She was still crying, and her knees refused to hold her up anymore. She slid down the glass to her knees, still being able to watch.

Alex’s hands gripped his shoulders for support while she arched against him, screaming. “I told you, you’d be screaming…” He said in her neck and before she even came down from her release, her body still trembling and contracting, her panting hard, he flipped her face down on the bed. He pulled her ass in the air and pushed himself inside her again, from behind. “Keep you ass up!” He ordered her and he started thrusting inside her again. “I’m not done with you.” He didn’t hold back his own release this time, and allowed it to build low in his body.

Alex moved her hand back to her clit and kept rubbing it. “You want it again?” He asked with a satisfied tone and his thrusts became more violent against her. “Oh yeah… You want me to make you come again?”

“Finger my ass… I can come again, just a little bit harder…” Jack moved his hand to her ass and slipped a finger inside, without any preparation, moving it in time with his dick inside her. “Oh, Jack, please… I’m so close… A little more…” Without warning he slipped a second finger in her ass and her body finally gave in to the stimulation and her orgasm hit her again. She screamed again, her body convulsing around him. He let go himself and with one more hard thrust he came inside her, collapsing over her and forcing her down on the bed, pinning he under him.

Sam was sobbing, falling in a heap on the floor, back turned to the glass, her legs tangled under her, her body unmoving and shaking. Tears were running down her face, whimpers breaking from her chest while she cried. It was over. He had come inside her.

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PART 3

Alex remained limp, trying to calm down, while he forced himself off her and disposed of the condom, before he collapsed next to her. She turned to look at him. "Christ, you're good." She told him smiling. "I never would have waited for you to take one month to do this, if I had known."

He smiled back at her. "You ok?" He asked and she nodded. They both waited until they calmed down and by then she was almost asleep. He got up from the bed and pulled his pants on and his shirt over him, while he picked up the rest of his clothes. Alex opened her eyes and looked at him.

"You sure you won't stay the night?" She asked, cuddling under the sheets.

"I can't. You sleep. You have everything you need here for tomorrow morning." He said and moved to kneel by the bed next to her. She had closed her eyes again, to go to sleep. She had known he wasn't going to stay. That was the deal. But it wouldn't have been that displeasing to wake up with him. They could do it all over again, before saying their good byes. "Alex…" She moaned. "Alex, look at me…" She opened her eyes to look at him. He really did look good. Silver hair, black eyes. Elegant features. He moved one hand to her hair, but this time he didn't grip it, just held the back of her head as he spoke quietly to her. "In the future don't let any other man treat you like I did. You deserve better."

Her eyes went wide at him. She couldn't believe he just said that, she couldn't believe he said something that sweet, after he had fucked her that fiercely. "Jack…" Her hand caressed his face.

"Promise me!" He said, not taking his eyes off her.

She grinned. "I promise you Jack." She said, kissing his lips briefly.

He smiled and kissed her back briefly, no passion in it. "Good. Now sleep."

"I never let anyone treat me like this before anyway." She continued. "You're different somehow…"

Jack closed his eyes, running his fingers through her hair. "No, I'm not. I'm just a sick bastard who used you."

Alex smiled and shrugged. "I know. I knew. Not about the sick bastard part. You're not that. You're the best sex I've had in years. But I knew you were using me. I just didn't care for some reason. All I wanted was to fuck with you." Jack held her head while he moved his lips to kiss her forehead softly. "Night Jack." She said when he pulled back. "I'll be seeing you around."

He stood up, groaning at the pain shooting up his body from his knees. "Night Alex. Thank you." She smiled at him and closed her eyes to sleep.

"My pleasure, General. All my pleasure!" She was smiling that dirty little smile again. He picked up his things and left the apartment and Alex behind.

He paused for a moment in front of the other apartment, feeling the night air cool around him. He had no idea what state he'd find Sam in, or even if she had stayed and watched all of it. He didn't know how she would react to seeing him again now. He unlocked the door and went in. Sam was on the floor, next to the mirror, wiping away her tears. She stopped crying when she saw him and moved to stand.

Jack looked at her. Her body shaking with sobs, her eyes red and sad and almost dead. His heart sunk and he felt like dropping to his knees and crying, but this wasn't over yet. He needed her to say something to know what his next move would be. She wrapped her arms around herself and stood face to face with him. "Are we done here, sir? I want to go home, if I'm dismissed." His eyes closed slowly, his jaw set. They weren't done yet.

"No, Colonel, you're not." He grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. "You liked watching me fuck, Carter?" He felt her fight him, trying to pull out of his grasp.

"I don't want to talk about this…" She said pulling away from him and trying to head for the door. He cut her off, grabbed both her hands and pinned them behind her back. "Sir!" She was struggling against him, but she was weak and tired.

"You didn't answer my question, Colonel. We can't have that…" His free hand moved to the button and zipper of her pants. She jerked away from him, trying to evade his hands.

"What are you doing? No! Sir, stop!" He didn't listen to her and unhooked her belt, slipped the button free and lowered the zipper. She kept fighting him but he easily managed to slip his hand inside her panties, pushing lower, to slip a finger through her folds. He heard her whimper. She was wet and when he pushed against her opening, his finger slipped inside her without any resistance. "God damn you, what are you doing?" She moaned, feeling her body welcome his fingers inside her pussy. She had missed him.

"Finding out that you did enjoy watching me." He said, spreading her moisture around her folds. "And that you do what to do this." He pushed his finger inside her again and her head fell back, mouth opened, fighting for air. "You've soaked your underwear Carter. You can't stay like this, can you?" His hand pushed her jeans down her legs and her panties with them.

"No..." She jerked her hands from his grip, but there was no way she could get free. Sam began struggling against him, but her pants bound her feet and his hand her arms. She clenched her jaw and looked at him. "You wouldn't dare…"

"According to you Carter, I would. According to you I would hit you. Why wouldn't I take this by force? Don't you think I'm capable of it? Hit you? Use you? Pull rank?" He shoved her towards the living room table and against it. He kicked her shoes off with his own feet and slipped her pants and underwear off her legs. Sam's mind worked fast and once she found her legs free, she tried to kick at him. Only to have him grab her thigh and spread her legs. She used his grip for support and used her other leg to kick at his knee. His hands let go of her arms and her thigh as his knees bucked. He fell to the floor growling in immense pain and she got free. She knew where to hit. She never hated herself more in her entire life than when she hit his knees, knowing all too well about his injuries, about the pain.

Jack recovered fast, getting up before she could move too far away from him, ignoring the piercing pain in his legs. He grabbed her arm to prevent her from getting away and pulled her to him. His other hand slapped her ass hard, for her disobedience. She screamed, jerking away from him and tried to take a swing at him but he evaded her fist and slapped her ass again in return, throwing her against the table and bending her over it. He bent over her and slapped her across the thigh. "Don't you do that again, Colonel." She groaned through gritted teeth and forced herself to stay still. Her skin stung from his hits and she knew he'd hit her every time she disobeyed him.

"I won't, sir…" She said, willing herself to remain calm. She didn't want to run from him, but she couldn't be in his presence after she had just watched him come inside another woman. She didn't think she could ever be around him again. She was yanked off the table and turned around to face him. He looked broken. But she refused to feel sorry for him. He fucked another woman. She watched him do it and she enjoyed it. She was still backed up against the rough edge of the table and she could feel it dig into her flesh.

His hands went to her shirt and he began quickly unbuttoning it. Sam grabbed his wrists to still him. "I don't want to do this." She said, honestly and clearly, looking him in the eye, trying to make sure he knew she was serious. "I don't want you Jack…" She saw his eyes flash with pain, his eyelids falling closed for a brief moment. His mind was overwhelmed by the excruciating pain her words caused him. She killed him. He didn't say anything, and other than that short moment of pain, his face or stance showed nothing. He broke free of her grip and ripped at her shirt, tearing the rest of her buttons, and forcing it off her shoulders. "Jack, I said, no…"

He batted her hands away from him and pulled her tank top off her head. "I didn't request this, Colonel. I'm ordering it." He slapped her hands away when she tried to cover her body and he took her bra off. "Better now, don't you think?" She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but he grabbed her upper arm and roughly pulled her after him to the bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed and she didn't dare move from how she landed on it, on her belly, tangled in her long limbs and the sheets. She heard him move around the room, but she kept her face on the mattress, eyes closed. She felt his hand grip her arm again and turn her face up. "Move up on the bed." He ordered.

"Jack…" He slapped her across her thigh and she yelped in surprise. "What are you doing?" He slapped her again and she tried to get away from his reach, but he held her firm. His hand rose again and she closed her eyes, immediately reacting to the threat. "Sir! General, sir. Please…" The hit never came.

"Now that's better. Don't forget your place, Colonel. And right now your place is spread open, for me to fuck you." His hand coming back down slowly, to grip her hips and coax her up the bed. She obeyed him and moved up on the bed. She couldn't believe he pulled rank to get sex from her. He was playing every little fear she had. Alex, their ranks, his superior physical force.

He roughly pulled her hands above her head and she opened her eyes to look at him. He had straddled her legs and was wrapping a strip of silky material through one of the many metal rings in the wooden headboard. What the hell was this place used for? He griped her wrist and pulled it in range of the strip and she knew he was going to tie her down. "No, sir please, don't do that. I'll fuck with you willingly, don't tie me…" He didn't listen and wrapped the material around he hand. She pulled at it, trying to get free and she nearly managed to get out from under him. She thought, she knew, he was letting her almost get away each time, just to toy with her. She knew he was more than able to properly hold her down in any circumstances. *Fine.* She thought. *Time to play rough then.*

He had straddled her again when she moved her knee up to kick him between his legs. He jumped off her, one split second before her knee impacted his groin. "Carter!" He shouted obviously more than outraged. "What the fuck…" She didn't pause and was off the bed the next second, while he spoke the words. He lunged for her over the bed, but she backed up and rounded the bed to get out of the room. "No you don't…" He was on his feet and after her like lightning and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her off the floor so she couldn't kick back. He was strong. She twisted and fought and his hands were nearly slipping off her, her skin and his covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She was seriously fighting him and for a short moment Jack found himself considering letting her go. She was fighting him too badly and he feared he'd end up hurting her.

He threw her back on the bed, before his grip on her slipped and slapped her ass again. She jerked at the hit and he grabbed one hand and tied her down. He moved to the other, careful not to straddle her and Sam found herself bound to the bed. She arched against the restraints and began tugging at them, pulling hard, when she felt his hands grip her ankles and tie her legs down too. She finally gave in and let her head fall on the pillows, eyes closed, breathing deeply, trying to relax for him. She was naked and spread open on the bed.

When she opened her eyes to look at him, she was surprised to find he didn't pay any attention to her. He was removing his own clothes and then moved to the bathroom. The water in the shower started running and the door to the bathroom closed. *What the hell…* She thought. He was taking a shower? Now? He'd probably need one after he was done with her, because there was no doubt in her mind he was going to fuck her. He was showering after Alex, she figured. And she found herself oddly appreciating the thought. That he wasn't going to fuck her after he had just been with another woman. Plus, she had felt he didn't get hard while he had stripped her, slapped her, tied her down. He was going to need some time to recharge. *How considerate of him…* She thought, mocking him.

She tugged at her binds again, before she decided to lie down quietly on the bed. He knew how to tie her down so she wouldn't get free. And he had done just that. She waited for half an hour before she heard the water stop and the door open. He walked out dripping with water and only a towel wrapped around his waist. *How modest.* She thought. "Why bother?" She asked nodding towards the towel. "Not much use for it anyway. Sir." He looked at her from the foot of the bed.

"You want it Carter?" She could hear the taunting in his voice. His hand went to the knot and she found herself starring at his hand, licking her lips. "Oh yeah…" He whispered. "You want it, don't you?" He pulled the towel off him and she could see him naked, hot and wet before her. Water dripping down his body from his hair. Down his neck. Shoulders. Abdomen. Tracing down his long legs. She moaned before she could stop herself and he smiled satisfied, his eyes traveling her body and resting between her spread legs.

He walked to her side and holding her eyes, his fingers played on the inside of her knee. Her arms tugged at the restraints, but they wouldn't give and then felt his fingers trace up her inner thigh. He smiled when he saw her lips part in a silent gasp. She knew what was coming. He ran his fingers through her folds, finding her slightly wet and circling her opening with his middle finger. "You want me in here?" He taunted her, but she held his eyes. "You want to be stretched? Fucked? You liked watching me? Did it make you ready for me?" He felt her suppress a shiver. He was possessing her and she felt subdued.

"Sir… Please, my arms and legs are going numb here…" She thrashed against the ties a little. He crawled on the bed between her legs and stretched himself over her. She gasped at the feel of his damp body against hers, slipping wetly against her skin. She arched her chest to rub her nipples against his chest and he looked down at her possessively. "Fuck me as you wish… but please, sir, untie me… I'm willing, sir. Please…"

His hand moved up her leg, from her knee to her hip, slipping under her ass and grabbing a cheek roughly. He pressed her crotch against his. "So wanton, now Colonel? Don't you want to fight anymore? What a shame… I liked you feisty."

Her jaw clenched at his words, but he didn't pay attention to her as he moved to untie her legs. And arms. The moment she found herself free, her hands went to the back of his neck and her lips closed on the wet skin of his neck. She licked and kissed the water dripping from his hair, she held him strong against her, sloppily running her tongue over the contours of his neck, to collect the water. She really hated him for how he treated her, and she was going to kick his ass… in just a minute. But she was so not going to deny herself this. And it felt and tasted so good. Wet, Jack O'Neill, tanned skin.

He moaned softly at the feel of her lips and tongue sucking at his neck, allowing himself to be drawn into the feel of her for just a moment, before he regained control and rolled them to hold her on top of him. One of his hands went to her hair and held her face against his skin, while the other moved down her back slowly. He racked his fingernalis down her back and she gased loudly into his neck. She began squirming on top of him, trying to pull herself away from him. His hand cupped her ass and moved his fingers between the cheeks. She suddenly pulled herself off his neck, holding herself above him on her hands. "You still want to fight me Carter?" He asked while caressing her ass.

Sam closed her eyes and allowed her head to drop on his shoulder. What was the point in fighting? He was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. Her fighting him would only give him something to play with. He'd play with her, letting her fight him, letting her almost get away before he pulled her back in, taunting her, tormenting her. And in the end he'd subdue her completely and still fuck her anyway he damn well pleased. "No… I won't fight you. Just fuck me and get this over with." His hand slapped her ass and without reacting she added "Sir."

"Aw, come on Carter…" He said moving the hand he had on her ass lower and slipping two long fingers through her folds from behind. She gasped, her head going back, but she didn't move from him. She decided she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of playing with her. "You'd actually let me use you? I find that hard to believe, Colonel. A strong, independent woman like you…" His fingers moved deeper between her legs and he inserted two fingers inside her body. She was relatively wet and he slipped in without hurting her, but she felt tight, her muscles initially fighting his intrusion. She may have said she wasn't going to fight, but she wasn't all that willing to accept him.

And he knew why. He knew she couldn't accept him back in her bed, back in her life, let alone back in her body, after she had seen him fuck another woman to orgasm and then come inside her, not one hour ago. But he had no intention of letting her push him away. He pushed his fingers deeper inside her, hearing her strangled moan and began moving them in and out of her. Her juices began wetting her folds and his fingers more, and he could feel them running down his hand and drip down on his belly as she was straddling him. Her eyes were screwed shut, she was biting her lip while he finger fucked her.

She didn't move from her position above him and soon he felt her begin to tremble. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. She was willing herself to accept him despite the fact that her mind was screaming *run away from him*. Jack watched her, above him, as she tried to relax to his touch, as she willed her body to accept him as it once did, the way she fought the urge to push him away from her. He had ordered her to fuck him and she was obeying.

"Fine Carter." He said removing his fingers and pushing on her shoulders. "Move down and suck me." He licked his hand clean of her juices, while she obediently scooted down his body, moved between his long legs and bent her head to take him in her mouth. He wasn't fully erect yet, and she moved to run her tongue around the head, then playing with her lips on his balls, soft and erotic. Jack gripped her hair and looked down at her. The taste of him and the fresh fragrance of soap overwhelmed her and she sucked the head deep in her mouth. His hips bucked up against her face and she willingly accepted more of his length in her mouth. He groaned when he hit the back of her throat and he held her head still while he pushed himself a bit deeper. "How deep will you let me go? What if I want to go down your throat?"

She groaned, her hands gripping his hips to try and keep him from forcing himself down her throat, but to no use. Jack began thrusting deep and hard in her mouth, forcing as much of his dick down her throat as he could. He saw her close her eyes and fight to accept him, her hands digging her nails in his hips, but she didn't fight him or the hands that were holding her head still for his dick. If he'd come in her mouth this would all be over, so she began sucking at him hard, swirling her tongue wetly around the head every chance she had.

"You like it like this? To have me down your throat?" He asked. She still didn't fight him. "You want more, don't you?" He pulled her head down on him while he thrust inside her mouth and felt her gag on his dick. She moaned, but still she didn't fight him, keeping up the suction of her mouth, even as the head was hitting the back of her throat and forcing its way deeper. He thrust inside again and again, hard, fast, deep, gagging her on every thrust. She was fighting for air, gagging on his dick as it forced its way down her throat, fucking her mouth viciously. But she didn't fight.

Her eyes were screwed shut, her red lips stretched around him, sucking him, her nails digging in his hips, and she was fighting for air while she sucked him and accepted him as deep down her throat as he wanted to go. His jaw clenched at the sight of her so submissive to him. What was wrong with her? She would have killed him by now in normal conditions. But it felt so good. To be this deep down her throat. He hated himself for enjoying gagging her like he was. He bit his lip thinking how good it would feel to shoot his release down her throat right now, have her choke on it, to put her through the ultimate submission.

He immediately withdrew his dick form her mouth, before he lost it and did just that. He forcefully pushed her up from him. "Fight me Carter!" She found herself being propelled backwards and she fell on her back on the mattress. He slapped her leg. "Fuck you, Carter, fight me!" He got on his knees and slapped her thigh again, as hard as he could, seeing the skin turn bright red. She twitched at the hit and tried to push him away with her foot. Her gripped the ankle and twisted her around so she lay on her front. "Come on!" She got on her knees before he had the chance to pin her down and twisted around to face him. Her hand went to hold him away as she tried to get out of his grip but he tangled himself in her pulling her back down on the bed. Her elbow impacted his side and she heard the air leave his lungs, using the moment to throw him off her.

Before she could get out of bed, his hand was on her arm, the other one slapping her ass and thigh, again as hard as he could. She couldn't take it anymore and she turned around taking a swing at his face. "Stop slapping me!" She yelled. Her fist impacted his cheek and sent him back on the bed, his head hitting the head board with a loud thud. Jack rolled to the side, both his hands holding his head, trying to stop the room from spinning. Damn, she had a killer hook.

His head was spinning, pain overloading his brain. He lay on his side on the bed, trying to remember to breathe. His eyes could still see her at the foot of the bed and he knew she'd gotten away. He couldn't move to hold her now. She was free. He chocked on his failure, on the fear he felt knowing he'd never have her again, sorrow drowning him and he groaned at his misery.

Sam stood there on the bed looking at him in shock, not knowing if he was hurt or not. She was free now. She could grab her clothes and be out the door before he ever knew what happened. But she stood there, frozen in shock and fear, looking at him wipe away blood from his lips. She didn't do that. She refused to believe she did that. She didn't hit Jack, he wasn't on the bed spitting blood from a broken lip she gave him. *I didn't do that!* Her mind repeated. *I didn't do that! I didn't do that! God… help me, I didn't do that!*

And before she could do anything, he was on her again, grabbing her shoulders. "Feel better, Carter?" She twisted in his arms, suddenly wanting to get out from the repercussions she feared her hitting him might have. She accidentally slipped off the mattress to the floor dragging him with her and he fell over her, crushing her under him. This was unexpected. But he pushed himself off her and roughly pulled her up. "How does it feel to hit me back? You want to take another swing?" He didn't wait for an answer or for her reaction and threw her face down, bent over the matters, her knees on the rough floor. She didn't get the chance to push herself up because he stretched himself over her. He was on his knees behind her, and inserted his legs between hers, kicking them apart. "Spread them Carter. You're gonna love this." If there was one thing he knew, he knew how to adapt to the circumstances.

She moved her legs apart, burying her face in the sheets, her hands by her head, on the bed. He gripped the cheeks of her ass and spread them. God, his hands felt good on her ass. Rough and calloused. His thumbs moved deeper between her legs, parting her folds and opening her up for him. "Such a sweet opening. I'm going to enjoy stretching you Carter." She was already wet, the moisture running down her legs. "Hitting me got you wet? Or was it having your throat fucked?" He ran his thumbs between her folds, spreading her wetness around. She didn't answer, moving her face to the side to gasp for air. "Is your body going to fight my dick like it fought my fingers?" She hid her face in the sheets and he again parted her folds for him. He moved the head of his dick to her opening, pushing in slowly.

She bucked against him, but her body still fought his intrusion, her body clenching around him, trying to keep him from plunging in deeper. But he didn't care for her reluctance. He inserted himself deeper inside her, despite the protests of her quivering muscles. One of his hands moved to roughly kneed a breast, pinching her nipple and tugging at it until she moaned. "Enjoying yourself Carter? I know you like to fuck. You're so great at it!" She screamed in the sheets at her submission and the overwhelming control he had on her. And God damn it if it didn't turn her on. She was incredibly wet, dripping down her own thighs and she knew he felt it.

He began pumping inside her, her body fighting, her muscles quivering around his size, tensing and contracting at his inwards thrusts. She was wet and she was massaging him so deliciously, he felt his self control slip. "Ah!" He gasped at the feel of her, tendrils of excruciating pleasure creeping up his body. "Oh, Jesus!" His hips jerked against her ass a few times, her body still fighting him, but he kept on fucking her powerfully.

His knees began protesting as well, the rough carpet scratching the skin, his old injuries acting up, but he didn't stop. He began slamming into her harder and faster and felt her body twitch around him, protesting his vicious intrusions. He could see the muscles along her back tremble and jerk, making her body twitch as he penetrated her over and over without mercy. He bit his lips and groaned, the hand on her breast kneading it rougher. "Jeez Carter! You're such a sweet fuck when you're fighting me." He pushed himself in and twisted his hips pulling at her muscles. She arched on the bed, her head thrown back, eyes shut and biting her lips, refusing to moan. He stretched her hard and long, twisting himself inside her, pulling at her, felling her muscles give, her juices running. The wet sounds heir bodies were making drove his own need higher until it took over and he started fucking her again.

"Move your hand and rub your clit." He ordered through rough breaths, pounding into her, but she refused.

"No. I don't want to come." She mumbled, her face hidden in the mattress. "Finish fucking me and get this over with."

He slapped her ass. "I said move your hand!"

"No!" She yelled back gripping the sheets and ignoring the pain from his hits. "I won't come on you while you fucked me like this."

He slapped her again. "Rub yourself Carter!" She didn't move, whimpering in the sheets from the sting in her skin. "Fine. But you'll hate yourself more if I'm the one to get you off." He said moving his hand from her hip, around the front, between her legs and finding her clit. Sam gasped at the feel of his fingers against the skin of her belly, a shiver running through her, but she grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away. She didn't want to come like this. But he held his position and started rubbing her clit in time with his dick driving into her body. She tried to fight his fingers off her, but it only resulted in having her own slip between her fold and against her clit. She bucked up against him instantly, the double stimulation almost too much. "That's it Carter, help me…"

She grunted in frustration, but the more she tried to remove his fingers, the more she rubbed herself and her orgasm built fast and sure and he felt it. Her body was trembling, her head thrashing on the sheets, her juices were running freely, down her legs and his. Her body was clenching at his dick more and more, and her ass trembling against him. She was close. He moved his fingers and scraped his short nails swiftly over her clit.

She exploded around him, a loud, frustrated scream released into the mattress while her body jerked and shuddered, her muscled clamping powerfully around his dick. He kept thrusting into her, and scraping her clit while she screamed and sobbed, her body trembling under him. "Too much… please stop…" She moaned, but her hand kept moving along with his against her clit. He moved his fingers over hers and pushed her hand deeper between her folds to where they were joined and rubbed her stretched opening with both their fingers. She bucked against him, screaming loudly, her body pulsing on his dick powerfully again, her second orgasm hitting her suddenly and unexpectedly at the feel of their fingers on her stretched muscles, the feel of them joined together against her fingertips..

His fingers moved around her stretched opening, while her fingers caressed the length of his dick as it slipped in and out of her, feeling its smooth texture wet from her body, her juices drowning his dick. "Oh, God…" He grunted. Her touch on his dick as he fucked her was all it took to unleash his own orgasm. He gripped her hips with his hands, and slammed himself inside her one last time, jerking and convulsing against her. Stars flashed behind his eyes and a primal grunt was torn form his chest as release coursed through him. His senses drowning everything else until there was nothing felt but her wet body and her fingers between their bodies, spikes of intense pleasure going through him. He fell forward over her, still shaking and his hips still bucking against her.

His face was buried in her back, feeling her slick skin, and smelling her. He moved his hands round to hold her against him as he fought to recover and he licked her spine between her shoulder blades, the skin salty against the tip of is tongue. "Christ Carter…" She was still trembling against him, her face still hidden in the sheets. He rested his chin on her back and saw her hands tightly grip the sheet by her face, trying to hide her face more. She was ashamed of her reactions, of her orgasm, of the way he broke her without any resistance from her. He fucked her and she came screaming. She could feel their mixed juices running down her legs, wet and sticky, she could feel him turn soft inside her, she could still feel the random shakes of her body from her orgasm.

Jack closed his eyes and rested his face against her back again, still holding her to him. He kissed the base of her neck, he kissed her between her shoulder blades, but she just twitched at his every touch as if she wanted to get away from him. "Carter…" He tried to turn her face away from the sheets to see her, but she just batted his hand away. "It's ok… Come on…" Before he could react she pushed herself off the bed and threw him off her, back on the carpet, his dick roughly removed from inside her.

"I did come!" She screamed sobbing. There were tears in her eyes. "You must be so fucking proud of yourself!" She got up from the carpet and moved towards the bathroom. He tried to grab her and stop her, but his knees cracked and he crumbled to the floor in pain, growling. She forced herself not to stop and see if he's alright, she ignored her concern for him and her fear, and she busted in the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. She rested against it, trying to listen if he was ok, or needed help, but she didn't hear anything so she let him be. She wiped her tears and moved to clean herself up.

She hated him because he made her come. She hated him because he fucked Alex, she hated him because he hit her, because he ordered her around, because he forced himself on her. She got in the shower and cleaned herself up. But she couldn't get over the fact that she didn't buy any of it. She didn't buy her own anger. Because what she had seen tonight from him, was not something she could take as being real. As much as she hated it, she couldn't shake the feel that it had been a game. Like the S&M they did a couple of times. It felt real and they played it real, but it was just a game.

She fought the need she felt for him right now, the love she felt. She fought to forget the way he screamed and shook as he came inside her. She fought the feel that she didn't care about how he treated her because what she had seen tonight was not Jack O'Neill. She knew this wasn't him, that he wasn't like this. She had known him through and through in the past month and this was not him. He was sweet and funny, sexy and passionate. He liked to be dark in bed, fierce, powerful, but he was not what he had been tonight. Sam placed her hands on the wall and stood under the shower crying. She did need him.

The moment Jack heard the door to the bathroom shut and locked, he allowed himself to stretch on the floor, holding his knees. They hurt like hell. He had fucked Alex against the wall, Sam on the floor, she had kicked him in the knee while she tried to get away. It was only this much they could take. He pulled himself to the bed and slumped down on it. He heard the shower run. He was going to give her time to recover after what he had done to her. They needed to talk, but he knew she was smart enough to figure it all out on her own. She knew him, she knew herself. She was going to figure it out. Besides, this needed to be her decision, not one they made together. These were her fears, not his.

He forced himself to stand and went to the table and wrote a note before falling back on the bed. He fell asleep without even knowing it, or wanting it. Naked, on top of the covers, his hands still on his knees. And that's how Sam found him when she came out, wrapped in a bathrobe. She stood next to the bed and looked at him. He was sleeping deeply, ignorant of the cold he must be feeling. She removed his hands from his knees and saw the bruised and scratched skin. He had gotten carpet burns all over his knees from fucking her. She sighed and pulled the covers free from under him and covered his body. He didn't wake but he instinctively curled into a ball at the new found warmth.

She walked to the living room and looked through the mirror. Alex was still sleeping in her bed and Sam realized the woman was not the least interested in Jack beyond a good fuck. And neither was he. He had fucked her, and left her without a second thought. And now he was here with her. He had played every fear she had. Alex, the ranks, the physical force, everything. He had put her face to face with every little fear she had about the two of them. He raped her, he hit her, he ordered her around, he cheated on her. And now it was all up to her, if she was going to believe they were real and part of who he was or just her fears, fantasies. Would she believe he was like this or would she see it all as it was? A game. A game of forcing her to face what she feared.

She turned away from Alex and walked to the table. Her car keys were there, the keys to her home and a note. In his hand writing. "Walk away and I'll never bring this or us up again. Stay only if we're ok. I love you. Jack." She looked at him in the bedroom. Then back at the note and at her keys. She left the note on the table and walked back to the bedroom, dropped her robe on a chair and climbed in bed with him.

She rolled him on his back but still he didn't wake. He was totally spent. She stretched herself next to his body, feeling the sensation of his skin against her, his thigh between her legs as she threw her leg over his, and cuddled up to his side pulling the covers over both of them. He was still soundly asleep and she kissed his soft cheek. She loved him so much. After all and all, she couldn't live without him. She fell asleep the next second.

Jack stirred a little and turned to his side. He was now spooned up against a warm soft body. His eyes snapped open immediately and he saw Sam's back, sleeping against him, pressed tightly into him. *This isn't possible…* He thought holding his breath for a moment, fearing he was still asleep and it was just a dream. But she was real. She was real she was warm and asleep in his arms. She had stayed. She hadn't left. His head fell down on the pillow and pulled her tighter against him, burying his face in her hair, kissing her head, her neck, her shoulders. She was really here with him. Sam moaned a sleepy sound, but he didn't care, just hugged her tighter. "If you keep that up you'll be crawling inside me." She whispered, remembering his words.

"You stayed…" He said, not carrying that his voice was shaking.

"It's Valentine's Day, Jack. Of course I stayed. Don't tell me you forgot…" She teased. But he just took her chin and turned her face towards him, eyes dark and serious. He was not kidding now. This was too serious for both of them. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment before looking at him, smiling like she hadn't smiled in along time. "Jack… We're fine." Was the only thing she said. "It's over. The fears, the nightmares. We're fine. I hate you for how you fixed me, Jack, but you did none the less. I'm here to stay."

"Fuck, yes!" He whispered. "Yes, you are staying." He suddenly rolled away from her but before she could move after him he was back, spooned tightly against her. He brought both his arms around her, holding her against him. He held a small box in one hand and he used the free one to open it. She could see a diamond ring in it, but Jack didn't wait for any reaction form her. He just pulled her left hand within his reach, pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. Without any hesitation, without any second thoughts and without letting her room for any. He didn't wait for words or tears, or for her to even get a good look at the ring. He wanted this and he was not going to let anything stop him from having his ring on her finger.

"Jack…" She sobbed. He let the box drop to the floor and wrapped his arms around her. "Oh God…"

"I never, ever should have listened to you." He said in her shoulder as he pressed himself tighter against her. "I bought that ring on January 2nd, like I told you I would, but I decided to go with what you said on New Year's. That it was better without the ring. Less complicated. I never should have listened to you. I should have put it on your finger that same day. I was such an idiot for waiting."

"Me too…" She said while he went back to kissing her neck. "You should have been able to put the ring on my finger the same day you bought it. Jack, I'm sorry. But I was so afraid…"

He buried his face in her neck, feeling her hair brush his face. "I was too. Of loosing you."

"You won't. Not anymore." Sam turned in his arms and kissed his lips. He hissed and pulled back. She saw his lip was bruised and broken where she had hit him. She kissed him lighter, gently running her tongue over the broken skin. "Oh, Jack... Oh, I'm so sorry…" She kissed his lip, her hands framing his face and caressing it. "Your sweet, sweet lips." He smiled looking at her tending to his lip with her own lips and tongue and fingers. "I love your lips…" She kissed him again and this time he held her head to his longer.

"I love you Sam, I honestly do. No more fighting, no more fears? Please… I need you so much." He asked and kissed her hair. She nodded. "Wait! I had something better for today." He said smiling at her. He stood up, throwing the sheets off both of them, grabbed her hand and pulled the ring off.

"Hey!" She yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Will you let me do this right?" He said rolling off the bed. He pulled her to sit on the mattress and slowly, wincing at the vivid pain in his knees, he knelt on the floor in front of her. He let out a sigh before he looked up at her and took her hand in his and placed the ring half way on her finger. "Will you marry me, Sam?" His voice was soft and low as he spoke, his black eyes looking into hers, searching, begging, pleading.

She smiled a brilliant smile at him. "Yes." He slid the ring home and reached out a hand to bring her head to his. She held back a little, barely brushing his lips with hers. "I love you too Jack. I need you so much I couldn't live without you." He smiled like she rarely saw him smile and she kissed him softly. His lips were smirking against hers, his breath coming in short pants over her face. He wasn't smiling anymore, he was laughing.

"This has got to be the most fucked up Valentine's Day ever." He said, his eyes still begging with her for forgiveness about last night. She saw him bend his head and he kissed her thighs, where he had slapped her, brushing his lips on her red skin, soothing her, caressing her, begging her forgiveness with his lips. Her hand rested on his head and he kept his mouth on her legs.

"At least the sex was mind-blowing." She offered and he groaned. He tried to move to get back in bed with her but his knees gave in and he tumbled to the floor with a loud thud. He was curled up, butt naked on the floor his eyes screwed shut and gripping his knees. "Shit… Jack…" Sam jumped out of bed and went by his side. "God Jack… it's my fault." She was brushing is forehead, waiting for his pain to calm down, so she could move him back in bed. "I'm so sorry… I'm sorry! I never should have hit your knees last night. It was so stupid, I wasn't thinking… I wasn't thinking what I was doing!" He finally let go of his knees and rolled on his back, his hands covering his eyes. "Oh, please forgive me…" She was brushing the back of her fingers over his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat the pain caused to gather there. "Shhh…" She soothed him.

"God it hurts." He moaned and suddenly he felt her warm, wet lips on his knees. He lifted his head in surprise, to look at her and she was kissing is knees, licking the wounds, tasting the blood. "Christ Carter…" He groaned. She smiled and kissed every inch of his bruised skin, licking the inside of his knee, and hearing his breathing quicken. "Fuck…" She kept going, soothing the pain, caressing the wounds, wet and warm, her lips softly molding to the contours of his knees. She kept going until he finally reached for her. "Sam… bed…" He panted and she helped him up and to the bed. He fell down on it, pulling her with him on purpose. He pinned her under him and started licking at her collarbone, kissing the hollow of her throat.

"You ok?" She asked and he just moaned, too caught up in the taste of her. "Jack…" She said in a low sexy voice that tore a groan for him. "Do you want Valentine's Day sex?" His head came up to look at her and she was trying not to laugh. Her hands were in his hair, her short nails scratching the scalp and she felt him shiver over her.

"You ok?" He asked a bit out of breath, his hand trailing down her body and between her legs, cupping her. She pressed her folds tighter to his palm, nuzzling his neck.

"A bit sore. Plus my skin is still red from your hits." He rolled off her and slumped on the bed, his eyes closed.

"God, I'm sorry… I had to." She moved on him and kissed his neck smiling against his skin. "I'm so sorry Sam. I swear I'll never do it again, not even to play around. I swear."

She licked up his neck. "You so loved doing that. I know you. You got so hard from slapping me."

"Sam!" He was offended.

"You love the way my skin feels when you slap it. The way I tremble. The power. You'd hate having to stop. And I wouldn't dream of asking you to."

"Carter… you almost knocked me out because of it! I'm not touching you again."

She pulled back, her face right above his. He tried to move to kiss her, but she pulled back. "Then can I slap you, Jack?" His jaw clenched and he blushed. He looked her in the eye and he actually blushed. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "We'll take turns." He moaned low and long at her words. She licked the edge of his ear and sucked the lobe. He caught her lips and ignored the sting in his lip, kissing her hard. She felt his tongue slip between her lips and she immediately opened her mouth for him. He moved slow and careful and she tangled her own tongue with him, tasting him. Just like she adored to. First thing in the morning. She held his head and thrust her tongue in his mouth, moving it around, drowning in his taste. God, she loved him. Every inch of him.

She rolled off him, pulling him over her and held his head on her chest, letting him sleep off the pain in his knees. He sighed as he relaxed against her, worn out by the previous night and the pain in his legs. He draped his muscular arm over her, holding her close to him, as he buried his face between her breasts. Her hands threaded through his hair, caressing and soothing and he felt happy and content. Sleep claimed him as he pressed his lips softly on the inside of her breast, kissing it.

They would go home and back to their normal lives. No more fears, no more nightmares. She looked at his sleeping face on her chest and briefly wondered if she'll still love the way he looks and tastes in the morning after they'd be married for 20 years. Or if she was still going to watch him shave every morning. But she found she didn't care. She wanted to live those 20 years and more with him and nothing else.

THE END.