Stargate SG1 Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Life of a Major General ❯ Chapter 32 ( Chapter 32 )

Chapter 32

Living Room, O’Neill’s Residence, Alexandria, VA
June 18, 2005
Late Evening

Jack handed Sam her third glass of wine and seated himself on the other end of the couch across from her with his second bottle of Guinness of the day in hand. The evening had past quickly and pleasantly and Jack found that it had been a great help having a second adult around again to help with twin handling.

The only tense moments in Jack’s opinion were the flashes of sensual tension that arose in him whenever either found themselves in closer proximity than usual due to the private setting. He chalked the moments up to suddenly not having military job requirements or settings regulate their interactions—and studiously ignored them figuring it was all in his head.

“So,” Sam shifted uneasily as she cradled the wine glass in her hands. She was tense with anxiety about the pending conversation and the familiar buzz from being around Jack unsupervised. The buzz had been buffered when the twins were present but had been steadily growing since putting them to bed. There were times when she didn’t think she was the only one sensing it but Jack kept avoiding her eye whenever she tried to catch his gaze during those times. Adding flashes frustration to her already bubbling caldron of emotions.

“So,” Jack echoed as he fiddled with the beer in his hands. As brown eyes connected with blue, Jack fortified his nerve and placed the bottle down on the coffee table. “Alright, Sam, first of all, for this discussion you’re going to call me Jack. We aren’t senior and junior officer here, but two adults that are also parents deciding on how to parent.”

“Okay, Jack,” Sam agreed softly. She was privately amazed that she did not trip over his name as she expected his title to come out of her mouth, just as much as he did probably. “I guess then, in this situation you’re the parent with full custody and I’m the one with visitation rights.”

Jack could not argue about that but still, their situation was very much different. Their children had been created by an alien and then the ‘custody’ parent had not told the ‘visitation’ parent the children’s parentage and even lied about said parentage when asked.

“Not quite,” Jack muttered.

“No, not quite. Especially if no one is to know that I’m their mother.” Sam stated quietly.

That was another point Jack could not confute, and was not going to either.

“So… what do you want?”

Sam’s mouth twisted at the question. “I want… I want to be their mother, but I know that isn’t possible. Not with you living here and me in Nevada and…” Sam looked away as her hands turned back to fiddling with the stem of her wine glass. Mentally she chastised herself for stalling at telling Jack that what she wanted was a relationship with him. She had on the flight over decided that she would tell him and now she could not seem to find the words.

“And what?”

“And us not being friends, let alone a family—”

“Were we ever really friends?” Jack mustered.

Sam paused her mental chastisement as she considered the question. “I’d like to think so Si-Jack. I know that I annoyed you—mostly with my science lectures—and you annoyed me—with your, never mind—but we do have some things in common—our service, love of astronomy, and flying—”

“Outside of the AF?”

“Well… the AF in some ways makes us the people we are, if we removed it, we wouldn’t be ourselves. And if we hadn’t been friends, SG-1 wouldn’t really have survived as long as it did—with the sense of family that it did.” Sam raised her eyes to look him in the face again. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

A brisk nod was Jack’s answer. He understood, remove the AF—remove SG-1 really—and they would not be who they were, with the experiences and knowledge that bound them together.

“So, what do you want Sam?” Jack repeated. “And I don’t mean just about Tyler and Emily… what do you want for your life?”

Sam grimaced and tossed most of her wine back in one swallow. Aided by the depressing properties of the alcohol her thoughts turned morbid and her cowardliness won out when faced with Jack’s blunt questioning. What had she been thinking on the flight over? Like Jack wanted to be with her. Let alone welcome her back into his life. What she wanted would never happen so there was no use even entertaining the thought, not now, not anymore.

Those depressing thoughts in her mind Sam rose to her feet to refill her wine glass. Striving now to ignore the familiar sensation that being alone with Jack arose in her. Jack however stood at the same time and they found themselves with barely an inch between their bodies. Blue eyes locked with brown and Sam found herself unable to keep her body from betraying her as she swayed towards Jack.

The faint touch of body against body and the pleasure it sent streaking through him had Jack swearing beneath his breath. The evenings mental denials of the moments between them crumbled as his hands came up and yanked Sam flush against him. Tension between them boiling over as Sam’s hands snaked around his neck—wine glass she was clutching bumping unnoticed against the back of Jack’s head—and their lips touched.

As the touch of their mouths turned from an almost tentative exploration to full blown passion the wine glass Sam held dropped unnoticed to the floor to roll underneath the coffee table. Now unhampered Sam’s fingers were free to wantonly thread themselves into Jack’s hair.

Jack’s hands shaped themselves against the small of Sam’s back and the bottom curve of her rear, moulding her body snugly against his own. Fingers stroking and arousing the sensitive areas of the body. Sam was only too happy to assist as she pressed close and even started sliding a leg up Jack’s own to help him lift her so that groin was against groin, breasts against chest, and mouths were level.

As their mouths parted in the need for air; both of them stared into the passion laden eyes of the other. Blood pounding through their bodies they were hardly able to believe that it was happening and desperate that nothing would wake them from this walking dream.

“Are we really doing this Sam?” Jack asked hoarsely, the brown of his irises nearly lost in blackness. His body screamed at him for daring to ask the question and give her the chance to opt out, but even with her more than willing body in his arms, he still didn’t quite believe this was happening.

Sam nodded, her mind almost lost in a lust-induced fog. The lust roughened her voice but did nothing to hide the fierce sincerity of her answer. “Yes Jack. I want this and I’ll kill you if you try to tell me you don’t want it either or try to stop us.”

“Bed then,” Jack muttered, submitting to her fiercely stated decree and what now felt like the inevitable as he lowered his mouth back to her swollen and reddened lips. Jack’s hands on Sam’s bottom dropped her weight and the slide of her body down his drew a whimper from her throat and a growl from his.

His hands tugged at her clothes and urged her to move with him as they made their slow, stumbling way from the living room to the staircase. They navigated the staircase and lost their shirts on the landing before making their way to Jack’s bedroom.

Jack’s fingers found and released the clasp of Sam’s bra even as hers attacked his belt and the opening of his jeans. As his fingers reverently touched and shaped the mounds of flesh, he found Sam gasped and arched her back, thrusting her breast more firmly into his hands.

“Jack!” she cried breathlessly.

Jack took the hint and firmed his touch. Smirking against her mouth when a firm tug on a nipple had Sam moan his name and her fingers fumbled the button of his jeans. Sam’s next action wiped the smirk from his features as his face contorted in overwhelmed passion as her fingers undid his fly and wrapped around the length of his sex.

His body shuddered as her hands trailed away. Jack’s body mourned the loss of her touch but his mind was grateful for the brief reprieve to gather his thoughts and more importantly, his self-control. Sam hooked her fingers in the top of his underwear and jeans to shove them down his hips.

“Off,” Sam muttered against his throat as she tugged on his clothes.

Jack ignored her demand and efforts to disrobe him as he attacked what remained of her clothing. Within moments her skirt fluttered down to join his pants on the floor and Jack did not wait any longer as he pushed her towards the mattress.

Sam tumbled backwards, her grip on his hips pulling Jack down to land heavily onto her. The sudden weight on her momentarily winded Sam, but she recovered quicker than Jack as she shifted and rolled them to end up seated on top of his naked body. Straddling his waist with his sex pressing against her still cloth covered groin.

As she leaned forward to shimmy out of her panties, Jack took advantage of the offered opportunity to fasten a mouth onto a breast and tormented the other one with a hand. Sam gasped, struggling to keep her hands coordinated to remove the offending piece of underwear and keep under the delicious torture of Jack’s mouth and hands.

Sam finally managed to kick the cloth aside and rocked backwards. The wet touch and radiating heat of her sex against his own had Jack’s hands moving to her hips to push her down his body more.

Both of them desperate for the final contact.

As Jack slipped into her, stretching and filling, their eyes locked. Sam’s hands slid up to frame Jack face with his hands remaining on her hips as they rocked and grinded towards completion. As their eyes remained locked together years of unsaid emotions and thoughts passed between them as their bodies strove for the final release. It struck like lightning, sizzling through their bodies and tore their souls apart in a blinding rush of pleasure.

They were no longer Jack and Sam or Sam and Jack but finally, and completely, them.