Stargate SG1 Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Life of a Major General ❯ Chapter 44 ( Chapter 44 )

Chapter 44

Hotel Monaco Alexandria, Alexandria, VA
July 4, 2005
Evening

Feeling the reassuring weight of Jack’s hand in the small of her back, Sam allowed the warm touch to guide her from the Hotel Monaco Alexandria’s opulent lobby up to their honeymoon suite for the night. Both of them were nervous about being parted from Emily and Tyler, especially Jack who had never been away from them, except for their kidnapping, since they had come into his care. But they were also determined to take some time for themselves to celebrate their wedding with more than just an intimate gathering of family and friends in the backyard of their now shared Alexandrian home.

That determination had led them to renting a Terrance Room in the luxury boutique hotel in Old Town Alexandria for their wedding night. Their children left in the care of Cassie—with Jacob, Daniel, Teal’c, and Jonas present—for the night and into the early morning.

Reaching their room on the third floor Sam disengaged the lock and entered the room. She was pleased to find that the strong vivid blue of the lobby walls was not carried over into the room’s interior decoration. The centerpiece of the brown walled room with white accents was the king-sized bed with its elaborate headboard and decorations, pristine white sheets and eight pillows.

Moving into the room, Sam set her overnight bag onto one of the twin ottomans in front of the bed and moved the silver tea tray from its posed place, resting on the red counterpane folded at the foot of the bed, to the desk.

Jack placed his own bag on the other ottoman after examining the bathroom and its luxurious tub. As his new wife investigated the terrace, Jack unzipped his bag and drew out the elegant black folder that he had concealed in the bottom. Kicking off his shoes and removing his socks, he took the folder in hand and followed Sam onto the balcony.

Sam half turned to Jack as he stepped through the glass doors and his breath caught once again at the sight of her against the railing. Still gowned in her wedding dress she presented a picture that was both alluring and demure at the same time.

A small smile curved Sam’s lips at the arrested expression on her new husband’s face as he momentarily paused in the doorway between the hotel room and balcony. Her smile seemed to release him from whatever had held him spellbound and he moved forward to stand beside her. For a long, quiet moment they stood side by side, absorbing the warm evening air and the presence of each other.

In time Jack turned to Sam and offered her the folder he had carried onto the terrace with him.

Sam accepted the folder curiously, “What is it?”

“Emily and Tyler’s papers,” Jack said softly.

Sam’s hands froze in the motion of opening the folder as her eyes jerked up to look into his, her voice trembling as she spoke: “You mean?”

“Yes, Sam,” Jack reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s their adoption papers. It’s been finalised. You’re their mother.”

Sam blinked rapidly in order to hold back the tears that suddenly threatened which turned her eyes a luminous blue. “J-Jack,” her voice wobbled even more, choked with emotion as she took half a step towards him her gaze dropping to his chest as she attempted to control her emotions.

The hand that had lingered at her ear traced the curve of her jaw and tipped her chin more upwards. Once their gazes were once more connected, Jack spoke again. “There’s more Sam, I want you to have a look.”

Blinking again even as her urge to cry faded, Sam opened the folder and looked with puzzlement at the cream coloured sheet on top. The writing that marked the page was not English, but the angular lines and dashes of Asgärd.

“I know you can’t read it,” Jack spoke again as his hand dropped away from her chin. “But it’s a promise that I made with the Asgärds, about the twins, to you. If something ever happens to us, or to me, and you need to tell someone… the Asgärd will come and they will put the full force of their council’s protection behind the twins.”

Sam’s hands trembled. “You mean it?”

“Yes.” Jack said. “We can’t let anyone know. But, if I—or both of us—die then I want to make sure that the children end up with people we trust. And if that unthinkable happens, and they think there is a need, only then will the Asgärd reveal the children’s origins.”

“Thank you,” Sam said hoarsely. Almost beyond words that Jack had, even with his terror about letting anyone know about the children, secured this safety net for her. As much as she still wished to tell those closest to them, knowing this lightened the burden that concealing the truth lay upon her.

A truth that she was aiding him in concealing by her silence and arranging the accident at DET 3 that led to the erasure of the genome codes on the Goa’uld tablets and all her private work of her investigation, which fortunately had been done on Oceanus’s machines so there was no trail on any computers. The translation of the data she had requested from SGC did still exist but some deft altering of the Goa’uld data meant that was no longer an issue. By altering only the Goa’uld data anyone looking at it later would assume a simple translation error in the English documents. And it was standard protocol of the linguistic department to shred any hardcopies of computerised data within days of submitting a translation.

As far everyone was concerned, Emily and Tyler were Jack’s adopted niece and nephew and if they were ever tested for the ATA gene, that they registered positive would almost be a given because of their O’Neill genetics and the strength of the gene easily theorised as a maternal trait. ATA gene testing after all was an entirely different process than determining parentage.

Closing the folder back up, she transferred the papers to one hand and took the remaining half step to press her body against Jack. Her hands lifted up and around his shoulders to curve around his neck as she raised her lips to his.

The kiss started out soft and gentle as Sam expressed her gratitude and love. But as their bodies pressed together and mouths mated, the passion that lurked so close to the surface turned the gentle expression of gratitude into a fierce expression of desire.

Not breaking the contact of their mouths, Sam rocked forward and gradually shuffled them back through the balcony door into the hotel room. Crossing the threshold, they broke apart. Jack shrugging out of his suit jacket and Sam drawing the terrace curtains closed.

Coming together again, Sam pulled the hem of Jack’s shirt from his pants and slipped her hands under the fabric. Revelling in the feel of the skin beneath her fingers, Sam’s hands curved around Jack’s waist, over his back, and down into his pants to cup the bare skin of his butt.

The muscles in her hands flexed reflexively as her fingers moulded and kneaded his flesh and Jack pressed closer. His own hands occupied, running over her sides and down her back, his fingers questing for a zipper. His touch left burning tendrils of pleasure in its wake. Not finding a zipper he discarded that angle of attack and simply slid his hands down her legs and hiked up her skirt.

“God bless garters,” Jack muttered against her mouth as his hands discovered the lace decorating the top of her thighs and exploring the skin between them and the almost non-existent thong she wore.

Sam’s lips smiled against his mouth at his words as she gave his butt one last squeeze before heading for the front of his slacks. Reaching her goal, she slipped the button free and undid the zipper. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of both his slacks and boxers, she pushed the fabric down.

Jack took half a step back to aid his wife in his disrobing, his own hands reluctantly leaving the exploration of her rear and inner thighs to help push the clothes from his hips. As the slacks and boxers hit the floor, Jack reached for her again.

Sam swatted his hands away and commanded, “Your shirt Jack.”

Obediently his hands rose to undo the row of buttons on his shirt. His eyes glued to Sam’s actions as she located the dress’s zipper discreetly tucked under her left arm and slid the tab down. Jack’s shirt hit the floor at the same time as Sam’s dress.

Jack swore he nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of Sam in her stiletto sandals, garter, barely there thong, pearls in her ears and his rings on her finger. If he had known that she’d been bra-less the entire day, he didn’t think he could have restrained himself until they had reached the hotel.

Smiling brilliantly Sam stepped forward and pressed her ring hand to the centre of Jack’s chest. She pushed him backwards until the back of his knees met the edge of the bed behind him. Once contact was made Sam pushed harder on his chest so that he sat on the mattress.

Once he was seated, Sam hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong only for her hands to be stilled by Jack’s as he reached out. Their eyes locked for a moment before Sam acquitted, and both their hands pushed her thong down her hips and past her thighs to join the clothes on the floor.

The last obstacle removed, Sam climbed onto the bed and moved to straddled Jack who was still sitting. Before she started to spread her knees and sink down onto him, Jack’s hands that were still on her thighs tightened and held her up, suspended above him.

“Jack?” Sam was confused by him stopping her. “What are…?” her question turned to a deep moan of pleasure as he brought his face to her groin and his tongue licked out. Sam’s hands flew to the top of his head and buried themselves in his grey hair as she struggled for equilibrium. Sensation speared through her as his mouth began to work the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. “Jack!”

A rumble of pleasure deep from Jack’s chest was her answer. As the pleasure built and tightened, her hips began to rock against his face and it was only when her thighs began to tremble strongly in his hands that Jack gave one last reluctant suck and lifted his mouth away.

“Down,” Jack muttered as his hands changed from holding her up to pressing her down. Eagerly Sam finished what she had started, lowering her body until her wet curls teased the swollen head of his erection.

Pausing to sway teasingly against him, Sam’s hands released his hair to reach for his hands on her hips. Grasping his hands Sam tangled their fingers together; ring chiming against ring heard more in their hearts than over their laboured breathing. Hands linked together Sam finished her descent, Jack spearing up into her body in a delicious caress that shredded their control.

Mindless to the sensation and need for completion Sam rose and fell as Jack rolled his hips upwards, pushing themselves to the end. When Sam added a twist to her downward thrust, passion reached its crest and sent their souls flying together.