Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or any of the characters you recognize. I'm just borrowing them for entertainment. There is no monetary gain and no copyright infringement intended. The lines of dialog you recognize are from the show, the rest you don't recognize are from me.

AN: Thank you to everyone that is still reading though my delayed posts and all of you that have been kind enough to leave me what you thought of it so far. I am trying to get back into the story and get excited about the direction again. This is a bit of a transitional chapter before we save the universe again! As always, thank you Gategirl7 for being an awesome beta and friend and for helping me get back on track wit this story! Thanks to you I have direction again! You make my stories better! Any mistakes are mine and mine alone, probably added after I got the edited version back. J

Previously:

She couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her. The man always had a way of making her smile. The image of the fur covered bed Thor had left for them and the speculation on Jack's face when he'd glanced at her earlier came to mind. Sam shifted as the thoughts of Jack and the fur covered beds began to heat her blood. With his usual perfect timing, Jack picked that moment to glance at her and by his expression it was obvious he knew she'd been speculating about him. The wicked grin that graced his lips before he turned back to listen to what Daniel and Teal'c were saying sent shockwaves across her skin.

There was that grin of his, yep, he knew what she was thinking about she decided, feeling the heat in her blood kick up another notch. Jack made a show of yawning and stretched his arms, flexing his shoulders before rolling them the way he always did after a long day. Sam found she had trouble looking away. "Ok, Campers," he announced as he stood up. "I think it's time we got some shut eye. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Chapter 27

Jack watched the guys go to their rooms amid the 'good nights' and 'see you in the mornings'. For once, he didn't feel the need to leave a watch posted. It looked like Sam was right about Thor and his people. Jack shook his head at the changes a few days could bring. He was having an affair with his subordinate. Not something he'd seen coming, actually he'd done his best to head off the temptation. Now he was finding that he trusted an alien. Thor was good people. And that statement was really messed up, he decided.

Sam had told him that in the future he would consider Thor's ship a home away from home. That felt weird, but he could see where that might happen. These guys could be the answer to so many problems. Right now they were the answer to a few hours of very much needed rest for his team. Later, after the mission to destroy the Replicators, they'd be the answer to Sam being in his chain of command. Yeah, you gotta love the little guys, Jack decided.

That thought was quickly followed by a mental image of Sam stretched out across the fur covered bed waiting for him, preferably wearing nothing but her smile. "Easy O'Neill," he muttered under his breath while attempting to clear his head of his 'Sam naked on furs' fantasy.

She had to be exhausted after having her memories mined the way they were. Just seeing them had shaken him and he'd been a spectator. He should let her get some rest. As the thought was going through his head, Jack looked up and caught Sam's eye. She raised an eyebrow in question. Maybe sleep wasn't on her agenda. She was wishing her teammates good night, but the glance back his way had been full of heat. That was all the invitation he needed.

Watching Daniel and Teal'c's doors slide shut, Jack sauntered his way over to the beautiful woman standing in her doorway waiting for him. He made a point of throwing in a little extra swagger. The chuckle that escaped her was his reward. When he reached her, he had a different reward on his mind than a chuckle. Not wasting any time, Jack slid his hand into her hair and pulled her to him. She came against him with a breathy little gasp of surprise.

Sam fit her body to his, her eyes dilated as her hands settled on his chest. He slanted his mouth over her soft lips. Sam moaned, opening to him in invitation. He loved the way she reacted to him.

Deepening the kiss, Jack groaned, reached for her ass and lifted her so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist to hold on. As she pulled herself flush with him, her heated core came to rest against his budding erection, pulling a groan from him. Jack couldn't help chasing the friction she provided. He smiled against her lips as Sam cried out at the contact.

She moaned once more as he rocked against her again. Jack answered her cry by taking the last few steps to the wall by her door and trapping her between the wall and his body. Jack rolled his hips to hold her steady and released his hold on her to lean back.

"You OK?" he asked, his voice raspy. After all she'd been through today, he needed conformation that she was fine with them having sex on the alien ship. "Is this OK?" he asked, holding his breath. If she said to stop, it was going to suck. "I mean if you would rather get rest than join the 'way above a mile high' club…"

Sam snorted at that. "Way above a mile high club, Jack?" she chuckled. He shrugged, a little surprised that she didn't correct just how high they were or how incorrect that statement was. For a moment Sam's thoughtful look started to take over. Crap, she was going to go technical on him. He couldn't have that.

Reacting quickly to avert the coming disaster he saw, Jack rolled his hips again, making sure his hardness was seated against the bundle of nerves her parted legs gave him access to. The sudden pressure tore a moan from Sam's lips and effectively silenced whatever bit of techno babble that was about to spill forth.

Jack couldn't help the smug look of triumph that he knew was spreading across his face. There had been quite a few times he'd wondered on missions if such things would distract her when she was spewing way more of an explanation that he needed. "I always wondered if that would work on you."

Sam looked at him with such an evil look, Jack almost gulped, but he didn't have time. The woman he was holding wrapped around him chose that moment to roll her own hips and contract her body in such a way that it felt like she was gripping his manhood and rubbing at the same time. Damn she was flexible, was the only coherent thought that registered before he brought his lips back to hers.

"Room," Sam managed as Jack released her mouth to nip at her jawline.

Adjusting Sam against him, Jack reached around her and thumbed the door open. "Mmmm furs," he growled at her as he carried them into the room. Sam laughed breathlessly. Jack was already lowering her to the ground and reaching for her clothes before the door made it all the way shut.

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Sam help Jack undress her as much as he would allow it. He kept batting her hands out of the way and pointing out she was on furs, which meant he got to unwrap her. She wasn't exactly sure how her laying on fur bestowed him with the right to undress her until he muttered "Fur etiquette, Carter," in a voice that told her she should know that. "You're my spoils; I dragged you back to the cave," he informed her with a twinkle in his eyes.

A rush of moisture flowed between her legs at the pictures that conjured in her mind and the feelings of primitive possession his statement elicited from her. She'd pick on him later about the caveman thing he had going on, but right now it was turning her on.

Jack took his time getting her naked. The little kisses and bites he was peppering over her flesh he exposed were driving her nuts. As soon as Jack had her naked, she reached for him, unable to wait any longer. Jack caught her hands and laid them above her head. "Stay put," he ordered. Sam groaned in protest, but she left her arms where he'd placed them.

Jack's hands were everywhere. He slid long fingers across her cheek, sliding his thumb across her lower lip, down over her hip and then back up. She groaned and tried to follow his fingers with her body, but he raised an eyebrow at her in warning. He was missing every important part of her that was crying for his attention.

"Jack!" she nearly shouted when he slid his hand across the underside of her breast just missing her aching nipple. She tried arching up into him but suddenly Sam found her head held steady by his long fingers as he brought his lips to hers. The intertwining of their tongues pulled another moan from her at the same time as it did from Jack.

Desire pooled low in her groin, forcing her to grind her wet core against the bulge of Jack's rock hard erection. She needed some release from the growing ache centered between her legs. She tightened her thigh muscles and circled her hips, continuing to rub herself against Jack. Sam growled in frustration at his clothes still separating them. She could hear a matching growl coming from Jack at the exact same time.

"Too many clothes," she managed to point out when they broke the kiss to breath.

"I like how you think, Carter," Jack agreed, turning them and allowing Sam her feet. They didn't take long shedding Jack's clothes. Sam turned to lay his things next to their bed, but she didn't' get that far. Jack's hands were on her hips, pulling her back against him. She turned over her shoulder and was rewarded when he leaned forward and buried his tongue in her mouth, using his hand to keep her face turned toward him even as he entered her from behind.

"Oh God, Jack," she shouted, unable to hold back. Jack was a large man. The angle that he was at as he entered her made Sam want to fall forward and stick her ass out to ease his way, but his strong arms around her held her in place.

"Easy, Samantha," Jack soothed. "Relax baby, you'll get used to the feel in a moment," he instructed, rocking slightly against her, but not moving that much. As she began to settle and feel more comfortable, Jack slid back and thrust powerfully back into her.

Sam jerked in his arms. Oh God, he was aimed directly at her G spot. She let out a moan that was almost a scream at the unexpected burst of sensation that jolted through her before settling low and hot in her belly. Each thrust drove her that much closer to the edge. When Jack reached down and slid a finger into her drenched folds to stroke the bundle of nerves hidden there, Sam saw stars. She screamed as her release hit her.

Jack was right there with her. He held tight and continued to drive into her, keeping her high and stretching her orgasm out. The intensity wasn't letting up and Sam wasn't sure that she could take much more. Suddenly, Jack stiffened and his thrusts became less coordinated. With one final stroke, he bit into her shoulder as he emptied himself against her womb. The extra pressure of the thrust combined with the sting of Jack's bite sent Sam hurtling over an edge she thought she'd already crossed. The sensation was so intense she couldn't shout, only groan deep in her chest, opening her mouth wordlessly and hold onto Jack's arms as she once again few apart.