Nine Days

Title: NINE DAYS

Author: Anna Hayward

Email: anna@ratbag.demon.co.uk

Status: Complete

Category: Definitely adult, SJ coupling/romance, PWP

Rating: NC17

Season/Sequel Info: Set between Seasons 3 & 4

Spoilers: Nemesis, Small Victories

Archive: SJAdult, Heliopolis

Summary/Plot: You want a plot?
Missing scene between "Nemesis" and "Small Victories". What really happened on P4X-234?

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, 
World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for
entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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NINE DAYS

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It had been a full nine days since Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter and Teal'c had gated off Thor's ship in the battle against the Replikators, onto the pleasant, but primitive planet on which they now found themselves.

Every day, morning and evening, they had dialled the gate, waiting for Earth to get the beta gate 
on line.

"I've got a feeling we're going to get through today, sir," said Sam, unable to disguise a slight tinge of disappointment in her voice, as she contemplated the Stargate in front of them.

"Ya think?" replied Jack, sitting next to her on the rock and placing an affectionate hand on her thigh. "Regrets?"

"No." She shook her head. "Well, only that we have to go back to reality."

"Reckon you can handle it?"

"I guess I'll have to," she replied. She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms round his waist, holding him tight. "It's been heaven..."

"You betch'ya. Even better than fishing," he agreed, stroking her hair. "You know, you'd better get to a hairdresser when we get back - your hair will give us away!"

"Well you need a shower - you stink like a pig!" she retorted, in mock indignation.

"You forgot to call me sir," he teased. "And I took a bath in the lake!"

"We were fucking in the damn lake!" she laughed, jostling him, and almost over-balancing him in the process. "Along with pretty much everywhere else!"

He blocked her playful attempts at swiping him.

"You like to play rough, Major?" he teased, pushing her down onto the grass and sitting astride her, loosely holding her arms. She pretended to try and bite him, snapping wickedly at his nose, while he started laughing in a way that could only be described as a giggle.

"Ow - my fucking knee!" he swore, grabbing the offending joint, uncertain whether to concentrate on the pain or continue laughing at her antics.

"I thought it wasn't giving you any trouble these days?" Sam replied, somewhat concerned.

"Well, if you will insist on jumping me at every possible opportunity... Might I remind you that I'm an old man. Look," he said, indicating with his hand, "grey hairs!"

She giggled.

"Cute," she said.

The play-fight didn't last long. Jack was unable to resist the temptation and bent over to plant a passionate kiss on her lips, releasing her arms in the process. She wrapped them around his shoulders
and pulled him on to his side.

"I thought you wanted to fight?"

"Mmmmm, no," she mumbled, carefully undoing the buttons of his shirt, kissing each exposed area of flesh as she did so. Eventually, she reached the last button and flung the shirt to one side, covering 
his body with kisses, from his throat to his naval, stopping only when she got to his belt. She had his belt undone in a trice and her hand went straight for his fly.

"Again?" he feigned protest, deliberately turning over onto his back so she had a better reach of his fly zipper. She grinned with a look of triumph as she found what she was rummaging for in his pants.

"This doesn't say no," she said, grinning wickedly, gently grabbing his arousal and running her hand 
along it's length. Jack shut his eyes and groaned.

"Okay, Okay!" he said. "I'll find the strength from somewhere. At least if this kills me, I'll die with a smile on my face."

She placed her hands around his neck, and leaned over him, meeting his eyes, a shadow crossing 
her face.

"Let's not talk about dying, eh, Jack?"

"Hey, kid, the Goa'uld couldn't kill me, the Replikators couldn't kill me. Hell, even the Mess Hall cooking couldn't kill me!" he reassured her. "I think that makes me pretty much invincible."

He grinned at her cheekily.

"Sam, hun, we have to go back soon. But at the moment, we are alone, with no prying eyes or regs 
to worry about."

He kissed her neck.

"Teal'c knows where we are, doesn't he?"

"Sure, Sam, but he's meditating and will be a few hours more."

She sighed, moving her face closer to his, her lips parted.

They kissed again, this time urgently, aggressively, their tongues thrusting into one another's mouths, possessing each other; hands roaming all over each other's bodies, pushing clothing aside, seeking
out tender places to caress.

Jack's pants were far too tight, even with the fly undone.

He broke away from her, pushing her onto her back and pushed down his pants. Sitting up, he 
tackled her pants fly. "Possibly, in the next few hours, we could be back in the SGC as 
Colonel O'Neill and his 2IC."

He seemed ambivalent about this prospect, running his hand slowly along the top of her waistband, giving her delightful tingling sensation in her crotch. She helped him by wriggling as he pulled down her pants, and removed her boots.

"Until then..." he said, pushing up her T-shirt and bra, and cupping her breasts with his hands, "I'm 
going to make the best of our time together."

He leaned over her and took her breast in his mouth, sucking and curling his tongue deliciously round 
her erect nipple. Her body started shuddering.

"I'm all sweaty!" she giggled.

"So am I," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "Wonder how we got that way?"

He fixed his mouth on the other nipple, licking and nipping ever so gently with his teeth, his hand 
making it's way inside her panties. He played with her pubic hair, stroking it and gently curling it around his fingers, as her wetness spread to meet his finger-tips and Sam lost all semblance of control, 
throwing her head back and moaning in pleasure.

She started to buck, fearing she might orgasm then and there, before he'd even got her panties off, 
but he pulled his hand away and deftly removed them, discarding them as he finally pulled them off her feet, and pulling her socks off to join them. Sam finished the undressing process by tugging off her bra and T-shirt and then met his kiss again.

He broke away from her and knelt, with some difficulty, in front of her, parting her legs with his big hands, to reveal her pussy, engorged and throbbing with the heat of her passion. For a moment, she 
did not know what he would do, but then he plunged his face into her, fixing his mouth over her pussy, sucking her clit and lapping her copious juices, his tongue playing in an exquisite circular motion in her entrance.

She groaned, throwing her head back, holding his head with her hands, her body rigid with the agony 
of pleasure that he was inflicting on her.

He nibbled her clit ever so gently with his teeth, his tongue invading every part of her, tasting her 
hot sweetness

"No! No! Oh God, Jack!" she moaned, not wanting him to stop but barely able to stand the sensations that were coursing through her body, like several thousand volts of direct current.

All thought left her mind. She was here, with her lover, in their own universe, his tongue exploring, drinking in her pleasure, driving her mad with desire; no regs, no SGC, no faking disinterest in each other.
She cried out again, her voice now an incoherent scream.

The feeling surged through her like a Tsunami, her body tensing and twitching, shuddering and convulsing as she came, her juices pouring into his mouth so strongly, he was barely able to keep 
from choking.

He knelt up, admiring the beautiful woman he's just turned into a quivering mass, now lying relaxed in post-orgasmic haze. She looked up and smiled at him.

"Had enough?" he said, knowing the answer before she gave it.

She snarled like a wolf, and knelt up to face him.

"Watch it, Colonel! I bite!"

She flashed her perfectly white teeth at him in an evil smile, before grabbing his hard cock with her hand, and licking her lips as she went down on him.

She took him a little way into her mouth, allowing her teeth to scrape gently against his tip, before pulling away, teasingly.

"Oh, it's my turn, is it?" he laughed, softly.

She teased his tip with her tongue, using her teeth in such a way as he feared she might bite him and half wished she would. Her saliva mixed with his juices as she found each crook and cranny with her insistent tongue, her hand cupping his balls as she did so. His cock throbbed, becoming even harder 
than before, and he shut his eyes, imagining her taking him all the way into his mouth.

He didn't have to imagine for long. Just when he thought that all she would do was tease him, she took most of his length into her mouth, and sucked hard, pressing his shaft with her lips, her tongue still flicking over his tip and tickling that sensitive spot at its base. The throbbing in his cock became more insistent, unavoidable.

"No!" he protested, gently pushing her head away from him. "I want to come inside you!"

She slid her mouth off his cock, her tongue trailing along it's length
and raised her head to his, a wolfish grin on her face.

Without a word, she lay on her back, pulling him on top of her, her hands grasping his firm, muscular ass. She brought her knees up, wrapping her long legs around his back, and wriggled her hips until his
shaft was poised before her entrance. He felt the delicious wetness on his tip and then, with one athletic movement, she clamped her legs around him and brought him in.

He felt her pussy tighten around him as he slid into her moist depths. She shut her eyes and parted her lips, groaning wantonly as he entered.
He tried to kiss her, but she avoided his mouth, preferring instead to suck and nibble at his neck.

Jack was torn between earth-shattering enjoyment and concern.

"Don't!" he said. "How am I going to explain a hickie?"

She caught his eye and bit her lip.

"Sorry," she said, not losing her stride in the slightest.

He began to rock, thrusting gently at first, but she reinforced his thrusts by contracting her thighs, her internal muscles gripping his cock in rhythmic spasms.

"Harder! More!" she demanded, breathless, as his thrusts became deeper and harder at her insistence, his cock sliding easily in her wetness, her ankles crossed on his back.

She caught his mouth and began kissing him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth, their tongues matching the movement of their bodies, her fingers digging into his back as they fought for purchase. Their movements became faster, more frantic. She broke free from the kiss and threw her head back, gasping for air as he rocked on top of her. He began to moan, losing control of all of his senses as her body began to judder in his arms and she yelped in her passion.

He began to lose himself in the overwhelming sensations of making love to this woman. They rammed their bodies together, she attempting to muffle her screams by pressing her open mouth to his shoulder, her body writhing beneath him; he grunting, oblivious to their surroundings, his eyes tight shut as his brain became over-loaded by the sensations.

Suddenly, she wailed as if in exquisite agony and her whole body shaking as the tidal wave of her orgasm overwhelmed them both. As it hit, he found himself coming with equal intensity, his pelvis involuntarily thrusting hard and deep into her as if he were being struck by jolts of electricity. Her body bucked in sympathy and she bit her nails into his back, her thighs squeezing him so hard, he feared she might crush the life out of him.

"My God!" she screamed. "My God!"

He screwed up his face and let out a deep cry as his cock released it's load into her in pulsing bursts.

The tension left their bodies, their strength gone in the force of their mutual orgasm. Her legs flopped down from his back as he rested his head on her shoulder. They lay together, still joined for the 
moment, panting from their exertions, their bodies glistening with sweat.

"You're incredible," he gasped, wearily kissing her.

She gently indicated for him to get off her and they lay side-by-side, hand in hand, as they recovered, breathing hard, gazes locked together, their eyes drinking each other in.

*****

"I didn't get my boots off," Jack observed, when they finally decided to get up.

"Never mind," she shrugged, "your feet aren't your best feature."

"Oh? And what, in your expert opinion, is my best feature?" he said, feigning hurt. He hauled his pants 
up and did his fly.

A wicked look crossed Sam's face, as she sat up and grabbed her panties and bra.

"Your ass."

"Ya think?" he replied, with a grin. He replaced his shirt. "Sweet. I didn't know women were into that 
sort of thing. I thought they were more into 'Personality' and a fat pocket book?"

"No," she scolded. "Nice ass, nice legs, nice eyes..." She stood up, now wearing her underwear, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Oh, same as the guys then?"

She grinned.

"Pretty much."

"So, how'd I measure up?" he asked, sardonically.

"Let's see now," she grinned coyly. "You've definitely got the ass." She cupped his tight buttocks with her hands and squeezed sensuously. "Legs are long and straight, strong without being over-muscled." Her eyes traced the outline of his legs in a way that made him go hard again. "And eyes..." She looked into his velvety brown eyes and fell in love all over again. "Gorgeous!" she breathed.

"I love you," said Jack, catching her gaze, a sudden, uncharacteristic seriousness in his voice.

A broad smile spread across her face that could light up the whole galaxy.

"I love you too." She sighed. "Why did we waste so much time?"

"I don't know," he replied, sadly, passing the rest of her clothes to her. "Worried about the regs? 
Scared of losing our friendship? Being total idiots?"

They hurriedly finished getting dressed.

"Still, we must be careful," Sam reminded him. "I don't want to lose my career over this."

"Our secret, honey," he agreed. "Oh, and Teal'c's, of course."

"What about Daniel?" said Sam, suddenly alarmed.

"Space Monkey wouldn't notice the nose on his own face, unless it's a thousand years old and covered in hieroglyphics!"

Sam giggled. "You're right! Poor Daniel! Still, even if he suspects, he wouldn't do anything to get us 
into trouble. He told me he thinks we would make a wonderful couple."

"He said that?" said Jack, incredulously.

"Yeah, sure, you betch'ya!"

"You're going to drop us in it if you don't stop impersonating me like that!" Jack laughed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her again.

She pressed her hips into him, feeling him hard once more, but they had to go. They reluctantly 
broke apart.

"OK, Major," said Jack, putting on his Commanding Officer persona again. "Better fetch Teal'c and dial 
up the gate and see if we can get back to reality. I've got a good feeling about it this time."

*****

Minutes later, they crossed the event horizon in the SGC, with nothing more than messed up hair and sweaty bodies to betray them.

"I'd happy to de-brief you all, after I've debriefed myself of a nice hot shower," said Colonel Jack O'Neill.

"Permission to shower, granted," General Hammond replied. "In fact, I insist on it, Colonel."

Sam was sure he looked at her hair with a strange look in his eye. As if he were wondering quite what they could have been doing on P4X-234 that would cause such a hair disaster.

*****
"There's only one thing better than a nice hot shower," said Jack, as they stripped off their filthy 
clothes in the locker room.

"Oh, sir?" said Sam.

"A nice hot shower with a beautiful woman I happen to be in love with."

"You're still horny?" she said, grinning incredulously.

"This should not get old," he replied, and pulled his woman into the shower.

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THE END

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