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Title: Time
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: Stargate EssGeeWun
Category: Romance, angst.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: Adult
Summary: “What are we doing?” – Set during Upgrades.
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song’s not mine either, that would be Maria McKee’s “Show me heaven.”
Author’s notes: Written for [info]bowersbabe
Date: 02/10/06
Copyright to Venom, 2006

***

I'm not denying
We're flying above it all
Hold my hand, don't let me fall
You've such amazing grace
I've never felt this way

***

“Do you hear that?”

“Yes.”

His answer is breathed out against her skin and Sam falters for a second, her reply dying on her lips in favor of a moan before she swallows it roughly and firmly orders her mind to co-operate and not focus on the teeth that nip at her neck. “It sounds like…”

“I know.”

It’s been close to an hour in their time, but to the approaching guards, only a few moments have passed.

She’s tempted to work out the science behind it, but his lips have migrated to her breast through her shirt and bra and Sam has suddenly found it hard to breath.

***

“Do you know where the Naquadah will be?”

“Not exactly, Sir.” Carter shrugged, glancing around the corner, looking for Jaffa. Despite the fact that they could run them down before they saw it coming, literally, they were still cautious. “I’m sure Daniel wont have too many problems locating it.”

“Spider sense?”

She huffed in amusement. “Something like that Sir.”

“This ship is pretty big.”

Size matters and all that. Sam thinks, staying silent.

“You sure we have enough C4?”

“We could probably blow up half of America with the amount in our packs, Sir.”

Three guards come towards them, patrolling. They share a quick glance before taking off in a light jog, knocking the three from their feet before they know what hit them.

O’Neill looks at the fallen men, tapping one of them lightly with his boot and watching him slide easily across the floor, coming to rest behind one of the pillars. “These are definitely one of the cooler alien things we’ve run across over the years.”

***

“What are we doing?”

“Breaking about a dozen regulations, endangering the mission, being incredibly stupid and risking our own lives.” Sam replies, pushing her hips into his. “Not to mention the fact that if we get shot like this, the guys will have one hell of a report to write.”

The wall is hard against her back and the glow of the fire from the torches heats her already flushed skin. Her legs are wound around his hips, her body being held up by his arms.

They are being stupid by doing this, she knows. It’s definitely the most adventurous place she’s ever had sex. And despite whatever time difference they have found themselves in, it’s still risky and irresponsible and foolish.

But damn, it’s hot.

Jack’s thrusts don’t slow or falter and his grin his smug. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

***

I’m going to die, she thinks. This is it.

Jack is on the other side of the force field – and he has no idea how grateful she is for that fact. He is beating at the shimmering blue that separates them and Sam is just a little afraid of the desperation in his eyes.

“Sir, just go!”

“No!”

“Sir…”

He stops then.

Sam can feel the lump in her throat, the tightness in her chest, the moisture in her eyes.

She is going to die and it is quite possibly the most ridiculous thought to have but she is unimaginably grateful that if she is to die now – and it’s going to take a damn miracle to get her out of this – then at least she knows what it feels like to have him inside of her. She wont have to go into whatever afterlife awaits her with regrets.

Jack’s own eyes are glistening and she can read every emotion that he’s having and knows that they are mirrored in her own eyes for him to see.

She has to bite her lip to stop herself saying something. I love you. I’m sorry. Please leave, please don’t die because of me. Leave! Run, damn you, run! Anything she says now will be empty and, try as she might, Sam knows that he wont leave her.

Heavy footsteps come from behind her.

Well. Get shot or blown up, Carter. Take your pick.

The ground shakes beneath them and they both crumple to the floor.

***

He pushes her against the wall.

“What are you…?”

She doesn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before his tongue is pushed between her lips and all coherent thought flees from her mind.

He tastes sweet, a faint hint of the pie that he consumed before they left.

When he pulls back, his breath fans across her cheek as they make eye contact and she is just a little too breathless for her liking. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I should have done four years ago.”

“And that is?”

“Push you against the nearest surface and fuck your brains out.”

Well, when he puts it quite like that… “OK.”

***

She is going to die, he thinks. This is it.

Sam is on the other side of the force field – and she has no idea of the terror that bubbles inside him because of that fact. He is beating at the shimmering blue that separates them and Jack is just a little afraid of the desperation he feels.

“Sir, just go!”

“No!”

“Sir…”

He stops then.

He can feel the lump in his throat, the tightness in his chest, the moisture in his eyes.

She is going to die and it is quite possibly the most ridiculous thought to have but he is unimaginably grateful that if she is to die now – and it’s going to take a damn miracle to get her out of this – then at least he knows what it feels like to be inside of her. He wont have to watch her go into whatever afterlife awaits her with regrets. And he wont have to follow her with regrets of his own.

Sam’s own eyes are glistening and he can read every emotion that she’s having and knows that they are mirrored in his own eyes for her to see.

He has to bite his lip to stop herself saying something. I love you. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave, please don’t die. Don’t make me watch this. Not again. Anything he says now will be empty and, try as he might, Jack knows that there is nothing that he can do.

Heavy footsteps come from behind her.

Which will take her first? An explosion or a staff weapon? Which will I have to watch?

The ground shakes beneath them and they both crumple to the floor.

***

She is going to come and it is going to be loud.

Jack supports her with one arm now; his other hand is busy manipulating her clit as he continues to thrust into and against her.

A sheen of sweat covers her, even through the clothes that she still wears. Her pants are hanging off one leg, the metal of her belt clicking against the back of his knee with each movement. It’s undignified and she must be a mess, but she really can’t bring herself to care.

It might be the armbands or it might be a testament to her partner’s skill, but just before she screams, Sam thinks that she is going to die.

“Sir!”

***

The blue force field between them falls.

“Did you see that?”

She feels so empty without the strength running through her veins and it is only now that she really feels its absence. Her body is weak as she rises from the floor and Sam isn’t sure that she has the ability to stand, let alone make their escape.

Jack grabs her arm. “Come on.”

They run.

***

End

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