Sands Through The...

Title: Sands Through The…
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Stargate EssGeeWun
Rating: ADULT
Summary: SG-1's Annual Week of Normality. (Copyright to Jack O'Neill.)
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: Sex
Warnings: Sand
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Daryl Braithwaite. Title shamelessly stolen from Days Of Our Lives. Written for

holdouttrout and it’s only just occurred to me that she might not read smut… :S
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 05/03/07

***

One summer, I’ll find a way
One summer, will always remain
One summer, remember the way

***

It wasn't so much that Sam didn't appreciate what they had done - and, considering that three males had been the organizers, she thought that she ought to be grateful that she wasn't spending her week on someone's sofa with the latest Need For Speed game playing constantly - it was just that... well, there were some issues that came with spending a week at the beach.

They weren't necessarily bad issues - tan lines were debatable, but the cool water was never going to be a negative - there were just a few things that she didn’t think the boys had considered when they picked the destination for SG-1's Annual Week of Normality. (Copyright to Jack O'Neill.)

"Why aren't you happy about this?" Daniel asked with a frown.

"I am happy." She was, she really was.

There was a bar nearby that would serve them nigh on anything that they wanted.

There was a restaurant also nearby that had the same policy as the bar and, more importantly, the restaurant served alcohol.

The beach went on forever, white grains of sand perfectly melding with the clear blue water and their back door opened onto it.

A large assortment of coral lived just a five minute swim from the shore and if she wore some goggles, she knew that she'd have some amazing views.

And she could take pictures with the underwater camera that was loaned - stolen - from some of the General's more shady Naval friends.

It was perfect, with the exception for one tiny - heh - detail.

"You don't look happy."

Daniel, bless him, had to have been female in a past life, she decided.

He was far too sensitive to be the owner/operator of a penis.

"I have issues with sand." She finally admitted, when his puppy dog face got to be too much to look at.

"Issues with sand?" Daniel blinked slowly as he repeated her words. "What sort of issues could you possibly have with sand?"

"Have you ever had sand caught in your bathers?"

He frowned. "That's your issues with sand?"

"Hey!" She glared at him. "Let us not forget that you are the one with a strong aversion to non-moving escalators."

Surely his fear was much more pathetic than hers.

"So let me get this straight. You said you were sick of going to the cabin or Washington, or any city for that matter, so we decided that for SG-1's Annual Week Of Normality," Copyright to Jack O'Neill, "We would rent a few cabins by the beach and spend the week lazing about. And rather than enjoying the bar, or the restaurant, or the pool, or the beautiful beach or the general awesomeness of this resort, you're worried about getting sand in your swimmers?"

"Firstly, is awesomeness even a word? Secondly, sand in ones swimmers is like sandpaper on bare flesh." She was very tempted to offer him a demonstration, but there was too much of an ick factor involved with the idea of rubbing sand on his anything. "Thirdly, I realize that you guys forget this one a lot, but I am a girl.”

The General, carrying a large cooler, stopped halfway between the truck and the cabin and wolf-whistled. "Hard to miss the fact that you're a girl when you're wearing a bikini, Carter!"

She was totally gonna ignore that one.

Sam continued to focus on Daniel as she squelched the urger to cover herself with some heavy sweat pants and a big, bulky sweater. "As a girl, sand in my swimmers is something that I care about."

"Sam, seriously. It’s just sand."

He was far too amused by this whole situation.

Asshat.

"Fine, whatever you say Daniel." She rolled her eyes when he was too busy gloating to notice. "I'll ignore the sand in the swimsuit issue and just focus on having a good time."

He nodded. "Excellent."

***

Sand in the swimsuit or not, Sam decided that it was a waste of far too much energy to try and stay mad at the boys - though Teal's was mostly innocent in this particular scenario - and tried to focus simply on having a good time.

They swam, ate, drank - Teal’c doing more of the eating than the drinking - and worked on their tans. (Teal'c didn't bother getting involved in that one at all.)

Despite her words on the first day, Sam couldn't help mentally growling in Daniel's general direction every time he looked at her with anything resembling amusement.

Instead of having it out with him, Sam was going to silently laugh at his obtuseness.

She planned to relish the fact that, despite is blatant attempt to get her and the General in the same room since the General's promotion almost a year ago, Daniel didn't appear to notice that they were having sex on a regular basis.

While they hadn’t exactly announced it - though Jack had mentioned something about a newspaper article and a radio announcement before she'd distracted him by letting her tongue fight that particular battle for her - they hadn't exactly been hiding it either.

When the weekend came, she was nowhere to be found.

When her shift ended, she left the SGC.

When she got leave, she took it.

Hell, when they arrived at the cabin, Jack had carried both of their bags into the larger of the four bedrooms.

Heh.

Daniel was so obtuse.

But, still.

Having something to privately snicker over whenever he looked like he even considered being amused was pretty good.

Secrecy, sun, surf and shagging.

What more could a girl really want?

Well... a sand-proof swimsuit would have made it perfect.

***

For all of her initial protests, Sam was very well aware that she had quickly gotten into the spirit of his suggested ‘relaxation activity.’

Jack was nothing if not persistent - not to mention adventurous, as her current position attested to - and he knew exactly how to push her buttons into getting her to agree to his wishes.

She reached down and clutched a fistful of his hair desperately.

Distantly, she briefly considered the fact that there was sand creeping into non-sand-friendly places, but the pad of Jack’s tongue pushed that thought from her mind and Sam clutched harder at his hair.

Unconsciously, her hips pushed up against his mouth even as her hand held him where she needed his attention focussed, the sand already well on its way to being forgotten.

His lips closed around her clit, licking and sucking as she gasped wantonly, straining towards the powerful release that she could feel swelling within her

He hummed - or perhaps spoke - and the vibrations pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

When he thrust two fingers inside of her, she knew that she was gone and her body clenched in sweet release as she cried out a muffled and garbled version of his name.

Jack didn’t give her time to recover as he moved up her body, lips finding hers as he pushed into her fluttering walls.

Moaning into the kiss, Sam clutched at his hips as he started to move.

***

“It’s not funny!” She yelled through the door.

The voice that called back to her was tainted with amusement and she knew that laughter boiled just beneath the surface. “Come on Carter, it’s a little funny.”

Once again, she was faced with the temptation to offer a demonstration of sand and its evil properties - and this time the ick factor was null and void since she got up close and personal with Jack’s body on a regular basis - but the burning sensation made its presence known once move and she winced as she applied a cool washcloth.

“Carter, open the door.”

“No!”

“I might be able to help…”

She wasn’t that stupid.

He just wanted to laugh at her with a visual image as well as whatever mental ones he had constructed.

“No!”

“What’s wrong with Sam?” She heard Daniel’s voice through the door and cringed.

“Uh…” Jack coughed, clearly unable to formulate and appropriate excuse. “Erm…”

“I have sand up the clacker, OK?” Frustrated - and still stinging under the washcloth - Sam screeched her response through the closed door and didn’t stop to consider that she probably shouldn’t be sharing that kind of information with Daniel.

Eerie silence was all that met her words.

Frowning, she dabbed some calamine lotion onto the cloth and eyed the door warily. “Daniel?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes?”

Wincing again as she applied the supposedly soothing liquid, Sam kept her eyes focused on the door and hoped that her glare would penetrate the wood. “Stop laughing.”

***

End