The Great Divide
by ALC Punk!

Her senses were slowly over-loading. The moonlight was filling the room, Jack O'Neill was arching, thrusting into her, dick pulsing as he abruptly came, growling and grunting. He fell forward, pinning her to the bed for a moment, then rolling to the side and dealing with the condom by dropping it on the floor. He looked at her, smirking. "Wow."

"Yeah." She tried to smile, tried to feel the 'glow' her girlfriends used to talk about when they'd describe sex. She'd never felt it with Jonas, but then, she'd figured that was her own fault. The slight disquiet at never quite being perfect for him.

The Colonel smiled at her, traced a finger down one arm, then snuggled into the covers. "Good night, Sam."

"Night, sir." There were bits of her that itched, that demanded he finish what he'd started.

Of course, if she'd listened to the women she knew in college, she'd know that guys are always horrible the first time. She'd heard so many stories about how it took two or three times for them to get it right. And then with rolled eyes, the disclaimer that of *course* it was the woman's fault in the end.

In the end.

Yeah.

Sam shifted closer to him, wondering why she'd thought this would be any different.

There had been no special connection, no innate understanding. Grimacing, she pulled the sheet up to her chin and sighed softly. She should never have let him convince her to say he was sorry after playing at being a traitor. Yes, she'd been hurt, but letting him have sex with her was obviously a huge mistake.

Especially since he wasn't all that good. She wondered if this was the real reason Laira had turned down his offer to come back to Earth with him.

Or why his wife, Sara, had turned down his reconciliation attempts.

She snorted again. Yeah, there was a conversation she could sure see. "Hello, Mrs. O'Neill. I was wondering if you knew why your husband was bad in bed?"

Even Kynthia of Argos probably knew. Remembering how short a time there'd been between the Colonel being led off by her and finding him half-naked, she snorted. Again. Damn, she was beginning to sound like an old woman.

An old woman who'd just had the worst sex in her life.

It wasn't like she hadn't tried to encourage him in his efforts, and he certainly had caressing her naked skin down pat. But there'd been an oddly proprietary way to his touches, and he didn't seem to have a clue that she had a clitoris. She turned, her back to him. Okay, maybe the last was her own fault. She could have ensured her own pleasure, but she'd expected him to know.

Expectations sucked.

Deciding there was no point in staying the night, she slid from the bed and gathered up her discarded clothes. She sighed. He'd seemed to be so good, in the beginning. Anticipation had made her aroused, and then... Nothing.

A quick stop in the bathroom to clean herself up and dress, and then she left, letting herself out into the moonlit night.

She stood for a moment on the stoop, then walked to her car and got in.

Halfway home, she realized she was crying. Angrily pulling to the side of the road, she firmly told herself to get the fuck over it. It wasn't like this would be the last time she'd have sex with a man who was bad in bed.

The time according to her dashboard clock was barely past midnight.

Making a split second decision, Sam started driving again, her destination not her own house. With any luck, Cassie was at a sleepover, and Janet would still be awake.

The lights were on at the Frasier house, and Sam pulled up and hoped Janet wasn't entertaining anyone.

She wasn't.

"Sam!"

"Hey, Janet." Half-smiling, Sam shifted on her feet, "You're still up?"

"No, I was just drinking a glass of wine before bed. Cassie's over at her friend Julia's." The good doctor added, as if in anticipation of Sam's next question.

"Oh." Wine. Wine would be good. Sam tried her best puppy look, "Can I have a drink?"

"Sam, what happened?" There was immediate concern in Janet's eyes.

"Well..." Sam grabbed the bottle of wine and gulped down a mouthful. Better. "You remember how the Colonel..."

"You didn't!"

"I did. We did." Flopping into a chair, Sam sighed. "And, Janet, he's..."

"Huge, I know. God, Sam, how was it?" Her eyes glittering, Janet took the other chair and pressed for all the raunchy details.

"Well..."

Janet's eyes widened. "Sam, he wasn't bad, was he? I mean... I've -- he's -- " She put down her wine glass and gestured with her spread hands.

"Oh, he is large." Sam shuddered, "I didn't actually think it would fit, but he was so determined."

"And?"

"It hurt," she replied frankly. "And, Janet, he's... really bad in bed."

"How very sad." the petite doctor said, shaking her head sadly. "Tell me all the juicy details."

"Janet!"

"C'mon, Sam. You know all about everything I did with Daniel."

Making a face, Sam slumped into the chair and took another drink of wine. "I know. And I still can't sleep near him when we're off world."

"So? Spill."

"Well, I was anticipating something at least nice." She took a drink. "So, I was lubricated, and so was the condom I made him wear." A frown touched her lips, "He almost refused, but I told him I'd leave. So, it wasn't like there wasn't enough lubrication. He just... There was no technique, at all. I could have been some faceless whore he paid for sex."

"Did he even try?"

"I think so. There was a half-hearted attempt to suck my nipples." Sam snorted, "I get better play from a too-tight bra."

"Damn." Janet drank the last of her glass and held it out for a refill.

Handing over the bottle, Sam stood. "This requires tequila, Janet."

"Second shelf from the top of the cupboard!" Her friend called as she went into the kitchen.

Returning, Sam poured herself a shot and downed it, then poured a second and sighed. "Damnit."

"So, Sam, is this going to be a problem?"

Recognizing the words her best friend had spoken months before when she was working herself to the bone to bring the Colonel back from Edora, she snorted. "Hell, no. I'll tell him the apology is accepted, and move on. If he presses the issue, I'll tell him I'm not interested. If there's a huge problem, I'll transfer."

"Okay." Janet considered, "I don't think he'd do anything to screw your career over."

"Thank god for that." Sam downed two more shots in quick succession and sighed happily. "Janet, I'm sleeping on your couch tonight."

"Duh."

"In fact, now might be a good time." Carefully making her way to the white and cream couch, Sam flopped onto the cushions with a sigh. "Wake me when the world ends."

Janet chuckled softly, and settled a blanket on her. "Good night, Sam, you wonderful lightweight."

"And pushover," she mumbled. "Don't forget pushover."

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