Losin' My Religion
by ALC Punk!

"They..." Words failed her, and she swallowed. "Sir?" The word was almost a squeak.

"Captain." He sounded strained.

"We..."

"It's a cliche. I hate cliches."

"Yes." The bed still filled her vision. The covers were royal blue with golden accents, and she almost wanted to touch them to see if they were as plush as they looked. "Sir?"

"I don't think General Hammond will, uh, object..."

God. She didn't want to think about the regulations, or Hammond right at the moment. "We can't just... fake it, sir?"

She could hear him swallow, but she refused to turn and look at him. "They said they'd know. And, they, uh... would."

He was right, of course. Their captors would be able to tell easily that they hadn't... consumated things. There would be bodily fluids and naked flesh, sweat -- Sam Carter really tried hard not to imagine how nice it would be to see Jack O'Neill's naked flesh. Against hers. Sliding. "Can't we, just..." A blush colored her cheeks. "Masturbate?"

"Lubrication." He answered.

Ah. "Right." Giving in to the inevitable, she sighed. If nothing else, they could get this over with. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex before. It just had never been under this kind of circumstance. "Well," she reached up and began undoing the collar of the robe they'd dressed her in. It was slit on the side so she could take it off without the cuff getting in the way. "At least they didn't make us wear too elaborate a costume."

"Captain, what--"

"Sir. Colonel. No, Jack." She finally turned to look at him and tried to smile. "They won't let us go until we do this. And if I'm going to have sex with you, you'd better call me Sam."

"Look, Sam, I..." He blushed.

Sam Carter had never thought she'd see Jack O'Neill blush. "Jack?"

"I've never done this before."

The phrase was said in a rushed mumble, and it took her a minute to decipher them. When she did, her eyes widened. "But, sir--Jack. You were married. You had a child..."

"Sara's cousin." He stopped, ran a hand through his hair. "He'd gotten her pregnant, then did a damned stupid thing and gotten himself killed in a car crash. She was distraught, upset, her family... well, even in the 80's, unwed mothers were mocked."

"Oh." Completely at a loss, she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. Unfortunately, this stretched her arm across her chest, and his hand brushed against her shoulder. "Sir?"

"You were calling me Jack. Sam." And he bent forward and kissed her.

The kiss was gentle, and caught her off-guard. She found herself responding, kissing him back. And for just a moment, the fantasies that she never admitted to cascaded across her mind. Having sex with Jack O'Neill wasn't something that she normally allowed to take up most of her mental capacity. And the idea that he was, to all intents and purposes, a virgin, made her feel strange.

But he wasn't a bad kisser.

After a while, she had her free hand playing with the hair on the back of his neck, and the other helping him stay in his rather awkward position. She pulled back. "That has to be uncomfortable."

He blinked at her.

"C'mere." She moved back onto the bed, kneeling in the middle. Their arms were stretched out for a moment, then he climbed on after her. The nervousness was gone. They were stuck, and for better or for worse, she was going to deflower her commanding officer. It almost made her smirk. "Kiss--"

Lips. Dimly, she realized that just because he was a virgin didn't mean he didn't kiss well. And, the gentle, tentative man who'd stood at the side of the bed was gone. A moan of surprise escaped her when his free hand slid under the robe, caressing the skin it found. It traveled to her back and she arched against him, pressing herself into his body.

She pulled back slightly, panting. "Not bad."

The hand splayed across her back, fingertips dragging against her skin. "I've read up on the subject."

"Good." A movement, and he toppled backwards. Her hand went up under his robe, stroking across his legs. He whimpered. "Now be a good boy, and don't move." Both hands shoved the cloth out of the way, and she knelt there for a moment, eyeing him. He was half-hard. Meeting his eyes, she leaned over and began licking the length of his cock with careful, broad strokes.

One ex had told her she was good at giving head. Jonas had liked her to do it while on her knees, said it turned him on. Even now, she had the sneaking suspicion that he'd liked the idea that she was nothing more than a two-bit hooker. It simply gave him that much more control over her.

She stopped and began licking and kissing her way up his side and stomach. Her hand was busy, slowly stroking him, bringing him up and hard. His hand began touching her where he could. Her head, threading fingers into her hair. She liked the sounds he made as she slowly worked across his chest, mouth closing around his nipples one at a time, making him gasp.

A movement, and she found herself rolled, the robe tangling around her enough that she couldn't move. "Jack--"

His lips pressed against her throat and he was returning her teasing caresses with fervor. By the time he'd nipped his way down to her shoulders, she'd gotten her hand free again and threaded her fingers into his hair, tugging hard.

"What?"

"I can't move."

He paused, and a smirk twisted his lips, his hips moved against hers and she moaned, wanting his skin against hers.

"Jack." She bucked her hips upwards, catching him between them. "Get. Off."

"Yes, ma'am." He ground against her once, then moved.

Between them, they got the robes off, then she simply sat there, staring at him as he stared back.

"Nice," he mumbled, reaching out to trail a hand down her arm. She shivered at the contact. "You still ok with this?"

She shifted, opening her legs and dragging their joined wrists down between them. She was used to her own fingers, knowing exactly where to stroke. There was dampness there already, his kisses and the feel of him against her lips enough to make her anticipate the end result. He watched the way she stroked herself for a moment, then added his own fingers into the mix, sliding them across her and making her gasp.

"What now?" His voice was raspy, his eyes dark as he looked at her.

"Watch." She slid a finger inside of herself, then drew it out. Then back in. It was one of the most erotic experiences she'd ever had, and she wanted to laugh hysterically. Finger-fucking herself with her commanding officer hand-cuffed to her because aliens had threatened to kill them if they didn't have sex.

"Can I do that?"

She shuddered, "Please." Her finger slid back up to stroke her clitoris, and his finger fumbled slightly, then slipped into her. For a moment, he wriggled it, watching the way she twitched. Then he began moving it in and out, stroking her with even, careful movements.

Between the movement of her own fingers and the movement of his one, and the watching dark eyes, Sam began to feel the tension and pleasure spike along her spine. Resisting the need to flop backwards, she hunched slightly and rocked, gasping for breath. "More."

Without missing a stroke, a second finger joined the first, and she gave in to the urge and fell backwards, arching against the soft plush blankets beneath her.

His tongue began licking around her breasts and chest, and the sensation was just enough to push her over that last piece of the edge.

Wordlessly, she climaxed, mouth open, eyes closed.

"Hey." His breath swept across her sweat-damp skin, and she shivered.

"Hey."

A smirk filled his lips as he looked at her. "So. Wow, huh?"

"Oh, yeah."

His fingers flexed inside of her, and an aftershock ran up her spine. He looked surprised. "Uh..."

Grabbing his shoulder, she tugged, "C'mere."

He shifted upwards, and kissed her hungrily. Her fingers slid up into his hair while his free hand began stroking the skin of her shoulder. She pulled their bound hands away to the side and tugged, his body sliding across hers. They both moaned as he brushed against her.

Then he was nestled between her legs.

For a moment, they both fumbled, then she took him in a gentle grip and positioned him against her. His hips jerked forward, and he didn't quite make it. She wanted to laugh at the irritation in his grunt of annoyance as he pulled back. "Hold still," she whispered against his lips.

He stilled.

She shifted, repositioning him, and drew up her legs. He slid in, slightly, then stopped.

"Move, Jack." She arched, and he thrust, and suddenly he was buried deep inside. A soft moan escaped her. She rocked her hips, and it was his turn to moan.

Slowly, he pulled out, then pushed back in, she flexed her internal muscles, hearing his reaction as his breath hitched.

Then he was moving faster, awkward, at first, until he had a halting rhythm going. It was maddening to feel that he almost had it right--but it wasn't quite, and she couldn't think enough to be able to tell him how to fix it. And then something seemed to click, and his hips pushed in tight and pulled out and it wasn't a perfect rhythm, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched, trying to pull him in deeper.

Minutes passed, he bit and suckled every inch of skin he could until their combined movements distracted him too much. It was his turn and he came with a guttural moan, his mouth closing on her left nipple with a sudden fierceness that made her gasp.

He relaxed against her for a moment, then moved to one side and dragged their joined hands back between her legs. His fingers slid into her, easier than last time she was so very slick, and she yelped. "Jack--"

Two fingers, and he seemed to have figured out where her clitoris was because his thumb brushed it. "You didn't--" The thumb waggled, the fingers twitched, and Sam groaned.

"No, but--"

In and out, around, and her hips bucked upwards, his mouth closed on hers and he drank down her sudden cry.

He was smirking again.

"You didn't have to do that." Her voice was soft, drowsy.

"Wanted to." He shifted some more, dragging her against him. "Cold?"

"Mm." Her free hand was between them and his was beneath her. They stretched their joined arms out and snagged the blanket. With one or two murmured curses, they succeeded in covering themselves. She snuggled back into his chest and sighed. "Night, sir."

"Night, Carter."

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