Satisfy This
by ALC Punk!

"Yes!" The Colonel grabbed her, hands fastening on her shoulders. He gave her a shake. "And so am I!"

Anger bubbled along her skin. How dare he treat her like this? Some level of her brain was frantically telling her she wasn't being rational. That she was, in fact, full of a drug and withdrawal and anger and tension. But it was a small part, and it disappeared because her skin was itching and her head ached. She wondered, suddenly, if one addiction could be fought with another.

So she kissed him.

It wasn't quite that simple. He was still holding her at arm's length. But he wasn't expecting her to suddenly move closer, and she had her own grip on his flak vest. A swift jerk and she was against him.

There was nothing nice about the kiss. They were both angry and frustrated, and the first few seconds were hard lips and clashing teeth, and then their mutual passion flared up.

For a millisecond, before she shifted her grip and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, she hazily wondered if this was what she really wanted. There were a whole set of protocols for dealing with Jack O'Neill, and none of them included this. Most of them regarded repeated self-admonitions about leaving it in the room.

This wasn't about leaving it in the room, she decided as a whimper escaped her. His hands were tugging her shirt out of her pants, fingers meeting sensitive skin.

Raw need made her dig her fingernails into the back of his neck.

He pulled away, wincing, "Geeze, Carter."

"I need you."

The words made him stiffen, his eyes suddenly full of more than lust and anger. "Um--"

"Don't say 'not like this', Jack." Her free hand finally made it's goal and slid down the front of his pants.

A groan escaped him and he dropped his head to her shoulder. "Carter." His voice was muffled. "One of us has to be sane, here."

Her fingers caressed him and his hips jerked into hers. "You sure, Jack?" Her tone was taunting.

"Carter, when you throw caution to the wind, you really--" A strangled moan escaped him as her lips and tongue attacked his neck while her hand attacked other -- somewhat stiffer -- parts of his anatomy.

"Screw caution."

His own hands suddenly got into the game, ruthlessly stripping her flak vest and jacket from her shoulders. They landed on the sand somewhere.

And then his hands were up her shirt, caressing across suddenly bared skin.

She groaned and stepped back. Unfortunately, her foot landed on her flak vest, she over-balanced, and they went down. Teeth clashed, but not in a good way.

"Ow. Damnit, Carter."

"Shut up. Sir." Realigning the hand down his pants, she squeezed slightly.

A groan escaped him again.

Her skin was still itching and she needed to feel more. As if anticipating this (and despite having had the wind knocked out of him), Jack's hands went back to what they'd been doing and slid under her shirt. Sand on her back and calloused skin on her front. She let out her own gasp when one hand wandered up to her breasts.

"Carter--" Her hand tightened on him, and he growled. "Too fast."

"Good." She used a move Teal'c had taught her, flipping them over so she straddled him, and unbuttoned his pants. Two seconds later her mouth closed around him. It wasn't everything she wanted, but right at the moment, it would do. Especially since she liked the way his breath quickened as she sucked him.

It took less time than she'd thought it would before his hand was on her head, urging her on with hoarse grunts that gave her a feeling of power.

Still not enough, her skin cried out as she sped up her movements, getting one hand under her chin and fondling his balls, scraping her fingernails lightly on them. The hand tensed, the blunt nails digging into her scalp as he pushed down and thrust up, hips bucking. And then he was coming in her mouth, salty liquid spilling down her throat and from between her lips. She swallowed what she could, then sat back on her heels, stretching her back slightly.

"C'mere." His voice was hoarse.

She crawled up his body, and kissed him, the hand on her head dragging her closer. She moaned as he slid his free hand down her back, scraping her skin lightly with his nails. "Not enough."

"I know." He kissed her again, then began undoing her pants. "Strip, Major."

"Yes, sir." Another hard kiss and then she stood and dragged her pants down her legs. Her boots took a second to yank off, and then she was kicking her clothing to the side.

He hadn't moved, and for a moment, she stared at him, trying to decide what he wanted. All the while her body screamed with the need for his fingershandstonguedick to fuck it. His hand touched her leg and he tugged. She followed the silent direction and found herself straddling his face. "Very good, Major," he murmured. And then he grabbed her waist and pulled her down until his lips were caressing her.

One hand grabbed onto his, and she gasped as his tongue dragged across her. He licked and sucked and probed and bit gently here and there, and she reacted, sometimes pushing down onto him harder, other times pulling away, until her eyes weren't seeing anything but the sky above as she stared up at it.

The anger was gone, in its place nothing but the need to feel him make her scream.

She wanted, desperately, for more, and as if he knew that, his free hand slid around until it had access, and a finger penetrated her.

"More." The demand left her lips more a growl than a word, but he obviously understood because two fingers were inside of her sliding in and out while his lips and tongue assaulted her clit.

There weren't any clouds in the sky, she realized, bringing her own hand up to pinch and roll her nipples. The last spark of pleasure smashed through her and she cried out, counting the shifted variances of the light as it traveled across the sky from the sun. At least, that's what she thought she was doing.

She shuddered one last time and slid the last of the way forwards, landing on the sand with a thump. A moment later, the Colonel climbed out from under her legs and clawed his way up to lay on her, lips touching hers gently.

They lay like that for a while before the slight breeze dried the sand and sweat and bodily fluids to a tacky mess on their skins.

"Ugh." Sam shifted, then dragged herself upright. "I need to get clean."

It took a moment for her lax muscles to stabilize and then she walked down the crisp sand and into the water. It was cool, shifting across her still-sensitive skin. She stopped when it was at her waist and simply stood there, feeling it slide around her legs and between them.

"Carter."

"Withdrawal has its perks, sir." She moved deeper into the water, heading for a pile of rocks the waves were washing over.

"Yes it does." His hands caught her waist and he pulled back into him.

He was hard again, pressing into the small of her back and she pushed against him, digging her toes into the sand beneath her feet.

"God. Don't do that."

"Why not?"

He ran his hand down her hip and then between her legs, shoving two fingers into her, making her gasp and arch upwards. "Feel that?"

"Yes."

He stroked her for a few minutes, holding her to his chest with one arm. Until she pushed against him and pulled away, heading for the rocks. A moment later, she was hanging onto the shelf, her feet barely reaching the bottom.

"Carter."

Without looking at him, she took a fairly firm grip on the rock and arched against it, gasping softly at the smooth texture pulling at the skin of her stomach and legs. "Fuck me, sir."

A moment later, he was pressing against her, and she was caught between the skin of Jack O'Neill, the smooth stone, and the pull of the sea. A moan escaped her as his hand slid between her legs, fingers unerringly finding their way back inside of her. "Like this?" His tone was almost taunting.

"No." She bucked, pressing against his cock. "With that."

"Ah." The fingers retreated and he hoisted her up slightly, bending her forwards and slipping between her legs. A moment of fumbling, pressing against her, and then he thrust inwards with a grunt. His hands closed on the rock shelf, and he used the leverage to rock against her.

"Oh, god." Pressed between the Colonel and the rock, with his hard cock inside of her. It was exactly what she'd needed. A wave lapped at her side and she moaned with the overwhelming cacophony of sensation running through her body.

It didn't take long before she was whimpering with the on-coming orgasm, pushing back against him, desperate. She slid her own hand down between herself and the rock and stroked a finger across her clitoris.

"Yes." His voice was in her ear, his lips and tongue suddenly attacking the skin of her neck.

"Sir." The word was a squeak as he bit down on her shoulder, the pain spiking her nerves as her finger stroked and the hard length of him sliding in and out pushed her over the edge.

He continued thrusting in and out of her, hips and thighs flexing against her, lips and teeth attached to her shoulder, tongue licking. Then he, too, fell off the edge, crying out a hoarse word that might have been "Major", but she wasn't going to analyze it. Not right now. Not when it felt this good to float here mindless and weightless.

They slowly slid down into the water, letting the waves move across them until they eventually separated. Sam finally felt her breath return to normal and began stroking her legs and arms, knocking off the still clinging bits of sand that were here and there. A few scrapes on her stomach were dealt with in a similar fashion, and she eyed the broken nails on her left hand.

No words were exchanged as they made their way back to the beach. She suddenly felt beaten down by the weight of her response and the regulations that prohibited this sort of action, and she wondered if Daniel or Teal'c would report them.

Most likely not, she decided as she stood and let the breeze dry her skin.

Hopefully not.

"Carter."

She ignored him, pulling her pants and shirt on over still-damp skin. Then she turned, armor in place. "Sir."

"We..."

"We'll find a way off, sir. We're not going to be stuck here forever."

"Ah." He nodded, then looked down at the beach strewn with their weapons and gear. "We should find T, see if he's discovered anything."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and Carter?"

"Hrm?"

Too close, her body announced, he was standing too close and her nerves were screaming. His lips brushed her neck. "Withdrawal is a long process."

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