Six Month Itch
by ALC Punk!

They weren't supposed to spent soaked in cold rain and mud crouching behind a bunch of rocks hiding from a band of jaffa. Especially when your significant other (oh, come ON, Jack, you're allowed to call her your girlfriend) was injured and being barely sheltered by the very tall jaffa warrior who was one of your best friends.

Rustling from nearby produced Daniel, just as wet and filthy as the other three members of SG-1. "They've moved on. I think we can make the gate."

Jack nodded. "Daniel, dial, Teal'c, you take Carter. I'll take rearguard."

The jaffa nodded and bent over to hoist the Captain into his arms. She made a soft, protesting noise, then was silent. She knew as well as Jack did that having a staff blast on one leg would keep her from being a viable, walking member in this retreat.

Swiftly, they made their way to the gate, and Jack scanned the clearing while Daniel dialed.

Unfortunately, the sound of the wormhole opening brought the jaffa running, and they had barely enough time to send the iris code before diving through the gate. Landing on the ramp, Jack winced and rolled, coming to her knees and shouting at them to close the iris.

Once it had slid shut, General Hammond called from the bottom of the ramp, "Report, Colonel."

With a glance to make sure the medical team were swarming over Carter preperatory to whisking her off to the infirmary, she answered. "Well, sir," Her voice was dry, "Somehow, I don't think the natives were happy to be freed from their false god. They tried to turn us over to the jaffa."

"Ah." With a look at the remaining three members of his premiere team, the General sighed. "Get yourselves cleaned up and to the infirmary, Colonel."

"Sir." Tossing off a vaguely crappy salute, Jack dragged herself to her feet and handed over her P-90.

-=-

"I can't believe you got yourself injured."

"Sorry, SIR, I'll try not to get shot next time." Sam didn't sound particularly pleased. OF course, being shot in the leg could do that to a woman.

Jack snorted. "Try harder next time, Captain."

"Sir, yes, SIR." Flipping onto her side, the blonde Captain turned away.

Irritated at herself for yelling, Jack relented slightly and leaned over to pat Carter's arm. "Don't worry. We can paint my kitchen another time."

"With stencils?" There was the suggestion of a smirk on the lips of Samantha Carter.

"And peach paint and roses and green leaves." Jack made a face.

"Good." Sam flopped onto her back and looked up at Jack. "Doc says I only have to stay until their tests come in. But I can't drive."

"I'm sure I can drive you home without a problem, Captain." She smirked.

"There's a plan, sir."

"Hey, Jack." Daniel came around the partition. "Sam."

"Daniel."

"The General wants us."

"Doesn't everyone?" Jack quipped. "Captain, you stay here. I'll be by to get you once this de-briefing is over."

"Yes, sir."

-=-

It was just a graze. Really. Sam Carter crankily thought that her commanding officer was a bit over-bearing when it came to injuries.

"Carter--"

"It's just a damn scratch!"

"You were BLEEDING."

Glaring, Sam settled back on her cushions. "And you were covered in mud. What's your point?"

Jack paced for a moment, then whirled and waggled a finger. "Captain."

"Sir."

"Carter."

"Jack." Fighting a grin, Sam ducked her head and sighed. "You know in all the excitement of getting shot, I almost forgot."

"Forgot?"

"That it's been six months."

Jack shifted her weight and fidgeted with her fingers before shoving her hands in her pockets. "Oh?"

The grin broke free, but Sam kept her face pointed down. "Since we, uh, y'know...."

"Oh." The Colonel suddenly moved, and Sam got the distinct impression that she'd used her special ops training to suddenly be sitting right next to her. "That."

"Mhm." Sam turned and found the other woman looking at her. "You, uh... For the record, I didn't used to go for women."

"Kinky." A hand snaked under the back of her shirt.

"No, kinky would be sex in -- cold fingers!"

"Can't help it. All the blood has rushed elsewhere."

"You're not a guy." Sam pointed out logically.

"Hell, no, I'm just a red-blooded woman about to fuck the brains out of a gorgeous blonde." The hand slid up Sam's spine. "The same gorgeous blonde who's been warming my bed for exactly six months."

"Mmm." Closing her eyes, Sam sighed, "Just be careful of my flesh wound."

"I'll be tender. Promise."

"Riiight."

And then Jack's lips were on her neck, and Sam decided to shelve the discussion for later.

It still disconcerted her since she'd turned lesbian -- and she'd asked Daniel about that, once, and his considered (and multi-culturally-influenced) opinion (after blinking a few times) was that she was bi-sexual. Probably. Since she'd become attracted to a woman and found herself having fantastically orgasmic sex with said woman, Sam had discovered that she was insatiable. Or Jack was, and it rubbed off.

She kind of liked the rubbing part.

A hell of a lot.

The lips traveled up and down her neck, stopping at the one spot low near her collar that Jack had discovered makes her gasp and moan when there are fingers inside of her, and whimper when there aren't.

Sam bit her lip, determined not to whimper this time.

A hand drifted between her legs, rubbing across her for the briefest moment, and the lips sucked just *so*, and the moan escaped.

"Heh."

"Don't tease."

The hand came back, deftly sliding down the front of her pants to stroke her through her underwear.

Sam groaned.

"Let me help you out of those."

"Good plan." Together they got her boots and pants off, Jack extra careful with her left leg where the bandage resided. Then they were kissing, Jack's hands sliding under her shirt, and she wasn't thinking about her leg.

It took ten minutes (Sam might have been nearly mindless with pleasure and lust, but she could still count the seconds... mostly) for Jack to finish paying the correct homage to her upper body. During that time, she lost her shirt, Jack stripped, and Sam almost begged. Almost. She was getting better at not begging, because Jack would then smirk for hours. Even if the orgasms produced were explosive.

"Jack."

"One more," the rest of the sentence was muffled as Jack sucked Sam's left nipple into her mouth.

Her hands threaded into the other woman's hair, and she began to lose the ability to keep track of the time in seconds. Jack seemed to realize this, and turned them both slightly so Sam was draped over the couch arm. Her left leg dangled to the floor, and her right went over the back of the couch. Then Jack pulled back and looked at her, eyes assessing. "Damn."

"What?" Deciding that demanding Jack get to licking her cunt NOW would only delay it, Sam tried to be patient.

"You're very flexible." Maneuvering until she was flopped on her stomach, face between Sam's legs, Jack smirked, "Acres and acres and it's all mine."

"All yours?" Sam arched an eyebrow.

"Yup." The smirking lips dipped down and kissed the inside of Sam's left thigh. "This bit." Another kiss, "This." Right thigh. "And this." Left again.

Sam shifted. "Ja-ack."

"Hrm?" The breath drifted across her, and Sam groaned. "Ah." Jack's tongue flicked out and swiped across her, then the preliminaries were over, and Sam grabbed the side of the couch in a death grip as Jack's expert tongue delved and licked, while her mouth suckled and tugged and pulled.

Ten minutes of build-up, and she came in thirty seconds, back arching, hips protesting the abuse, muscles spasming as her lover bit ever so correctly on her clit.

"Heh." Jack was smirking again.

"Oh, god..." Weakly, Sam flopped against the arm of the couch. "That was..."

"Didn't know you could scream like that, Carter."

"Neither did I," she replied faintly.

Lips and tongue drifted across her again, making her jump, "Kinda like it, though."

"That's good." Damn. She really didn't feel like moving. At all. Her stomach made a gurgling sound. "Er...."

A hand patted her bare thigh. "You stay right there, darlin'." Jack pulled herself off the couch and stretched with a little extra wriggle.

Sam followed the curve of her lover's ass until she'd disappeared through the doorway to the kitchen. "What're you blowing up in there?"

"Spaghetti, Carter."

Hrm. Jack *could* make spaghetti. Even in her mentally-scattered state, Sam could remember that. "Ok."

Eventually, she wandered into the kitchen and found that Jack had the sauce already going and the noodles boiling. "So..."

A smirk greeted her, "Feeling better, Carter?"

"Oh, yeah." And she pounced, arms dragging the other woman against her, lips kissing roughly down her neck.

Jack gasped and arched, "I'm kinda busy."

Nipping gently at her neck, Sam smirked, "Not that busy." Her hand slid between Jack's legs, and the other woman gasped and arched into her touch.

"There was spaghetti sauce to stir.... Gah." The last because Sam's fingers had slid into her.

Sam pulled back slightly and eyed Jack. "Sit."

"Who gives the orders around here?"

"Both of us."

A chuckle. "Good answer."

Sam flexed her fingers inside Jack's cunt, and smirked as the woman gasped. "Sit."

"Yes, ma'am."

Once seated in the chair, Jack spread her legs and waited. Sam dropped to her knees and began kissing her way up Jack's legs, alternating back and forth until she reached her thighs. Then she stretched up and absorbed herself with tasting Jack's chest and breasts, lips and tongue and fingers re-acquainting themselves.

"Carter--" Jack broke off, moaning as Sam's fingers slid back in deftly brushing a thumb over her clitoris. "Gah."

Smirking, Sam kissed her way down Jack's stomach, then nipped her inner thighs.

Listening to the sounds Jack made, Sam licked and sucked and nibbled at her clit, fingers sliding slowly in and out until Jack arched against her and broke, grinding her pelvis against Sam's mouth.

"Gah... Have I mentioned you're good at that?"

Smirking and flexing her fingers, Sam kissed Jack's thigh. "I had a good teacher."

"Remind me to thank her."

Something on the stove began boiling over. "Damn." Sam stood, wincing as her knees and legs protested (especially her left one), and moved to turn down the pot. "Dinner almost ready?"

"Probably."

"Good." Sam turned and smirked at the still dazed expression on Jack's face. "I'm really hungry. Need to get my strength back."

-=-

Later, they lay entwined on Sam's bed, the covers over them, satiated and spent and generally full of smugness.

"You forgot the pepper."

Jack shifted, and eyed the woman curled up next to her. "I didn't hear you complaining."

"I was... busy."

"I noticed."

"Stop smirking."

"No."

"Bitch."

"Whore."

"Cunt."

"...can we have sex again?"

"Sure."

"No mocking my cooking skills?"

"Hrm. We could try it on the counter, next time." Sam was definitely looking a little dreamy at the thought.

"Ooo. Pancakes and Carter. I could go for that."

"Your knees can't take it."

"We can burn that bridge when we get there. Now shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, sir," the Captain replied cheekily before leaning up and doing as requested.

-f-

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