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His eyes closed and he emitted a low growl of satisfaction as her fingers worked the muscles of his neck. As the tension in his body began to ebb, he felt her warm breath on his ear.
"Any other muscles that require a rub? Sir?"
His eyes snapped open, and his hands clutched hers tightly, willing her not to move. He fought not to pull her around into his embrace. They were treading on thin ice as it was, and he knew it. Shoulder rubs from his 2IC were not military protocol. He knew there'd be no explaining their behavior if he tried something else.
"Don't tempt me, Carter," he mumbled under his breath.
"Sir?"
His hands loosened on hers and he swallowed hard, standing up but not turning around. He glanced down at himself and grimaced. That's what he needed, all right, physical proof of his desire for her showing up on camera.
"Carter, why don't you go see about reserving us a couple of bowls of Jell-O."
There was a moment of silence during which he figured she was caught between contemplating his sentence and understanding the reason why he still had his back to her. Then, almost as if she knew he could hear the wheels turning in her head, she inhaled sharply and cleared her throat.
"Jell-O..."
He walked to the far wall of her lab, picking up an object that looked suspiciously like a TV remote, and started tinkering with it. He needed something to take his mind off her fingers. And her warmth. And that scent of strawberries and cream that always lingered in the air after she’d walked through a room. The one that made his head swim, his toes curl, and his dick…
Oh, for cryin’ out loud.
“Yes, Carter,” he growled, glaring at the bulge in his BDU’s, “Jell-O. The cubed, red stuff.”
When he didn’t get a response, he started to look over his shoulder, only to be pressed against the bookshelf by a very warm, very feminine body. The hiss that escaped his lips was extremely audible.
“We’re alone in my lab,” she purred in his ear as her arms curled around to his chest, “and you want to think about food?”
He swallowed hard, placing the doohickey back where he found it and pressing his palms to the edge of the shelf in front of him. He stiffened and was going to push back, dislodge her grip on him, but then she did so herself and he almost breathed a sigh of relief.
“Carter?”
He panicked. He was totally not in charge of this situation, and he was terrified. And her hands had been like solid heat wrapped around his chest. Oh, God, what was happening here.
She tugged his arm until he turned around, not quite willingly. His hand made quick work of pulling his shirt down over the tent in his pants. That camera had already picked up far too much to explain away, but he wasn’t about to give some SF’s a laugh at his expense.
Her eyes sparkled at him and a wicked grin spread on her face. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that damned virus had infected her again. Or she was still infected. It hadn’t been that long since they’d been cured. Maybe it was a relapse?
His next thoughts were cut off abruptly when she pressed herself against him again, this time winding her arms around his neck and using one hand to cup the back of his head and tilt it toward her waiting mouth. His lips were already pressed firmly to hers, and his arms had wound around her before he realized what he was doing.
He pulled back from her demanding mouth, struggling to catch his breath and wanting to put some space between them. But her eyes. Her eyes were drawing him in. And her lips. God, he’d forgotten how she’d tasted. Hell, if he were truthful, he had missed her touch too.
She leaned up to kiss him again and he grasped her firmly by the shoulders, pushing her away.
“Cut that out, Captain! What are you, nuts?”
His outburst shocked even him, but he was genuinely surprised to see her expression turn to one of doubt.
“I guess so,” she replied softly, her voice barely audible. “You don’t need to shout.” She backed away from him, her eyes dropping to the floor. But not before he’d noticed the tears welling in their blue depths.
Oh crap, he thought. Now he’d hurt her. Jesus, maybe she wasn’t under any kind of virus. His hands fell to his sides, and he clenched them.
“Carter…”
She turned away, shoulders stooped, and headed back to her lab table. He could see her fumbling with something there and after taking a fretful look at the security camera he walked up behind her. He placed a shaking hand on her shoulder again and squeezed slightly. Hell, maybe no one was watching.
“I disconnected the video feed.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t remove his hand.
“You what?”
She turned in his grip, her eyes catching his over her shoulder.
“The camera, sir.” They both looked up at the ominous gray contraption in the corner. He then returned his eyes to hers. “I shut off the video feed.”
Now this was getting interesting.
“You wanna tell me why, Captain?”
She turned her face away, fiddling with that doohickey again.
“I overheard you.”
He was confused. That was nothing new.
“Overheard me say what? When?”
And then it hit him. Holy crap. His hand dropped from her shoulder, and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he began to pace the small room.
“Your conversation with Teal’c, sir.”
He stopped moving, facing the door with his back to her again. He remembered the conversation all too well, now. They had just returned from a rather long mission, and he and Teal’c, having been cleared by Janet, had headed for the showers before their debriefing. And that’s when he had explained to the Jaffa the difference between the women of earth and the women of P4X-675.
“You see, Teal’c,” he’d explained, “the main difference between those women and Earth women is their need for dominance.”
The Jaffa had raised a curious eyebrow but did not interrupt him.
“Here on Earth, it’s still very much a man’s world. I mean, sure, you’ve got your female soldiers. And you have your smart women. Like Carter, for instance. She’s got to be one of the smartest women I know. And women have all the same rights as the men but,” he’d stopped, pulling his shirt over his head, “you normally won’t see a woman ordering her husband around like we did on that planet.”
He swallowed, his eyes closed as he remembered the rest.
“Do Tau’ri men not like women to show strength, O’Neill?”
“It’s not that, T,” he’d replied, heading for the shower. “But there are very few women who are brave enough to just go after they want.”
He’d started the water and pulled the curtain closed. “A woman with that kind of strength, Teal’c, should never be let go.”
A hand on his back brought him out of his reverie. He turned to face her and saw the doubt that still lingered in her eyes. He looked back up at the camera before hesitantly cupping her cheek with his hand.
“You weren’t supposed to hear all that,” he told her, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “And I definitely didn’t want you to take offense to it.”
“I don’t back down from a challenge, sir.”
He couldn’t help himself and he chuckled. He hadn’t figured on her ever knowing about that conversation, and he definitely would never have thought she’d take it as an affront to her status as a soldier if she did. He paused then, his eyebrows scrunching. That was what this was, right? For what seemed like the umpteenth time that afternoon his hand dropped away from her.
“Uh, Carter,” he managed to get out, “that wasn’t meant to be a challenge.” He waved his hand around, gesturing madly but not sure how to get his point across.
“Maybe not for you, Colonel. But when someone says I’m not woman enough to go after what I want, well, I feel the need to prove myself.”
He licked his lips nervously. The doubt was gone from her eyes again and he knew there had been a sudden shift in power. Again. Damn it. He really needed to start maintaining the upper hand. He started backing toward the door, not really knowing if he intended to flee or if he was just scared out of his mind at the possibilities being presented to him.
When his boot clunked against the hard metal of the door, he knew he was out of options. It was either leave or face this head on. Whatever THIS was.
“So, Captain, what is it you want to, uh, prove here.”
Her hands settled on his chest, her fingers beginning to pluck at the buttons on his shirt.
“That’s simple, sir.” He felt the first button as it released its hold on his shirt, and he gulped as she moved on to the second. “I’m going to prove to you that I can damned well go after what I want.” She was on the third button now.
He watched in fascination as she set about her task, her fingers moving quickly down the row of buttons and suddenly coming to rest on his belt buckle. When she looked back up at him her eyes were smoldering with what he could only assume was the same emotion slamming through his own body: Pure, unbridled, carnal desire.
He grabbed her face in both hands and pressed his mouth to hers, sighing when her lips began working against his and her hands continued their mission. In no time at all his belt was unbuckled, his BDU’s opened, and his heart was slamming a heavy rhythm against the wall of his chest.
When she backed away to slip his shirt off his shoulders, he begrudgingly released her lips and then pulled his undershirt over his head. He began backing her toward the table, his hands tugging her black shirt from the confines of her pants. He didn’t expect her strength as she slipped from his hands and moved behind him, shoving him forward and into the table.
“Jesus, Carter…what the…”
She pushed him again, and he got the hint and placed his palms down on the surface in front of him. Apparently, she wanted to do this her way. Hell, he was hard as a rock. He’d let her do this any way she wanted if it meant he was finally going to have the woman who had set his body on fire the very first day he’d met her.
She tugged at his pants, and he felt them fall around his ankles. His boxers were next, and she took no care in removing them from around his hardened length, snagging his head on the way down. Damn, that hurt. Maybe he’d be able to get her back for that later.
And then all thought escaped him as he felt her soft form against his back again. Her hand reached around his waist and closed around him in a grip he would normally find frightening. But as it began to move against his engorged flesh, he found his hips following willingly and he shut his eyes.
“Do you believe in me now, Colonel?” she whispered, her fist pumping him steadily and her breath hot against his neck.
“I never doubted you, Captain,” he choked out.
Her hand closed around the tip of his cock, and he groaned, gripping the edge of the table and letting the feelings wash over him. He couldn’t remember having ever wanted anything as badly as he wanted her now. And as her fingers swirled over him, he knew he had to have her.
He took her by surprise when he pulled away, turning around and slamming his mouth down onto hers again. His lips fought for control of her mouth, and his tongue sought entrance, even while his hands slipped under her shirt and cupped her breasts through her bra. His thumbs raked over the tender flesh there and he could have sworn he heard her whimper.
And then he turned her around so that her own back was to the table. With a sweep of his arm, he sent what was probably months’ worth of research careening to the floor.
“SIR! That’s my-”
“Shut up, Carter, and get on the table!”
She pulled back from him and her eyes were wide blue pools. But she didn’t argue. Instead, a smirk broke out on her face and she hopped up onto the table, pulling off her regulation T-shirt and unbuckling her pants. By the time she had the zipper undone his cock was weeping with need.
There was a part of him whispering that what they were about to do would get them both seats in the brig, but that wasn’t the part that was thinking right now, and he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care.
And then she was naked before him, her clothes and boots in a pile at their feet. Inch upon inch of freckled skin greeted his eyes, and as he removed the last of his clothing, he promised himself to spend their next encounter mapping each mark with his fingers and tongue. This time, however, was going to be hard, fast, and unbelievable.
He pulled her to the edge of the table and lifted her chin so that their eyes met. As he brought his rampant cock to her opening he licked his lips. She still held a look of wild acceptance, and the fire behind her eyes danced and toyed with him. She was challenging him now. Daring him to complete what she had started, and to prove to her that he had what it took to keep her interested. Damn, but she was not only willing to go after what she wanted, she wanted him to fight to hold onto it.
And fight he intended to do. And with that thought he thrust into her, not allowing her time to adjust to his size. If she was going to take him, she was going to have to take all of him, and he was in no mindset to take things slowly.
He expected her eyes to close or at least for her expression to change, but she still held his gaze. It was almost unnerving that he could be thrusting so fully inside her, with her being as tight as she felt, and yet her eyes still burned with intensity and her smirk remained intact.
“Is that all you’ve got, Colonel?”
Oh hell no. He knew she could not have just asked what he thought she’d asked. He couldn’t believe it. She was still challenging him. Still waiting for him to give as well as he got. Oh, she was gonna get it all right.
And so, he pulled out of her, roughly flipping her over so that she was almost standing on tiptoe, her arms and chest pressed to the table and her wet center on display.
“Trust me, Carter, the fun part is just beginning.”
He plunged into her again, his thighs pounding against hers and his hands gripping her hips until he was sure he was leaving impressions. Let her explain THAT one to Janet.
Then he took it one step further and reached out a hand. He ran his fingers through her short hair and grasped a handful, tugging her head backward and gripping her shoulder with his other hand for support. He pulled her back against his cock, slamming against her again and again until he could feel the beginning of his orgasm threatening to take him over the edge.
And she was desperately trying to find something on the table to hold onto. Trying to anchor herself in any way. But there was nothing. Nothing but his hands to hold her in place and his cock to piston into her.
Her body began to shudder beneath him and then she bucked, sending him backward and off of her.
“What the-”
“It’s my turn, sir. Sit on the stool!”
He blinked rapidly. What? Then he watched as she grabbed the nearby stool and patted the seat. She seriously wanted him to have sex on a stool?
“I don’t think so, Captain,” he ground out, approaching her like a wild cat stalking its prey. “We’re doing this my way.”
“The hell we are!”
He growled at her, a feral sound deep in his throat and still she looked from him to the stool. His cock was telling him to just take her, whichever way possible. He needed to have her. Did it really matter how?
But his brain was fighting on an even more primitive level. The one which felt he was the one in control. The one telling him that not only could he have her, but he could make her do anything he wanted. No matter how she might protest.
And so, he grabbed her, slamming her back up against the lab door and grabbing her leg to wrap it around his waist. He paid no attention to her fingers clawing at his shoulders, or the pounding of her fists on his chest. There was no denying they wanted each other, and she was going to take it like this if he had to force her.
He thrust into her, and her eyes actually rolled back as she bit her lip. Yes! He was getting to her after all. He paid no attention to the aching in his knees and lifted her completely against the door, both of her legs wrapping around his middle and sending his cock so deeply within her he swore he might break her.
And her moan of his rank was enough to send him flying over the edge. He pounded into her, holding her against the door by sheer upper body strength alone, and the tightening of her vaginal walls from the orgasm slamming through her clutched at his cock, milking him and sending his sperm deep into her body.
He buried his face in her neck, and for the first time allowed himself to taste her. And God, she tasted just as good as she smelled. As his thrusts became less forceful and his orgasm receded, his tongue slipped along the dip in her shoulder, and he sucked at her flesh. He couldn’t remember having ever tasted anything so sweet.
Her legs began to slip from around his waist and her breath was ragged against his ear. He lowered her slowly to the ground and pulled out of her, his hands clutching her hair on either side of her head, and her own hanging onto his shoulders.
Their foreheads we now touching, and he fought to control his breathing.
“That’s just some of what I’ve got, Carter,” he whispered, before pressing his lips to hers for a searing kiss. She returned the kiss, her mouth working against his with equal heat, but neither of them in a hurry.
She pulled away first, and her hand stroked his cheek.
“And you’re willing to share it with me?”
“What Carter wants, Carter gets.”
She looked down for a moment, her arms slipping around his neck.
“Does that mean I passed your test? You’re keeping me, sir?”
He pulled her against him and buried his face in her neck, fighting a smile. This woman was unbelievable. He could spend the rest of his life trying and he knew he’d never figure her out completely.
“There was never any test, Captain.” He pulled back from her and smiled. “I told Teal’c that very few women had the kind of strength to go after what they wanted. There was no reason for you to prove yourself to me to get on that list.”
“No?”
“No Carter. You’ve always been at the top of it.” He kissed her forehead, and then each closed eyelid. “And I meant what I said. A woman like that should never be let go. And you won’t be.”
~Fin~