Sam and her boys, 5d: Caveman, PG13, Sam/Jack/Siler
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Summary: Sam tackles what she wants
Chapter 5d: Caveman (PG13)
This time, Siler was prepared.
When he'd woken up, too late to do anything but wash and get to work on time, he'd called Jack to apologize for not showing up. It had felt odd as hell; the idea that someone expected him.. worried about him. But he'd told Jack he'd come have breakfast with him and since he really *had* meant to stand by his word, courtesy and years of military practise dictated that he call in.
Hearing the concern in Jack's voice had been familiar in a way that had forced his lips to quirk. Having slept-in was a strange comparison to make to being stuck in a mountain about to explode with mechanical bad guys after you.
Jack had also made a point of mentioning that Sam missed him and he'd sighed, wordlessly agreeing with the sentiment and then smiling to himself when Jack chuckled at his response.
And then later, the colonel herself had stalked by for an end-of-day progress report, managing to get close enough to snarl for his ears only to get his ass straight home when he was done.
He'd never been so glad for all the freak occurrences of the SGC that had given his poker-face such good practise. He was starting to wonder if Sam didn't just *enjoy* giving him that order. Though as orders went, he could get all too used to it...
So he stepped out of his truck now, aware that he was swaggering ever so slightly but too damn happy that he was going to get to spend time with Sam after a week without touching her; and with her *and* Jack together. Heaven only knew when that had become what lit his day.. but it had.
He hurried to the door, reaching in his pocket for the tools he'd borrowed to practise his little legal B&E, but it didn't seem that he was going to get to find out what had become of his lock-picking skills quite yet, because as soon as he got his feet on the stoop, the door opened and Sam reached out, grabbed his collar and pulled him into the house without a word.
He met her descending lips with his, only realizing that he was grinning when he had to stop to let her tongue in. The door closed behind him and he slid one hand to the back of her head and the other to her ass and tugged her as tight as he could, letting his weight fall on the hard wood at his back, moaning happily as she wriggled against him, her hands digging into his shoulders.
She smelled of her shampoo and shower gel and water-clean and considering the way this was going, he was glad he'd showered before leaving the base rather than wait 'till he got here; he could go straight to enjoying her thoroughly to make up for the separation.
When she growled around his tongue after trying to escape his grip and shift her lips elsewhere, Siler shuddered, aroused and wanting to taste every inch of her skin, make her beg his name breathlessly, make her scream with pleasure. Damn he'd missed her! He couldn't claim he was hard-up, the couple days he'd come by had been.. pleasurable for more than company. But he still missed Sam. Her company and her body both. Yeah; God was he ever in trouble. Lonely after just a week? What was happening to him?
Not that it mattered. For right now, the simplest answer to his problem was to get them to bed and spend an hour getting sweaty and desperate and then fucking like rabbits until they both passed out.
Sam couldn't believe how much she'd missed him. Making love to Jack was as satisfying as it ever was and she loved him to the depth of her soul but.. After a week, she was aware of not having touched Siler. Of barely talking to him, barely standing besides him.
Jack had even teased her last night as she slowly ground herself on him, close and looking for just that little something extra. And her lover's breathless voice, saying "You're missing him, aren't you?" had worked entirely too well. Afterwards he'd smiled, giving her a sloppy, loving kiss and pulling her hand to the bite she'd teased him mercilessly for, earlier. Relaxing, she'd taken her time, nibbling the bruise and adoring both the connection to the missing man and the proof that her boys had fun together.
It drove her crazy that she didn't even know *what* it was she missed. Yes, they *were* different, in behaviour and body, but she wasn't aware of those differences while she missed him. It was just his presence, *him*, that she wanted. The ability to touch him, tease him. Make him smile and laugh. The three of them together found too much comfort to easily do without it, maybe it was as simple as that.
It was frustrating. As hell.
And now that she had his mouth and skin and body, she wanted it and him and *now*. Tripping him to the floor had just occurred to her when Sam felt him pull back sharply. Before she could react, Siler had his shoulder gently on her stomach and she found herself upside down, staring at his cotton-covered ass as she squawked angrily, "HEY!!"
He didn't answer her as he climbed the stairs, and no matter how pissed she was at the tactic, there was nothing she could do but swear at him under her breath on these stairs without injuring them both. Even when he got to the top, hurting Siler didn't come naturally enough to actually drive her to freeing herself. She could torture him other ways, though...
Walking into the bedroom from his shower, Jack turned his head with a happy grin when he heard Siler, glad it was finally his real weekend. And then he cracked a sharp laugh at the sight that greeted him, "Oh you are so in trouble, sergeant!"
The wink Siler threw him, grinning uncharacteristically brightly, was fearless as he dropped Sam to the bed and followed her down, laying his heavier body to cover her. Jack knew battle-hardened Sam could have thrown even Si' off if she'd wanted to, but she probably got a little distracted by the hungry kiss he was giving her the second her lips were in reach.
Jack hesitated, more than interested in joining in, but mindful that he knew they'd both missed the other. In the end, listening to the sounds of the pleasure they were giving each other was too tempting and he sat at the head of the bed on the edge, away from the still-clothed couple writhing back and forth, almost fighting for control.
Hands scrabbled at clothes as he stayed out of the way and stroked himself lazily, more aroused by *them* than by any touch. Then Jack saw the second the power shifted, grinning in anticipation as Sam flipped Siler on his back, his shirt already ripped off. The sergeant laughed, not fighting her at all as Sam held his hands pinned above his head and leaned over him with an evil smile. When she looked up at Jack and flicked her eyes at Si's hands, it was his turn to laugh, willingly scooting over and holding the man in place. He smiled down affectionately, seeing Sam crawl down his body out of the corner of his eyes, "Told you you were in trouble."
Siler's laughing response choked down to moan and Jack stiffened his hold against his automatic attempt to free himself from what was going to be fast torture, if Jack knew his lovely lady. He shifted to be able to lean down and kiss him; Si's attention wasn't in it as Sam stripped him naked and then set to teasing him sharply, but it was still satisfying to simply touch and taste and feel him moan into his mouth. To feel him go a little crazy in Jack's grip as Sam licked and nibbled, teased and incited; but refused to give enough touch at once to even start to satisfy.
That a part of him *wanted* more, wanted them to take their time together and have that intimate contact, had snuck through his guard at some point. This was already so much more than sex. One of these days...
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Summary: Sam tackles what she wants
Chapter 5d: Caveman (PG13)
This time, Siler was prepared.
When he'd woken up, too late to do anything but wash and get to work on time, he'd called Jack to apologize for not showing up. It had felt odd as hell; the idea that someone expected him.. worried about him. But he'd told Jack he'd come have breakfast with him and since he really *had* meant to stand by his word, courtesy and years of military practise dictated that he call in.
Hearing the concern in Jack's voice had been familiar in a way that had forced his lips to quirk. Having slept-in was a strange comparison to make to being stuck in a mountain about to explode with mechanical bad guys after you.
Jack had also made a point of mentioning that Sam missed him and he'd sighed, wordlessly agreeing with the sentiment and then smiling to himself when Jack chuckled at his response.
And then later, the colonel herself had stalked by for an end-of-day progress report, managing to get close enough to snarl for his ears only to get his ass straight home when he was done.
He'd never been so glad for all the freak occurrences of the SGC that had given his poker-face such good practise. He was starting to wonder if Sam didn't just *enjoy* giving him that order. Though as orders went, he could get all too used to it...
So he stepped out of his truck now, aware that he was swaggering ever so slightly but too damn happy that he was going to get to spend time with Sam after a week without touching her; and with her *and* Jack together. Heaven only knew when that had become what lit his day.. but it had.
He hurried to the door, reaching in his pocket for the tools he'd borrowed to practise his little legal B&E, but it didn't seem that he was going to get to find out what had become of his lock-picking skills quite yet, because as soon as he got his feet on the stoop, the door opened and Sam reached out, grabbed his collar and pulled him into the house without a word.
He met her descending lips with his, only realizing that he was grinning when he had to stop to let her tongue in. The door closed behind him and he slid one hand to the back of her head and the other to her ass and tugged her as tight as he could, letting his weight fall on the hard wood at his back, moaning happily as she wriggled against him, her hands digging into his shoulders.
She smelled of her shampoo and shower gel and water-clean and considering the way this was going, he was glad he'd showered before leaving the base rather than wait 'till he got here; he could go straight to enjoying her thoroughly to make up for the separation.
When she growled around his tongue after trying to escape his grip and shift her lips elsewhere, Siler shuddered, aroused and wanting to taste every inch of her skin, make her beg his name breathlessly, make her scream with pleasure. Damn he'd missed her! He couldn't claim he was hard-up, the couple days he'd come by had been.. pleasurable for more than company. But he still missed Sam. Her company and her body both. Yeah; God was he ever in trouble. Lonely after just a week? What was happening to him?
Not that it mattered. For right now, the simplest answer to his problem was to get them to bed and spend an hour getting sweaty and desperate and then fucking like rabbits until they both passed out.
Sam couldn't believe how much she'd missed him. Making love to Jack was as satisfying as it ever was and she loved him to the depth of her soul but.. After a week, she was aware of not having touched Siler. Of barely talking to him, barely standing besides him.
Jack had even teased her last night as she slowly ground herself on him, close and looking for just that little something extra. And her lover's breathless voice, saying "You're missing him, aren't you?" had worked entirely too well. Afterwards he'd smiled, giving her a sloppy, loving kiss and pulling her hand to the bite she'd teased him mercilessly for, earlier. Relaxing, she'd taken her time, nibbling the bruise and adoring both the connection to the missing man and the proof that her boys had fun together.
It drove her crazy that she didn't even know *what* it was she missed. Yes, they *were* different, in behaviour and body, but she wasn't aware of those differences while she missed him. It was just his presence, *him*, that she wanted. The ability to touch him, tease him. Make him smile and laugh. The three of them together found too much comfort to easily do without it, maybe it was as simple as that.
It was frustrating. As hell.
And now that she had his mouth and skin and body, she wanted it and him and *now*. Tripping him to the floor had just occurred to her when Sam felt him pull back sharply. Before she could react, Siler had his shoulder gently on her stomach and she found herself upside down, staring at his cotton-covered ass as she squawked angrily, "HEY!!"
He didn't answer her as he climbed the stairs, and no matter how pissed she was at the tactic, there was nothing she could do but swear at him under her breath on these stairs without injuring them both. Even when he got to the top, hurting Siler didn't come naturally enough to actually drive her to freeing herself. She could torture him other ways, though...
Walking into the bedroom from his shower, Jack turned his head with a happy grin when he heard Siler, glad it was finally his real weekend. And then he cracked a sharp laugh at the sight that greeted him, "Oh you are so in trouble, sergeant!"
The wink Siler threw him, grinning uncharacteristically brightly, was fearless as he dropped Sam to the bed and followed her down, laying his heavier body to cover her. Jack knew battle-hardened Sam could have thrown even Si' off if she'd wanted to, but she probably got a little distracted by the hungry kiss he was giving her the second her lips were in reach.
Jack hesitated, more than interested in joining in, but mindful that he knew they'd both missed the other. In the end, listening to the sounds of the pleasure they were giving each other was too tempting and he sat at the head of the bed on the edge, away from the still-clothed couple writhing back and forth, almost fighting for control.
Hands scrabbled at clothes as he stayed out of the way and stroked himself lazily, more aroused by *them* than by any touch. Then Jack saw the second the power shifted, grinning in anticipation as Sam flipped Siler on his back, his shirt already ripped off. The sergeant laughed, not fighting her at all as Sam held his hands pinned above his head and leaned over him with an evil smile. When she looked up at Jack and flicked her eyes at Si's hands, it was his turn to laugh, willingly scooting over and holding the man in place. He smiled down affectionately, seeing Sam crawl down his body out of the corner of his eyes, "Told you you were in trouble."
Siler's laughing response choked down to moan and Jack stiffened his hold against his automatic attempt to free himself from what was going to be fast torture, if Jack knew his lovely lady. He shifted to be able to lean down and kiss him; Si's attention wasn't in it as Sam stripped him naked and then set to teasing him sharply, but it was still satisfying to simply touch and taste and feel him moan into his mouth. To feel him go a little crazy in Jack's grip as Sam licked and nibbled, teased and incited; but refused to give enough touch at once to even start to satisfy.
That a part of him *wanted* more, wanted them to take their time together and have that intimate contact, had snuck through his guard at some point. This was already so much more than sex. One of these days...
Goto Chapter 6: I'm Home (PG13)