Days Go By

Jack chased Sam into the bedroom, both of them stripping off clothes as they went. He grabbed her and pushed her against the door. He captured her lips with a grunt, their tongues dueling for control.

He picked her up, never breaking the kiss, and laid her down on the edge of the bed.

“Jack?”

“Shh…”

He kissed his way down her body, paying extremely close attention to her stiff nipples. Sam arched her back, pressing more of her breast into Jack’s mouth. With one hand, he began pinching and tweaking her other nipple.

“Mmmm…” moaned Sam.

Jack smiled around the stiff nipple, before resuming his trek down his wife’s body. He dipped his tongue into her navel, causing her to arch upwards.

“Jack!”

“Patience, baby. Patience,” he whispered as he gently parted her thighs. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He inhaled her scent. “God, you smell good.”

He parted her lips with his fingers before dipping his tongue inside. “Mmm…taste good, too.”

He glanced at Sam and groaned when she began pinching her nipples. “Keep doing that, Sam.”

Before he could continue his “examination” of her, she pulled him up to her. “What?” he asked.

“You really wanna know?” she asked huskily, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah,” he replied, when he caught his breath.

“Naughty or nice?” she asked with a purr.

“Mmmm….naughty,” he whispered, kissing his way around her neck.

Sam licked around his jaw, up to his ear. “I want to suck your cock while you lick my pussy,” she whispered in his ear.

Jack groaned and bucked against her. “Oh, God!” he groaned out.

She pushed him off of her and rolled him over on his back. “Time to play,” she said softly, positioning herself above his throbbing cock, while she placed her pussy above his mouth.

Gripping his cock, she licked the pearl of liquid from the head before running her tongue around the rim.

“Sam, don’t tease, baby. Please,” he begged, plunging his tongue into her dripping slit. Sam bucked against him before taking his cock deep in her mouth.

Jack only allowed a few minutes of that torture, before flipping her over and impaling her on his cock. “I need to be in you, Sam. Ride me, baby.” Sam began a slow ride into oblivion.

He reached up and cupped her breasts as she slid up and down. “That’s it,” he whispered.

Sam leaned back and placed her hands behind her on Jack’s thighs. He watched as his cock slid in and out of her, leaving it shiny and wet. He groaned as he watched her lips swallow his cock.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Sam. Absolutely beautiful,” he gasped out as she tightened her muscles around him.

He sat up and captured her lips with his. “Jack, I’m close,” she whispered. “So close.” She began riding him faster and faster.

He slid one hand between them and began rubbing her clit in circles. “That’s it, Sam. Come for me. Come for me, honey.”

“Jack! Jack! Oh shit!” He loved watching his wife fall apart in his arms. The only problem was, much of the time he couldn’t hold himself in check after that. This time was no different. As soon as he felt her muscles flutter around him, he thrust up erratically and came with a shout.

For several minutes, she lay on top of him, trying to catch her breath. “Think we woke the kids?” he asked breathlessly.

She chuckled as he slipped out of her. She rolled off of him and curled up to his side. “I love you, Jack.”

He kissed her gently. “I love you, too.”

She laid her head over his heart, listening to the uneven beat of his heart. “They’re still asleep. No sound.”

“Mom? Dad?”

They looked at each other and grinned. Their oldest was home. They quickly dressed and left the room, just as Charlie started to knock on their door.

He grinned at the blush slowly creeping its’ way across his parents’ faces. “Busy?”

“Shut up, Charlie,” mumbled Jack. “Trying to give you another sibling.”

“Shit,” said Sam.

“What?” asked Jack.

“I know why Daniel gave you that look,” she said.

“Charlie, go get cleaned up while we get dinner started,” said Jack.

“Yes, sir.” They watched in silence as Charlie went to his bedroom.

Sam followed Jack into the kitchen as he pulled out the spaghetti pot. “Well?” he asked as she prepared the noodles.

“Before you found out about Jenny, Daniel had spent a lot of time over here. When Jenny started talking, I began to show her pictures of you and teaching her how to say ‘daddy’.” She put the water on to boil. “Daniel would watch her sometimes while I had errands to run. I came home one day and she was calling him ‘daddy’. He was thrilled. He said it was the first time she’d called him that and that it felt good to him. I put a stop to it right then. I taught her to say ‘Uncle Danny’. I think it made him a little mad, because I told him that he wasn’t her father and that one day soon, I was going to tell you about her.”

She turned away from the stove. “She was about eight months old then. I made him stay away until I could get her to look at a picture of you and say ‘daddy’.”

“She called him ‘daddy’?” he whispered.

“Just the once,” Sam said softly.

“Sam?” She wouldn’t look at him. “Sam, honey, look at me.”

She shook her head and, by the slight shaking of her shoulders, he could tell she was crying. She felt ashamed and refused to look at her husband…the man she loved more than anything. Jack pulled her into his arms. “It’s ok, baby. I understand. It’s ok,” he whispered as he stroked up and down her spine.

“I never wanted any other father for her but you, Jack. You have to believe me,” sobbed Sam.

“I do, honey. I do.”

After a few more minutes of crying in her husband’s arms, Sam calmed down. Jack reached around her and pulled a paper towel from its’ holder. When she backed up slightly, he wiped away her tears. He kissed her gently and whispered, “I love you.”

She sniffled and said, “I love you, too.”

“You ok?” he asked, cupping her cheek.

“I am now,” she said, turning her face into his hand and kissing it.

“Good. Let’s get dinner going. We worked up quite an appetite earlier,” he said with a grin. It worked. Sam blushed, laid her forehead on his chest, and chuckled.

“Guess we did,” she said.

He kissed her softly. “You wanna go get Jenny?”

“Yeah,” she said as he turned around and started getting the noodles and sauce ready. Charlie came into the kitchen looking tired. “Hard workout?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong with mom?” he asked, pulling the garlic bread from the freezer and placing it in the oven.

“Did you know that Jenny called Uncle Daniel ‘daddy’?” he asked softly. He was having trouble grasping the fact that his best friend had tried to get his daughter to call him ‘daddy’…even if it was just one time.

“No. When?” asked Charlie surprised, getting the salad from the refrigerator.

“When she was eight months old.”

“Oh.”

“Your mom said it only happened once and she put a stop to it. Said it made Daniel mad.”

“Well, you know Jenny loves you,” said Charlie, putting his hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Daddy?” A tiny voice behind them, made Jack turn around.

“Hey, princess,” he said.

She held her arms up to him. “Pick me up, daddy.”

He smiled and picked up his young daughter. Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck. “My daddy,” she said and hugged him tightly.

“And you’re my princess,” replied Jack, hugging her back.

“Yep,” she said as she kissed his cheek. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, princess.”

“Daddy?”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m sorry I called Unca Danny ‘daddy’ one time,” she whispered.

Jack looked in shock at Sam, who had just walked in with a cranky Sean. “Did you…?”

“I didn’t say anything,” said Sam. “You?”

“No.”

“Jenny, did you know what me and daddy were talking about?” asked Sam.

“No. I ‘membered,” said Jenny, as Jack sat her down at the table.

“You remembered?”

“Uh huh,” she said.

“How? You were only eight months old,” said Sam.

Jenny looked up at Sam with sad blue eyes. “You don’t believe me?”

“It’s not that, baby. It’s just that…”

“You don’t believe me,” said Jenny. She jumped off the chair and ran out of the room crying.

“Shit,” said Jack. “I’ll get her.”

He followed Jenny into her room and found the little girl sobbing on the bed. “Jenny, I do believe you.”

“Mommy doesn’t,” she sobbed as Jack took her in his arms.

“Yes, I do, baby,” said Sam, entering her room.

“No, you don’t,” said Jenny, clutching Jack’s t-shirt and refusing to look at Sam.

“Jenny, it’s just that no little child has ever remembered something that happened when she was eight months old. But, because of Thor, you can.”

Sam sat down on the bed. “I do believe you, baby. It just takes some getting use to.”

Jenny seemed to accept this and held her arms out to Sam. Sam took her daughter into her arms and held her tightly. “I love you, mommy,” said Jenny.

“I love you too, baby,” said Sam, kissing the top of Jenny’s head.

“Daddy?”

“Hmmm?”

“Hug us!” demanded Jenny. “Want a group hug.”

Jack and Sam both chuckled and Jack took his wife and daughter into his embrace. He hugged them for a minute and then began tickling Jenny. “Daddy!” she exclaimed as she giggled uncontrollably. Then Sam got into the action and joined Jack in tickling her. “Mommy!”

They both laughed as she giggled. “Charlie! Help me!” she squealed.

Charlie came running in carrying Sean. He sat Sean on the floor with his teddy bear and said, “I’ll help you.” With that, he began tickling Jenny too.

“Not fair!!!” she exclaimed, trying to get away from her brother and her parents. She wiggled out of their grip and fell off the bed. They heard a snap. “OWWW!!!!” she screamed, holding her right arm.

“Jenny!” cried out Sam, gathering her daughter in her arms.

“Mommy, it hurts!”

“I know, baby. We’ll get you fixed right up,” said Sam.

“Charlie, watch your brother,” said Jack. He reached over and activated her bracelet. A few seconds and a bright light later, they on board an Asgard ship.

Jenny wasn’t screaming anymore. She was whimpering in pain. “Mommy, it hurts,” she whimpered in pain.

“I know, honey. The Asgard is going to fix your arm,” said Sam, cradling her daughter to her gently.

Jenny whimpered quietly, trying to keep her pain inside. A member of the Asgard entered the room. “General O’Neill, can I help you?”

“My daughter broke her arm,” said Jack. “Can you fix it?”

“Yes. Bring the child,” he/she said, “and follow me.” He/she turned around and motioned for Jack and Sam to follow. They entered a small room with an examination table sitting in the middle. “Place the child here.” All the diminutive alien could think of was the fact that this super race of beings was being reduced to healing a broken arm. But, he did what he had to do.

Jenny was still whimpering in pain as Sam placed her on the table. “Mommy, don’t go,” said Jenny with tears running down her face.

“I’m not going anywhere, honey,” said Sam. She sat down beside Jenny and cradled her daughter’s head in her lap and brushed her silky light-brown curls. She began humming Into the West as her daughter relaxed. The Asgard touched Jenny’s temple and the little girl fell asleep.

“Place her in this pod,” said the Asgard.

Jack gently picked his daughter up and placed her in the stasis pod. The lid closed and Jenny relaxed even further. A few moments later, her arm was healed, the bone completely mended. The lid opened and Jack picked her up.

“Is she ok?” he asked.

“Her arm is healed,” said the Asgard without inflection. “You may take her home now.”

“When will she wake up?” asked Sam.

“In a few moments,” said the Asgard.

The bright light sent them back home, back to Jenny’s bedroom. The little girl began to stir. “Mmmm….mommy?”

“It’s ok, baby. You’re safe,” said Sam.

“My arm doesn’t hurt no more,” said Jenny with a yawn.

“I know,” said Sam.

“Mommy?”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m hungry,” said Jenny.

Jack chuckled. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you some spaghetti,” he said, taking her from Sam.


A/N I know. I know. It's been a long time. Life gets in the way. But, I've got a couple of more chapters finished and then...that's it.