Asirious Situation

Title- Asirious Situation
Author- Adi and Denise
E-mail - skydiver119@hotmail.com. dr_bev_crasher@hotmail.com
Category- PWP (althoit'sit's more a Porn, got a little plot)
Archive Anywhere but please link to the page on my own site. http://www.geocities.com/sky_diver119/
Season- 4
Spoilers – The Light mainly
Rating- NC-17
Content Warning- Sex. Little light bondage, adult fun and games
Summary- It's a pleasure palace right????
Disclaimer Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Sci-fi and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and s are are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author

Asirious Situation
By
Adi and Denise

"Colonel, that's my laptop," Sam protested, spying the device in her CO's hands. They'd just had their daily supply delivery from the SGC, among the food and toiletry it a d a dozen batteries and her laptop. Which meant she could finally run some experiments and type up some of the notes she'd been gathering in the past couple of days.

While the palace by the sea wasn't totally lacking in amenities, there was no such thing as a transformer to allow her to tap into the palace's power source and make use of it for more practical purposes.

"I know. I signed the requisition for it a few months ago. Which is how I also know it has a DVD player in it. Which will go perfectly with these." He held up a handful of movies that had apparently come through in the shipment as well.

"Jack, what's this?" Loren held up a large plastic bag of popcorn.

"My second favorite thing in the universe," Jack quipped. "Come on, Carter, we'll watch a couple of movies and make an evening of it. There should even be a six pack of diet coke in here somewhere."

"Colonel, I asked for the laptop so I could get some work done," she said, trying to keep her voice even and calm.

"Carter, you said it yourself, we have WEEKS here. Work later. Tonight is movie night. Come on Loren."

Sam watched them go, trailed by Daniel who shot her a sympathetic look as he walked by. Knowing that if she followed them, she would definitely say something that would get her into trouble, she turned on her heel, grabbing her pack and stalking out of the room. Daniel had estimated that the palace had about fifty rooms or so, plenty of space for her to get lost in. She had to be marooned here; there was no rule saying that she had to be marooned WITH them.

She made her way through the halls, not failing to notice the opulence that surrounded her. The palace may have been abandoned for centuries, but it was as if time stood still. The marble walls were as smooth and polished. As they must have been years ago. She didn't know if Loren was big into dusting or if it was a feature of the palace for it not to be dusty and musty.

Reaching the end of a hall, she paused, looking around her. They really hadn't had a chance to explore, most of their attention focused on the Light, then turning the Light off. Thinking that she might as well find herself a private room, she opened one of the doors, reaching for her flashlight. There was a large bed against one wall, a tattered canopy hanging from the large wooden bedposts. A couple of small tables stood by each side of the bed, each supporting what had to be a light of some sort. The far wall was decorated with several small shelves, cluttered with dozens of bottles. A large stone table stood before a fireplace, conveniently stocked with wood.

She walked further into the room and smiled at the sight of a large marble tub cut into the floor. It was at least three feet deep and a quick test proved that the tap still worked, clear water splashing into the basin. She sighed in pleasure, walking over and tossing her pack onto the bed. She was officially calling dibs on this room . . . and she'd shoot anyone getting in her way.

Lying down on the bed, she closed her eyes, relaxing a bit for the first time in days. She could still feel the tug of the Light and knew she couldn’t avoid it totally, but she also knew that she'd be ok for a few more hours. Screw movie night, she was going to get some sleep.

She felt a tingle down her spine and groaned. "Major Carter?"

"Go away, Teal'c," she mumbled, keeping her eyes stubbornly closed.

"I wished to ascertain that you are well."

"I'm fine. Go away." She heard him walk into the room. "Teal'c, I said…" She sat up, frowning at the sight of her Jaffa teammate, and the closed door. "What the hell?"
She got off the bed and pushed past him. The door to the room was closed, and there was no doorknob or no other apparent way out. She turned back to her teammate who was standing beside the bed.

"It would appear that we are trapped in here," he said and raised a surprised eyebrow when Sam swore.

She forced herself to calm down, it wasn't Teal'c's fault, he had only wanted to make sure she was all right. "I guess you're stuck here until they come looking for us. Which, considering the stack of DVDs the colonel had sent over, might be a while." She eyed the bed and decided she was too tired to be shy. "Until then I'm going to sleep. Make yourself at home."

She removed her outer clothibootboots, jacket, and pants, and crawled into the bed, too tired and irritable to care what he would do.

She dreamt she was floating naked in a large pool, so big she couldn't see the sides, but her eyes were closed anyway so she couldn't really see anything. However this being a dream she didn't really need to see anything as everything that was happening was being painted in beautiful bright colors behind her eyelids.

She saw herself breathing in and out, her chest rising and falling as air filled her lungs. She saw and felt the water lapping against her skin in gentle teasing touches, causing her to shiver slightly in delight. One final breath, in and out, and she was completely submerged in the water, but she wasn't drowning, she was being caressed by the water.

The touch on her breasts was feather light, like kissing lips. The touch on her nipples was harder, like a licking tongue. Her skin tingled with the touch of a million fingers, and between her legs a different kind of wetness was being coerced from her. Thicker, creamier, and she wanted more. She kicked her legs and arched her back, her hands formed fists and she tried to pound the water into submission.

'More!' Was her only thought. 'Harder' soon came after. She got neither. The water continued its teasing touches. On her fingertips, her neck the soft point behind her ears, everywhere and nowhere and especially not where she wanted it most.

She woke up flushed and frustrated. Not quite remembering the dream but unable to forget the sensations and the feeling of wanting more, harder. She reached down between her legs, wanting to give herself some relief, some release, but a sound stopped her, reminded her that she wasn't alone.

She sat up and looked around her, trying to identify the noise. She saw him kneeling facing the corner, but from where she was sitting she could see all of him, all of him in all his glory, and he was defiantly glorious now.

Naked, dark skin glistening with sweat, hand moving so quickly it was almost a blur. He moaned softly and she found herself unriserised, hadn't she always imagined he was quiet, from the very first? His cock, and what a beautiful word that was to describe such a beautiful thing that he held in his hand, was the same chocolate color as the rest of him, and hadn't she always imagined that too?

With a grunt he came, and his hand movement slowed but didn't stop, and oh god he was still hard. Sliding off the bed she removed her top and stepped out of her underwear, she never liked the word panties. She didn't want anything between her and him, not even air. He didn't notice her behind him, so intent was he on his task. She could have killed him then, easily slipped a knife across his neck, but she had other things in mind.

Crouching behind his back she snaked her hand around him, following his moving arm. He didn't jump when she replaced his pumping hand with her own, so perhaps he had heard her, or maybe he just didn't care at the point, but when she manipulated him into turning around he pulled her into a kiss and whispered Samantha against her lips and she knew he did. It took her a few moments to realize where she was, to realize that he was kneeling before her while she held his pleasure in her hand. She could hurt him if she wanted it to, and she groaned with arousal when she realized he'd let her if she'd ask.

It hurt when she straddled him and pulled him inside her, as she knew it would. He was so large and it had been so long since the last time, but he noticed her grimace and held himself still for a few moments allowing her body to accommodate him, while he acquainted himself with her body. He kissed her breasts in greeting, and stroked her skin hello and when he wrapped his lips around her nipple and hummed, she gasped and cried and he knew it was time.

With han hands on her hips he guided her up and down and up and down, and she recognized a see-saw children's rhyme in the rhythm, but she wanted more, harder, faster and soon his hands weren't guiding her but anchoring him in a storm of blond hair, flushed skin and quick panting breaths.

When she came it was so sudden and surprising and brutal that it almost hurt. Like an atom bomb emanating from her center, traveling outwards obliterating every thought in its path. Her head was thrown back from the force of it, her eyes wide with surprise, her mouth open in a silent wail, and her hands gripped his shoulders so tightly it was amazing that he didn't cry out in pain.

She was gasping when she returned to him, head resting on his shoulder, body shaking so hard the arms that had anchored him in her storm, now held her up. He had been still as she climaxed, drinking in her pleasure as if it was his own. Watching her as she made her journey into the atmosphere, waiting for her to come back to him. Now, it was his turn.

Teal'c gently lifted her off him, the slight slurping sound of their bodies separating seeming to echo off the walls. Silently, he took her hand, leading her to the bed. She padded behind him, craning her neck a bit to watch the muscles of his tight ass flex as he walked.

He sat her on the edge of the bed, and then knelt beside her, lightly touching one of the tables to open a hidden drawer. He drew out a handful of filmy scarves and looked up to her. "Do you trust me?"

Silently she nodded. Standing up, he gently pushed her back so that she lay on the bed. Grabbing one of her wrists, he tied the scarf around it then stretched her arm out, tying the other end to the bedpost. He repeated the procedure three more times until she was helplessly spread eagle on the bed.

Still without not saying a word, he knelt over her, pursing his lips and blowing gently on her skin. She shivered, feeling the tiny hairs standing on end. He traced her arms and neck, caressing her with his breath.

Reaching down, he took a fifth scarf and tied it over her eyes, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to impede her vision. She squirmed, straining her ears for a sign of what was to come next.

She'd never done this before, let herself be helpless with a man. Always she'd taken an active part in lovemaking, thinking that being submissive was somehow a cop out.
She giggled when his breath tickled the soles of her feet, the act lightening the mood. "Ssh," he said, slapping her leghtlyhtly in punishment.

The air kisses continued, tracing up and down her legs, coming near but never touching where she so desperately wanted him to be. He blew on her stomach and the muscles quivered under his non-touch.

Finally, a burst of cool air caressed her aching nipples and she arched her back in response, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

A hot tongue replaced the cool breath as he licked her breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. Her hands pulled against her bonds as his mouth continued his assault, bringing first one nipple then the other to nearly painful hardness.

She could feel the juices building between her legs as her hips squirmed. She felt the bed shift and she gasped, thinking that he was leaving her. He returned in a few seconds and she bucked, feeling his large hands on her hips.

Something both hard and soft poked between her legs and she trto rto rock her hips, frowning as she realized that it wasn’t him. "Teal'c?"

"Ssh." He pressed his mouth over hers slipping his tongue between her lips as he pressed the object into her. She felt his hand push and pull, working the dildo until it was seated deeply within her. He gave her one last kiss, then got off the bed.

Panting slightly, she waited for his next move. She strained her ears as he walked away. She heard the dull clatter of wood, then the gentle whoosh of flames. Building a fire? He left her like this and was building a fire? If he was cold, she knew of a way to warm him up.

Pulling against the scarves, she wiggled on the bed, growling when she realized that she couldn't get free. "Do you know what this room is?" he asked softly.

"What?" Conversation? She didn't want to talk. She wanted him to get his ass back over her and finish what he started.

"This is a courtesan's chamber. The goa'uld are unlimited in their cruelty, but also enjoy their pleasures. Many times, Apophis would bade me to search out a new place, new things to titillate him." She heard him walk back towards her, his voice growing quiet, his voice caressing her like she wished his hands would. She squirmed, her small movements moving the dildo inside her. She could feel the pressure building, little by little, teasing but never enough to give her satisfaction. "I discovered a substance that could prolong an erection for hours, allowing a man to pleasure many women." He sat on the bed, rocking it slightly. She gasped, the movement exciting her. "And there is another which, when given to a woman, will give her endless fulfillment."

"Teal'c"

"Ssh." He placed his hand over her mouth, one finger slipping between her lips. She sucked on it, grazing it with her teeth as she rocked her hips, desperate for some relief. "Do you know a human female can hover on the brink of fulfillment for hours?"


He took her breast in his mouth and she moaned, her arms convulsively pulling on her bonds. His other hand fluttered over her stomach and her muscles clenched, her back arching, shoving her breast further into his mouth.

She growled, clamping her teeth down on his finger. His hand skimmed over her mons, teasing her curls with his fingers. She bucked her hips again, unable to get leverage to do much else the way her ankles were tied. His hand skittered away. "Not yet," he whispered, using that hand to pinch her nipple.

She bit down harder, a growl of satisfaction rumbling through her throat as her teeth broke his skin, a tiny drop of blood trickling down her tongue, filling her mouth with the warm, salty taste. "Now," she demanded, biting a bit harder. He chuckled, burying his mouth in her throat and licking the sweat pooled there.

"No." He made his way up her neck, nipping and licking his way to her ear. "I do not want to."

"Teal'c," she gasped frantically bucking her hips. The dildo wiggled and teased, coming close but not giving her what she so desperately needed. She felt pressure build in her stomach, becoming a physical force that pushed her to the precipice of pleasure, but would not let her crash over it. She could smell her own arousal in the air, feel the blood coursing through her veins, and feel her heartbeat echoed between her legs.

"Yes," he breathed, tugging gently on her ear lobe.

"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.

She felt him smile against her cheek. He pulled his finger from her mouth, replacing it with his tongue. She opened her mouth and raised her head, desperate to keep the contact, every nerve in her body jangled, hyper sensitive for any contact.

Suddenly she felt warmth between her legs. He grabbed the dildo and she screamed. Lights exploded behind her eyes her toes curled and goddamnit where had he learned to play her body like that.

In the back of her mind she could hear him laughing and she laughed too, laughed from the sheer joy of pleasure. After a few momente lae laughter died down but he hadn't released her from her silky restraints. He lay next to her and she could feel his hardness against her thigh, the thought of it made her mouth water and she began to rub her leg against him, making him groan in her ear. He groaned even louder when she stopped and she smiled, becauhe hhe had taken back control and it was just as much fun as giving it away.

"Take off the blindfold." It was the softest command Teal'c had ever been given, but it was inarguably a command. Gently he leaned over her and removed the scarf from her eyes. "Now fuck me."

He did so, gladly. Straddling her legs he carefully guided himself into her. This time there was no need to pause, no need to hesitate. Her body knew him, wanted him, relished in feel of him. He pounded into her, and she thrust up to meet him as much as she could. It was hard and it was brutal and though she was the one tied up there was no question of who was in charge.

She watched his face, she could see he was close, had been closece sce she had rubbed her leg again him but she was in charge here and she would decide when it would end. "Now!" And this time he couldn't say no.

He screamed as he climaxed, a wordless feral scream, every muscle tensed, his body froze above her and the moment stretched . . .

She felt the silk sheets under her, slick and slippery with her sweat and other juices, she felt his body heat above her in all the places they touched, and the cool air of the room where they didn't. She felt him pulsing inside her and she felt as slowly, one by one, his muscles relaxed.

She relished his weight when he collapsed on top of her, his breathing hard in her ear. He untied one of her hands before rolling off of her, his breath still coming in quick gasps.

She sighed when he pulled out of her, and undid the rest of the scarves, leaving them tired to the bedposts. Beside her Teal'c's gasping had turned into slow deeps breaths as he fell asleep.

Naked, exhausted, covered in sweat she thought he had never looked so . . . she couldn't think of a word. He looked like a sleeping panther, a small child, and a dark Adonis all at once. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Feeling achy, but not tired, she slid off the bed, giving into the urge to try out the bath, though part of her loathed the thought of washing his scent from her skin. Turning on the tap Sam climbed into the large lined hole in the floor. The water seemed to be scented and as the steam rose she felt as though sweet-smelling flowers surrounded her. Inhaling deeply several times she felt a familiar tickling between her legs. Sam closed her eyes, and let the events of the past few hours run through her head as her hand gently caressed her navel, before slowly moving down.


He retuned to the waking world the in the same manner he left it, smoothly and quickly. One moment he was sleeping deeply the next he was awake and perfectly aware that he had been sleeping and was now awake. He was also quite . . . libidinous. His body wanted sex, especially one particular part of his body.

The sound of water moving gently caused him to turn his gaze toward the large water-tub. Sam floated there; water up to her chin, her eyes closed, and her skin flushed a delicate pink, different from the almost red shade from before.

He smiled at the thought of making her skin turn that color again. He walked up to her quietly and paused. Her hand was moving, gently, rhythmically, rubbing in circles and then disappearing and reappearing into the blond fluff. He had had many lovers, had done many things with them, but he had never seen any of them like them like this. Almost hypnotized he got nearer, wanted to see more, but she sensed him nearing and opened her eyes, smiling when she saw him, and ceasing her actions.

The water-tub was large and easily had enough room for two. He climbed in causing it to overflow and water to flood the floor around them.

Sam's smile widened and she moved forward, further disturbing the water and adding to the puddle around the tub. She sat with her knees on either side of his outstretched legs, the hard flesh of his blood-engorged cock brushing up against her stomach, the water just reaching her chin. He pulled her closer to him, lifted her up a bit by bending his legs, and lowered his lips to her neck. She still smelt of sex and he wondered what she would taste like. She gasped as he nibbled his way up to her mouth, and moaned as he traced her lips with his tongue before pressing his lips to hers. He had one hand resting on her back and the other on her breast, gently massaging it, and occasionally brushing against her nipple, she hne ane arm wrapped around his neck, and the other was on his chest, feeling his heart beat.

He moaned against her mouth and ran his hand through her wet hair. She shuddered whenreacreached a particularly sensitive spot on the back of her neck and he wondered what other sensitive points he had missed. Holding her waist he pulled her up with him as he stood up, and turned her around, gently pushing her forward over the edge of the tub.

The puddle around the tub had cooled and the chilled water made goose bumps appear all over her body. She rested her head on her hands to keep it above the water, eagerly waiting to see what he would do next.

Her knees found purchase and she wrapped her fingers around the rim. The warm marble felt smooth beneath her fingertips. Hard and smooth like the pulsing cock she could feel rubbing against her lower back. The hot water lapped around her waist while steam rose, caressing her body with feather light fingers.

Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and she gasped as one large hand snaked around her waist, cupping her breast in his fiery embrace. A hot tongue caressed her from her shoulder, licking and sucking its way to her ear, where strong teeth gently nibbled on her earlobe.

She gasped and threw back her head as his other hand snaked between her thighs, unerringly finding the sensitive nub hidden by her golden curls. His fingers caressed and stroked and she felt the pressure build again.

Surrendering to the sensations, she leaned back, letting him support her. She could feel his heart thudding against her back, the quickening rhythm a beautiful counterpoint to his hand and the rhythm it maintained between her legs. His fingers caressed and stroked, dipping in and out of her slick channel with ruthless irregularity.

His voice echoed in her ear, his guttural native tongue sounding like the sweetest poetry. He pinched her nipple and she gasped, craning her neck back so that she could just see him out of the corner of her eye.

His eyes were closed and his brow furrowed in intense concentration. She could see his nostrils flare in time with his harsh breathing.

Following her instincts, she brought her right hand down, releasing her grip on the edge of the tub. Lowering it into the water, she twisted her shoulder, slipping her hand between them. She unerringly found his cock, smiling as it bucked under her touch. Reveling at literally having him in the palm of her hand, she caressed and stroked, his gasps of pleasure exploding like tiny air bullets in her ear.

Her fingers traced the ridges, stretching down to caress his balls, rolling them gently against each other. She gently tickled the sparse hairre, re, smiling as he gasped into her ear. "Samantha," he growled, his hand clenching between her legs. She giggled, knowing that he was totally under her control.

Apparently not amused, he pushed her forward. Bracing herself with her left arm, she felt his cock brush her bottom. His hand pulled out from inside her and she felt it cover hers, using it to guide his penis inside her. She pulled her hand from under his, supporting herself against the edge of the tub. She felt him adjust himself and pull out slightly. His right hand joined hers on the edge of the tub and he thrust. Their movement created waves in the tub and as she leaned forward, the hot water lapped at her breasts, rising and ebbing in a rhythmic caress.

She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations of this new position. She heard him grunt and felt his chest rub against her back, his nipples hardening into two small nubs. Shifting her weight, she raised her left hand, pulling his from her breast and pulling it below the water, guiding him between her legs. He laid his hand over hers, guiding her as her fingers caressed her clitoris. He covered her right hand with his, their fingers entwining and grasping as their hips rocked in a rhythm as old as time.
Their voices joined in twin moans of pleasure as his thrusts became more erratic and violent, their movements sending wave after wave of water splashing out of the tub. She threw her head back, closing her eyes and abandoning herself to the ultimate in pleasure, crashing over the pinnacle at the same moment as him. She felt him pulse within her, their muscles contracting in unison, violent at first, and then lessening in intensity, mirroring the ripples in the tub.

Gasping for breath, she leaned her head against the edge of the tub, savoring the coolness even as she reveled in being sandwiched between the hot water and the burning warmth of his strong chest. She should be uncomfortable…but she'd never felt safer in her life.

He slid off of her and back into the tub, running the tip of his tongue along her spine as he did. Sam giggled at the tickling sensation and then she too slid back into the tub, and after a moment's hesitation sat between Teal'c's legs, with her back leaning on his chest. Teal'c's arms wrapped around her stomach and sighed, relishing in a feeling of contentness she hadn't felt in years.

After a few quiet moments, where the Goa'uld drainage system cleared and dried off the floor, proving that the Goa'uld did have some sense, especially when it came to their own pleasure. Sam announced that she was getting prune-y and got out of the tub with Teal'c close behind.

They dried each other off in fluffy towels made of a material that felt not unlike cotton. Sam laughed as Teal'c took special care to dry the bottom of her feet. The sight of him kneeling before almost too ridiculous to take seriously, she almost never got to see the top of his head. Sam returned the favor by rubbing the towel between each of his toes, almost causing him to lose his balance trying to escape the tickling sensation.

Together they changed the sheets on the bed with the sheets they found in the drawer beneath the one where the silk scarves were kept. Exhausted, they curled around each other and were asleep within minutes.


It was hours later when she woke, stretching out like a sated cat in the afternoon sun. She'd never felt so relaxed, so completeanguanguidly, she rolled over, sighing as she stretched her arms over her head. Her muscles, especially those between her thighs, felt sore, but it was a good feeling. Feeling the presence of another person, she rolled over, meeting the bemused gaze of Teal'c.

"I believe the appropriate Tau'ri ritual is to inquire as to your well being," he said, his dark eyes sparkling.

"I could ask the same of you," she said. "What the hell was that?" she asked, blushing despite herself.

"I believe it was Asira," he said, seemingly not bothered by the event of the previous evening.

"Asira?"

"An extremely powerful aphrodisiac. I believe I detected its scent earlier in the evening."

"But...the water," she said, her brain making the connection between the aroma she'd smelt and how they'd acted.

He nodded. "Yes. If it was last used in the tub, when you ran water into it, it could have reactivated the substance."

"Well, that stuff has staying power. I mean, I doubt Loren was up here, which means it's been a century or two since it was last used." She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him seriously. "What do we do now?"

"I believe we should rejoin the others downstairs, preferably before they feel the need to search for us," he said calmly.

Sam looked around the room. "Yeah, it could be a little embarrassing if they came up here," she agreed. "But I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about...this...us."

"Among Jaffa, sexual relationships do not necessitate a personal relationship. We need not mention the events of last night. I am aware that many Tau'ri find intimate relationships between co-workers uncomfortable," he said.

"That's what we CAN do...what do you WANT to do?" she asked, sensing that they were on the cusp of a decision that could have long standing ramifications for both of them.

"I sense that you do not wish to begin an intimate and binding relationship," he said.

"What makes you think that?"

"You have not lacked opportunities to enter into relationships with many males, up to and including O'Neill...yet you rebuff every advance."

She sighed. "I just...it makes things complicated, Teal'c. I don't want to start anything with anyone in the SGC...that never ends well. And...well how the hell do I explain it to a civilian why my dad speaks funny, or where I go for days on end, or how I come home from a week's mission, in January, inside a mountain, with a tan?" She sighed again. "It just...it's easier not to have a relationship. I mean...celibacy never killed anyone," she said ironically.

He smiled slightly. "True. However, even Doctor Fraiser has extolled the virtues of stress relief."

"Is that what this was? Stress relief?" she asked.

"No," he said seriously. "This was a night I shall always remember as one of the most memorable and pleasurable of my life," he said sincerely. "And an experience I would not be adverse to repeating." He sat up in the bed. "However, if you wish it, it is also a night I shall never speak of again." He got out of the bed and crossed to the table by the fire where he'd left his clothes.

Still under the covers, she watched him dress, unable not to admire how his muscles rippled and how such a powerful creature could be such a gentle and giving lover.

"How are we going to get out?" she asked him, scooting out of bed and reaching for her drdedrded clothes. "The door's locked."

He tucked in his shirt and walked over to the door, easily pulling it open. "It was not uncommon for courtesan's chambers to be secured with a time activated locking mechanism. This insured that the client received ample services for his money."

She dressed quickly, unable to deny that he was right, she was more relaxed then she'd been in months. A part of her felt that it was wrong. They were teammates. And there were rules about how teammates should act. Being intimate with him could cloud her judgment. Or could it? She didn't feel any different about him right now than she did yesterday. He was her lover, yes. But not her love. He was a teammate and a dear friend, but would never be the love of her life. And he gained just as much enjoyment out of their...activities as she had. What would be the difference if they'd spent last night bowling? So what if they'd found a mutually agreeable activity to share weacheach other. Apparently they both knew where the other stood.

He led the way out of the room and she followed, her nose picking out the unmistakable aroma of bacon and eggs. Almost on cue, her stomach growled, reminding her that she'd put in quite a workout the previous night.

They entered the main hall, finding the colonel seated by the small camp stove General Hammond had sent them. "There you two are," he said, motioning them forward. "We were wondering where you'd run off to."

Sam sat down, accepting the mug of coffee he poured up and handed to her. "I guess I overslept, sir. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry. This is a vacation. And there's no such thing as oversleeping on vacation." Teal'c sat beside her and O'Neill held out a bottle of juice instead of coffee for the Jaffa. "I aah...I owe you an apology," Jack said to Sam.

Sam frowned. "For what?"

"Hammond contacted us this morning. He wondered if you'd finished the analysis of the data he'd sent you." He reached behind him and picked up her laptop. "You should have told me you actually WERE working on something," he chided gently.

"I tried, sir but..."

"But I wouldn't listen. I know. Anyway, here's your laptop back, and I got Hammond to send you every battery he could scrounge. He sent through another one for us to use. I hope I didn't screw anything up," he said sincerely.

Sam glanced at Teal'c then shook her head. "No, sir. I'm sure it will be ok," she said.

"Good." Jack got to his feet. "Daniel's outside with Loren. You want to work on whatever that is, go find yourself a room and put a towel over the doorknob or something. We'll leave you alone so you can get some work done. Just remember to come up for air every so often so we know you're ok."

"Actually, sir. If Teal'c could help me, it might go faster," she said, sharing a secret smile with her friend.

"Teal'c? You ok with that?" Jack asked.

"Indeed, O'Neill. I would be most honored to assist Major Carter," he said, his eyes full of secret meaning."

Jack clapped his hands together. "Sweet. Sounds like you got it all worked out. I'm gonna go reel those two in. You guys...aah, have fun on your project. And don't forget to take some time to relax while you're at it. Fraiser will have my hide if I bring you back in worse shape than when you left."

Sam watched him go, and then turned to Teal'c who was starting to dish up the remaining bacon and eggs let in the pan. "No promises. No expectations," she said.

He nodded, handing her a plate. "As you wish."

"And whatever we do up there...stays up there." He nodded again and she smiled. "I think the next three weeks just got a bit brighter," she quipped, digging into her meal with gusto.

~Fin~