WITCH'S BREW

“Witch’s Brew”
by Aeryn

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“And when the couple got out of the car . . . THEY FOUND A HOOK HANGING ON THE DOOR HANDLE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Jack,” snorted The Dread Pirate Daniel. “Everyone’s heard that one a zillion times.”

“I have not,” said Teal’c, voice muffled through his Darth Vader mask. “What happened to this murderous hook man, O’Neill?”

“Uh had had to get a new hook.” He tossed the flashlight to Daniel. “Fine, smartass, YOU tell one.”

Daniel took the flashlight and held it underneath his chin. “Once upon a time there was a terrible tyrant named Jack O’Neill. He was mean and cruel to all those who served under him, refusing to let anyone eat blue Jell-O, and they all lived in fear of his gelatinous MADNESS!”

“Har.”

They were interrupted by knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Jack said, grabbing a bowl of candy. It had been a slow night. They’d only had two trick-or-treaters so far, an obnoxious eight year old Spider-Man and a shy ballerina who wouldn’t even come up on the porch.

But when he opened the door, there were no trick-or-treaters.

There was Carter.

And the sight of her made his jaw drop. She’d said she’d be going as a witch this year, but he didn’t know that THIS was what she meant. He wasn’t sure if she had meant a good witch or a bad witch.

This . . . this was both.

She was vamped out in a long, skin tight gown, slit high up on the thigh, exposing long legs in fishnets and high heels. It was black, shot through with silver thread so that it shimmered when she moved.

The gown was cut low, and he imagined there must be cleavage, oh boy, did he imagine it. But to his tremendous disappointment it was covered by the thick black hair of the wig she was wearing. Her face was pale, eyes smoky and circled in dark liner, lips a rich deep red. Her pointy hat was set at a jaunty angle, black feathers and strands of silver lining the brim.

Yow.

“Aw, sir. Soldier Guy, AGAIN?”

“Uh . . .” He wasn’t thinking with his brain at that particular moment.

“Sir?”

“What? Did you samethmething?”

“Your costume! Or should I say, your uniform.” She snorted and pushed past him, grabbing a handful of candy out of the bowl.

He looked down at his BDUs. He wore them every year, going as Solider Guy. Cheap and easy and comfortable.

“Lame,” she said over heruldeulder, walking, or rather, shimmying, into the dim living room. Daniel shone the flashlight on her and whistled low. “Wow, Sam,” he said. “Lookin’ good.”

O’Neill gritted his teeth. Daniel could away with stuff like that. Sometimes he hated Daniel.

She grinned. “Had a party to go to. You know, I had NO idea being a witch could get you so many phone numbers.” She tossed the hair of the wig back and delved into her cleavage. O’Neill felt his eyes pop out of his head. There was definitely something very different about her tonight, and it wasn’t just the fact that she was about to fall out of that damned dress. Her mannerisms were different, hell, even her v was was different.

She was a seductress, hell on wheels.

He watched as she withdrew a handful of scraps of paper and tossed them like confetti onto the coffee table. Daniel laughed. “Are you gonna call any of them?”

“Nah,” she said. O’Neiatchatched in fascination as she ran her tongue across the tip of a Hershey’s Kiss before popping it in moutmouth. He felt a jolt, sweet and down low. “Their costumes were lame.”

O’Neill suddenly wished he’d been a bit more creative this year.

“Oh, Teal’c!” she said, grinning. “Did you show them?”

“No, Major Carter,” he said. “I was waiting for you.”

She clapped her hands in delight and hopped up off the couch, rushing around to where Teal’c was now standing.

“Come overe tre to the front door, you’lld rod room to walk,” she said. She turned back to Daniel and O’Neill, flng ang a wrist. “Outta the way, boys! Darth Vader, comin’ through!”

They both took a seat on the couch and wad. Cd. Carter turned her back on them and did something to front of Teal’c’s costume. She looked up at him and grinned. “Ready?”

“Indeed.” And the room was suddenly filled with the very realistic sound of Darth Vader breathing. Teal’c’s head swiveled, sort of, in O’Neill’s direction. “Turn to the dark side, O’Neill.”

“Wow,” O’Neill said. “Impressive. B tho thought I WAS the dark side.”

Teal’c turned to Daniel. “DanielJackson, I am your father.”

Daniel burst into laughter.

Carter grinned. “Isn’t that cool? But wait. Show ‘em, Teal’c.”

He took something from his belt, and there was a crackle and then the very distinct hum of a light saber.

A pink light saber.

“Whoa! That thdoesdoesn’t really work, does it? ‘Cause, you know, just got the carpet cleaned,” O’Neill said. “But pink?”

“Well, we were going for red, but . . .” she shrugged. “And no, it doesn’t actually slice through things – but I might work on that if I ever get any spare time.”

She turned back to Teal’c. “Okay, we’ve got the voice, the light saber and . no. now, Teal’c.”

Teal’c began striding across the room, and the Darth Vader theme filled the air.

Daniel laughed again, applauding. “Damn, Sam. It’s perfect!”

She shimmied over to him and plopped in his lap and he slid his arms around her waist. “Thanks, babe,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled at her lazily, then tried to dodge her as she tried to wipe the lipstick off his face. “I’ll get it, I’ll get it,” he said, grabbing her by the waist and moving her to the centf thf the couch.

He headed off to the bathroom and she scooched over next to O’Neill, who was gritting his teeth again. All the flirting and kissing and ‘babe-ing’ was starting to piss him off. And make him jealous. Not good.

He jumped as he felt her plaster herself to his side. It made him very uncomfortable in a very nice way, which was very bad. She was definitely not acting like herself tonight.

“What do you think, sir?”

He looked at her. “What?”

She sighed rol rolled her eyes. “What do you think? About Teal’c’s costume?”

“Oh! Well, it’s . . .” He looked up at Teal’c, who had moved the tip of the light saber to his neck. “Uh, it’s the very best costume ever. She She laughed. “You’re not just saying that under threat of your life, are you?”

“Oh, no,” he said, leaning away from the light saber uneasily. “Best ever.”

“Thanks!” she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. “We’ve been wog ong on it for weeks!”

She leaned back and looked at him. “Oops. Got you, too.” She licked the tip of one finger and gently rubbed the lipstick from his face, one hand at the back of his neck to hold him steady. He closed his eyes for a second and leaned into her, before remembering where he was and who he was with.

Argh.

He inhaled sharply and got up and marched into the kitchen. This was ridiculous. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Or her, for that matter. He cared for Carter, of course, loved her, even, when he let himself think about it, which he tried not to do. Definitely thought she was beautiful. But usually he was able to controlselfself better than THIS.

“Beer, anyone?” he yelled, opening the refrigerator. All hands raised except for Carter’s. She got up and joined him in the kitchen, nudging him aside with one hip so she could poke around his refrigerator, causing him to stiffen in more ways than one. He stepped back quickly becauer aer ass was dangerously close to his now-sensitive crotch. “Do you have any wine, sir? They the BEST shiraz at the party . . . ah ha!”

She raised a bottle in triumph and spun around to face him, her body barely brushing his. He could smell perfume, faint and spicy. He felt himself flush. She gave him a long, slow smile. “Do you mind?” she asked.

He shook his head, taking a step back.

She took a step forward, still smiling, pressing against him more fully, making him gasp.

“Carter!” he hissed, darting a look toward the living room. Daniel and Teal’c were involved in conversation. He looked back at her. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Corkscrew?”

He sighed and ran a hand over his face and trto mto move back further, but she had him backed against the cabinet.

“What is WRONG with you? Are you drunk? Stop this!”

“Stop what? Where’s your corkscrew?” Then to his utter shock, she moved herself against him; once, twice. Her heels were high enough that they brought her hips on level with his; no hiding that hard-on now. Fuck.

“Oh, God,” he muttered. She stilled and put her mouth to his ear. “Where’s your corkscrew, sir?” she whispered. She rubbed herself against him again, causing him to groan. He was starting to get pissed. Pissed and horny was not a good combination for Jack O’Neill.

He grabbed both her wrists and pushed her away from him. “Stop it,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “I don’t know ’s w’s wrong with you tonight, but I won’t be teased. Do you understand that? Don’t you fucking dare play with me like this, or you might not like the consequences.”

The smile left her face and her eyes turned black. She looked at him for moment “Bu “But then again, I might,” she said, voice dark and husky. “Like the consequences, I mean.”

And she was gone in a swirl of lust laden air, returning to join Teal’c and Daniel in the living room.

He glared, yanking open a drawer and finding the corkscrew for her damned wine.

Fine, he thought. Game on.

***

They drank, trying to decide where to go. O’Neill stood, one elbow propped on the fireplace mantel, his eyes never leaving her. Whenever she looked at him she simply smiled, as if she knew something he didn’t. It was infuriating.

“Okay, then,” said Daniel. “Let’s go.”
hadnhadn’t been listening. “Go where?”

“Some club is having a costume contest,” Daniel said, patiently. He was used to O’Neill not paying attention. “We can’t just sit around here when we have a costume like this to show off.” He gestured at Teal’c.

O’Neill groaned.

“Oh, lighten up, sir,” Carter said, looking at him as if he were the biggest wet blanket on the fac the the earth. “We’ll stay just long enough for the costume contest, then leave. Will that work for you, you old grouch?”

Old? Did she just call him old? He’d show her old!

“Fine, I’ll drive Teal’c and we’ll meet you and Sam there,” Daniel said. He and Teal’c headed for the door. “See you there!” And they were gone.

Carter looked at him, then stood in one fluid motion, smoothing her gown over her body.

“Shall we go?” she asked, and not waiting for an answer, moved to the door. She’d barely opened it when his hand whipped past her head and slammed it shut.

“Sir?” she said, voice husky, still facing the door.

He was quiet, taking in the long line of her back, the outline of her ass in that skintight dress. He ran one hand down her side, then moved it around to her front, brushing up her stomach and against her breasts. He grinned when she shivered.

Two can play at this game, he thought.

He grasped her hips and brought her tight against him, sighing deeply and closing his eyes, reveling in the feel of her ass against his dick. She started to press back against him but he stopped her.

He was in control, now.

He spun her around and pressed her up against the door. Her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded. He trailed one finger over her face, across her lips and down the line of her neck. He leaned into her, forcing one knee between her legs, catching her hands and holding them away from him as she tried to slide them around his neck. He brought his mouth to her ear, sucking the lobe with his tongue. She gasped and tried to move against him, but he pinned her against the door with his hips.

Ah, he thought. Sweet spot.

He bit at her ear gently, licking, sucking, darting his tongue inside it, listening with immense pleasure as she began to groan. Nice.

His lips and tongue played down the length of her neck and down to her breasts. He stopped, breathing heavily, for a long, agonizing moment, then suddenly pulled at the neckline of her gown, revealing her right breast.

She was breathing heavily now, arching into him, trying to grind her self against him, but still he held her fast.

Slowly, he brought his lips to her nipple, first a kiss, then a lick, then a nibble. She was whimpering, he noted with satisfaction. He whorled his tongue around it, grunting with pleasure as it hardened in this mouth, then he sucked, hard, taking ash ofh of her into his mouth as he could. She bucked against him, crying out loudly, writhing, begging.

Too much, he thought, too much. Keep this up they were both going to suffer. He forced himself away from her, covering her up again.

“Ready to go?” he said, proud that his voice sounded remarkably normal.

“Yep!” she said, brightly, smiling. “Let’s go!”

As if nothing ever happened. Goddammit. On to round number three.

***

The place was, as he knew it would be, loud and annoying. He spotted a booth way in the back, as far away from the dance floor as possible, and made a beeline for it.

He waited for her to sit down then slid in next her, ordering a beer for himself and wine for her.

“Dark over here,” she said, looking around. “Do you see Teal’c and Daniel anywhere?”

“Nope.”

“They’ve got to be around here somewhere – oh, there they are! Getting signed up for the contest, looks like.”

“Great.”

She looked at him, small smile playing on her lips. “Are you all right, sir?”

He turned to her. “Keen.”

“You don’t seem very . . . keen.”

He sighed in frustration because her hand was now sliding up his thigh underneath the table.

“You keep this up and I’m gonna fuck you right here in front of God and everybody,” he growled.

She removed her hand. “Do you want m sto stop?”

He looked at her, eyes hard. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

That sent a jolt through him. “Then,” he said. “Don’t stop.”

She was already touching him again, hand sliding again up his thigh, finding her goal and stroking him firmly through his pants.

He slumped down and spread his legs wide while she worked him. He inhaled sharply and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. “Harder,” he said, voice tight with desire.

She gasped. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “What?”

“It’s just . . . the look on your face, the way you feel . . .” She grasped him firmly.

He pulled her hand away and pressed her against the side of the booth, leaning against her. He slid one hand up her thigh, moving slowly. He almost came right there when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. He damped down his own feelings and watched her face as he brushed his thumb against her. He paused, enjoying the look of frustration on her face, then suddenly shoved two fingers inside herusinusing her hips to buck slightly.

God, so wet. Not as unaffected by all the teasing as she pretended. And tight.

Shit. His entire body was screaming “Now, now, now! Fuck her now, you stupid bastard!”

But he took a deep breath and calmed himself. She still deserved a little of the punishment she’d been doling out all night.

Slowly he began to slide his fingers in and out, in and out, watching her intently. Her eyes locked with his, her mouth open, tip of her tongue sliding a her her lips. He moved his thumb up against her clit pressing against it gently, then gliding across it firmly. Her body shuddered and she tightened around his fingers. He removed his fingers and slid his thumb inside her, gathering her wetness, then moved it back up to her clit, rubbing it roughly.

She gasped, rubbing herself against his thumb. He leaned over and brought his mouth to her ear. “There? You like it right there?” he whispered.

She grasped his shoulders. “Yes. God . . . yes.”

“You like it hard?”

“Ahh . . .harder.”

“Like this?’

“Oh . . .fuck.”

His eyebrows rose. “Language!” he admonished, thumb moving faster and harder.

“Don’t stop.”

“Are you coming?”

“Damn near close . . . dammit!”

He’d removed his hand and was nonchalantly taking a sip of his beer, enjoying the look of fierce frustration on her face.

“Why did you stop?” she demanded.

“Revenge.”

She slumped back, pouting a little.

“Hey, you deserved it.”

She looked at him, then smiled slightly. “I guess I did.”

He set his beer down and leaned closer to her, whispering. “Besides, when you come, I want it to be with my face between your legs and you screaming your head off.”

Suddenly she was glued to his side, breathing heavily in his ear and struggling with his fly. She moved so quickly he didn’t get a chance to stop her and now she had his cock in her hot little hand. “Can we go now?” she whispered, hand stroking him quickly. “I can’t stand this anymore, you said you were going to fuck me, will you take me home and fuck me, NOW?”

He wasn’t sure but he thought his eyes actually crossed.

He pushed her away and zipped up quickly.

“Check, please!”

***

The moment they entered his house there was a lot of fumbling, kissing, cursing, groaning and tripping, but finally he was naked and she was almost so as he pushed her on to the bed.

He stood, looking at her, nude except for her stockings, still wearing her wig.

“Wow,” he said.

“Wow, yourself,” she replied, looking him up and down, eyes lingering on his oh-so-very hard cock.

Before she could say anything else he’d buried his face between her legs, true to his word, going down on her for all he was worth. And she did scream, coming very quickly, she’d been so close to the edge already. But he kept going, tongue and fingers working her expertly and before she knew it she was writhing and clutching at the sheets, sheer fire spreading from where his tongue touched her up through the rest of her and she came again, and, to her surprise and to his smug satisfaction, once more.

“God,” she panted. “What did you DO to me?”

“Magic,” he grinned, crawling up her body to kiss her deeply. She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly, then moved a hand down between them to touch him.

“No, no,” he said, groaning. “Can’t take it.”

She smiled. “Then fuck me.”

“God . . . it kills me to hear you say that.”

“Fuck me.”

“Stop,” he said, but he was grinning. So was she.

“Fuck me NOW!”

“Goddammit,” and he shoved himself inside her, an explosion of white light bursting behind his eyes. She moaned, raking her fingers down his back, biting at his neck. It was fast and rough, couldn’t be anything else after everything she’d put him through that night, and she kept whispering “Harder, harder.” He rammed himself inside her again and a, gr, grunting in sheer, mindless pleasure, and he felt the pressure building up and he called her name, then everything exploded from within him and groaned loudly and came inside her, came for a long time, back arching, teeth clenching, eyes closed.

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***

When he opened his eyes she was grinning at him, eating chocolate. “You could have killed me,” he said.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “What?”

“It should never be that good for a man my age.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“I’m serious. I think I passed out for a second.”

She snorted. “You fell asleep.”

He paused. “Oh. You sure?”

She rolled her eyes. “You were snoring.”

He rolled to his side to share in the candy. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem. Gave me chance to clean up.”

He looked at her. She was wearing one of his old T-shirts, hair still damp from the shower, face fresh and free of make-up.

“Now THAT’S the Sam Carter I know and love.”

Her eyes widened, then she looked away.

“Hey. Look at me.”

She looked at him shyly.

“I meant that and I’m not taking it back.”

“Good,” she said. “I don’t want you to take it back.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Does that mean you feel the same way?”

She nodded and he smiled.

“You know, if we’re gonna do this, there are things we have to talk about.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But not tonight. Okay?”

“Fine,” he said. “So what was that all about, tonight? The get-up, the teasin
“
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “It was just nice to be someone else for a while. And when I saw you . . . I saw how you were looking at me, and I guess it just gave me the courage to do what I’ve been wanting to do.”

“Drive me insane? Give me blue balls?”

She laughed. “Seduce you.”

“Well, it was VERY enjoyable, don’t get me wrong, but I think you’re much sexier like this.”

She blushed and he grinned, sweeping away the candy and clambering on top of her.

Her eyes widened. “Again?”

“Somethin’ in the air?”

“Magic?”

“Witch’s brew?”

He nuzzled into her neck. “Or maybe, it’s just true love.”

She sighed happily and felt him wrap his arms tight around her and knew that he was right.

True love.

Zee End

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