All By Myself
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Stargate: SG-1 › General
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Adult +
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3,282
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All By Myself
You and me had
Such wonderful times
When I'm all by myself,
All by myself
-- All By Myself, Green Day
Sometimes, he was fine. She was on his team, so they were always together. He could watch her blue eyes narrowed in concentration, her brows furrowed with worry as she tried to solve great scientific mysteries that were quite beyond him. They could flirt all friendly-like, they could fight, they could talk about work. It was fine because she was Carter, and Carter was there, with him.
But on nights like this, when the bed seemed a little colder, it wasn't okay. Sure, she was always with him when they went off world. And sure, they always got to save the galaxy together, and they spent days, even weeks together at a time if they've been stranded on another planet again. But at night, at home, she couldn't be there.
On one hand, he argued with himself that he was just attracted to her because she was a woman. After all, he liked women. So he could reasonably say that it was because he wasn't accustomed to working with a woman, and here was a blonde beauty, with an obviously great body underneath her camouflage uniform. It was only natural that a divorced, older man like Jack O'Neil would be attracted to a young, bright woman like Samantha Carter.
The other part of him argued back: why, then, did Frasier not do the same thing to him? Really, she was more conventionally attractive, with a slightly more exotic beauty about her. She was certainly more feminine. So why was Carter the only one that made him smile like a buffoon when he thought no one was looking, and why was she the only one that gave him that school boy-ish giddy feeling in his stomach when they accidentally made physical contact?
Jack made an involuntary growl of frustration as he tossed around in bed, restless. There was no denying it - he was completely in love with her. Truly, madly, deeply. There was a pang of disappointment as he recalled the few times they almost had a chance, like when they had thought they'd never get home again. No home, no military, no rules. Their memories had been altered on an icy planet where they were put to work underground, but they still had vague memories of their feelings for each other. Neither of them could hide their disappointment completely when they remembered everything; they had almost had a chance, but then duty called.
A small smirk crossed Jack's face as he thought about how he still thought she was beautiful, even in that frumpy brown outfit they were forced to wear. He definitely preferred her in a black t-shirt and camouflage, thought. The contrast between her small frame and cute face to the bulkiness of military dress, and that confident posture she always carried - it was one of his favourite things about her.
He noticed, then, that he had at some point begun stroking himself over his boxers. The bed didn't seem as cold as before, though it still wasn't as warm as he would have liked. Figuring he may as well finish what he started, he released himself from his boxers and shifted his position so that he was leaning against his headboard a little higher.
These were the nights that preceded days that Jack found it difficult to look Carter in the eye. Unfortunately, that often made things worse, as he was then inclined to look at the rest of her. At times, his imagination was so vivid that the folds and wrinkles in the fabric of her uniform all but disappeared to reveal the soft, creamy flesh underneath. There were countless times where he had walked into some part of the SGC and there was Carter, bent over some project or other, causing her clothing to tighten around her ass and thighs in a maddeningly alluring way. He could almost see the details of her body, hints of her more private curves driving every inch of himself insane. It took every ounce of his self-control not to take her at those times, regulations be damned.
He began to stroke himself again, conjuring up memories of her skin from moments where they had contact - usually it was due to injuries, but it counted as a point of reference. Her voice came to him, then. He heard her forceful tone as her eyes flashed with determination in his mind, when she knew she was right. Her confused eyes, her angry eyes, her huge, beautiful, blue eyes. He stroked a little faster, just enough to increase blood flow and friction, but not enough to finish just yet. He needed to draw this out, to release as much frustration as possible so that he might sleep tonight.
In his mind's eye, Carter was going about her business at the SGC, completely unaware that she was nude. She pushed herself up onto a table and arched her body provocatively, legs crossed and chest forward. One hand beckoned to him and Jack obeyed, his familiar smirk in place.
He could smell her, as they wrapped around each other. He remembered the taste of her lips, willing himself to taste it then as he felt her legs wrap around his waist, her hands gently tangling into his hair.
"With all due respect, sir, fuck me harder," she said, her voice husky from sex.
There was a sheen of sweat formed on her perfectly fit body, making her absolutely seductive without even trying. Not that she ever needed to try, of course. He could feel her exploring his body with her lips and hands, a nibble here, a lick there. She knew exactly where to touch, and how to touch. He picked her up and they tainted every room of the SGC with their lovemaking - Jack's hand jolted into a firmer grip, his speed increasing as he lost control of himself, relaxing his concentration on his own body to focus on imagining hers. Where his hand was, she now enveloped him, softer, hotter, wetter.
His breath was ragged as he struggled with keeping his motions steady. Carter moved along with him, arching her back with pleasure, her eyes trained on him with intense desire. They both knew he was close to the edge, they were going to make it count. He adjusted his grip and rhythm so as to pound the daylights out of her, but his imagination, sharp as it was now, caused the moment to end abruptly, his hips bucking in the spasm of climax.
Exhaling unevenly, Jack relaxed into the bed, unable - and unwilling - to move for the moment. He was as satisfied as he could be, images of Carter still swimming around in his mind as he tried to catch his breath.
He sure was going to have a hard time facing her tomorrow.
Such wonderful times
When I'm all by myself,
All by myself
-- All By Myself, Green Day
Sometimes, he was fine. She was on his team, so they were always together. He could watch her blue eyes narrowed in concentration, her brows furrowed with worry as she tried to solve great scientific mysteries that were quite beyond him. They could flirt all friendly-like, they could fight, they could talk about work. It was fine because she was Carter, and Carter was there, with him.
But on nights like this, when the bed seemed a little colder, it wasn't okay. Sure, she was always with him when they went off world. And sure, they always got to save the galaxy together, and they spent days, even weeks together at a time if they've been stranded on another planet again. But at night, at home, she couldn't be there.
On one hand, he argued with himself that he was just attracted to her because she was a woman. After all, he liked women. So he could reasonably say that it was because he wasn't accustomed to working with a woman, and here was a blonde beauty, with an obviously great body underneath her camouflage uniform. It was only natural that a divorced, older man like Jack O'Neil would be attracted to a young, bright woman like Samantha Carter.
The other part of him argued back: why, then, did Frasier not do the same thing to him? Really, she was more conventionally attractive, with a slightly more exotic beauty about her. She was certainly more feminine. So why was Carter the only one that made him smile like a buffoon when he thought no one was looking, and why was she the only one that gave him that school boy-ish giddy feeling in his stomach when they accidentally made physical contact?
Jack made an involuntary growl of frustration as he tossed around in bed, restless. There was no denying it - he was completely in love with her. Truly, madly, deeply. There was a pang of disappointment as he recalled the few times they almost had a chance, like when they had thought they'd never get home again. No home, no military, no rules. Their memories had been altered on an icy planet where they were put to work underground, but they still had vague memories of their feelings for each other. Neither of them could hide their disappointment completely when they remembered everything; they had almost had a chance, but then duty called.
A small smirk crossed Jack's face as he thought about how he still thought she was beautiful, even in that frumpy brown outfit they were forced to wear. He definitely preferred her in a black t-shirt and camouflage, thought. The contrast between her small frame and cute face to the bulkiness of military dress, and that confident posture she always carried - it was one of his favourite things about her.
He noticed, then, that he had at some point begun stroking himself over his boxers. The bed didn't seem as cold as before, though it still wasn't as warm as he would have liked. Figuring he may as well finish what he started, he released himself from his boxers and shifted his position so that he was leaning against his headboard a little higher.
These were the nights that preceded days that Jack found it difficult to look Carter in the eye. Unfortunately, that often made things worse, as he was then inclined to look at the rest of her. At times, his imagination was so vivid that the folds and wrinkles in the fabric of her uniform all but disappeared to reveal the soft, creamy flesh underneath. There were countless times where he had walked into some part of the SGC and there was Carter, bent over some project or other, causing her clothing to tighten around her ass and thighs in a maddeningly alluring way. He could almost see the details of her body, hints of her more private curves driving every inch of himself insane. It took every ounce of his self-control not to take her at those times, regulations be damned.
He began to stroke himself again, conjuring up memories of her skin from moments where they had contact - usually it was due to injuries, but it counted as a point of reference. Her voice came to him, then. He heard her forceful tone as her eyes flashed with determination in his mind, when she knew she was right. Her confused eyes, her angry eyes, her huge, beautiful, blue eyes. He stroked a little faster, just enough to increase blood flow and friction, but not enough to finish just yet. He needed to draw this out, to release as much frustration as possible so that he might sleep tonight.
In his mind's eye, Carter was going about her business at the SGC, completely unaware that she was nude. She pushed herself up onto a table and arched her body provocatively, legs crossed and chest forward. One hand beckoned to him and Jack obeyed, his familiar smirk in place.
He could smell her, as they wrapped around each other. He remembered the taste of her lips, willing himself to taste it then as he felt her legs wrap around his waist, her hands gently tangling into his hair.
"With all due respect, sir, fuck me harder," she said, her voice husky from sex.
There was a sheen of sweat formed on her perfectly fit body, making her absolutely seductive without even trying. Not that she ever needed to try, of course. He could feel her exploring his body with her lips and hands, a nibble here, a lick there. She knew exactly where to touch, and how to touch. He picked her up and they tainted every room of the SGC with their lovemaking - Jack's hand jolted into a firmer grip, his speed increasing as he lost control of himself, relaxing his concentration on his own body to focus on imagining hers. Where his hand was, she now enveloped him, softer, hotter, wetter.
His breath was ragged as he struggled with keeping his motions steady. Carter moved along with him, arching her back with pleasure, her eyes trained on him with intense desire. They both knew he was close to the edge, they were going to make it count. He adjusted his grip and rhythm so as to pound the daylights out of her, but his imagination, sharp as it was now, caused the moment to end abruptly, his hips bucking in the spasm of climax.
Exhaling unevenly, Jack relaxed into the bed, unable - and unwilling - to move for the moment. He was as satisfied as he could be, images of Carter still swimming around in his mind as he tried to catch his breath.
He sure was going to have a hard time facing her tomorrow.