Midnight Fantasy

Title:  Midnight Fantasy

Author: Arla

Rating: NC-17

Classification:   SJR

Spoilers: None 

Archive: Sam and Jack Relationship; my site all others please ask 

Disclaimer: Gekko, Double Secret and MGM own it all. I am merely playing in the SG-1
sandbox and will return all, including pails and shovels, when I am done 

Summary: It's late and Jack fantasizes about Sam

Notes:

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I had hoped that the shower would help to purge thoughts of her from my mind.  I was wrong----

boy was I wrong. I tell myself this as I wrap a towel around my waist and head back into the bedroom.

I stop in front of the large full-length mirror and use the towel from my waist to dry my hair.  

When I am done I drop it to the floor and look at my reflection and try to see myself as she would see 

me. The hair on my head is still thick and full, more grey now than its original brown and cut in a short 

military style. The face looking back at me is not old, yet shows every bit of its 41 years; the still subtle 

crookedness of my oft broken nose and the faint scar running through my left eyebrow and dark brown 

eyes that have seen too much, far too much; the dark shadow of a beard that needs shaving and lips 

that could be considered sensuous from a woman's point of view, of course.

My eyes travel from the reflection of my face and move a little lower. My shoulders and chest are broad 

and the muscles are well toned. A light dusting of greying dark hair covers my arms and chest, arrowing 

down over my flat stomach. My hips and thighs are lean and are also well toned. I try to keep myself in 

good shape not only because my career demands it but also because it makes me feel better and most 

especially because it pleases her. Without looking at my rear reflection, I know that the muscles of my 

butt  are taut and well toned. I know that this too pleases her.  I know that she watches me when she 

thinks that I don't know, but I know in the instinctive way that all men know when a beautiful and 

desirable woman watches them.

My eyes travel back to my reflection and to the dark hair between my thighs. I spread my legs and look 

at myself with an almost clinical eye. My balls are average, not too small, not too large, but about right. 

Flaccid, as it is now, my  penis is large, at least 6 inches and when I have a hard-on it's at least 8.  

Although I've never had any complaints, I know that most of the women that I've been with, including 

my ex-wife Sarah, have never been able to take me fully inside them. I wonder if Sam would be the first 

to accommodate my size. I push away that thought with a shake of my head knowing that continuing

with it could be dangerous.

I step back from the mirror and cross to the dresser. I pull out clean underwear, opting for briefs instead 

of boxers tonight. I pull them on and move from the bedroom into the darkness of the rest of my house.

I don't feel much like a beer tonight and so I move instead to the bar and turn on the light overhead.

Minutes later I head back to the bedroom with a glass of ice and a bottle of Scotch.  I set the glass and 

the bottle on the night stand then flip on the bedside lamp.  I cross the door again and turn off the 

overhead light and then the bathroom light before moving back to the bed and pulling back the covers.

Sitting on the edge, I pour myself a healthy shot of the amber liquid and prop my back against the 

headboard.  After adjusting the pillow behind me, I stretch out my legs and take a long drink.

The alcohol burns a fiery path down my throat and settles warmly in the pit of my stomach.  I close my 

eyes to savor the sensation and in my minds eye I see a soft fall of blonde hair and very blue eyes. My 

free hand travels, seemingly of its own volition, lower and I absently rub myself through the cotton of 

my shorts.  The response is almost immediate as my  penis begins to harden. It's been a while since I've 

touched myself like this and I pull my hand away with a flush of embarrassment.  My strict upbringing 

comes to mind and I can clearly see the dour face of our Parrish priest as he told us that touching 

ourselves in such a manner was a sin.

I take another sip of scotch and as the liquor's heat fills me, so too does the fantasy. It's a familiar one,

one that I've had frequently since meeting Captain, now Major Samantha Carter.  I cannot, nor do I 

want to stop the fantasy nor my body's reaction to that fantasy.

The fantasy is nearly always the same.  We always end up having sex in someplace private yet public.

Some place where we could be caught at any time.  That's always part of the excitement and only 

heightens our arousal.  Tonight, we're in a movie theater sitting in the very back row in a dark and 

secluded corner.  It's an old movie, one we've both seen before.  

Besides it doesn't matter we didn't come here for the picture. The theater is not very full and there is 

no one close by. Sam is dressed in a pair of cute strappy sandals and a short sun-dress with an 

elasticized bodice.  As the lights go down Sam turns to me and I can see the heat of desire in her eyes. 

She sets down her drink then reaches out to take my hand and bring it closer to her. She rests it on her 

upper thigh, just below the hem of her dress before sliding our joined hands upwards.  As the hem of her 

dress creeps up, my hand slides along warm smooth flesh.  I gasp in surprise and my  penis snaps a full 

salute when I feel that she is not wearing panties.  It's awkward, but I lean forward and capture her lips,

my tongue fiercely stroking hers as my hand cups her mound and I slide a finger through her moist curls.

She moans and parts her legs, granting me further access to her as I slide a finger, then two inside her.

She is hot and wet and rocks her hips against my hand in a indication that she wants more. Leaving the 

two fingers inside her, I maneuver my other hand into place and seek out her clit.  Her hips buck and she 

moans deeply as my finger begins to stroke her.  I pull my lips from hers and watch her face.  Her head is 

thrown back and her delicate features are the picture of ecstasy.  She's making soft, gasping noises as 

her hips rock against my hand.  I can tell that she's very close to coming.  I lean over her again and 

take her mouth as my finger begins to stroke faster.  My lips muffle her scream of release and her body 

shudders with the force of her climax.

As the first part of my fantasy ends, I open my eyes and set my glass on the night stand. My briefs are 

tented out over my hard-on and I can see the gleaming purple head peeking out from the waistband.

To hell with the priest, I groan as I lean over and open the drawer in my night stand. Next to the box 

of condoms is a small bottle of lubricant that I keep for just such an occasion. Times when I'm hard and 

horny and need release and without a woman. Shifting down to a comfortable position, I rest the bottle 

on my abdomen then hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight briefs, yanking them down and 

off. They land somewhere unseen and my engorged shaft springs free, ready and eager for my attention. 

I pick up the bottle of lube and flip open the top.  Holding the bottle above my hard-on, I drizzle the cool 

gel down my hot shaft and the feeling is almost erotic.  

The gel follows a path, coating me down the to base, some settling into my hair and some dripping down 

onto my balls. I close the cap and toss the bottle onto the bed beside me. I bend my knees and spread 

my legs wide enough to accommodate both my hands.  I move one hand down to my sac and grasp gently, 

rolling my balls back and forth.  With my other hand I grasp my shaft and begin to stroke it.  I close my 

eyes to the pleasure and let the fantasy take over again and it's Sam's hands touching me, not my own.

Sam leans over me and her eyes are still dark and dreamy from her own climax.  Slowly she unbuckles my 

belt then the button and zipper on my pants and free from it's constraint, the head of my penis bobs free 

from the top of my shorts. Usually when we have sex in public, we uncover only as much as necessary 

but tonight, Sam is more bold and tries to pull my pants and shorts completely off.  

I find the idea titillating and extremely arousing and so I raise my hips. Once she has pulled my pants and 

shorts to my ankles, she takes my jacket from the chair beside me and drops it to the floor at my feet. 

Next she picks up her sweater and drapes it over the arms of my seat, covering me from view.  She moves

to kneel on the jacket then gently she gently pushes my knees apart.  

I brace my feet on her thighs and wait. I moan softly as her cool hand grasps my sac and plays gently 

with my balls.  I meet her bold gaze as she runs the tip of her finger up to the leaking head of my throbbing 

shaft.She collects the moisture and smooths it down my length.  Once she reached the base she wrapped 

her hand around me and began to stroke.  I watch her as she continues and brings me closer and closer to 

coming. I can see in her eyes that she is also close.  My eyes tell her that I want to come inside her and 

she gives me a soft smile before stopping the sweet tortuous assault.

I watch as Sam fishes through the pockets of my pants and pulls out a foil packet. Tearing it open with 

her teeth she slides the condom on then gets to her feet and straddles me.

It wasn't an easy thing to do in a cramped theater seat but we managed somehow.  I hold her, my hand 

pressing to the small of her back, steadying her as she raises above me and takes me to the hilt.  As we 

begin to move together, I reach for the front of her dress and pull it down to expose her breast. I latch 

on to her nipple and begin to suck and lick greedily as though I were a starving infant. She gasps and 

moans and the rocking of her hips grew more frantic. After a moment or two more, I pull my mouth from 

her breast and seek out her mouth.  We kiss fiercely, our tongues tangling together with a hunger that 

grew as our pleasure did. 

We swallow each other's cries of release as we come together in a wave of pure ecstasy. As my fantasy 

ends, and my fantasy Sam and Jack have climaxed, I have yet too, but I am not far behind. My moans 

and grunts of passion fill the room as my hand moves faster on my hard aching shaft open my eyes and look 

down at myself. The head is deep purple and is leaking pre-come and the sweet tightening in my lower belly 

tell me that I am close.

I close my eyes and Sam's face immediately appears before me and that was enough.  I come hard, 

screaming out her name, my shaft shooting a thick stream of semen in a long spurt that soaks my chest

and belly and drips down my hands and onto the sheet.  

I lie still as the last shudders of pleasure course through my body, then I use the corner of the sheet to 

clean myself off.  I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, all the while silently scolding myself for 

behaving like a horny teenager.  I shower again, quickly to remove the stickiness from my body and after I 

get out , I get some clean sheets from the linen closet and remake my bed. As I settle down to sleep 

one thought runs through my mind, that it is time that I tell Sam exactly how I feel about her, 

regulations bedamned.

Maybe tomorrow, I think as I drift off to sleep

~~~~FIN~~~~