Opposite (Sam/Cam SG-1 PWP oneshot)
Title: Opposite
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General s10, probably
Pairings: Sam/Cam, Cam/Vala friendship, some implied Daniel/Vala
Genre: I dunno. Mostly RP inspired PWP, with a dash of angst.
Summary: An Ancient device scrambles Cam's personality, much to the chagrin of the team.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: I...I don't even know how or why this got written. It just did. D: Its a different sort of smut than I usually write, my first Stargate-smut, and...Sam/Cam, which I don't generally ship seriously. I suppose we can blame it on a long, strange day, but I make no claims toward its quality.
Opposite
"Cam?"
He glanced up from the book he'd been looking at with a slow smile. He'd been watching her approach over the book since she'd entered the room, following her well-honed curves despite the unflattering uniform she had dawned. Sam could have done with a bit of Vala's style and lightening up...but then, for all her boasting, he hadn't seen Vala since he'd initially cornered her in the briefing room. That had been a mistake. He'd gotten sectioned off and declared 'compromised', stuck on a base with nothing but repressed, questionably female soldiers, and it had been a second-rate kiss.
Now...Sam. Sam, he thought had all sorts of hidden potential under that geeky, reserved nature of hers. The thoughts of just what she might be like when she let go of her rank for a few hours crept the smile into a slight grin.
She must have taken his silence as acknowledgment, because she continued to speak after a moment. "Cam, I think I've figured out what we need to do."
Now he was grinning, and he stood, dropping the book on the table, forgotten. "So have I, Sam." He tried to school his face into seriousness, but it was probably already too late. "It might be the only way to make this strange...state of mind go away."
She hesitated, and gave him a skeptical smile, halting in her advance. "Well...if this doesn't work out, we can see about your...theory."
He closed the distance that she refused to, and positively leered down at her. "Is that a promise, Sam?"
She looked vaguely ill for a moment, and he had to wonder whether it was only to cover an entirely opposite reaction. "Cam...you are a friend, and you're not in your right mind, but I will end your family line right here if you don't step back."
He gave a wry chuckle, and took two steps away from her, lifting his hands in a show of harmlessness. "You only had to ask."
She chewed her bottom lip a moment, and it could have meant anything. He was too distracted at the train of thought it provoked to care why she did it. She took another step back, and gestured toward the door of the cell they'd been keeping him in. "I'll explain it when we get there."
He wasn't concerned with her plans to 'fix' him. Nothing had gone wrong with him, except for the painful jolt of electricity that damn Ancient machine had given him. The Doctor had cleared him when he'd come to in the infirmary (and come to think of it, they had unfinished business that he'd get to once he proved he was in his right mind. Or the next time she came by to check on him.) so it was only a matter of time before they let him return to duties. His 'new' attitude, a result of a gradual revelation only, wouldn't interfere with their damn annoying missions, anyway.
If they were giving him a chance to prove it, he would suit up and do just that. Of course, they didn't trust him with suiting anything up but a survival vest. They barely trusted him enough to walk through the gate un-cuffed. Stargate Command officially needed a re-energizing. The entire staff leaped onto their chairs and screamed 'invasion' at the first sign of anything they deemed odd.
Still, SG-1 trusted him to be himself, even if Vala still refused to meet his gaze, and Jackson carefully kept his attention on anything but himself. The plan had been to escort him into the building--by force, if necessary, Teal'c had made clear--and then get him to use the Ancient zapping device with Sam's reprogramming. He was not thrilled at the idea of being electrocuted again, but he trusted Sam not to allow him to be badly hurt, and a small amount of pain was worth convincing them he was fine.
By stroke of fortune, an Ori patrol ruined that plan, and Jackson, Vala, and Teal'c had been forced to break away and lead the troops elsewhere while Sam and he continued on. It hadn't been a plan, so much as their groupings had worked out that way. There weren't enough Ori on the planet for him to worry for their safety, even if Sam looked nervous, so the time alone with Sam was...something he couldn't have planned better.
He smiled, lounging on the wall as the door sealed to protect the...electro-whatever field that the machine emanated. Or to protect the planet from it. He wasn't paying attention to Sam the first time, and this time it wasn't the words that he listened to.
He wet his lips as he watched her busy about the machine, bending here and there to make a hardware adjustment, chattering about her calculations, and working out the controls. It was amazing how someone so unassuming could find ways to drive perfectly sane men mad--even in that terrible outfit the Air Force insisted on.
"--You should just be able to go over there and touch that panel, Cam."
He'd made his way across the room toward where she stood by the time she finished, and she gave a small gasp--and a flash of annoyance--when she turned to find him standing behind her.
Whatever she'd planned as a follow-up was lost as he leaned down and captured her pretty, pouting lips. Her words vanished in a small, surprised 'oh', and he grinned against her mouth, leaning his arms against the edge of the console behind her. Her hands flew up to his vest, knotting her fingers in the netting there, and for a moment, the force she exerted could have been meant to shove him away, as Vala had. The moment passed, and her promised assault never came. That was a good sign, if not surprising at all. He traded the firm pressure of his kiss for a soft nip along her bottom lip--teasing it as she had done not so long before--and nudged at the line of her lips, still taut with surprise.
He was rewarded when her muscles relaxed, and a tongue still sweet with the lingering taste of blue jello met his own. It was lackadaisical and slow, almost absent minded, as her hands slipped upward to loop around his neck. He didn't mind the slow pace, or the halting movements, and tilted his head to the side to explore her warm mouth more fully. He wouldn't have believed her sincerity if she hadn't been hesitant--although he would have enjoyed the false vigor it might have entailed while it lasted. When he abandoned his purchase on the console to grip her hips and pull her against him, she made a soft sound that was almost adorable. The vests and supplies did not make the perfect fit he would have liked, and dug uncomfortably in places, but the warmth of her proximity was welcome regardless.
He detected guilt in her wonderfully shaded eyes as they slipped shut, and he shoved her forward, pinning her against the console, grinning all the while. He briefly abandoned her mouth--that gorgeous, shapely mouth so quick to spout unintelligible scientific theories no one but she understood--in favor of following the line of her jaw to her throat. He could smell the spice-wash that the women on the base were constantly draining in the shower room on her skin.
"You're not...yourself, Cam." Her skin was flushed, and her voice was sensually breathless. He wondered whether it had been an exceptionally long time since her last encounter, or whether she was just turned on by her proximity to advanced alien technology. In the end, neither reasoning had any impact on the situation, and he chose to initially respond by grinding against the coarse material of her uniform. The strangled, frustrated sound she gave drew a small smile, and he leaned up to nip at her ear and speak in a low whisper.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, Sam." She visibly shivered, and his teeth were grazing her jaw and neck once more. "You can't tell me you haven't."
The sound she made might have been a protest to the contrary, but it was weak and half-formed, and one of his hands released her hip to slip his fingers underneath the hem of her shirt and jacket. She shuddered and bit her lip, and he knew she'd been lying. The knowledge brought a self-assured smirk as he worked his hands up along the trembling skin of her abdomen, and palmed twin breasts. Her resulting groan was anything but a protest, and her head lolled backward, granting him easier access to spice-berry flavored skin. He bit down on her collarbone, and her nails dug into his neck. He nudged the military-issued bra out of his way and flicked and twisted at pebbled skin, and she gave a wonderful keening sound, grinding back against his own rhythm.
He pinned her lower half more fully against the console, and squeezed, pinched, licked, nibbled, and sucked at heated flesh until her pulse was racing under his touch, and her breathing was reduced to a soft panting. Her fingers massaged his neck and shoulders, and his name was half-formed on her lips, when he broke away long enough to admire the glistening skin of his own handiwork. She watched him through a heavy-lidded gaze, as he traced one hand back down to the waistband of her pants. Her breathing picked up, and her eyes widened slightly as the tips of his fingers teased along sensitive skin just beneath it.
He leaned closer, pressing against her to whisper in her ear. "Undo the jacket."
"Cam..." It might have been a last, desperate show of willpower.
He slipped long, careful fingers down through short, dampened curls, and the sound that followed was something close to a whimper. He smiled once more, and bit down carefully on her ear, as her unsteady hands released his neck to unzip vest and unbutton her drab, boring olive vest. He nudged her hands away with his free hand, and yanked her dark shirt downward--snapping a few threads along the hem of its collar. Sam's hands seized the edge of the console for support as he bent down just enough to capture one freshly exposed breast in his mouth. He groaned softly around his latest claim as his fingers slipped through curls to inordinate heat and wetness, and closed his eyes just a moment to recover his composure. Sam's triumphant smile vanished in a sharp cry as he worked two exploring fingers into her without preamble. Under normal circumstances, he would have taken the pace more slowly--driven her just as crazy as she had driven himself over the years, but the Ori would only buy them so much time to themselves, and the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted before Sam was his.
The way she chewed her lip, gazing down at him, he knew that was inevitable. He thought he might have understood now why she had been chewing her lip so often since his revelation, and the realization drove his mini-thrusts deeper. She convulsed and yipped, and he traded his attentions to the neglected mound of pebbled pink skin. She bucked against his hand, and ground into his palm, and he grinned, skimming his free hand along hot, sweat-beaded skin. Fingers traced that wonderful abused lip, and were suddenly caught within the hot, sweet mouth that had started it all. His rhythm stuttered in a sharp, gasping groan, as he fought for control, and she smirked around his fingers. His tongue flicked out along roughened skin just a bit more harshly than necessary, and he reveled in her violent shudder. Fingers still captive by her maddeningly useful lips, he set them to a counter rhythm to those rocking in and out to her writhing. His palm and thumb ground up against her shuddering, jerking movements, and Sam, his beautiful, repressed science geek came with a startling suddenness and a loud, unintelligible scream.
It took every scrap of self control not to lose himself to the feel of her convulsing around his fingers, her arms once more clinging to his neck for dear life as she shuddered uncontrollably. He might have reveled in the moments of her sated, boneless weight on his shoulders for a few moments longer, but the proximity screen behind her told him that the team had arrived in the building, and it would only be so long before they would make it to the door--and begin trying to get in. His point now thoroughly made to the messy, rumpled scientist, he concentrated his effort to wrenching her pants and belt free, shoving them down to her ankles, and pulling her legs up around his waist.
It was a little bit tricky to get himself inside the circle of her legs, boots, and uniform pants, but he managed it with relative ease, and quickly undid his own, kicking it to the ground and supporting her weight on the console. He caught her plumped lips with his once more, and shoved forcefully into her without ceremony. He swallowed her cry in his kiss, and pulled out once more, just for a moment, before slamming back into her with all of his strength. His world spun, and she tore away from his lips to give a harsh wail, that could have been anything from his name to a supplication to God. He grit his teeth, tilting his head back and settling into a rhythm that didn't drive him mad. Her nails raked under his shirt and along his skin, and his fingers bruised hers. He fought to control his rough, broken groans, and her yipping moans slowly transformed to his name, echoing again and again across the room.
He could hear the beating of SG-1 on the door, but it barely registered through the breaking rhythm and building urgency of her counter-thrusts. He fought her desperate, demanding tongue with his own, and with teeth tugging and sucking at her lips. White noise filled his mind, as the world narrowed, and whimpers of 'please' and 'Cameron' were all that echoed through his mind. He brought a hand down to the hot, slick skin where he still pounded, desperate and mindless, and pinch-twisted with a sudden, sharp movement.
She screamed her release into his shoulder and neck, and shuddered and convulsed without reservation. This time, the sudden shuddering around him was more than his self control could hope to control, and he lost himself into final, mind-numbing, jerking thrusts. His heart was racing faster than her own as he fought not to collapse onto the ground, clinging to the control panel for desperate support.
He laughed, as his breath returned to him, and whispered in her ear as he readjusted her shirt. "I always wanted to do that to you, right up against one of your precious technologies."
She gave a strained sound, as she worked his belt shut once more, and he straightened her uniform. He flicked his tongue out along her ear, and she shivered violently enough to cause her teeth to chatter. "Next time, Sam...I'm going to make you scream in the debriefing."
He backed away from her with a satisfied smirk, and reached over to touch the Ancient torture machine.
-----
His head was killing him, but the doctor said, since he refused an IV, it would go away once the pills took effect.
The headache was the least of his worries.
He hadn't needed Jackson to tell him the personality readjustment was a complete success. The humiliation and crushing guilt had been more than enough to indicate that. Jackson had informed him that the IOA had cleared him for duty without putting the incident--or anything he attempted--on permanent records. Doubtlessly, that had been a personal favor by General Landry--or at least a vested interest not to have that sort of a circus on his tenure. Teal'c had given him a slow nod, and Jackson had given him an uncomfortable smile and a shrug. Vala had been long, dramatic, and loud in the middle of the infirmary about forgiving him for throwing himself at her. Then, she squeezed his hand and gave him that smile he knew she saved only for the team, and he knew she meant it.
Sam had been nowhere to be found--supposedly researching the device better in the lab.
When he was released the next morning, he went to find her, sitting and scrolling through something on her computer, head in her hands. He frowned, and sat down on a stool beside her. "Sam..."
She shook her head, and offered him a false smile. "Oh, hey. I'm sorry about not getting in to see you when you came to. I was just going over the data we recovered from the device, and by the time I got a moment to myself, you'd already fallen asleep."
He reached over to take her hands in his. "Sam."
Her smile faltered. "Cam..."
"Sam, you're not...you can't be beating yourself up over it."
She closed her eyes momentarily. "I shouldn't have let it get that far, Cam."
"It's not your fault."
She bit her lip and turned back toward the laptop.
He crossed his arms, before standing and walking over to shut the lab door.
She looked up, frowning. "Cam, what..."
"I never lied."
She froze.
"I just want you to know that, so you can quit beatin' yourself up about it." He watched her carefully. "I might've been more...rash and careless than normal, but it didn't change my feelings, not about you."
"Cam..." She looked lost for a few moments.
"You don't have to say anything, Sam. None of this needs to leave this room." He nodded, crossing his arms. "You just needed to know that, so you'll forgive yourself for somethin' you didn't do wrong."
"What if--" She stopped speaking abruptly, and nodded, offering a small, wistful smile. "Thanks, Cam."
He frowned. "Sam...are you alright? You alright with this ending here, in this room?"
She nodded, then stood suddenly. "Wait."
He resisted the urge to tilt his head, as she approached. "Sam..."
She did not answer him. Instead, she pulled his head down into a kiss not unlike the one he remembered starting the cascade the day before. For a moment, he almost wondered if it would again, as he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. However, the moment passed, and this time she pulled away, still wearing that small, wistful smile.
"I'm alright, Cam."
He touched her jaw softly. "Sam...one day..."
She reached up to touch his hand, and shook her head softly, before turning to walk back toward the laptop.
He closed his eyes a moment, and nodded, walking out of the lab without another word.
---
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General s10, probably
Pairings: Sam/Cam, Cam/Vala friendship, some implied Daniel/Vala
Genre: I dunno. Mostly RP inspired PWP, with a dash of angst.
Summary: An Ancient device scrambles Cam's personality, much to the chagrin of the team.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: I...I don't even know how or why this got written. It just did. D: Its a different sort of smut than I usually write, my first Stargate-smut, and...Sam/Cam, which I don't generally ship seriously. I suppose we can blame it on a long, strange day, but I make no claims toward its quality.
Opposite
"Cam?"
He glanced up from the book he'd been looking at with a slow smile. He'd been watching her approach over the book since she'd entered the room, following her well-honed curves despite the unflattering uniform she had dawned. Sam could have done with a bit of Vala's style and lightening up...but then, for all her boasting, he hadn't seen Vala since he'd initially cornered her in the briefing room. That had been a mistake. He'd gotten sectioned off and declared 'compromised', stuck on a base with nothing but repressed, questionably female soldiers, and it had been a second-rate kiss.
Now...Sam. Sam, he thought had all sorts of hidden potential under that geeky, reserved nature of hers. The thoughts of just what she might be like when she let go of her rank for a few hours crept the smile into a slight grin.
She must have taken his silence as acknowledgment, because she continued to speak after a moment. "Cam, I think I've figured out what we need to do."
Now he was grinning, and he stood, dropping the book on the table, forgotten. "So have I, Sam." He tried to school his face into seriousness, but it was probably already too late. "It might be the only way to make this strange...state of mind go away."
She hesitated, and gave him a skeptical smile, halting in her advance. "Well...if this doesn't work out, we can see about your...theory."
He closed the distance that she refused to, and positively leered down at her. "Is that a promise, Sam?"
She looked vaguely ill for a moment, and he had to wonder whether it was only to cover an entirely opposite reaction. "Cam...you are a friend, and you're not in your right mind, but I will end your family line right here if you don't step back."
He gave a wry chuckle, and took two steps away from her, lifting his hands in a show of harmlessness. "You only had to ask."
She chewed her bottom lip a moment, and it could have meant anything. He was too distracted at the train of thought it provoked to care why she did it. She took another step back, and gestured toward the door of the cell they'd been keeping him in. "I'll explain it when we get there."
He wasn't concerned with her plans to 'fix' him. Nothing had gone wrong with him, except for the painful jolt of electricity that damn Ancient machine had given him. The Doctor had cleared him when he'd come to in the infirmary (and come to think of it, they had unfinished business that he'd get to once he proved he was in his right mind. Or the next time she came by to check on him.) so it was only a matter of time before they let him return to duties. His 'new' attitude, a result of a gradual revelation only, wouldn't interfere with their damn annoying missions, anyway.
If they were giving him a chance to prove it, he would suit up and do just that. Of course, they didn't trust him with suiting anything up but a survival vest. They barely trusted him enough to walk through the gate un-cuffed. Stargate Command officially needed a re-energizing. The entire staff leaped onto their chairs and screamed 'invasion' at the first sign of anything they deemed odd.
Still, SG-1 trusted him to be himself, even if Vala still refused to meet his gaze, and Jackson carefully kept his attention on anything but himself. The plan had been to escort him into the building--by force, if necessary, Teal'c had made clear--and then get him to use the Ancient zapping device with Sam's reprogramming. He was not thrilled at the idea of being electrocuted again, but he trusted Sam not to allow him to be badly hurt, and a small amount of pain was worth convincing them he was fine.
By stroke of fortune, an Ori patrol ruined that plan, and Jackson, Vala, and Teal'c had been forced to break away and lead the troops elsewhere while Sam and he continued on. It hadn't been a plan, so much as their groupings had worked out that way. There weren't enough Ori on the planet for him to worry for their safety, even if Sam looked nervous, so the time alone with Sam was...something he couldn't have planned better.
He smiled, lounging on the wall as the door sealed to protect the...electro-whatever field that the machine emanated. Or to protect the planet from it. He wasn't paying attention to Sam the first time, and this time it wasn't the words that he listened to.
He wet his lips as he watched her busy about the machine, bending here and there to make a hardware adjustment, chattering about her calculations, and working out the controls. It was amazing how someone so unassuming could find ways to drive perfectly sane men mad--even in that terrible outfit the Air Force insisted on.
"--You should just be able to go over there and touch that panel, Cam."
He'd made his way across the room toward where she stood by the time she finished, and she gave a small gasp--and a flash of annoyance--when she turned to find him standing behind her.
Whatever she'd planned as a follow-up was lost as he leaned down and captured her pretty, pouting lips. Her words vanished in a small, surprised 'oh', and he grinned against her mouth, leaning his arms against the edge of the console behind her. Her hands flew up to his vest, knotting her fingers in the netting there, and for a moment, the force she exerted could have been meant to shove him away, as Vala had. The moment passed, and her promised assault never came. That was a good sign, if not surprising at all. He traded the firm pressure of his kiss for a soft nip along her bottom lip--teasing it as she had done not so long before--and nudged at the line of her lips, still taut with surprise.
He was rewarded when her muscles relaxed, and a tongue still sweet with the lingering taste of blue jello met his own. It was lackadaisical and slow, almost absent minded, as her hands slipped upward to loop around his neck. He didn't mind the slow pace, or the halting movements, and tilted his head to the side to explore her warm mouth more fully. He wouldn't have believed her sincerity if she hadn't been hesitant--although he would have enjoyed the false vigor it might have entailed while it lasted. When he abandoned his purchase on the console to grip her hips and pull her against him, she made a soft sound that was almost adorable. The vests and supplies did not make the perfect fit he would have liked, and dug uncomfortably in places, but the warmth of her proximity was welcome regardless.
He detected guilt in her wonderfully shaded eyes as they slipped shut, and he shoved her forward, pinning her against the console, grinning all the while. He briefly abandoned her mouth--that gorgeous, shapely mouth so quick to spout unintelligible scientific theories no one but she understood--in favor of following the line of her jaw to her throat. He could smell the spice-wash that the women on the base were constantly draining in the shower room on her skin.
"You're not...yourself, Cam." Her skin was flushed, and her voice was sensually breathless. He wondered whether it had been an exceptionally long time since her last encounter, or whether she was just turned on by her proximity to advanced alien technology. In the end, neither reasoning had any impact on the situation, and he chose to initially respond by grinding against the coarse material of her uniform. The strangled, frustrated sound she gave drew a small smile, and he leaned up to nip at her ear and speak in a low whisper.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, Sam." She visibly shivered, and his teeth were grazing her jaw and neck once more. "You can't tell me you haven't."
The sound she made might have been a protest to the contrary, but it was weak and half-formed, and one of his hands released her hip to slip his fingers underneath the hem of her shirt and jacket. She shuddered and bit her lip, and he knew she'd been lying. The knowledge brought a self-assured smirk as he worked his hands up along the trembling skin of her abdomen, and palmed twin breasts. Her resulting groan was anything but a protest, and her head lolled backward, granting him easier access to spice-berry flavored skin. He bit down on her collarbone, and her nails dug into his neck. He nudged the military-issued bra out of his way and flicked and twisted at pebbled skin, and she gave a wonderful keening sound, grinding back against his own rhythm.
He pinned her lower half more fully against the console, and squeezed, pinched, licked, nibbled, and sucked at heated flesh until her pulse was racing under his touch, and her breathing was reduced to a soft panting. Her fingers massaged his neck and shoulders, and his name was half-formed on her lips, when he broke away long enough to admire the glistening skin of his own handiwork. She watched him through a heavy-lidded gaze, as he traced one hand back down to the waistband of her pants. Her breathing picked up, and her eyes widened slightly as the tips of his fingers teased along sensitive skin just beneath it.
He leaned closer, pressing against her to whisper in her ear. "Undo the jacket."
"Cam..." It might have been a last, desperate show of willpower.
He slipped long, careful fingers down through short, dampened curls, and the sound that followed was something close to a whimper. He smiled once more, and bit down carefully on her ear, as her unsteady hands released his neck to unzip vest and unbutton her drab, boring olive vest. He nudged her hands away with his free hand, and yanked her dark shirt downward--snapping a few threads along the hem of its collar. Sam's hands seized the edge of the console for support as he bent down just enough to capture one freshly exposed breast in his mouth. He groaned softly around his latest claim as his fingers slipped through curls to inordinate heat and wetness, and closed his eyes just a moment to recover his composure. Sam's triumphant smile vanished in a sharp cry as he worked two exploring fingers into her without preamble. Under normal circumstances, he would have taken the pace more slowly--driven her just as crazy as she had driven himself over the years, but the Ori would only buy them so much time to themselves, and the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted before Sam was his.
The way she chewed her lip, gazing down at him, he knew that was inevitable. He thought he might have understood now why she had been chewing her lip so often since his revelation, and the realization drove his mini-thrusts deeper. She convulsed and yipped, and he traded his attentions to the neglected mound of pebbled pink skin. She bucked against his hand, and ground into his palm, and he grinned, skimming his free hand along hot, sweat-beaded skin. Fingers traced that wonderful abused lip, and were suddenly caught within the hot, sweet mouth that had started it all. His rhythm stuttered in a sharp, gasping groan, as he fought for control, and she smirked around his fingers. His tongue flicked out along roughened skin just a bit more harshly than necessary, and he reveled in her violent shudder. Fingers still captive by her maddeningly useful lips, he set them to a counter rhythm to those rocking in and out to her writhing. His palm and thumb ground up against her shuddering, jerking movements, and Sam, his beautiful, repressed science geek came with a startling suddenness and a loud, unintelligible scream.
It took every scrap of self control not to lose himself to the feel of her convulsing around his fingers, her arms once more clinging to his neck for dear life as she shuddered uncontrollably. He might have reveled in the moments of her sated, boneless weight on his shoulders for a few moments longer, but the proximity screen behind her told him that the team had arrived in the building, and it would only be so long before they would make it to the door--and begin trying to get in. His point now thoroughly made to the messy, rumpled scientist, he concentrated his effort to wrenching her pants and belt free, shoving them down to her ankles, and pulling her legs up around his waist.
It was a little bit tricky to get himself inside the circle of her legs, boots, and uniform pants, but he managed it with relative ease, and quickly undid his own, kicking it to the ground and supporting her weight on the console. He caught her plumped lips with his once more, and shoved forcefully into her without ceremony. He swallowed her cry in his kiss, and pulled out once more, just for a moment, before slamming back into her with all of his strength. His world spun, and she tore away from his lips to give a harsh wail, that could have been anything from his name to a supplication to God. He grit his teeth, tilting his head back and settling into a rhythm that didn't drive him mad. Her nails raked under his shirt and along his skin, and his fingers bruised hers. He fought to control his rough, broken groans, and her yipping moans slowly transformed to his name, echoing again and again across the room.
He could hear the beating of SG-1 on the door, but it barely registered through the breaking rhythm and building urgency of her counter-thrusts. He fought her desperate, demanding tongue with his own, and with teeth tugging and sucking at her lips. White noise filled his mind, as the world narrowed, and whimpers of 'please' and 'Cameron' were all that echoed through his mind. He brought a hand down to the hot, slick skin where he still pounded, desperate and mindless, and pinch-twisted with a sudden, sharp movement.
She screamed her release into his shoulder and neck, and shuddered and convulsed without reservation. This time, the sudden shuddering around him was more than his self control could hope to control, and he lost himself into final, mind-numbing, jerking thrusts. His heart was racing faster than her own as he fought not to collapse onto the ground, clinging to the control panel for desperate support.
He laughed, as his breath returned to him, and whispered in her ear as he readjusted her shirt. "I always wanted to do that to you, right up against one of your precious technologies."
She gave a strained sound, as she worked his belt shut once more, and he straightened her uniform. He flicked his tongue out along her ear, and she shivered violently enough to cause her teeth to chatter. "Next time, Sam...I'm going to make you scream in the debriefing."
He backed away from her with a satisfied smirk, and reached over to touch the Ancient torture machine.
-----
His head was killing him, but the doctor said, since he refused an IV, it would go away once the pills took effect.
The headache was the least of his worries.
He hadn't needed Jackson to tell him the personality readjustment was a complete success. The humiliation and crushing guilt had been more than enough to indicate that. Jackson had informed him that the IOA had cleared him for duty without putting the incident--or anything he attempted--on permanent records. Doubtlessly, that had been a personal favor by General Landry--or at least a vested interest not to have that sort of a circus on his tenure. Teal'c had given him a slow nod, and Jackson had given him an uncomfortable smile and a shrug. Vala had been long, dramatic, and loud in the middle of the infirmary about forgiving him for throwing himself at her. Then, she squeezed his hand and gave him that smile he knew she saved only for the team, and he knew she meant it.
Sam had been nowhere to be found--supposedly researching the device better in the lab.
When he was released the next morning, he went to find her, sitting and scrolling through something on her computer, head in her hands. He frowned, and sat down on a stool beside her. "Sam..."
She shook her head, and offered him a false smile. "Oh, hey. I'm sorry about not getting in to see you when you came to. I was just going over the data we recovered from the device, and by the time I got a moment to myself, you'd already fallen asleep."
He reached over to take her hands in his. "Sam."
Her smile faltered. "Cam..."
"Sam, you're not...you can't be beating yourself up over it."
She closed her eyes momentarily. "I shouldn't have let it get that far, Cam."
"It's not your fault."
She bit her lip and turned back toward the laptop.
He crossed his arms, before standing and walking over to shut the lab door.
She looked up, frowning. "Cam, what..."
"I never lied."
She froze.
"I just want you to know that, so you can quit beatin' yourself up about it." He watched her carefully. "I might've been more...rash and careless than normal, but it didn't change my feelings, not about you."
"Cam..." She looked lost for a few moments.
"You don't have to say anything, Sam. None of this needs to leave this room." He nodded, crossing his arms. "You just needed to know that, so you'll forgive yourself for somethin' you didn't do wrong."
"What if--" She stopped speaking abruptly, and nodded, offering a small, wistful smile. "Thanks, Cam."
He frowned. "Sam...are you alright? You alright with this ending here, in this room?"
She nodded, then stood suddenly. "Wait."
He resisted the urge to tilt his head, as she approached. "Sam..."
She did not answer him. Instead, she pulled his head down into a kiss not unlike the one he remembered starting the cascade the day before. For a moment, he almost wondered if it would again, as he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. However, the moment passed, and this time she pulled away, still wearing that small, wistful smile.
"I'm alright, Cam."
He touched her jaw softly. "Sam...one day..."
She reached up to touch his hand, and shook her head softly, before turning to walk back toward the laptop.
He closed his eyes a moment, and nodded, walking out of the lab without another word.
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