No Longer Feel Alone 1/16+Epilogue, NC-17, Cam/Vala, Stargate SG1
Title: No Longer Feel Alone: Sequel to Who'd Have Known
Author: Dizzydame and VirKatJol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Who'd Have Known. Cam and Vala are trying to have a 2nd child but Adria starts to have strange things happen to her. Will the Ori's power over her tear a small family apart?
Disclaimer: We don't own them. We just love them, a lot.
Chapter 1
Cam’s covered in muck and when he comes through the gate everyone takes a step backwards. He looks down and sees the mud sloshing off his boots. He can't smell himself anymore, thank god, but from the reactions of everyone in the gate room he knows that they can.
The stench is horrendous but Vala doesn't care. He's been on radio silence without contact for a week, trudging though the muck of P3X yada yada yada. Her stomach rolls when she hears the klaxons signal his arrival. This day has been so far away for so long. She gets there late but the smell has permeated the hallway and, luckily, she's able to control the nausea that accompanies it.
He's safe and home. She's racing towards him, while the others retreat, and his arms open and catch her as she leaps into them. Her thumb is moistened by her tongue and she wipes away a smear of something from his bottom lip before she lowers her head and takes his out with hers.
"Mmm, baby," He mumbles against her lips. "How can you stand the stench?"
"I love you."
He laughs. "Love is scentless?"
"And senseless." She glances down between them, only leaning away slightly, she's covered in… well whatever it is, Vala is positive she doesn't wish to know, now too. "Looks like we'll need to get cleaned up together now…"
The mischief in her grin makes him laugh some more. How he's missed this woman.
"How's our girl?" He starts to walk towards the medical bay, holding Vala in his arms as he goes. He doesn't want to let her go. He never does.
"She's good, misses her daddy, but she's been coping. She's with Samantha for the night though…"
"It's good that she doesn't get yet that your timed overnights with Auntie Sam are on the welcome home dad nights." He pauses and pins her against a wall, kissing her again. Her lips taste like heaven and he's swearing that he's died in the wormhole when he gated back to have her in his arms already. "When she gets older you're going to have to be more smooth about it."
"I'll just tell her that mommy and daddy need to make love. Go to a friends." She tilts her head so Cam can nuzzle her neck. "Or mommy and daddy are going to make you a baby brother or sister, go bug uncle Daniel."
"Our child is going to be so expensive. Therapy bills up the wazoo."
"It's good that mommy is a good treasure hunter then, isn't it?"
Cam just chuckles and hoists her up better against his pelvis for the continued trip down the hall. He's sure Carolyn has been appraised of his special smell and can tell he's close.
"Well before we get to get naked…" He sees the big grin part her lips as she leans in for more kissing. "To get clean."
"Sometimes you're no fun, Cameron Mitchell."
"Before we can get dirty."
"Oh I do like that part." Vala inspects his neck and finds a clean location and moves in to kiss him there.
"You always do, Mrs. Mitchell." A shiver of pleasure runs up his spine, calling her that brings him the same feeling of wonderful disbelief every time. "I need to pass this medical inspection. I believe these things go quicker when I'm extra appendageless."
"I’m pretty sure 'appendageless' isn't a word, dear." Vala slithers down his body after they enter the infirmary and Carolyn gives her an eye roll and the thumb to move it out of the area. She pulls Cam's mouth to hers for a kiss before she leave. "See you back at home, love, hurry."
He watches her walk away with a goofy smile on his face.
"Colonel," Lam says, getting his attention. She sounds amused, at least - and shockingly, not at all nauseated by the odor. She really does have nerves of steel - including the ones in her nose.
The medical exam is perfunctory - at least until he gets clean. Even if she can handle the smell with a straight face, that doesn't mean she wants to. He gets blood samples taken and she makes sure there's nothing obviously wrong - temperature, pupils responding as expected - and then sends him off with instructions to return at some point within the next 24 hours.
Cam is just vain enough to want to be clean when Vala sees him again, so he goes to the SG-1 locker rooms instead of the base quarters they share. They've been upgraded to a suite in the past year, two rooms instead of the one. Cam keeps his apartment off base but when he's offworld Vala prefers to stay close by and await his return. Cam secretly enjoys that she still does that, though he wouldn't blame her for wanting to give Adria the normality of living in the same place all the time. Adria doesn't seem to have a problem adjusting, though. They've found that she adapts pretty well to just about anything.
He strips down in the locker room, letting his filthy clothes puddle on the floor. He won't even try to salvage them. They'll go into a bag and into the trash once he's clean.
The shower sounds more inviting every second and he pulls open the curtain and steps in.
"Took you long enough."
The voice is deep and soothing and even though he recognizes it he starts at the surprise.
"Jesus, Princess." He takes in her naked form, hair twisted back and held up. She's back against the far wall with one foot flat on it and bent at the knee. Her arms are folded under her breasts and she's got a wicked smile on her face. "You can't just wait naked in a shower like that."
"Why not?" She turns the water on while he's staring and finds the perfect temperature. "I checked on the rest of the team before coming in to make sure they weren't planning on being in here."
"You blatantly told the team that we were going to make love in the SG-1 locker room shower?"
"Of course not!" Vala drags him under the hot stream of water and starts to scrub his back. She brought one of her best scented soaps for cutting through tough smells. It's already doing marvelous things for him. "I simply asked if any of them were planning to shower in here in the next couple hours. I didn't mention anything about sex or you or me or how much I've missed you."
"I'm fairly sure that you didn't have to spell it out for them." Cam turns so she can go to work on the front side. His cock is already at attention. Her tongue swipes across her lips when she sees his erection and he throbs harder. It's been three years and this woman can still get his blood pumping just as easily as day one. "We're married, trying to have a baby, I've been gone for a week. I'm guessing that they are going to steer clear of this place for awhile."
"All the better for us." She gets on her toes and touches her lips to his. "Now what was that about making love? It sounds fabulous."
"Finish cleaning first," He says, taking the soap from her. The scent makes him think of her, of the way she smells when he crawls into bed at night and she's already showered. He hates that he has to spend so many days away from her, both when he's offworld and sometimes even when he's not. The Ori are still a threat, the uneasy balance the last few years have afforded them so easily broken. All it will take is one break in their defense lines, one moment of weakness, one particularly lucky strike by the Ori, and it'll all be lost. It takes a lot out of the SGC to keep them at bay, and SG-1 is their front line team, the figureheads paraded around to show the rest of the universe that the SGC is still strong.
But the last thing Cam wants to think about right now is the Ori, and Vala agrees. She lets him keep the soap but takes the shampoo and squirts a puddle of it into her palm. Cam isn't so much taller than her that this doesn't work. He only has to slouch a little and she only has to stand up very straight and she can scrub her fingers through his hair. The rivulets momentarily darken with grime but she goes back for more shampoo and the second go around results in clean hair, wet and sticking to his head. She rubs his scalp, massaging at tense spots along the base of his neck, thumbs passing over his temples, around to trace behind his ears, finding those sensitive places.
He moans low and his dick jerks, standing rigid against his stomach now. Her soapy hands trail down his chest and she grasps him, taking him in hand. The water from the spray rinses most of the soap away but it's still nicely lubricated when she starts to jerk him, watching his face intently as she does so.
"You keep doing that, and this isn't gonna be a very long shower," he manages to get out. Her hand slides down to the base and stays, squeezes firmly enough to relieve some of the immediacy of the issue. "I did mention it's been an entire week, right?"
"A whole week?" She mocks him fondly. "Cameron, I do believe you're spoiled."
"Like I'm the only one..." He advances, backing her against the wall a bit, crowding her in. He can tell she likes it by the way she swallows and tilts her head. He knows all of her cues by now. He finds them all impossibly sexy, finds everything about her sexy.
Her nose is no longer offended by his scent and she reaches up to run her hands along his shoulders, around his chest and her fingertips draw lines all over her abs. "I'm used to a life of excess."
"Mmhmm..." He just agrees because he doesn't want to talk anymore. The desire to kiss her rushes through him and he never denies it. Kissing her is always familiar but never does he tire of it. Her lips fit to his with an undeniable perfection, tongue flickering across his, fingers digging into his neck so he's not allowed to pull away. They feast on each others mouths - a week apart breeds a certain desperation.
He feels her thigh start to rub the outside of his and he pushes his weight against her. Now she's tight against the wall and his hand grips the underside of her thigh and tugs. She scales his body like a pro and soon her sex is resting right against his.
She lowers her hand between them and spreads the lips, exposing her soft inner folds to his cock. She's wet, not just from the water, slick and her clit throbs with desire. They break the kiss to look down, staring at the way they fit without him entering her yet.
Cam thrusts and they watch the head of his erection catch her clitoris.
She groans and has to concentrate to keep her eyes open. Watching his sex play over hers is erotic and she hates to succumb to her reaction to close her eyes and tilt her head back. The view sends a new set of sensation up her body and she puts her hand on the backside of his cock to make sure she gets the same contact with the next stroke.
"Doctor Lam-"
"I like it more when you call my name at these sorts of times." Cam gives her a brief grin before the pleasure of his thrusts replace it with a grimace of concentration.
"She said I'm clear of the... Oh God." Her clit is so swollen and sensitive every stroke sends her barreling towards climax. "The drugs. We can-"
His mouth seals around hers, he doesn't need the rest of the sentence. He lifts her up slightly higher and she angles him so when he releases she's dropping right onto his dick. He slips right in and their moans are lost in the kiss.
He fucks her slowly and steadily, every bit as much love with every movement as he would have laying on their bed, but somehow so much more raw and intense for the location. It feels illicit, taboo, like they're getting away with something, and his heart pounds with added adrenaline.
"Feels so good," he mumbles, mouth closing over her neck, sucking hard. It'll leave a mark - but that's all right. He doesn't care who knows that she's his. She's certainly left marks on him - the nail scores have only begun to heal in the week he's been away from her.
"Yes," she hisses, her legs locking around him. She has one arm across his neck and the other grasping the bar across the little rack for shampoo and soap, giving her some leverage to thrust back against him.
He doesn't worry about hurting her, not right now; Vala can take a lot and she's never one to shy away from being enthusiastic in the bedroom (or anywhere else they choose to give into their urges at.)
He bends his head and catches a nipple, sucking hard. The response in her is electric; she gasps, her hand tightening in his hair. He nipples are sensitive and he can't help but wonder if that isn't a sign of something good. The idea that they might actually do it right now, might set in motion what would develop into their child, just makes it hotter.
"Please," she whines, trying to thrust her chest forward, wanting more of his mouth. He switches to the other nipple, his fingers reaching up to play with the one that his mouth has just abandoned. "Oh, just like that, yes."
She clenches around him, trying to give him the same sort of pleasure he's giving her right now. It works.
"Fuck!" He gasps, pulling back a little, pausing and trying to scramble back from the edge. "Shit - you know that-"
Her grin is wide and pleased. "What was that, darling?"
"Gonna make me lose it," he mumbles, overheated, sliding back through the slickness of her body until he's buried in her again.
"Well, that is the point, I think." She's teasing but her voice goes more serious when she leans in, mouth against his ear. "Come in me, Cameron. I want to feel you so deep and hot in me, I want to feel your come."
It's too much. He shudders and uses every ounce of willpower, balls throbbing almost painfully at holding back. He shakes his head, unable to even speak.
Vala is pleased with herself. The level of arousal she sees in him right now makes her proud. She brings that on for him, all her. She knows he's attempting to wait on her. She's close, oh so close, but not quite there. She clamps around him again and digs her heels in to make sure he's buried as deeply as possible.
"Please..." She mews next to his ear. His pelvis is pressing perfectly against hers and she can feel the heat of him inside her. He's going to come soon and that knowledge sends her tumbling over the edge. Her hand shoots between them and gives her clit a few quick strokes to send her orgasm to a higher plane.
"Vala!" Her body demands that he give her what she wants. The want is evident in the way her muscles are milking his cock and he can't hold back any longer. He's spurting inside her. Right against the opening of her womb. Semen coating her, trying to find a place to take root.
"We should have started trying for a baby sooner..." She pants, barely able to form words. "That was hot. Just thinking about you getting me pregnant. Right now." She feels a shudder, an aftershock brought on by her own words, rack her body.
"Yeah, I... Oh, baby, that's a welcome home that I enjoy returning too." He nuzzles his nose along her hairline. Still breathing too hard and erratically to kiss her well but wanting more contact. He's softening inside her but he holds still trying to keep his come against her cervix as long as possible.
Both of them groan when he slips out. "I like it more when you don't leave."
"I wish I could stay here forever." Cam eases her to her feet and they step back into the spray and clean up from their activities. "But work to be done and all that."
"Cameron?"
"Yeah, princess?" He tips her head forward and kisses it.
"What if we made a baby?" Vala has a half grin, a little bit of shyness peeking through.
Cam strokes her face with his knuckles. "That's what you want- what we want, right?"
"I don't want Adria to be alone in life, ever," Vala says, an intensity that is rarely seen from her. "I can't give her much, but I can give her that."
"Vala, you give her so much," Cam tries to argue but she shushes him, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel.
"She's been alone except for us. Her playmates are military officers and scientists. She needs another child there, and I... I never thought I'd say it, but I want another baby. We've talked about this, Cameron."
Cam nods. She's right; they have. "But I thought... hell, Vala. You know how it's been the past few years. I'm gone half the time. Realistically, I've only got a few more years leading SG-1, but-"
"That's not true!" Vala protests. "General O'Neill was years older than you before they kicked him out."
He has to smile at her description of his promotion - but, still addresses her point. "General O'Neill started off in top form. I've got a whole lot of broken bones slowing me down."
She looks distressed. "Cameron-"
He shakes his head. While he talks, he uses a towel to dry off as best he can. "Vala, it's okay. I'm gonna keep serving the SGC until they kick my ass upstairs but... while I am still here there are always dangers. I don't want to leave you alone with two kids."
"It's worth it," she says. "Everything in my life has been a risk, but rarely has one been so worth it. Besides... bit late to say you aren't sure now."
Her smile has turned into a smirk, the kind that still makes Cam giddy when he sees it. He grins and pulls her in close to him for a kiss. "I love you."
She slips her arms around him, naked damp chest pressing against his. "I love you, too."
"Did you say we had the whole night to ourselves?" The thought is almost unbelievable to him.
She pulls his head down for a kiss before pulling away and dressing. "I did. Samantha takes pity on us. Young and in love and tied down with a three year old. I pity us too."
"I don't think its pity, baby. I think its envy." He's already dressed in clean clothes. His body feels refreshed and relaxed for the first time in a week. "Who wouldn't want to have a beautiful alien wife and her daughter as their family?"
"I prefer the term 'Sexy Alien wife'." She runs a brush through her hair and picks up all their supplies. "Hungry, sexy alien wife. Our daughter is quite lovely as well. I can't imagine who wouldn't want to be you."
His mouth waters at the mention of hunger and it's followed up with a rumble from his stomach. "Apparently the sexy alien's husband is quite hungry as well. Steak sound good?"
"Will there be champagne involved?"
"Not for you. What if you're pregnant?" The thought makes him giddy. He really can't wait to see her rounded with his child in her belly. He's still worried about leaving her alone but she's right. The risk is worth it. He wants to see what they'll create together. A brother or sister for Adria and another child for his parents to dote on.
"All the more reason to celebrate." She giggles at his scowl. "Lighten up Cameron, it won't hurt already. Take me for steak and we'll toast to you being home and to the possibility of a little Cam pitter pattering around in nine months."
Cam grins and grabs his jacket, leading her out of the lockers and out of the base.
Author: Dizzydame and VirKatJol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Who'd Have Known. Cam and Vala are trying to have a 2nd child but Adria starts to have strange things happen to her. Will the Ori's power over her tear a small family apart?
Disclaimer: We don't own them. We just love them, a lot.
Chapter 1
Cam’s covered in muck and when he comes through the gate everyone takes a step backwards. He looks down and sees the mud sloshing off his boots. He can't smell himself anymore, thank god, but from the reactions of everyone in the gate room he knows that they can.
The stench is horrendous but Vala doesn't care. He's been on radio silence without contact for a week, trudging though the muck of P3X yada yada yada. Her stomach rolls when she hears the klaxons signal his arrival. This day has been so far away for so long. She gets there late but the smell has permeated the hallway and, luckily, she's able to control the nausea that accompanies it.
He's safe and home. She's racing towards him, while the others retreat, and his arms open and catch her as she leaps into them. Her thumb is moistened by her tongue and she wipes away a smear of something from his bottom lip before she lowers her head and takes his out with hers.
"Mmm, baby," He mumbles against her lips. "How can you stand the stench?"
"I love you."
He laughs. "Love is scentless?"
"And senseless." She glances down between them, only leaning away slightly, she's covered in… well whatever it is, Vala is positive she doesn't wish to know, now too. "Looks like we'll need to get cleaned up together now…"
The mischief in her grin makes him laugh some more. How he's missed this woman.
"How's our girl?" He starts to walk towards the medical bay, holding Vala in his arms as he goes. He doesn't want to let her go. He never does.
"She's good, misses her daddy, but she's been coping. She's with Samantha for the night though…"
"It's good that she doesn't get yet that your timed overnights with Auntie Sam are on the welcome home dad nights." He pauses and pins her against a wall, kissing her again. Her lips taste like heaven and he's swearing that he's died in the wormhole when he gated back to have her in his arms already. "When she gets older you're going to have to be more smooth about it."
"I'll just tell her that mommy and daddy need to make love. Go to a friends." She tilts her head so Cam can nuzzle her neck. "Or mommy and daddy are going to make you a baby brother or sister, go bug uncle Daniel."
"Our child is going to be so expensive. Therapy bills up the wazoo."
"It's good that mommy is a good treasure hunter then, isn't it?"
Cam just chuckles and hoists her up better against his pelvis for the continued trip down the hall. He's sure Carolyn has been appraised of his special smell and can tell he's close.
"Well before we get to get naked…" He sees the big grin part her lips as she leans in for more kissing. "To get clean."
"Sometimes you're no fun, Cameron Mitchell."
"Before we can get dirty."
"Oh I do like that part." Vala inspects his neck and finds a clean location and moves in to kiss him there.
"You always do, Mrs. Mitchell." A shiver of pleasure runs up his spine, calling her that brings him the same feeling of wonderful disbelief every time. "I need to pass this medical inspection. I believe these things go quicker when I'm extra appendageless."
"I’m pretty sure 'appendageless' isn't a word, dear." Vala slithers down his body after they enter the infirmary and Carolyn gives her an eye roll and the thumb to move it out of the area. She pulls Cam's mouth to hers for a kiss before she leave. "See you back at home, love, hurry."
He watches her walk away with a goofy smile on his face.
"Colonel," Lam says, getting his attention. She sounds amused, at least - and shockingly, not at all nauseated by the odor. She really does have nerves of steel - including the ones in her nose.
The medical exam is perfunctory - at least until he gets clean. Even if she can handle the smell with a straight face, that doesn't mean she wants to. He gets blood samples taken and she makes sure there's nothing obviously wrong - temperature, pupils responding as expected - and then sends him off with instructions to return at some point within the next 24 hours.
Cam is just vain enough to want to be clean when Vala sees him again, so he goes to the SG-1 locker rooms instead of the base quarters they share. They've been upgraded to a suite in the past year, two rooms instead of the one. Cam keeps his apartment off base but when he's offworld Vala prefers to stay close by and await his return. Cam secretly enjoys that she still does that, though he wouldn't blame her for wanting to give Adria the normality of living in the same place all the time. Adria doesn't seem to have a problem adjusting, though. They've found that she adapts pretty well to just about anything.
He strips down in the locker room, letting his filthy clothes puddle on the floor. He won't even try to salvage them. They'll go into a bag and into the trash once he's clean.
The shower sounds more inviting every second and he pulls open the curtain and steps in.
"Took you long enough."
The voice is deep and soothing and even though he recognizes it he starts at the surprise.
"Jesus, Princess." He takes in her naked form, hair twisted back and held up. She's back against the far wall with one foot flat on it and bent at the knee. Her arms are folded under her breasts and she's got a wicked smile on her face. "You can't just wait naked in a shower like that."
"Why not?" She turns the water on while he's staring and finds the perfect temperature. "I checked on the rest of the team before coming in to make sure they weren't planning on being in here."
"You blatantly told the team that we were going to make love in the SG-1 locker room shower?"
"Of course not!" Vala drags him under the hot stream of water and starts to scrub his back. She brought one of her best scented soaps for cutting through tough smells. It's already doing marvelous things for him. "I simply asked if any of them were planning to shower in here in the next couple hours. I didn't mention anything about sex or you or me or how much I've missed you."
"I'm fairly sure that you didn't have to spell it out for them." Cam turns so she can go to work on the front side. His cock is already at attention. Her tongue swipes across her lips when she sees his erection and he throbs harder. It's been three years and this woman can still get his blood pumping just as easily as day one. "We're married, trying to have a baby, I've been gone for a week. I'm guessing that they are going to steer clear of this place for awhile."
"All the better for us." She gets on her toes and touches her lips to his. "Now what was that about making love? It sounds fabulous."
"Finish cleaning first," He says, taking the soap from her. The scent makes him think of her, of the way she smells when he crawls into bed at night and she's already showered. He hates that he has to spend so many days away from her, both when he's offworld and sometimes even when he's not. The Ori are still a threat, the uneasy balance the last few years have afforded them so easily broken. All it will take is one break in their defense lines, one moment of weakness, one particularly lucky strike by the Ori, and it'll all be lost. It takes a lot out of the SGC to keep them at bay, and SG-1 is their front line team, the figureheads paraded around to show the rest of the universe that the SGC is still strong.
But the last thing Cam wants to think about right now is the Ori, and Vala agrees. She lets him keep the soap but takes the shampoo and squirts a puddle of it into her palm. Cam isn't so much taller than her that this doesn't work. He only has to slouch a little and she only has to stand up very straight and she can scrub her fingers through his hair. The rivulets momentarily darken with grime but she goes back for more shampoo and the second go around results in clean hair, wet and sticking to his head. She rubs his scalp, massaging at tense spots along the base of his neck, thumbs passing over his temples, around to trace behind his ears, finding those sensitive places.
He moans low and his dick jerks, standing rigid against his stomach now. Her soapy hands trail down his chest and she grasps him, taking him in hand. The water from the spray rinses most of the soap away but it's still nicely lubricated when she starts to jerk him, watching his face intently as she does so.
"You keep doing that, and this isn't gonna be a very long shower," he manages to get out. Her hand slides down to the base and stays, squeezes firmly enough to relieve some of the immediacy of the issue. "I did mention it's been an entire week, right?"
"A whole week?" She mocks him fondly. "Cameron, I do believe you're spoiled."
"Like I'm the only one..." He advances, backing her against the wall a bit, crowding her in. He can tell she likes it by the way she swallows and tilts her head. He knows all of her cues by now. He finds them all impossibly sexy, finds everything about her sexy.
Her nose is no longer offended by his scent and she reaches up to run her hands along his shoulders, around his chest and her fingertips draw lines all over her abs. "I'm used to a life of excess."
"Mmhmm..." He just agrees because he doesn't want to talk anymore. The desire to kiss her rushes through him and he never denies it. Kissing her is always familiar but never does he tire of it. Her lips fit to his with an undeniable perfection, tongue flickering across his, fingers digging into his neck so he's not allowed to pull away. They feast on each others mouths - a week apart breeds a certain desperation.
He feels her thigh start to rub the outside of his and he pushes his weight against her. Now she's tight against the wall and his hand grips the underside of her thigh and tugs. She scales his body like a pro and soon her sex is resting right against his.
She lowers her hand between them and spreads the lips, exposing her soft inner folds to his cock. She's wet, not just from the water, slick and her clit throbs with desire. They break the kiss to look down, staring at the way they fit without him entering her yet.
Cam thrusts and they watch the head of his erection catch her clitoris.
She groans and has to concentrate to keep her eyes open. Watching his sex play over hers is erotic and she hates to succumb to her reaction to close her eyes and tilt her head back. The view sends a new set of sensation up her body and she puts her hand on the backside of his cock to make sure she gets the same contact with the next stroke.
"Doctor Lam-"
"I like it more when you call my name at these sorts of times." Cam gives her a brief grin before the pleasure of his thrusts replace it with a grimace of concentration.
"She said I'm clear of the... Oh God." Her clit is so swollen and sensitive every stroke sends her barreling towards climax. "The drugs. We can-"
His mouth seals around hers, he doesn't need the rest of the sentence. He lifts her up slightly higher and she angles him so when he releases she's dropping right onto his dick. He slips right in and their moans are lost in the kiss.
He fucks her slowly and steadily, every bit as much love with every movement as he would have laying on their bed, but somehow so much more raw and intense for the location. It feels illicit, taboo, like they're getting away with something, and his heart pounds with added adrenaline.
"Feels so good," he mumbles, mouth closing over her neck, sucking hard. It'll leave a mark - but that's all right. He doesn't care who knows that she's his. She's certainly left marks on him - the nail scores have only begun to heal in the week he's been away from her.
"Yes," she hisses, her legs locking around him. She has one arm across his neck and the other grasping the bar across the little rack for shampoo and soap, giving her some leverage to thrust back against him.
He doesn't worry about hurting her, not right now; Vala can take a lot and she's never one to shy away from being enthusiastic in the bedroom (or anywhere else they choose to give into their urges at.)
He bends his head and catches a nipple, sucking hard. The response in her is electric; she gasps, her hand tightening in his hair. He nipples are sensitive and he can't help but wonder if that isn't a sign of something good. The idea that they might actually do it right now, might set in motion what would develop into their child, just makes it hotter.
"Please," she whines, trying to thrust her chest forward, wanting more of his mouth. He switches to the other nipple, his fingers reaching up to play with the one that his mouth has just abandoned. "Oh, just like that, yes."
She clenches around him, trying to give him the same sort of pleasure he's giving her right now. It works.
"Fuck!" He gasps, pulling back a little, pausing and trying to scramble back from the edge. "Shit - you know that-"
Her grin is wide and pleased. "What was that, darling?"
"Gonna make me lose it," he mumbles, overheated, sliding back through the slickness of her body until he's buried in her again.
"Well, that is the point, I think." She's teasing but her voice goes more serious when she leans in, mouth against his ear. "Come in me, Cameron. I want to feel you so deep and hot in me, I want to feel your come."
It's too much. He shudders and uses every ounce of willpower, balls throbbing almost painfully at holding back. He shakes his head, unable to even speak.
Vala is pleased with herself. The level of arousal she sees in him right now makes her proud. She brings that on for him, all her. She knows he's attempting to wait on her. She's close, oh so close, but not quite there. She clamps around him again and digs her heels in to make sure he's buried as deeply as possible.
"Please..." She mews next to his ear. His pelvis is pressing perfectly against hers and she can feel the heat of him inside her. He's going to come soon and that knowledge sends her tumbling over the edge. Her hand shoots between them and gives her clit a few quick strokes to send her orgasm to a higher plane.
"Vala!" Her body demands that he give her what she wants. The want is evident in the way her muscles are milking his cock and he can't hold back any longer. He's spurting inside her. Right against the opening of her womb. Semen coating her, trying to find a place to take root.
"We should have started trying for a baby sooner..." She pants, barely able to form words. "That was hot. Just thinking about you getting me pregnant. Right now." She feels a shudder, an aftershock brought on by her own words, rack her body.
"Yeah, I... Oh, baby, that's a welcome home that I enjoy returning too." He nuzzles his nose along her hairline. Still breathing too hard and erratically to kiss her well but wanting more contact. He's softening inside her but he holds still trying to keep his come against her cervix as long as possible.
Both of them groan when he slips out. "I like it more when you don't leave."
"I wish I could stay here forever." Cam eases her to her feet and they step back into the spray and clean up from their activities. "But work to be done and all that."
"Cameron?"
"Yeah, princess?" He tips her head forward and kisses it.
"What if we made a baby?" Vala has a half grin, a little bit of shyness peeking through.
Cam strokes her face with his knuckles. "That's what you want- what we want, right?"
"I don't want Adria to be alone in life, ever," Vala says, an intensity that is rarely seen from her. "I can't give her much, but I can give her that."
"Vala, you give her so much," Cam tries to argue but she shushes him, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel.
"She's been alone except for us. Her playmates are military officers and scientists. She needs another child there, and I... I never thought I'd say it, but I want another baby. We've talked about this, Cameron."
Cam nods. She's right; they have. "But I thought... hell, Vala. You know how it's been the past few years. I'm gone half the time. Realistically, I've only got a few more years leading SG-1, but-"
"That's not true!" Vala protests. "General O'Neill was years older than you before they kicked him out."
He has to smile at her description of his promotion - but, still addresses her point. "General O'Neill started off in top form. I've got a whole lot of broken bones slowing me down."
She looks distressed. "Cameron-"
He shakes his head. While he talks, he uses a towel to dry off as best he can. "Vala, it's okay. I'm gonna keep serving the SGC until they kick my ass upstairs but... while I am still here there are always dangers. I don't want to leave you alone with two kids."
"It's worth it," she says. "Everything in my life has been a risk, but rarely has one been so worth it. Besides... bit late to say you aren't sure now."
Her smile has turned into a smirk, the kind that still makes Cam giddy when he sees it. He grins and pulls her in close to him for a kiss. "I love you."
She slips her arms around him, naked damp chest pressing against his. "I love you, too."
"Did you say we had the whole night to ourselves?" The thought is almost unbelievable to him.
She pulls his head down for a kiss before pulling away and dressing. "I did. Samantha takes pity on us. Young and in love and tied down with a three year old. I pity us too."
"I don't think its pity, baby. I think its envy." He's already dressed in clean clothes. His body feels refreshed and relaxed for the first time in a week. "Who wouldn't want to have a beautiful alien wife and her daughter as their family?"
"I prefer the term 'Sexy Alien wife'." She runs a brush through her hair and picks up all their supplies. "Hungry, sexy alien wife. Our daughter is quite lovely as well. I can't imagine who wouldn't want to be you."
His mouth waters at the mention of hunger and it's followed up with a rumble from his stomach. "Apparently the sexy alien's husband is quite hungry as well. Steak sound good?"
"Will there be champagne involved?"
"Not for you. What if you're pregnant?" The thought makes him giddy. He really can't wait to see her rounded with his child in her belly. He's still worried about leaving her alone but she's right. The risk is worth it. He wants to see what they'll create together. A brother or sister for Adria and another child for his parents to dote on.
"All the more reason to celebrate." She giggles at his scowl. "Lighten up Cameron, it won't hurt already. Take me for steak and we'll toast to you being home and to the possibility of a little Cam pitter pattering around in nine months."
Cam grins and grabs his jacket, leading her out of the lockers and out of the base.