TITLE: Dirty Word Scrabble.
AUTHOR: Mexx.
FANDOM: Stargate: Sg-1.
DISCLAIMER: Sam Carter, Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teal’c and everything Stargate related is property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions
GENRE: Pure drunken fluffy pwp (pwp=Pete? Who’s Pete?).
RATING: NC-17.
SUMMARY: The team formerly known as SG1 play a little game of dirty world scrabble, before things get even dirtier for two of our heroes. Sam/Jack. Fluff.

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“How is ‘rimmed’ a dirty word?” Daniel slurred from around the neck of his beer bottle.

Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal’c, and Jack O’Neill, the original members of the SG-1 team, were sprawled around the recently retired General’s living room. Since Jack’s retirement, it became an unspoken agreement that the former team would see more of each other outside of work, purely so that Jack - who no longer had the clearance to be involved or be informed of any off-world or base related activities - would still remain in close contact with his former colleagues.

Despite the fortnightly meetings though, a certain blonde member of his former team seemed to be spending a lot of time with him without the other team members. Not that he was complaining, of course, but the attention she was showering him with was not exactly the kind he’d had in mind after regulations would no longer prevent such activities. Both Sam and himself had stepped the flirting up a notch, or several, but in the three months since he’d been gone from SGC they’d yet to do so much as kiss.

So here they sat around an unpolished coffee table with a scrabble board open in front of them, words from the profane to the ridiculous scrawled across in plastic chips. Every second Thursday was now reserved for some ridiculous sort of board game or movie, combined with alcohol and unhealthy food to make the evenings wholly enjoyable. Except Jack really couldn’t fathom whose dumb idea it was to play ‘Dirty Word’ Scrabble, and – with a glance towards Daniel who’s wide-eyed expression claimed he’d only just understood Sam’s latest word – he was quite sure who’s idea it hadn’t been.

Sam totted up the points for her word, smiling deviously. Jack looked caught somewhere between impressed and amused, amazed at the filthy words that fell from Carter’s delicate little fingers. Her vocabulary could put a sailor to shame.

After Daniel’s rather confused outburst, Teal’c continued to look puzzled. “I am unaware of the meaning of ‘rimmed,’” he announced stoically. “DanielJackson, perhaps you could inform me?”

Jack snorted into his beer, and watched Daniel’s eyes widened even further. Smiling evilly, Jack suggested, “Yeah, go on Daniel. Explain it to him.”

Daniel’s eyes widened in abject horror, before Sam jumped in; “How about some pizza?” She stood up, her walk verging on a stumble, and made her way to the letter rack, which contained a tattered menu from Dominoes.

Blaming the beers he’d consumed entirely, Jack hungrily watched Sam as she darted around his lounge looking for his phone. She was still the lithe beauty she’d always been, only now she was infinitely more tempting because he was *allowed* to want her. Jack’s gaze blinked away from Sam as he felt someone watching him; he turned to find Daniel watching him with an amused expression. Jack glared back at his former colleague. He was retired damn it, and he was allowed to look at her all he liked. Hell, if he could work up the balls to ask her out, he could do a hell of a lot more than merely look.

When she walked back to her seat on the floor – menu and cordless phone in hand – she placed her self decidedly closer to Jack, and he grinned, ignoring Daniel.

**

Thirty minutes later and Teal’c had successfully bundled Daniel into the passenger seat of Jack’s truck and driven off in search of pizza, leaving an ever more drunken former General and 2IC continuing their game of scrabble.

Jack watched in apt fascination as Sam proceeded to place ten chips – ten? Surely that wasn’t right – on the board. He swiveled the board around to face him in order to read the word. “P-H-E-double L-A-T-I-double O? Carter, what the hell is “phellatioo”?”

For a second, Jack could have sworn she looked nervous, but then a devilish grin fell over her features and she leaned back on her hands with her arms outstretched behind her. “Why don’t you come here and I’ll show you?”

Jack’s jaw dropped, and his open mouth formed a perfect round ‘o’. In all the years he’d known her, how could he have missed the fact that she was a complete minx? He was drunk, that was it. It was the only explanation. He was drunk and passed out and his former 2IC was in no way coming on to him. Except – oh God – he wasn’t dreaming her crawling toward him and sliding her hands up his thighs towards his crotch.

“Come on, Jack…” She grinned again, apparently emboldened by the alcohol. “We both know this has been a long time coming.”

“Er…” Jack stuttered and mentally berated himself. The woman he’d denied himself of for years was coming onto him, and he wasn’t coming back. Jack paused, shook his head. That didn’t come – damn there was that word again – out right. God, they were both on the wrong side of having had too much to drink, and far too old to be behaving like this.

“Jack,” she breathed heavily, and all of a sudden she was *very* close to his face, and her lips were almost on his and oh God, he’d wanted this for the longest time. “You’ve been out of the Airforce for *three* months, we don’t need to wait anymore. Hell, everyone already thinks we’re dating.”

Jack whimpered – loudly. He’d have preferred to call it a moan himself, it sounded manlier, but either way how could he not when Sam was suddenly straddling his thighs and breathing on his neck and jaw and – Jesus – his lips. Her lips weren’t even an inch from his, soft and tempting and suddenly on his in a delicious kiss that for years he’d dreamt about.

The kiss was fast, yet unbearably sweet; Jack felt like he was drowning in her incredible warmth, her softness and her deft wriggles against him. Emboldened by her physical nearness and apparent eagerness for him, Jack slid his hands around her waist and pulled her up his body until she was straddling him fully, with the crux of her legs was pressed tight against his crotch.

Just as her actions had affected him so incredibly, his seemed to have increased her ardour; deliberately, Sam threaded her fingers through Jack’s greying hair and tugged softly, angling his mouth better to the slow nips she began delivering to his lower lip. Heated tingles danced along his nerves as Sam kissed a thread of sweet pecks across his jaw, and he surrendered to her completely. “God, Sam…”

“I want you, Jack,” she whispered against his skin, and as if to prove her point unthreaded her fingers from his hair and traced the outline of his erection through his jeans. “Please.”

Her soft plea was Jack’s complete undoing; he drew back from her momentarily to undo the buttons on her blouse, thankful that his nerves weren’t so frayed that he was fumbling with her buttons like a nervous teenager with his first boner in front of a girl. He released her blouse with relative ease, and it was only after throwing it to the other side of the room and discarding her bra as well that he reclaimed her lips. Breathy sighs escaped her lips as they kissed, sweet and desperate, and Jack knew that waiting for three months had been a complete waste of time… how could he have denied himself the pleasure of her for the three months since fraternization regs had become inconsequential, let alone the last eight years?

Pulling away from him again, Sam tugged his shirt from his pants. Discarding it on the sofa he was leaning against, she pressed against him once again; rubbing her naked breasts against his hard chest.

Jack enjoyed the luxury of her body against his, setting all of his senses ablaze. He watched, half gasping, as she shimmied down his body, stopping only when she was perched on his calves, her face level with the strained fabric covering his erection. “So, you wanted a demonstration of ‘phellatioo’?” she smiled.

Somewhere, at the back of his mind - a very un-guylike part of his mind - Jack realised they were both incredibly drunk, and he might be accused at a later date of taking advantage of her, despite the fact that – oh *damn*, that felt good – it was her groping him through the fabric of his pants, so if anyone asked, like her space-faring father for instance, it was she that took advantage of him. Completely. And, as Sam cupped Jack’s erection through the hard denim, he sure hoped she’d be taking advantage of him a few more times before the night was through.

As he lifted his hips to help Sam ease down his pants, his hands slid up her body and threaded through her hair, his digits tangling in her silken locks. Jack inhaled sharply when she abandoned his jeans and boxers around his knees and licked the underside of his stiffened cock. “God, Sam…” he groaned, loosening his grip on her hair to let her pull away. He watched Sam, her head hovering above his crotch, grinning impishly. If Jack had been in a less aroused and less intoxicated state of mind he might have paused to question her un-Samlike behaviour, and probably put it down to too much alcohol, and too long denying themselves the touch of each other. Now, however, it seemed his pleasantly tipsy former 2IC, couldn’t get enough of him, and Jack really wasn’t in the position to complain.

Throwing his head back and opening his mouth in a silent moan, Jack shifted his hips slightly as Sam opened her hot mouth around him, taking in the head of his cock.

It was at this *incredibly* inopportune moment that Jack heard the lock in the hallway click. “Shit,” he cursed, lifting his head to look at Sam. She was looking at him with an expression between amusement and absolute annoyance gracing her features as she backed away from his crotch. Jack felt much the same. It really wasn’t worth denying it anymore; they’d felt an attraction for years, and now- after far too many months of waiting, in his opinion – it seemed they were finally getting somewhere, and the other two former, less attractive and un-blonde members of his team had decided to interrupt them with hails of pizza and more beer.

Hearing the door handle turn, Jack spurred into action. Standing both he and Sam up, he helped her pull his discarded t-shirt over her head, before attempting – and rather painfully failing - to zip up his jeans over his hard penis. Grunting, he gave up the painful task and stood behind Sam, hoping that Daniel and Teal’c would take the hint – the fact that he was shirtless, for one – and leave. With any luck they’d be gone within thirty seconds. It was pretty obvious what had been transpiring between himself and Sam, and their two earlier companions weren’t stupid. He rolled his eyes; this was going to be all over base by noon the next day.

Sam silenced Jack’s inner speech with a sweet kiss, devoid of their earlier intensity, but passionate and promising nonetheless. It spoke volumes, and he was in for the long haul. Unfortunately, their kiss wasn’t. Sam broke away from him with a sly smile, before turning in his arms to face their friends rounding the corner between the hall and the lounge.

One stunned expression and a second with a raised eyebrow met Sam and Jack’s embarrassed half-smiles as the door opened, revealing Jack standing with his chest pressed tight against Sam’s back with his arms looped around her waist to their friends who had just entered the room. Silence descended upon the four friends, and Jack bit back a grin. Teal’c, and Daniel especially, actually looked somewhat shocked. What, like they hadn’t expected this all along? Hell, Jack was well aware of the pools on base. “Teal’c,” he nodded. “Daniel.”

Daniel continued to stare at the couple, mouth agape. It was a moment after Jack said his name before his brain apparently connected to his mouth. “Uhh, Jack,” he blinked once, twice, before turning his eyes to Sam. “Sam.”

Sam, Jack noted, had only just managed to kick her bra under the couch before she turned her attention to their two friends, smiling tightly. “Daniel. Teal’c.”

Teal’c nodded graciously to the couple in front of him, and Sam had a disconcerting suspicion the man was concealing a smirk.

Daniel blinked a few more times, staring awkwardly at Sam and Jack. It seemed the shock had brought on sobriety. “Uhh, Teal’c,” he began. “I just remembered… we have to go someplace.”

Teal’c turned away from Jack and Sam to look at Daniel, “To what place are you referring?”

“You know…” Daniel began, eyebrows flailing in various directions in a not so subtle attempt to get Teal’c to get the message. “That *place*.”

“I am aware of no such “place”, DanielJackson.”

“Whatever,” Daniel said quickly. “We’re leaving.”

**

The front door was still in the process of being hastily slammed shut when Sam span around in Jack’s arm to face him, slipped her arms around his neck and reclaimed his lips. Their lips were hot and hasty against each other, meeting with renewed ardour, a passion that had not quelled in the interlude provided by their friends.

Jack’s hands were frantic in pulling his t-shirt over Sam’s head and fiddling with the zipper on her pants. He quickly pulled the offending clothing down her body and soon she was naked in front of him. Gloriously, beautifully naked. In front of *him*. Jack swallowed, hard. This was *it*, and he be damned if their first time together was in his living room where one of them would undoubtedly get carpet burns or a crick in the knees. Grunting as he did so, Jack swung Sam into his arms and advanced towards the stairs.

The stairs proved to be somewhat of a problem. Though Jack knew his house well enough to be able to navigate the flat areas with a beautiful naked blonde in his arms kissing him, walking up stairs with the said blonde distracting him immensely proved to be something of a problem, and reluctantly, Jack drew his lips away from Sam’s.

Her face was flushed, and her lips were a tad pinker than normal. Her eyes met his with unabashed desire. God, he wanted her. He lowered his head to kiss her again, but stumbled as he lost his footing and almost fell onto the landing. A few stuttering steps saved them from a tumble, but still Jack did not release Sam’s mouth from his demanding kiss.

Carefully, Jack helped Sam to shift in his arms, so he no longer cradled her, but instead sat with her legs wrapped around his hips. Jack hurried to the bedroom, his walk unsteady as he concentrated not on his footing, but on the blonde in his arms, kissing him with wild abandon.

Their explorations downstairs already had Sam ready and Jack hard, and eight years of foreplay was more than enough. Once in the bedroom they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips and desperate longing. Sam helped Jack kick off his jeans and boxers, before Jack’s hands began tracing hasty circles of arousal across Sam’s body. Sam responded to his talented hands, writhing beneath him on the bed as he lay half on top of her, and urging him over until he was covering her completely. After a swift assurance from Sam that she was on birth control, he complied, and slid over onto her waiting body.

Jack braced himself on his arms, and swept over her, his body pressed intimately against hers. A frisson of heat swept straight to his cock when Sam’s hips bucked against his, and Jack could bear it no longer. Reaching between their bodies, he guided himself into her heat, inhaling sharply at the incredible feeling of being so intimately joined with her. A heated tingle rippled across his skin, and he began to thrust inside of her while his hand, still between them, began to caress her clit. Sam moaned throatily beneath him, and locked her legs more tightly around his hips, meeting his deepening thrusts each time by surging her body beneath his, their bodies’ friction causing hot pleasure between them.

Jack watched in a different kind of pleasure as Sam’s writhing beneath him increased, and she began to mouth silent incoherencies of pleasure against his lips. She was heading over the edge, and he wasn’t far behind

Jack pushed himself deeper inside her, his frantic pumping increasing as Sam clutched harder against him, digging her nails into his back, and continued murmuring exclamations of her physical pleasure and words of love for him.

He’d wanted this for so damn long, and her husky words and muscles tensing rhythmically around him with the promise of her imminent release were making him burn. Feeling himself tighten, Jack knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and kissed Sam. When her tongue slipped past his lips, and her hips propelled upwards to meet his, he came, spurting his hot semen inside of her waiting body.

When he’d finished inside of her, Jack continued to manipulate her clitoris, determined not to be selfish despite the lethargy creeping over his body. He bent his head to nuzzle her breast, and paid more attention to her sole needs now that his had been seen to. Jack slipped a finger inside her, against his softening penis and she bucked up against him in response to the added pressure inside of her. A grin crept over his face at her response, and a second finger followed the first, and crooked inside of her. Jack watched as Sam’s face contorted in pleasure, her features overcome by the sensations caressing her from various angles. A moment after Jack had climaxed inside of her, Sam came against his fingers.

They were silent for a few moments, save for the sound of their heavy breaths mingling. When Jack rolled onto the bed, laying on his side and facing Sam, she finally spoke. “Wow,” she murmured.

Jack grinned. He’d made Sam - Samantha Carter, astrophysicist and complete genius – monosyllabic. Yeah, he still had it. “Best game of scrabble ever,” he concurred.

-- finis.