TITLE: Banish the Past
AUTHOR: Dish (AKA Trish Williams and Denise)
EMAIL: skydiver119@hotmail.com or kayla_porter_SGC@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: Romance, Humor
PAIRING: Sam/Teal'c
SPOILERS: Watergate, vague mention of Libidos and Timeloops (with
the author's permission)
SEASON / SEQUEL: 4; vague sequel to Libidos
and Timeloops
RATING: R
CONTENT WARNINGS: graphic sex
SUMMARY: Two members of SG-1 find forgetfulness in each other's arms...and
it ain't who you think <G>
STATUS: Complete
ARCHIVE: Heliopolis 2
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of
Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions.
We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money
whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the
authors. Not to be archived without permission of the authors.
AUTHOR'S
NOTES: Thanks to Trish for the idea of conspiring together...you know
between the two of us, Sam and Teal'c have 'gotten more' in the past
several months than in five years on the show....<BEG>
Sam closed the door to the Spartan bathroom and turned on the tap, gathering a bit of water in her hand to splash on her face. "Pull yourself together," she whispered, glancing at her image in the mirror. She was paler than normal, her lips and eyes the only real color in her face. And the snow-white suit she was wearing, which made her look like an overstuffed Easter bunny, wasn't helping any.
SG-1 was flying first-class USAF style on a C-130 cargo plane bound for its second stop in Russia. Turns out the gate that went down with Thor's ship had been recovered by the Russians and put into operation. The problem was that until they could shut down the Russian Gate, the gate at the SGC wouldn't dial out. Normally technical problems such as this would be occupying her thoughts. Sam was annoyed and frustrated to acknowledge that the technical details of the mission were not bothering her, but something from another mission, in another time was.
She should be over this by now. It'd been ten years for Pete's sake. Actually, she had thought she was over it, right up until she had peeked out the window and seen the barren landscape beneath them. The monochromatic snow and rocks looked too much like the desert of a decade before. With memories threatening to overwhelm her, she'd slipped away from the others hoping for a bit of privacy to collect herself.
She stole a glance down at her watch. They were due to arrive at the Russian base in thirty minutes. She needed to get back to the others.
Taking a deep breath, Sam forced her fears deep inside her and opened the door with determined confidence. She backpedaled quickly to avoid crashing into Teal'c who was standing just inches from the threshold. The force generated by slamming into the immovable physique of a six-foot four Jaffa was not something she wanted to experience for herself.
"Whoa. Teal'c. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hog the facilities."
He smiled slightly. "You are not. I was waiting for you," he said quietly. His dark complexion was in stark contrast to the bright white cold weather gear he wore. While she looked like a bunny, Teal'c looked like the Abominable Snow Man.
"Ooh." She frowned. "Did you need something?"
"I do not," he replied. "However I have observed that you seem to be rather tense since we left the SGC."
Sam grimaced. "You noticed?"
"It was not difficult for someone who knows you well. You have been quiet and are fidgeting with your hands," he said, reaching out to take her cold fingers in his large warm ones. "And you have not laughed once at O'Neill's jokes."
She nodded. "Do the others?"
"It appears to have escaped the attention of O'Neill, Daniel Jackson and Doctor Markov. Is it something you wish to share?" He asked gently, caressing her hands with his.
"Aah...it's silly." His grasp tightened slightly and she raised her gaze to meet his warm brown eyes. Seeing the invitation, she continued. "You know about the Gulf War? How the colonel and I were there?" He nodded. "I wasn't technically in the fighting, women weren't allowed but...well the bad guys sorta made up the rules as they went along. I was in a radar plane and the Iraqis decided they didn't want us in their sky. So they shot at us and we had to bail out."
"Bail out?" he asked, his eyebrow quirking.
"Jump out of the plane. It took S&R two days to find us," She said, staring over his shoulder at a group of steel lockers.
Teal'c's voice was soothing. "It was an arduous experience?"
She nodded. "We didn't have a lot of water and supplies and the area was crawling with enemy patrols. Definitely an experience I don't care to repeat. I thought I was over it but when I looked out the window..."
"The tundra resembles a desert," he said, his low voice rich with understanding.
She nodded. "I just need to stop thinking about it."
"Perhaps I can assist you," he said, lowering his face to hers and kissing her lips.
//What the...//
The whole world came skidding to a halt as Sam tried to figure out what the hell was happening.
She knew she was part of the way in some poor excuse for a bathroom on a military cargo plane. She knew she was bundled up in military issue snow gear for the upcoming mission. And she knew her lips were locked with that of a Jaffa she'd never thought considered her in 'that way'.
There was no doubt about it. Teal'c was kissing her and it wasn't some chaste kiss either. He was doing it as if he had a prime directive in mind. Sam wondered just what that was as he gently but firmly guided her back into the bathroom. The door pulled shut and a low clicking noise told her the possibility of anyone walking in on them had been eradicated.
"Teal'c," she said, breaking the kiss and finally finding the strength to ask what needed to be. "What are you doing?"
"I believe I am kissing you," he replied, his prominent cheekbones showing as he smiled at her. "You do not find this enjoyable?"
Sam knew she had to answer that question tactfully. Even if he was Jaffa, he was still a male and most males got pretty offended if you didn't like their kissing technique. She figured the best thing would be to tell him the truth-a thing he could respect and both of them could live with.
"Yes," she finally answered.
She wished she wasn't blushing. Then she figured it would at least bring some color to her face, so she welcomed the warm tingling feeling in her cheeks and in another place she didn't dare think about.
Sam pulled herself together as best she could considering the circumstances. "What I mean is, why are you doing this?"
"You are obviously unsettled," he observed, his hands caressing her face as his chocolate eyes looked into hers with a mesmerizing intensity. "If you do not regain control, it is possible you will jeopardize our mission."
For a few moments she felt offended. She would never purposely endanger any of her teammates or the mission. But at that moment, flashes of her ordeal about the Gulf War that had been plaguing her sped through her mind at breakneck speed. Teal'c was right, if she didn't get her mind together and focus, she could screw up the entire mission.
"So, ah, what do you suggest about helping me regain control?"
Her blue eyes watched as he gave her a knowing look. She wanted to demand an answer of him but when his lips connected with hers again, getting the answer didn't seem important right now. As long as he kissed her, as long as he touched her, the memories did not flash through her mind as often. Sam rationalized that if she went through with what Teal'c had in mind, those memories would stop all together.
That was what she needed.
Sam reveled in the warmth of his soft, full lips on hers, and marveled at just how skilled of a kisser he was. He slipped his tongue to dance with hers in expert choreography; the skill of the maneuver caused her to moan against his lips. Even wearing the heavily padded outerwear, Sam could feel his strength through the fabric as he pressed his body against hers.
The sound of a zipper coming undone registered in her consciousness. It took a few moments before she realized it was her zipper, but she didn't care. She felt something invading the heavily padded white parka she wore. It was warm, strong and searching for that part that, without a doubt, proved she was female underneath the bulky layers she was wearing. When the hand found the gentle rise of her right breast and grasped it gently, Sam instinctively threw her head back to let out a throaty moan.
She couldn't control her outburst as her head hit the low overhang.
"Ow!" she exclaimed as she rubbed the back of her head. Sam muttered a few choice curses about the bathroom's design then told herself that getting freaky in close quarters with a Jaffa probably wasn't the best way to deal with her problem. "Teal'c," she sighed, "I don't think this is going to work. I appreciate the effort though."
Teal'c was undaunted. "I did not think the Tau'ri would be so limited in their imagination," he said huskily.
"I don't see how we-" Sam's words dissolved into nothingness as the Jaffa's lips recaptured her own, and he began to show her just how unlimited his imagination was.
With his lips still locked upon hers, Sam felt his hands slip around her waist even through the bulk of her parka. His grip tightened and she reflexively grabbed his shoulders as he picked her up and set her on the narrow counter that housed the sink. He pushed her parka open and applied his nimble fingers to the zipper of the light jacket she wore underneath it.
"Teal'c," She gasped, breaking the kiss as his fingers found and started loosening her belt. "We shouldn't..."
He leaned back a bit and quirked his eyebrow with a small smile on his face. "Why should we not?" he asked, his breathing deep and even, nothing like hers which unknown to her, was fast and gasping, making her breasts rise and fall in an extremely enticing manner.
"Well..." Sam frowned, trying to think around the sensations swirling in her brain.
"Are you mated or betrothed?" He asked, stroking her cheek.
She shook her head, feeling the calluses on his palm against her cheek. "No. You know..."
"Do you prefer females?" He caressed her ear lobe making her shiver.
"NO! Teal'c..." Sam gasped, placing her palms against his chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart and the warmth he radiated even through the coat.
"We are two consenting, unmated adults. I desire this. You desire this," he said, sliding his hand down between her legs and smiling as she jerked in reaction to the unexpected touch. "And it would be for the good of the mission," he continued, removing his left hand from her ear and slipping it under her shirt to caress her breast through the t-shirt. He smiled more at the feel of her nipple hardening under his gentle pressure.
He stepped closer and she lowered her head, peering between her arms and stared at the rather impressive bulge below his belt. Wow. Ok, so all that gossip she'd overheard...they hadn't been exaggerating. She shouldn't do this. He was her teammate, her friend, and a comrade in arms...literally at the moment. It would only complicate things. What if...she lost her objectivity, hell what if the others found out? She would never hear the end of it...ever.
At that moment his hand pressed into her groin again, his fingers caressing and tickling her through the layers of cloth. She felt her body respond, a heavy pleasant warmth began to fill her belly. A feeling she hadn't had in far, far too long.
What the hell? If the guys could screw aliens on a mission then so could she. It was only fair. Who the hell did they think she was anyway, Doris Day with a gun?
She raised her hands from his chest and instead wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. "That had better not be a gun in your pocket Teal'c because we only have twenty minutes," she said throatily, keeping her left hand around his neck and lowering her right hand to his belt. With a dexterity aided by impatience she pulled the web belt out of its buckle and undid his button and fly. Her hand ducked into his pants, eager to see if that bulge was as impressive in person as it was through the layers of clothing.
Sam felt a hot, pulsing warmth as her hand grasped the smooth hardness of him in her hand. She freed his straining erection with deliberate speed, her mind ticking off just how long they had left. When she got a good look at what she had just liberated, Sam sucked in her breath so hard she almost choked.
Saying he was 'packing' would have been an understatement.
She swallowed hard, not able to look him in the face at the moment. "Um, are all Jaffa this...big?" She felt stupid for asking but she just had to know.
Sam stole another look at the more than impressive member lying in her hand. This part of him was darker than the rest of his body. Sam found it interesting he was circumcised though she could not figure why she thought he would not be.
Teal'c smiled widely at her. "Compared to human males, we are indeed. We are bred to serve in all capacities," he said, groaning a bit as her fingers stroked the tip of him. His voice became lower and more urgent. "Especially in this one."
An unexpected shiver of fear surged through her. What if she couldn't take him? She definitely wasn't a virgin but this was a Jaffa she was about to screw. Compared to humans he was downright huge. God forbid if she got off this plane and couldn't walk straight.
"Something still worries you?" he asked, slipping his right hand down the front of her panties.
His middle finger wandered its way into the folds of her sex, quickly finding her pleasure center. Sam cried out wordlessly as he slowly worked it back and forth across her clitoris, the digital action causing her to become wet as if a faucet had been turned on between her legs. When Teal'c slipped a finger inside of her, pushing it in and out to mimic what would be forthcoming, Sam bit back the urge to scream in response.
She fought to speak through the waves of pleasure that shot through her body. One hand gripped his left shoulder hard while the other hand helped to balance her body on the sink. She knew she wanted him inside of her desperately, and her body had positioned herself for it before she even knew what was going on.
But something still worried her and she could not help but voice it.
"Teal'c," she panted. "What if I can't take, I mean, what if you don't fit? I..."
"We have precious little time Major Carter," he gently reminded her as he removed his finger. He put a hand between her legs and pushed her pants down to her ankles. "Do not worry yourself. Jaffa have been mating with human females for countless generations. I will not injure you."
"I know but..."
His voice became thick with desire. "Enjoy what I can do for you," he whispered.
He silenced her by capturing his lips with her own, her protests fading out as he kissed her deeply. Sam wrapped both arms around his thick neck, moaning into his right shoulder as his hands grasped her hips and he pressed the tip of his manhood against her. Due to the small space they were crammed into it seemed each time he pressed forward he couldn't quite enter her. Of course, the intermittent turbulence that rocked the plane wasn't helping matters. The feeling to call the whole thing off again crept into the back recesses of her mind but she pushed it away. Teal'c was right-she needed this, she wanted this, and her body had damn well comply in this broom closet the United States Air Force had the nerve to call a bathroom.
One of his large hands raised her left thigh up slightly. Sam wasn't sure what good this would do but when she felt a hot, throbbing hardness slowly invade her body; her blue eyes grew wide with surprise.
"Oh God," she whispered sharply, biting back the urge to cry out as he stretched and filled her.
There was no pain, only the feeling of fullness. Her hand dropped down to feel how far in he was. When she felt he had only gone in part of the way, she wondered just how she'd be able to get the rest of him inside of her. It was too late to turn back now. Her hips bucked against him urgently, sending the signal that she was ready for him to fill her completely. Teal'c got the message and slid all the way home, groaning softly as he did so. The devilish smile on his face said he was still in control, though Sam knew she definitely was not.
He began to thrust slowly; his eyes still intent on hers. It was almost a battle of wills to see who would close their eyes first, a battle Sam immediately lost. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her mind concentrated on the intense pleasure being given by the Jaffa who filled her like no human ever did or possibly could.
Words that were not in English floated from Teal'c's lips into Sam's ear's. Though she could not translate it, the words sounded sexy as hell, making her body respond likewise. The warm, tingling sensation that she could not put into words washed over her in small waves. The waves were becoming larger in frequency and intensity as he repeatedly thrust up into her.
In the mirror over the bathroom door, she was struck by the sight of Teal'c thrusting up between her thighs. Even in clothes Sam thought Teal'c had the perfect ass. But now that his pants had drifted down to his ankles, his ass was in plain view and looked as if it could literally crack walnuts. Her left hand drifted down and clasped one of the cheeks, her throat letting out a soft sigh as she felt the firm yet pliable flesh. Teal'c responded by gently biting her neck. Sam giggled inside when she realized it was a good thing she would be all covered up in cold weather gear. She didn't want to explain to Jack and Daniel how she'd left the SGC without a hickey, but managed to get one before they landed.
Sam swore softly in time to each thrust he made, her words making a strange chorus to the grunts of the Jaffa between her legs. She no longer saw the desert, nor the painful memories it conjured up. All she could see was a haze of color behind her eyelids that would burst into brilliance when Teal'c broke her through that ultimate threshold of pleasure.
Teal'c pressed his left hand against the small of her back, braced his right hand against the wall next to the sink, and resumed thrusting inside of her with a faster, more deliberate pace. This change in position put more direct pressure on her clitoris, the intense sensation causing her to bite into his shoulder reflexively.
"This pleases you?" he panted.
"You know it does," she growled.
Sam knew Teal'c was taking the most direct route towards providing her with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She could feel it coming, feel her insides repeatedly grasping his massive shaft that repeatedly drove inside of her like a piston.
//Almost there, Teal'c// she thought, her eyelids squeezing shut and her ears tuning in the heavy grunts and groans coming from her Jaffa lover. //Oh God, oh shit, he's about to make me...//
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Teal'c saw Sam's eyes pop open as the voice broke through the pleasure haze he'd worked so hard to build. Her arms flew to his chest and she laid her palms against his impressive pectorals in alarm.
"Sam? You in there?" They heard Daniel ask as the latch in the door jiggled a bit.
Teal'c met her panicked gaze and swiftly brought one hand up to cover her mouth. She brought her right hand up and grasped his wrist. He shook his head slowly and stuck his finger in her mouth to silence her as he gave another rock of his hips. With a barely audible moan she sucked on his finger, swirling her tongue around the appendage, tasting herself on his skin.
"She is not Daniel Jackson," Teal'c replied, rocking his hips again, taking pleasure in the slight bit of pain as her teeth nipped his skin.
"Teal'c. You ok?" his friend asked, the concern in his voice audible even through the thin door.
"I am well Daniel Jackson."
He brought his other hand up and slid it under her shirt, flicking his fingertips across her nipple, which pebbled under his touch. He tweaked and pinched it causing her to moan again as he thrust into her a bit deeper this time.
"Aah...Ok. Umm....Jack wanted me to tell you we're going to be at the landing strip in a couple of minutes," Daniel said, his voice still puzzled.
"Thank you. I will be finished before that time," Teal'c answered, meeting his lover's gaze. He saw her smile at the frustration in his eyes. If the archaeologist did not leave them alone he was going to throw him out of the plane. "Perhaps Major Carter is in the cockpit," he said frowning as Sam choked at his inadvertent pun.
"Ooh. Right."
He heard Daniel leave and he removed his hand from Sam's mouth, his finger making a popping sound as it broke the suction.
"Finish it," she demanded, her hands dropping down to clutch as his ass, her fingers digging into the hot flesh. She cursed the clothing she still had bunched around her ankles. Right now she wanted nothing more than to pull him into her with every bit of strength she possessed. At that moment she vowed if he didn't fulfill his pledge she would kill him.
He abandoned her breasts and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her to him and ramming into her as deeply and as swiftly as he could. She was not the only one who needed this. Throughout most of his adult life he had had either Apophis' harem or Drey'auc available to him at any time. His years at the SGC had been the most celibate ones he'd had since he grew his first beard.
Mindful of being heard their lips met, their mouths swallowing the other's soft cries and grunts as their tongues dueled. Her breath mingling with his he felt her heartbeat quicken and her body begin its last rush to fulfillment. At the last moment he brought his hand forward and slipped it between her legs, caressing her clitoris as his last thrust brought her over the edge. She gave a small cry and her fingernails dug into his ass, scoring the skin. Teal'c felt his toes curl in his heavy boots, his release just seconds away as he kept thrusting, his strength lifting her a bit as he plunged over the precipice.
They broke the kiss and collapsed against each other, each gasping for breath. He braced his hands against the counter as her muscles milked the last of his essence.
"Holy Hannah," she gasped, her head dropping to rest against his shoulder.
"Chel nok," he replied, kissing her neck gently. "We have little time," he said regretfully, slowly pulling out from her.
She looked down as his flaccid member, glistening in the harsh light with hers and his juices. He reached for a small hand towel to clean himself. "Here," she said, holding out her hand. He handed her the towel and she gently wiped his member clean. He then folded the towel over, remoistened it and returned the favor.
He pulled up his pants then helped her off the counter while she set her clothing straight as well. "Do you feel better?" He asked, looking in her eyes for regret he was afraid he would see.
"Oh yeah," she said with a smile. He knew she sincerely meant it. "Why the hell didn't we do this sooner?" she asked, her mind still beautifully foggy with endorphins.
"How do you know we did not?" he asked with a smile, remembering one of the time loops. She stared at him, doing a passable impression of one of Daniel Jackson's fish.
They both felt the plane jolt a bit as they started their descent. Realizing their time was up she reached for the lock and slid it open. "When we get back you are going to explain that," she threatened her finger poking playfully in his chest.
"Or?" he asked an amused smile on his face.
"Or your staff weapon is never going to come out to play again," she said, swatting him on his ass as she opened the door and walked out.
Chuckling to himself he watched her walk away, her hands reaching out from time to time to steady herself as the plane pitched. She sat down next to Doctor Markov, and across from Daniel Jackson and Colonel O'Neill, a picture perfect image of a calm, professional Air Force Major.
His Air Force Major.
~Fin~