| Title: Fire and Ice Author: Nicky Chevalier Email: [email protected] Category: S/J Spoilers: Mild ones for 'Solitudes', otherwise none. Season/Sequel info: Anytime after Solitudes, and before Meridian. Rating: NC-17. Archive: Anywhere, just let me know. Content Warnings: Well, there's sex, sex, sex, and, oh, did I mention the sex? Summary: After escaping from captors on an alien planet, Jack & Sam find themselves stuck in a tiny cabin in the middle of a blizzard. But the storm raging inside is anything but cold. Disclaimer: I have a funny feeling that you guys already know this, but in the interests of not getting sued, I should probably mention that I don't own these characters. They're owned by MGM, Showtime, Gekko, Double Secret Productions, and, I like to think, the actors who portray them. Did I miss anyone? Author's notes: On a plot scale of 1-100, this fic ranks somewhere in the vicinity of 0. Do I want you to read it anyway? Hell yes. Do I want feedback? You bet your ass I do. *g* *** Jack O'Neill slammed the wooden door closed and shook the snow from his hair. "Well." He looked to his 2IC. "This is cosy." Shivering violently against the cold, he took in his surroundings. It was the smallest cabin the Colonel had ever seen. More than half of the space was taken up by a tiny single bed. A miniature gas stove and a roughly assembled wooden chair were the only other objects in the room, and there was virtually no floor space. "At least we're out of the snow," he shrugged. Sam nodded. "I wonder where those guys were taking us?" Jack shrugged again. "Well they're not taking us anywhere now. You know, this whole 'aliens trying to sacrifice us to their gods' thing is really starting to get old." Sam smiled, fiddling with her battered radio. "You got any idea where we are?" he went on. She looked up. "None, sir. I was unconcious, remember?" He nodded. "Okay, well, I guess we wait until the others come find us." Sam raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Sir, I don't think anyone's going to find anything in this blizzard." "Carter, this is Danny. The words 'give up' aren't in his vocabulary. How are we on rations?" She put down the radio and rummaged through their packs. "We've got food for a couple of days, not a lot of water but we can melt the snow, and thermal blankets. Hopefully that stove works, we can use it to heat the food, and we've both got a change of clothes." "Well," he replied, moving past her to test the stove, "we should be okay for a while." She nodded reverently. "Yes sir, but the temperature on this part of the planet drops dramatically during the night, and if that thing works we should conserve the gas. We'll have to make do with the thermal blankets, and..." she hesitated. "Body heat." He finished the sentence for her. "Yes Sir." Her eyes caught his for a second, then darted quickly away as the silence dragged out. "Stove works." He declared, and he set about heating up their tasteless dinner. It was after midnight when they finally lapsed into silence. Not that they'd been talking about anything in particular, they were both simply stalling, and they knew it. The quiet seemed to drag on for a ridiculously long time, Jack sending occasional surreptitious glances towards the tiny wooden bed where she sat, while she skillfully avoided looking at him, the bed, or indeed anything but her irrepairable radio. It was Jack who eventually spoke first. "Okay, look." He got up as if to pace the room, then, realising there wasn't enough space, sat back down again. "We already *know* how we feel about each other, and we do have to sleep tonight. In that bed. Together. So what do you say we stop avoiding the issue and start figuring out how we're going to do this?" He returned his gaze to the floor. His tirade clearly over, Sam nodded mutely, wondering if he could actually hear her heart beating ten thousand miles an hour in her chest. He stood up again, fiddling with a flashlight as he spoke. "You know, it's not like we've never been in close quarters before. There was that whole thing with the second gate in Antarctica..." She shook her head, interrupting him. "That was different; you had two cracked ribs and a broken leg. And besides, I don't care what you say, that was *not* your sidearm." He had to admit, she did have a point. "Carter, you're not helping here." "Sorry." She returned her gaze to the radio and he went back to staring at the floor. She wasn't sure if it was the cold or the exhaustion that eventually got to her, but finally she put aside the offending object and looked over at her CO. "Look, Sir, we're both adults, and we're both professionals. Let's just go to sleep." He hesitated a second and then nodded, draping his thermal blanket over hers as he joined her on the bed. It proved to be even smaller than it looked, and she couldn't help but notice the small sigh that escaped his lips as she lay draped comfortably over his chest. "Is this okay?" She asked softly, her hair tickling his chin. "No comment." He replied huskily. Closing her eyes, she willed sleep to claim her. Jack woke around 4am, momentarily confused as he took in his surroundings. Finding the cause of his interrupted slumber, he quietly reached over and scooped his thermal blanket off the floor, wrapping it as tightly as he could around the shivering Major in his arms. He tightened his hold on her, and she snuggled sleepily into his warmth before opening her eyes. She blinked back her momentary confusion and looked up at him with a sleep clouded gaze. "Sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you. You were shivering." He stroked her hair comfortingly, and she drifted back into her dream filled sleep. It was warmer when next she woke, though she couldn't quite bring herself to leave Jack's arms just yet. The blizzard had eased, though she knew it would still be hours at the very least before anybody found them. Not that she really cared. She could quite happily stay where she was for days... Banishing the thought, she closed her eyes and tried to let the steady heartbeat in her ear lull her back into slumber, but it wouldn't come. "Sam..." Jack shifted slightly in his sleep, her name falling from his lips in a soft murmur. She looked up, about to answer him when she realised he wasn't awake yet. He was dreaming. About her. Unconciously running a hand over the hard muscles of his chest, she wondered what he was seeing. She sighed, burying her face in his neck and wishing she could stay there forever. He woke slowly, his arms holding her tightly as though he was wondering when she was going to disappear. Her head still buried in his neck, he reached up to tangle a hand in her hair, surprised to hear her soft sigh. He hadn't realised she was awake. She stroked a hand down his side to his hip and back up to his chest, silently delighting in the answering shiver she felt from him. Oh, this was so wrong. His hand slid from her hair, down the back of her neck and down her spine, coming to rest in the small of her back. No, she ammended, this was so right. Taking him up on his silent challenge, she let her fingers wander inquisitively over him, sliding from his stomach, over his chest and shoulders, and down his arms. Countering, his hands moved up the smooth planes of her back, under her shirt, and back down to pull her against him, letting her feel his arousal. She moaned softly into his neck, pressing herself into him again as his cool hands moved over her. Grasping his shoulders, she pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to his neck, revelling in his soft groan as she moved her ministrations to his jaw, and finally, his mouth. Their lips brushed each other, just barely, and she gasped at the electric contact. Kissing him again, her hands tightened on his shoulders as he opened her mouth, slowly letting himself discover her taste, committing it to memory. Her hands moved under his shirt, her nails raking over his skin before she started work on the buttons. His kisses drove her to distraction, and she quickly became frustrated with the small obstactles, dragging her mouth from his just far enough to speak. "Remind me to get you a new shirt." "Why?" He asked distractedly, still revelling in the taste of her skin. "This one has a few buttons missing," she answered breathlessly, his lips having found a particularly sensitive area of skin beneath her ear. "It does?" "It does now," she answered as she ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying in every direction. He grinned, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as she pulled the shirt off him. Sitting up, he lowered her back to the bed, bringing his mouth back to hers as his hand moved across her shoulder, down her arm, and over her stomach. Slowly, deliberately teasing her with his pace, he moved up under her shirt until he found what he was looking for. "Mmmm," she moaned against his mouth as his hands teased her through the thin fabric of her bra. His lips moved over her neck as his hands pulled impatiently at her clothes, finally tugging the shirt down her arms and tossing it unceremoniously to the floor. "God, Jack," she breathed as his hands moved over her. She surrendered willingly to the flames as he set her entire body on fire. He paused then, his hands coming to rest at her waist. "Say it again." He spoke into her shoulder, his hot breath on her skin giving her shivers. Taking a second to understand his meaning, she finally grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Jack." She kissed his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as his tightened around her waist. "Jack," she repeated, moving to nip gently at his earlobe. She deliberately rubbed against him, just enough to elicit a low groan of arousal from somewhere deep in his throat. "Jack." Her lips trailed over the line of his jaw, and their mouths met hard, tongues dueling as they tore frantically at the remaining obstacles of clothing between them. Jack felt her shudder as his hands moved over her hips, pulling her tightly against him. His lips trailed a path down her neck, then lower to the valley between her breasts. He paused in his journey south to tease a nipple with his tongue, then continued on down over her stomach, finally coming to rest just short of where she wanted him. She squirmed in frustration as his breath teased her, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Finally he gave in and lowered his mouth to her, his tongue darting out to explore her folds as she conciously reminded herself to breath. Her fingers curled tightly around the blankets as the world shattered around her, and she lost all awareness of everything but the waves of ecstasy coursing through her as she exploded. Her breath was still coming in short gasps when he moved to lay over her again, and she kissed him forcefully, her fingernails raking over the smooth planes of his back. He groaned as she reached between them to grasp his hardness, guiding him into her welcoming heat. "Sam..." he breathed heavily, all other words lost to him as their bodies easily found the perfect rhythm. Soft cries and breathless moans filled the tiny room as they moved against each other, hands grasping desperately at sweat slicked skin as their lips met feircely. His name tumbled from her lips on a harsh cry as the tremors rocked through her again, his own cry muffled against her neck when he followed her over the edge. He collapsed onto her, his boneless weight pressing her into the bed. Her hands ran soothingly over his back as they fought to reclaim their breath, and he sat up, moving them so that she lay draped over him again, her head buried in his chest. His fingers toyed with a lock of her hair as they lay quietly, and as the silence dragged out Jack found himself starting to worry. "Sam?" He cursed the tremor in his voice, wondering if he could really handle hearing the word 'mistake' from her just then. "Hmmm," she answered, the idea of putting together whole sentences too much effort for her hormone riddled brain. She looked up at him then, and catching his look of anxiousness, gave him one of her own. "If you say this was a mistake Jack I swear to god I'll..." she trailed off, seeing his expression change to one of surprise. "What?" He raised an eyebrow at her, studying her gaze searchingly. "I thought that was what *you* were going to say." She looked at him in wonder, marvelling at how after everything they'd just done he could still doubt her feelings for him. Shaking her head at him, she leaned down to bring her lips softly to his, pausing in the action as she felt something small and flat dig in to the heel of her hand. Lifting it up to inspect it, she burst into giggles as she recognised one of the buttons from Jack's shirt. "Oh yeah, sorry about that," she told him, shivering against the cold as she left his arms to search for her clothes. "You know, I never really saw you as the impatient type," he teased, noting with a hint of satisfaction the slight blush that coloured her cheeks. Throwing his pants at his head, she regarded him indignantly. "Unless you want to look like that when the rescue team arrive," she countered, grinning, "I suggest you get dressed Jack." *** End. 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