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Lie To Me

Summary : Sam tries to deal with the death of her best friend.
Rating : R
Pairing : Sam Carter / Jack O'Neill
Disclaimer : None of the characters are mine. If they were, they’d be naked a lot more often.

Dedication : All this sex is dedicated to Julia, who isn't getting any! Love you hon. Enjoy.

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Jack sat at home on his patio, sipping at a cold beer and trying to appreciate the weather. That afternoon, SG1 and the rest of the SGC had said their final goodbyes to Janet Frasier. General Hammond had given them all 48 hours leave and, assuming that there was no global threat, Jack intended to go nowhere near the base.

As he sat there, he noticed a familiar car driving towards him. As it pulled up in his driveway, Sam Carter got out. She was still trying to put on a brave face, but for anyone who knew her as well as Jack did, it was clear that she was taking Janet's death harder than the rest of them.

Jack knew that Sam and Janet had been close, with both of them very involved in the upbringing of Cassandra. The two of them had often spent time together when things were quiet on base. Jack recalled once walking in on the two of them when they had been discussing him. He had no idea what they had been saying, but from the knowing looks he received from Janet, he was not actually sure that he wanted to know.

"Um. Sir. I. Well, I……."

Jack interrupted her.

"I know. Wanna beer?"

Sam slowly smiled, instinctively knowing that this was the right place for her to have come. She couldn't face sitting at home by herself, remembering. She knew that Jack wouldn't mind her coming round. Somehow they always ended up at Jack's when there was a problem.

"That would be nice, Sir."

"Jack. We're off duty."

*

Four beers later and Sam was certainly feeling the effects. The scientist part of her brain told her exactly what was happening, but the bereaved friend part of her didn't care. Most people at the SGC knew that she and Janet were friends, but none of them, except possibly Daniel, knew that they were best friends. They spent every spare moment together. They knew of the rumours about the two of them, but they just didn't care.

Before she could stop herself, she started crying again. She'd done an awful lot of that during the last 24 hours, yet still had enough tears left in her for a fresh session.

They had moved indoors sometime during the last couple of drinks and were sitting next to each other on the sofa. Jack shuffled along to be closer to Sam and put his arm around her. She turned and clung to him, crying and praying to herself that the last few days had all been a bad dream.

"Shhhhhhhh. It's ok."

Jack was not always the most sensitive or the most emotional guy around, but he knew that right now all Sam needed was someone to hold her tight and lie to her. They both knew the truth was that nothing was ever going to be ok again, but for a while, at least, they could pretend.

Carefully twining his fingers through the soft hair at the nape of Sam's neck, Jack continued to whisper to her that everything was alright. That they would be fine. That he was there for her. That he loved her.

At this last comment, Sam looked up, her eyes red from the crying. His hand still on her neck, Jack pulled her towards him, bringing her swollen lips to meet his. Gently, he kissed her, hoping that somehow he could kiss away the pain in her heart. She responded and Jack found himself falling deeper into the kiss, parting his lips to taste the tip of her tongue in his mouth.

As they kissed, Sam closed her eyes, wanting to blot out her best friend's death. She brought her hands up to the front of Jack's chest, grabbing at the soft cotton of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. As they kissed, they fell back against the sofa until they were laying down with Sam holding Jack to her.

Neither of them thought of the consequences as their hands began exploring each other's bodies. Sam unbuttoned Jack's shirt, running her hands over his well-defined chest. She curled her fingers through the patch of hair, following it down towards his navel. She felt him gasp as she reached the waistband of his jeans. She paused and slowly stood up, unbuttoning her own blouse and letting it slip off her shoulders.

Feeling braver than she could possibly have done had she been sober, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Jack smiled at her and stood up to face her. With a hand on her cheek, he leant in for another kiss, relishing in the feeling of her bare breasts against his chest. Slowly, he brought his hand down to cup her breast, allowing his thumb to rub against the already hard nipple.

As Sam brought her hands up around Jack's neck and into his hair, Jack broke off the kiss and dropped his head to replace his thumb with his mouth. Sam, unable to remember the last time she had felt this good, groaned aloud, and Jack lifted his head to give her another smile. He reached for her hand and began leading her towards the bedroom.

When they made it to the bed, he eased her down onto the crisp white sheets and his fingers quickly unbuttoned her jeans. He slid them down, revealing the pale blue cotton panties that she was wearing. He could both smell and see that she was as turned on as he was. He quickly removed the panties and replaced them with his hand, slipping first one, then a second finger inside her.

"Jack." The moan was so quiet that he almost didn't hear her. He looked up and saw an expression of longing on her face. Slowly, he moved his fingers rhythmically inside her. Sam began rocking her hips in time with him, forcing his fingers deeper inside her. Within moments she cried out as she came.

Knowing that he couldn't last much longer himself, Jack swiftly removed his own jeans. Sam smiled when she realised that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

While Sam lay watching, still reeling from the strength of her first orgasm, Jack knelt on the edge of the bed and slowly made his way along the length of her body, until he was laying flat against her, propped up on his elbows. He brought his mouth down hard onto hers, unable to take it as slowly as he knew he should.

Breaking off the kiss, Sam whispered to him.

"Don't wait. Go fast. Slow next time."

"Anything you say, Major."