I.
Daniel was talking and I hadn't been really paying attention until he said, "Well think about it, I mean if you know in advance that everything is always going to go back to the way it was thenŠyou could do anything for as long as you want without having to worry about the consequences."
I looked at Teal'c. He looked at me. I stood up.
I could do anything...
"Excuse me," I said, and dashed out of the room. Teal'c was right on my heels. I smiled to myself. So the old boy was a hedonist, after all.
I started small. I took up pottery. I took up golf. I guess I was testing Fate. We couldn't really do anything, could we? For each thing I got away with, I escalated. I pushed the envelope. I was pretty good at that. I was hitting golf balls into the Stargate, wondering if I was conking Jaffa on the head on the other side, when I realized that I was truly outside the bounds of the universe.
God wasn't watching. Hell, how could he? I was outside of time. Outside of space. I was the only one existed among these cardboard cutouts who kept repeating the same gestures and the same day without any awareness. Drones.
I had awareness.
I was awake.
And, well, so was Teal'c. He had his own thing. I set my sights on what I had always wanted. Convention, rules, respect, hell, maybe even my own morality, had kept me from her. I could have her, now.
No consequences.
Sam smiled at me every morning at breakfast. She looked at me with those innocent, beautiful eyes. She wore her hair just right, long so it brushed her shoulders. Her long hair softened her up a bit--but not enough. She went from butch soldier to tomboy scientist. Still unattainable.
She didn't think I was as smart as her. I just had other interests. This time, I had the advantage. I'd even read her fucking memo. Six times, until I understood it.
I left her at breakfast and began to plan. I was still unsure. Screwing with Hammond was one thing, but screwing with Sam? A whole 'nother universe. Part of me felt that she actually controlled the universe. What could she do to me? So I started small.
Exactly 60 seconds before the universe reset, I walked into the gateroom. I'd dressed up in Eminem gear, for the confidence, yo. Who was I kidding? I'd dressed up to feel young. At 50, that was getting harder and harder to do.
If I could even get it up for Sam.
Probably not best to dwell on that thought right now.
I focused on the lyrics, and the tap of my sneakers on concrete as I walked toward Hammond. ~Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns... Never was a gangster until I graduated to one...~
General Hammond's eyes widened when he saw me. I relished his outrage.
"Colonel, what are you doing out of uniform?"
His annoyance, a calculated response, boosted me. I casually looked at my watch, and then glanced up at him. "Handing you my resignation," I said, handing over my paper.
Carter stood up. Another calculated response. I inwardly smirked.
"Resigning, what for?" She asked me.
She knew what for.
"So I can doŠ" Was it time? I checked my watch. Time to tempt the Fates. Time to bait Sam. "...this." I seized Carter and kissed her.
She kissed me back.
That's all I could remember, as the light flashed and my world ended. I couldn't remember her scent, or the taste of her lips, or the texture of her tongue. I could only remember her yielding in my arms.
~I'm a soldier.~
I ignored my fruit loops. I basked in the moment, though it had happened in another universe. A universe that had been obliterated. Only I carried it with me. Well, and Teal'c. But he didn't know what I had done.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked me, a bemused expression on her face.
I was smiling back. "Nothing."
Time to escalate.
II.
We were kissing in her lab. I held her face in my hands. I concentrated on her this time. Her taste, her scent, her touch filled me. My tongue thrust into her mouth. I stroked her hair. My whole universe was Sam. My whole universe for four years had been Sam. The flash of light, the lightning strike I expected, hadn't come early. I was free to press my lips against Sam Carter's, to tug her bottom lip into my mouth, to graze it with my teeth.
I didn't have trouble learning her lips and her skin and her touch this time, because she wasn't kissing me back. She was pushing at my shoulders. "Sir." She mumbled against my lips. I licked at her words and sought her tongue.
"Sir!" She shifted tactics, yanking her head back. "What about the time loop?"
"It gives me time...to do this," I said, leaning forward, kissing her throat.
"Sir..." She arched into my touch, resting her cheek against my head. I nuzzled at her neck. "We can't. We have to stop the loop from happening again."
"Why?" I mumbled against her skin. I could taste the salt of her sweat and just a touch of fear.
"You may go on, sir. But what happens to me?" She shoved me back. In my position, she had the strength advantage, and I was forced to sit back and look at her. Her large eyes were round with concern. "Sir, you're not yourself." Her face was flushed. "You may go on, but what happens to me?"
"You'll be there, Carter." I reached out and touched her cheek. "You're always there, waiting for me."
"That's not me."
"It's you." I traced her jaw with my finger. I watched her shiver. She sighed. I held her face and kissed her again. She allowed the touch for a moment, opening her mouth to me. Her tongue met mine. She was so warm, my Sam. So yielding. So perfect.
She grew cold again and pushed me back. "Sir, the science--"
"Fuck the science!" I reached out for her, struck her across the face.
Her eyes widened, again. Genuine fear, this time. She lifted a hand to her cheek, touching the quickly fading red mark left by my hand.
"Can't we just have the moment?" I asked.
"The moment ends, sir." Her voice was cold.
But the moment would never end for me. Even as the flash of light came, to reset the game, to give me another chance at starting over with Sam, I felt the sting in my hand. I carried the memory with me to the next world. I had kissed Sam. I had marked her.
She was mine.
III.
I was growing impatient. Convince the SGC I wasn't crazy. Explain the science. Learn Latin. Seduce Carter. These things took too long in my seven-hour window. I had to bend the universe. I could ignore it when I was by myself. Just grab my golf clubs and go, but Sam was more stubborn. Sam needed convincing. She was a whole person, flesh and blood and that damned quirky mind, who needed to understand the universe before she would fuck with it.
I was weary of explaining.
I had cornered Carter in her quarters. I'd convinced her of all the bullshit. I was hard. I was ready. She wasn't.
She had backed into a corner. I couldn't get close to her. Every time I lunged, she blocked me. I finally threw my full body weight at her, and we tussled. She pulled my hair. I grabbed her ass. She tried to knee me in the groin, but I'd learned how to dodge that in Combat 101. I body-checked her. She elbowed me in the ribs.
My cock was hard, and the repeated brushing and pressing against her hips and ass only aroused me more. Her struggles only encouraged me. Fighting with her, was, well, fun.
Except that she was winning. Advanced Level 3. She'd creamed a Mongolian warlord. I was no match. I was pinned underneath her on the floor. Her thighs were on either side of my waist. Her hands held mine above my head.
I felt this was a very good position to be in at the moment. I thrust my hips against hers enticingly. Letting her feel my cock. The size of it, the heat, the need.
"Sir," she whimpered. Despite being on top, she had fear in her eyes. She was panting with the exertion of holding me in place. Her face was flushed red, and her hair was tousled and wild. Carter was an animal.
Had I turned her into one?
Go, me.
"Kiss me, Carter," I requested, squirming underneath her.
She slapped me across the face. I felt her nails dig into my skin. The pain was exquisite. I felt the warmth of blood against my cheek.
"Kiss me again."
But all I saw was a flash of light.
I had waited too long.
IV.
I escaped from breakfast without explanation. I went to the armory and grabbed a zat, and then headed to Sam's lab. I knew she would swing by after breakfast to gather her PowerPoint presentation for the meeting.
The zat was casually holstered on my thigh. My arms were folded, and I was smiling when she walked into the room.
"Colonel!" She exhaled. "What are you doing here?"
"I got a present for Cassandra. It's in my quarters. Can I show it to you?" I was smooth.
She tilted her head. "The meeting--"
"I read the memo."
She blinked.
I quoted from it.
She blinked again, and followed me out the door. "Do that again."
I quoted a different section.
"Sir? Are you ill?"
"No, Carter." I sighed, playing the role of put-upon leader. "Don't you want to see the present?" We were approaching my quarters. With each step I became more aroused. Anticipation made my mouth water. If she glanced down, she would see it, tenting from my pants, blocking the view of my zat.
She wouldn't look down, though. She was staring at my head. My right ear, to be precise, trying to get inside my head, to figure me out.
We were beyond science and space, now. I had the advantage.
My cheek held the phantom ache of her smack.
"You didn't get her an Xbox, did you?" She was saying as I slid my key card through the lock.
I grinned. "Eminem CDs. Unedited."
"Sir."
I locked the door behind me. She looked around my quarters. The bed was made, and no package sat on top of it. The desk, similarly clear, save my collection of flags, a few pens, and the damned memo. The walls were adorned with pictures of space.
Carter turned around. "Sir, where--" She saw my eyes, and stopped, her mouth open.
I stepped forward, closing the space between us, and kissed her open mouth. I gathered her in my arms, urging her to give herself to me.
She wriggled away, stepping back. Creating distance between us again.
"Goddamnit, Carter," I said aloud. Why wouldn't she give herself to me? "I love you, Carter." I inhaled. "Sam."
She sighed. "This is the wrong moment."
"This is the only moment we have."
Her eyes widened. "I don't understa--"
I unholstered my zat and shot her.
She crumpled to the ground, still conscious, but paralyzed and twitching. I toed her legs apart with my foot. I unbuttoned my pants. I pulled out my cock, throbbing and hard in my fist. I jerked myself, standing over Sam. She was moaning. The sounds could almost be moans of passion.
I shoved my pants to my thighs and knelt over Sam. My hands went to her fly. She was squirming now, as the effects of the zat wore off. I unbuttoned her trousers. Her mouth formed words of protest, but no sound came out, as I slid back, yanking the cloth off her legs. Her pants bunched at her ankles. I wasn't going to bother with her boots, not with the scent and sight of her so close I was about to erupt.
I pushed her legs apart, forcing her knees to bend so I had room to maneuver.
She was crying, but if I closed my eyes, her moans sounded like love. She was still beautiful. I cupped her between her legs, feeling her blond curls against the palm of my hand. My fingers dipped inside her. She was dry. Effect of the zat?
I spit on my hand and then lowered it again. Next time, I would bring lotion. Next time, next time... My cock throbbed. I pushed myself into her. Carter was not a virgin, I discovered. "You little slut."
Carter screamed. The first real sound she had made since denying me. I clamped my hand over her mouth. She was tight around me, squeezing me. Inside her, the universe felt right. The perfect moment.
My free hand moved to squeeze her breasts through her black tee shirt. That wasn't enough. I slipped my hand underneath her shirt, while I thrust into her. I was grunting with the effort against her limp body. I was growing and swelling inside her. I touched her bare breast. Her skin was soft, surprisingly feminine and pliable. I pressed into the tissue with my fingers, and brushed her nipple. I smiled when it hardened against my fingertips, and I opened my eyes.
She was looking up at me, her face full of pain and vulnerability. She couldn't stop me from touching her breast. She couldn't stop me from possessing her. Remembering how all this had started, I slapped her across the face. She cried out.
I relished the sound as I erupted. I came inside her. A lifetime of expectations was fulfilled, and I moaned shamelessly.
Sam whimpered as I climbed off of her. I pulled up my pants. She still twitched from the zat blast. The involuntary movements had enticed my cock. I glanced at my watch. I still had four hours.
I had the presence of mind to bind her and gag her, so that she would be ready when I recovered. I sat on the bed and looked at her, crouching against the table. Her ass, white from its life inside her trousers, was now exposed to me. That would be the next piece of Carter I would take.
* * *
I knelt behind Carter. I held her asscheeks, hot and pink to my touch from spanking, open as I rimmed her. My tongue circled that dark ring of muscle. I pushed at it, half-penetrating her, laughing as she squirmed against me. I knew my tongue was arousing her, I could smell it. I sniffed at her crotch like a dog, nosing her, before drawing away.
I sat on my haunches and admired her, exposed and red. I could see my saliva glistening in her crack. I squirted lotion onto my right hand and touched her ass again. She jumped, the coolness of the lotion already stinging her. I leaned forward and bit her ass as I prodded at her asshole. I pushed one slippery finger inside of her. She groaned around the gag.
My earlier orgasm had calmed us both. She was more docile under my touches, even as I penetrated her anus. I was more content to take my time. I was gentle.
I was naked. I had all the time in this universe, and I knew that when I reappeared in the next I would be clothed again. My stomach churned at the thought of fruit loops. I concentrated on the meal before me, tracing my tongue down the back of Sam's thighs. I worked a second finger inside her. Carter was resisting, I'm sure that made the process painful.
"Relax, Carter," I whispered. "Relax. This is going to happen whether you want it or not."
She whimpered. I took pity on her and moved my head between her legs again. My tongue found her clitoris, swollen and sweet. I lapped at her and slid my fingers in and out of her and almost forgot my true goal.
It was her begging me to stop that reminded me. "Sir!" had become "Colonel" and now she was pleading, "Jack." I stood up, drawing her up with me, throwing her down onto the table. Her hands, tied to a table leg, were pinned under her and she yelped with pain.
I stroked myself to hardness, looking at her brutalized bottom. Bruises were already forming, dark and angry, around her asshole. I applied lotion liberally to my cock. I held her hips, and entered her, slowly pushing, until just the head of my cock was squeezed exquisitely by her anus.
"I want you," I whispered. I thrust deeper. I listened to her cries and felt her struggles. She was squirming underneath me, trying to crawl off of my cock, but I was moving with her. Her vagina had been tight enough, her anus held me even tighter. I groaned with pleasure, throwing my head back, thrusting my hips forward.
When I came, spilling myself inside her anus, it was much more forceful than my first orgasm with Carter. That had happened too quickly, this time, I'd taken my time, and it had been worh it. I pulled out slowly, regretting the pain it caused her.
I knelt. The rim of her anus was torn, and little spots of blood showed themselves along with my come. I kissed her there. The metallic taste of blood mixed with the saltiness of my seed. When the stinging wetness of my tongue against her wounds became too much and she was gasping and jerking with every touch, I stood.
"Wanna go again?" I asked.
She was silent. Her face was pressed against the table.
"Aw, come on, Carter."
The world flashed. My last thought in that universe was that I was sorry to leave Carter there, bound to a table, naked, and alone.
V.
I arrived at breakfast, filled with the memories of fucking Sam, still with the taste of blood in my mouth, but completely refreshed. My body was now seven hours younger, and very much vibrant. I was already stiffening in my pants, even as I turned my spoon over and watched the soggy fruit loops fall back into the bowl.
Sam was watching me. God, she haunted me even more, now that I had tasted her, now that I had had her. I wasn't sated at all. I needed her again. I ached for her. I itched for her.
"I'm sorry, but that just happens to be how I feel about it. What do you think?" Daniel was addressing me.
I turned toward him. "I'm in love with Carter," I said.
Daniel blinked.
Carter stared.
I stood. "And I want her right now." The bulge in my trousers was obvious to all. I unbuttoned myself and drew my penis out. I looked hard at Carter. She was doing her best not to look at me.
I reached across the table and grabbed her hair. "Now, Carter!"
She grabbed my wrist and yanked, trying to free herself. Daniel stood in shock.
"Airman!" Sam called. "Arrest him!"
"I give the orders around here!" I said, but guns were already being leveled at my head. I sighed, and released Carter, and spent the next seven hours in the brig. It was an eternity. Next time, I'd bring my own gun.
VI.
We were in the lab. I didn't care who walked in. I pressed my service revolver to her temple as she sucked me off. She was silent, but agreeable. I guess a gun has a lot more power than my word.
VII.
I was in the gateroom, surrounded by airmen with rifles pointed at me. I'd fired my revolver in order to show Carter I meant business, and she'd called in the cavalry.
"You'll have to shoot me!" I pointed my gun at Carter.
Hammond lowered is hand. I felt the bullets tear through my body before I heard the weapons discharge.
VIII.
Sam was pressed face-first against the wall of her lab. I had her arm twisted behind her back. Amazing how such a simple manuver could provide one with so much control over another. If I simply held her arm, she didn't feel anything. If she struggled, there was excruciating pain.
So she stood still, her pants down, her cheek against concrete, as I penetrated her ass. I wallowed in remembered feeling. I cherished being inside Carter again.
I couldn't get off, though. I couldn't even work myself to full hardness. I had died in the last world, and it had been, well, exciting. Not being dead, which I didn't remember at all, not even the nothingness of dreaming. But dying... that had been an experience.
My body had convulsed, struggled of it's own accord for life, desperate for one more second of sound and light. The darkness had closed around me even as I'd fought, screaming against the night. I had felt powerless and strong at the same time. Each second I breathed was a victory.
The moment had been more exciting than the moments inside Carter, and she could no longer stimulate me the way I needed.
Unless...
I wrapped my hands around her neck.
She squeaked in surprise, and, arm free, tried to force me off of her. I'd been learning her tactics, though, and I was too strong for her this time. I squeezed throat. She struggled, not against me, but for life. I hardened inside her. I laughed.
I clenched her harder. She began to weaken, sagging against the wall. I fucked her to the music of her choking sounds, feeling her hot tears dripping on my hands.
It wasn't enough. I still couldn't come. I would have to kill her, so she could truly experience the pleasure of dying. I wanted to share it with her. None of this fake crap.
She passed out. I rutted her harder, holding her against the wall. How long it took me, I wasn't sure, but she was dead before my orgasm.
IX.
What was left?
"I'm sorry, but that just happens to be how I feel about it. What do you think?"
I looked at Daniel, who was earnestly searching my face.
I looked at Carter, who looked blankly at me.
I leaned back in my chair, finally sated. I exhaled through my nose. "I think I'm bored," I replied. "I'm going to find Teal'c."
I left them, and experienced a slight twinge of pleasure seeing their hurt, confused faces.
* * *
"Yo, T." I found him in a corridor standing over the corpse of an airman.
Teal'c studied me. "Are you done with Major Carter."
"I think so." I shoved my hands into my pockets. "What's next?"
THE END