Fic for Xmas - "Repeat If Necessary"

[kellifer]

Fic 'Repeat If Necessary'
Author: kellifer_fic
Webpage: Here
Pairing: Cam/Sam
Rating: Mature themes
Notes: The prompt - Did you ever notice the distinct lack of Sam/Cam fic out there?
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

Summary: The next morning they’d laughed nervously and decided that they would never try it again.

That resolve had lasted two months.



Life wasn’t a Harlequin romance.

The first time they’d had sex, it had been particularly bad. The old saying that sex was like pizza, even when it was bad it was still pretty good didn't hold true.

This didn’t even rate cold pizza in the morning good.

They’d just come off a weeklong battle trying to get home and were bruised, battered and emotionally ragged. It had seemed like a good idea when they started, both wrung out and needing to relieve some pent up tension.

Only a few minutes in and it had degenerated into multiple apologies and expletives.

“Ow…maybe I should-“

“Ow! No, that’s-“

“Maybe if I-“

“Ow! Christ, where’s-“

“Ungh!”

“Sorry, I forgot that was broken...”

They’d both ended up sleeping, at opposite ends of the bed, curled into themselves rather than each other. The next morning they’d laughed nervously and decided that they would never try it again.

That resolve had lasted two months.

~*~

The second time was much better.

Samantha Carter, despite the popular rumours, had never actually slept with anyone in her command before. She’d spent years fighting urges but she, like the rest of her team, had given more to the Stargate program than they probably could have afforded and still retained a semblance of the people they had once been.

She knew for a fact that it had irreversibly changed both Daniel and Teal’c.

The last time she had seen Cameron Mitchell; he’d been laid up in hospital, in traction and in and out of consciousness. She’d presented him with a medal but she wasn’t sure he even knew they were there. He’d spent twelve months in rehabilitation and she’d meant to visit but life had a habit of getting in the way of things she wanted.

He’d turned up to the SGC, all full of excitement and a yearning to be part of something bigger and had been disappointed to find that his dream job was merely a wisp of smoke that had passed through his fingers.

Sam could relate.

The first time Samantha Carter had seen Jack O’Neill; she knew she had wanted to break the rules.

The first time Samantha Carter saw Cameron Mitchell, she knew that she would.

~*~

It was his hands mostly.

Jack’s hands had always been far to fine for the work that he did. Despite the calluses, he had artisan’s hands. In a better world he wouldn’t have treated them so badly.

Cameron’s hands were different. The fingers were long and square edged, nails short and neat and while they were work roughened, it was a different kind. In the hallway outside the locker room, one of them had brushed the back of Sam’s neck as he left and she entered. It had been the barest of touches but it had spoken volumes.

Later that night, he’d turned up on her doorstep, bottle of whiskey in hand and his eyes hooded.

“It’s okay to tell me to leave,” he’d offered and she’d simply leaned forward, snagging a hand full of shirt in her fist and dragging him that last step over the threshold. He’d half-tripped over the raised sandstone step in her doorway and had reached out blindly to catch himself. His hands connecting with her body was all Sam had needed.

Sam pushed Cameron up against the hallway wall and pulled the last bit of his shirt that was tucked into his waistband free. He caught her hands when her fingers walked around his back and there was something painful in his eyes.

“You might not like it,” he said in a strange tone, unlike anything she’d ever heard before. His fingers loosened their grip and she continued her exploration, fingertips finding the raised and twisted flesh at the base of his spine. She watched his face the entire time, seeing the pain clear and something akin to pleasure surface.

She scratched nails over the scarring and was rewarded with a hitched moan.

“Can I ask-?” he started but halted when his eyes opened and he noticed that her expression had hardened.

“We never did,” she answered, knowing what his question was going to have been.

Sam leaned forward, almost of a height with Cameron, and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, worrying the soft flesh she captured with her teeth. He pulled free with a throaty chuckle and brought an arm around her waist, slightly lifting her until her feet came to rest on top of his own.

“What are you-?”

Cameron started walking forwards, effectively walking Sam back, towards her open bedroom door. She was carried with him, step for step and Sam couldn’t help but giggle.

~*~

They lay at a right angle, their legs tangled in the sheet and each other’s. They had lain like that for almost an hour afterward, neither speaking, both simply contemplating the ceiling.

“Wasn’t there a ‘never-again’ promise made?” Cameron asked.

Sam shifted her body so she could reach Cameron’s side with her fingers, tips trailing down his ribs. There was scarring there too that meant he was no longer ticklish. She walked her fingers upwards until there was a corresponding path of gooseflesh raised. “You say crazy things right after bad sex,” she half-shrugged, her motion hampered by her position.

“It wasn’t-“

“Cameron,” Sam sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, maybe it wasn’t particularly good. This was better.”

“Oh definitely. A marked improvement.” Sam raised an eyebrow when Cameron looked at her sharply. He grinned and threw a pillow at her when her hand came up and made a so-so gesture.

“If we keep improving this much each time, whew, I think after about the fourth time I’m going to be walking funny,”

Sam snorted. “I’ll be disappointed,” she protested mildly.

“What? Why?”

“I mean,” Sam rose up onto one elbow, both eyebrows now raised. “I’ll be disappointed if after the fourth time you can walk, at all.”