Many Happy Returns by LilFerret

Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis - Crossover
Summary: And that was how they’d arrived in this…oh so pleasurable situation. Not that he was complaining.
Rated: Adult/NC17
Categories: PWP, Femslash, Threesome
Characters/Ship: Elizabeth Weir/Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Spoilers: Atlantis - The Return Parts I and II
Warnings: Graphic sex, Language
Completed: Yes
Word count: 2,486
Published: 05/31/09
Prompt: Written for sams_ceara, who asked for Sam and Elizabeth, on a balcony in Atlantis…and then who thought it would be fun to have Jack catch them…!! Naughty…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


Here at Area 52...

Many Happy Returns

If someone had asked General Jack O’Neill, just ten minutes before, about the most memorable military experience he’d ever had, he’d have said earning his wings, hands down. But standing there on the balcony off the control room level of Atlantis, with Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter’s pink-glossed lips tight around his throbbing cock, and Dr. Elizabeth Weir’s tongue doing wicked things between the woman’s legs…yeah, that SO took the cake.

And anyone who knew Jack knew there should ALWAYS be cake.

It had all started so innocently. At least, it seemed that way in his mind and would read the same in his field report… After all, there was no way he’d have returned to the city without Carter. The last time had ended well, but might not have, and he’d been willing to take no chances.

His meetings with Woolsey and the other IOA suits had gone relatively painlessly, if you didn’t count the hours of monotonous talking and only counted lunch. They’d hashed out the same boring arguments and once again had found themselves absolutely nowhere.

When they’d finally been dismissed for the evening Jack had gone in search of Carter. He’d hoped for a late dinner. Maybe a steak. They had to have a decent steak restaurant on the mainland, right? He guessed no, but really, even a sandwich sounded good right then, and Carter could keep him company.

He’d frowned when he found Dr. Weir’s office empty, and turned heel and headed back to the control room. Control platform. Control…whatever in hell they were calling it. He’d waited patiently until the squirrelly little man at the controls was done doing whatever it was he’d been doing, and asked about the Colonel’s whereabouts.

“Colonel Carter?” the man with the big eyes asked. His name was Champ. Or…Chaz. Or something. Jack couldn’t remember. He knew someone must have introduced them at some point… “She stepped out on the balcony with Dr. Weir.”

“Ah. Thanks Cubbie.”

“Actually, sir, it’s Chuck.”

But Jack was no longer listening. He’d made his way over to the door that would lead him to the balcony. When he’d walked out into the fresh salt air, however, he’d not been prepared for the sight that had greeted him. The two women were locked in an embrace that could only be described as inappropriate for the work environment.

His first thought had been to clear his throat, cough, or whistle, even. Part of him had wanted to make his presence known, to ensure the women had ample opportunity to pull themselves together, but another part of him - the part beginning to strain against the crotch of his dress blues - advised him to be silent.

He’d watched from the doorway as Elizabeth’s hands roamed over Carter’s ass, a tiny squeak escaping the blonde as they squeezed. The sound was nearly lost inside the other woman’s mouth.

There was a groan as the brunette slipped a hand up between the blonde’s legs, and he’d been momentarily surprised when both women broke apart and spun to face him.

“Sir!”

“General!”

Whoops. Apparently that groan had been his.

“Carter, Dr. Weir,” he smirked, tilting his head. They both looked rumpled, and he would swear that Carter’s eyes had never been so wide. “Lovely evening, wouldn’t you say?” He half-turned toward the ocean view, gesturing at the water. “Nice ocean breeze, fresh air…”

“Sir, I can explain,” Carter had begun, but she was interrupted.

“Don’t be silly, Sam,” Dr. Weir told her, a smirk of her own making an appearance. “I’m sure the general has seen much worse in his day.” Was she calling him old? “Tell me, General O’Neill, have you ever been with two women at once?”

“Elizabeth…”

“Excuse me?”

“What’s the matter, General?” the doctor had asked, moving well into his personal space and sliding a hand along his chest – the hand, he noted, she’d used to do things to his former second in command – close enough that he could feel his little general begging for her touch. “Don’t you want us?”

He’d glanced quickly at Carter, only to find that she was eyeing the woman pressed up against him like she a threat. His eyes darkened and without further thought he’d slid his fingers into the brunette’s hair and pressed his lips to hers…hard. Both of her hands gripped his jacket as he demanded entrance with his tongue, and her lips had parted instantly.

She’d tasted sweet, like lip gloss, and he’d growled his appreciation when one of her hands slipped down to cup his hardness through his pants.

Apparently that had spurred Carter into action, because the next thing he knew Dr. Weir had been pulled from his questing tongue and pushed to the side, an angry blonde in dress blues glaring at him and breathing heavily. She looked…hot, and Jack could see the challenge in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Carter,” he’d taunted, watching her nostrils flare as she breathed steadily through her nose. “Don’t like to share?”

“As a matter of fact, sir,” she’d drawn his honorific out as she reached a hand below his belt, that first contact making his breath catch, “I’d just rather have you first…”

And that was how they’d arrived in this…oh so pleasurable situation. Not that he was complaining.

“Fuck, Carter,” he rasped, his fingers tangling in the blonde’s short locks. His only answer was a moan and his eyes darted from the lips around his dick to Dr. Weir, who had slipped a couple of fingers inside the other woman.

He licked his lips as he watched Sam Carter’s hips sway slightly, her mouth slamming down even further onto his cock. When he felt the head bump against the back of her throat he nearly came right then, his eyes rolling back in his head and his grip tightening in her hair.

He re-focused when he heard Sam groan, and watched as Dr. Weir stood up, approaching him with a wicked grin. He raised an eyebrow but opened his mouth willingly when she stroked his lip with a wet finger. Oh God, so that was what Carter would taste like. He closed his eyes, hips thrusting forward into warm, wet ecstasy, while he grabbed the good doctor’s wrist with his free hand and carefully sucked both fingers clean of Carter’s essence.

“I think the general might be in need of something more, Sam,” Weir acknowledged, removing her fingers from his mouth and pressing against him once more. She grasped the back of his head, drawing his face down to within a breath. “Maybe he’d like to take one of us…” She closed the distance and kissed him deeply, her tongue tasting like what he could only imagine must be heaven. The mouth on his cock moved faster, a hand coming up to join in the fun, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

When the moist heat around his flesh suddenly disappeared he found himself groaning, releasing the doctor and eyes snapping to the vixen that’d haunted his dreams for as long as he could remember. She was licking her lips, eyes darker than he remembered them being, and then she was on her knees, making him wince imagining her knees on the concrete below them.

It was Dr. Weir who knelt beside her, lifting her military dress skirt. He watched as she pulled Carter’s panties aside once more, revealing shaved, wet lips, swollen with need. He growled, moving forward and towards the waiting prize, his cock throbbing with expectation. He stopped with furrowed brows when the brunette’s fingers did not pull away. He waited, and watched, as the pad of her thumb teased and stroked the little bud at the front of Carter’s sex. The blonde’s whimper made his dick jump, and he had to grasp the base to stop from coming all over her ass.

“What’s the matter, General O’Neill?” Weir teased, leaning forward and taking just the tip of his aching cock into her mouth. He gasped, both hands tangling in her hair as she ran her tongue around the swollen flesh, dipping into the hole before letting her lips close around the dripping head and sucking powerfully.

“Oh, shit,” he panted, straining to keep his orgasm back.

When he regained what he figured was about as much control as he was going to have, he moved one hand from the doctor’s hair and ran his knuckles over the once-again-panty-covered sex of his former second in command. He jerked against the mouth currently closed around his shaft, reveling in the unbelievably hot body he was now stroking. And he watched as Carter’s ass swayed, her panties becoming increasingly wet at his touch. He slipped his forefinger and middle finger under the soaked cotton, the backs of his fingers sliding through her bare folds easily, his mind racing as he plunged the tips of those fingers inside her.

“Oh God, sir,” the woman he stroked whispered, only loud enough for them to hear. “Please…”

The mouth around his cock abandoned him, deciding instead it was better suited to assist in the pleasure of the blonde in so much need. He watched as Elizabeth pulled the woman’s panties further aside, revealing her whole sex, including his thrusting fingers. Her tongue flicked out to run alongside, tasting, probing, and bumping wetly against his digits on every slide.

The flesh around his fingers began to tremble, and he knew he couldn’t take anything more. He withdrew his hand and the brunette backed away, giving him the space he needed to kneel down and thrust forward, impaling the woman he’d wanted for over ten years on his steel-hard cock.

They both moaned, his first strokes slow and measured, before he gripped both her hips and pounded into her with near-desperation. He was vaguely aware of the movement out of the corner of his eye as Weir made quick work of unfastening her pants, yanking her own panties down and positioning herself on her back, pussy directly beneath and in front of Samantha Carter’s face.

He groaned and licked his lips, watching as Sam’s head dipped down and Elizabeth’s was thrown back, a tongue now exploring what he could only just barely see. He thrust faster, feeling a familiar tightness in his groin, knives of pleasure slicing through him from where he and Sam were joined.

“Yes, right there, Sam,” moaned the woman lying on the ground, both hands tangled in the blonde’s hair as he watched over her back. “Oh…mmm…”

He bit his lower lip when Sam raised her head and smiled over her shoulder, one hand and arm keeping her up while the other’s fingers stroked and rubbed and pleasured Elizabeth Weir. As his orgasm worked its way up from his balls he saw Sam’s head lower again, lips taking hold of the brunette’s swollen clit and sucking powerfully. At the same time he reached around Carter’s hip, middle finger finding her own straining bud under her panties and flicking it roughly.

He felt her convulse around him, her walls tightening and tugging against him, drawing his orgasm up and through his body. He growled as loudly as he dared, slamming against Carter from behind even as he heard Elizabeth’s low moan of release, Sam’s tongue and fingers still working her sex, while she herself trembled and swayed with the power of her own climax.

They stayed connected as one for several moments, each recovering from their pleasure at what seemed to be a snail’s pace. He saw Sam’s head pull back from between the brunette’s legs, and he jerked slightly inside her as he got another glimpse of the wet sex she’d been enjoying. She moaned and pressed her bottom back against him, making him shudder with over-stimulation.

He watched Elizabeth Weir tug her clothing back up before getting to her knees again and grabbing Sam’s head with both hands, drawing the other woman’s face against her own in a heated kiss. He licked his lips, trying to imagine what Weir would taste like, pulling himself out of Carter with a groan and eyes going wide as she rose on just her knees, the doctor’s hand disappearing between Carter’s legs once more.

Their mouths remained locked together, the hand rubbing and stroking and grinding against the blonde’s sex, causing her to rock her hips and moan into the lips she was kissing. He stroked his wet cock, idly wondering why he was still hard, but enjoying the intense pleasure it brought him as he drew his closed fist along his flesh, watching as Sam rode the hand between her legs.

And then she was coming again, trembling and shaking as she broke their kiss, burying her face into the other woman’s shoulder as she whimpered her release. It was more than Jack could take and he thrust harder into his hand, jerking and pumping his cock until he was coming again himself, the hot liquid spurting through his fingers.

“I think he enjoyed this, Sam,” Elizabeth crooned into the blonde’s ear, her eyes catching Jack’s as he recovered from his release. “Didn’t you, General?”

“Damned straight,” he barked, tucking himself away and bemoaning the fact that he’d have to use his shirt to wipe his hand. Thank God his Jacket covered the wet stains on the front of his dress pants.

“General O’Neill?” Aw crap, it was that annoying McKay. “Are you here?”

The women were standing, Elizabeth straightening her clothes and then running a hand though her hair, Carter yanking her skirt back down into place and smoothing her blouse and jacket.

The geeky wannabe chick magnet poked his head out the door, taking in the three of them in what Jack hoped was a curious, not suspicious manner.

“Watcha all doing out here?” he asked, appearing dumfounded. “The IOA called another meeting and I was sent to get the general. Sam? Is your skirt crooked?”

“Um, no, McKay,” she answered, walking past him and tugging the material into proper position as she went through the door.

“Elizabeth?”

“Leave it alone, Rodney,” the woman warned, giving him a stern look as she, too, went back inside.

Jack rocked on the balls of his feet for a moment, uncomfortable as all hell, before he cleared his throat and met the squirrely little man’s eyes.

“Right, so...General…”

“Not gonna happen, McKay,” Jack muttered, brushing his way past the man to get back to the monotony of his mission to Atlantis.

“But…”

“AH!” He held his hand up, cutting him off. And with that he straightened his back and made his way to the briefing room, leaving the scientist to stand in the doorway from the balcony, puzzled.

“Dr. McKay, sir?”

“Yes, Chuck?” the man answered impatiently, still watching the general’s retreating back.

“I think I may have forgotten to tell Dr. Weir about the new cameras the IOA had installed on the balcony…”


-FIN-

*whistles*