Author: Illmantrim
Recipient: Zorb
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: Farscape/Stargate SG-1
Summary: John meets up with Captain Samantha Carter, a scientist in the Air Force who helps him work out some math and science equations. Somewhere along the way, more than math gets worked out.
John growled imprecations as he stared at the screen of his laptop. The numbers were bugging and he felt like he was drifting in a sea of them. He knew the answer was there. He had things so close. All he had to do was finish the number and equations and everything would be green.
This was his baby. The Farscape Project had been his dream since college and it had carried him through rigorous training to become an astronaut and also brought him and his best friend to blows before DK had finally signed on. He had worked on this as a backburner for years until he had the pull to push for it and now it was just a few short steps from reality.
Getting a trajectory- and speed- based ship to manage to exponentially increase it's speed and enable it to almost warp out of a planet's gravitation by using a variation of a slingshot maneuver was something a lot of people nay-sayed, but he thankfully had supporters, from his father to some military brass even.
He sighed and sat back in the chair and glanced around the small cafe. He rubbed his forehead as he surveyed the crowd. He curbed an impulse to ask the whole room at large the question: "Pardon me, but are any of you theoretical Astronomy Experts?". His eye caught the eyes of a woman in dress blues who was eating a lunch while reading a large and unwieldy-looking text. He grinned as she smiled before going back to her reading. She had a stunning smile. She was beautiful and damn all if she wasn't a nerd too. His kinda girl, definitely.
He shook his head and dragged his eyes away from surveying her very appealing form and glanced at the laptop again. He growled at it and shut it for now, knowing he needed sleep and that later he had that meeting with the Mathematics and Astrophysics expert the Air Force had sent in to help this afternoon. The officer was supposed to be some kind of genius at math and science and John was wary but hopeful that together they could crack the final level of equations.
With another sigh he rose and laid some bills on the table to pay his bill and tip and left to get a nap in before the meeting.
"You've got the last two numbers reversed."
The words started John out of his reverie and he jerked around to star at the person in the doorway. And then he stared a little longer. The person in the doorway, who seemed to have been there for a little while, was the hot blonde from the cafe, and looked even hotter as she stood there in her uniform and stared back at him.
Her eyes seemed to shimmer like jewels and John felt like a bolt of electricity had slammed into him at light speed. His eyes followed the line of her body, drinking it up and he felt himself respond to her. He snapped his eyes up from her body only to find her doing the same thing to him, and when she too snapped her eyes up, their gazes met and locked. It was like flowing current and John felt something like hope fill him. Along with good old fashioned need. Damn! She was hot!
He shook his head and with an effort he snapped his jaw shut and after clearing his throat twice, he spoke up.
"Um... I take it you're the Air Force expert?"
She seemed to have just as much trouble finding her voice but she smiled and her voice was clear and strong.
"Y-yes. My name is Captain Samantha Carter. Call me Samantha while we are working. You're John Crichton?'
"Yes. Right. Er... come on in."
He gestured her into the crowded room filled with instruments and papers stacked everywhere. His equations were piled in stacks of laborious hand calculations. She eyed them and then turned her eyes to the board he had been working on when she entered.
"You said something about an error in the figures?"
She nodded and moved up beside him. as she did so he felt her nearness and shivered slightly. He felt like an idiot or some schoolkid but he couldn't help it. She affected him like not any woman had in a very long time. And with things having gone sour with his former fiance awhile back... she was looking better by the minute.
She pointed to a set of figures and repeated her earlier statement.
"You've got the last two numbers reversed."
His first instinct was to deny it with force and yet... as he looked at the numbers, he imagined them reversed and swore. She was right. He had been using it wrong for days! He sighed and moved closer, changing the notations on the board, then looking again. Already it looked better. {H}e made more changes as patterns became clear and she stood next to him, making alterations and suggestions. Together they worked almost silently, except for pointing things out to one another.
When John glanced up at a clock he realized over four hours had gone by. He stepped back and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at her and smiled as once again he took in her beauty.
"Samantha?
She started and seemed to come out of a trance and he smiled. he knew what she felt like.
"It's almost dinner time. You want to catch a bite to eat?"
She hesitated and seemed almost ready to say no, but a look came over her face and she smiled at him, warmer this time.
"I would love to. Just let me get changed out of uniform and you can show me the local restaurant."
He nodded and showed her the way to a women's officer's lounge and sat in a chair outside waiting. This would be interesting he thought. It was the last thought he had for quite some time as he sank into the comfortable chair and into sleep.
When he awoke he was conscious of feeling cramped and he opened his eyes to see sunlight streaming in the high windows of his office. {H}e was on the sofa under a blanket. It took him a moment to remember what had happened and then he buried his face in his hands.
"Oh, great one, John. manage to find a hot, smart woman, get her to go to dinner with you, and then fall asleep before you even get to the diner! Great!"
"Well, you did work hard yesterday."
The voice brought him straight up and looking in that direction as he caught sight of Captain Samantha Carter looking very refreshed and awake in a labcoat and civvies. Even though it took him a moment to know what to say, he still found himself once again thinking she was beautiful.
"I, Uh... Sorry about last night."
"It's okay, John. I figured you needed the rest if you had been banging your head against your equations. They are very complex."
Something about the way she said that made him cock his head at her.
"What time is it?"
"About ten in the morning."
He groaned and rolled off the sofa.
"I haven't slept in like that in a long time!"
"Go ahead and catch a shower and get some coffee, I'll see you in the lab."
"Thanks. I really am sorry about last night."
"It's okay, John. I'll just have to take a rain check."
He watched her head into the main lab and sighed, shaking his head. Smart, sexy, and compassionate. Wow.
About a half-hour later, feeling much more alive, he walked into the lab and saw her at the board, already working on the equations. He grinned and went to join her.
Two weeks passed with one thing or another keeping them from having that dinner date. They finished the main batch of the equations and started the process of going over the whole slew for a final check. Over the course of the process they grew closer and closer, talking and chatting in between equations and growing more familiar with each other. And finally, one day, it was done.
"Whew! I don't believe it!"
Samantha smiled and ginned back at him as he did a little dance and then swept her up in a hug. it was only as he was setting her down that they suddenly both became aware of how very close they were to each other. And both of them felt a matching hunger. They matched eyes and the electricity seemed even more powerful than before. John hesitated one last time and then, well later he wasn't sure who reached for who, but they were kissing. The kiss deepened and strengthened,and the two of them put passion into it. They broke apart and stared at each other and John finally found his voice.
"Er... dinner at my place?"
Samantha nodded.
"Sounds, uh, good. Dinner, yes. At your place. "
She nodded again for emphasis. John nodded back and grabbed her hand. As they neared the door he grabbed his jacket, swung her close and kissed her briefly and then dragged her out into the hall.
Dinner was fast. He whipped up a family recipe and fed it to her slowly. She allowed him to spoil her, and he enjoyed doing it. they traded glances and kisses and touches, hands roaming freely as they both fed the hunger within them. When dinner was finished he rose and took her hand and led her towards the bedroom.
At the door he turned to her and kissed her and then asked her quietly a question.
"Are you sure?"
Her response was to kiss his mouth, and he almost drowned in the passion he saw in her eyes. She drew back and then pushed him into the bed room.
He laughed the next minute when she swooped his legs out from under him and dumped him on the bed. A woman who could take charge and surprise him was always a pleasure. He scooted back on the bed slightly and then caught his breath as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the soft flesh of her arms and shoulders to his hungry gaze. She dropped the shirt on the floor and then reached around and unhooked her bra and slid the straps slowly off her arms. She held it in front of her for a moment before allowing the garment to drop.
John's breath hissed out in a gasp as he saw her breasts, riding high on her chest. the nipples looked swollen and at attention and he wondered how they tasted as he watched her unbuckle her belt and slip it off. Then suddenly she leaped at him and pressed him down on the bed, the weight of her crushing him delightfully into the bed.
They both tore off the rest of their clothes as he kissed and nipped at her flesh, trying to let his hands and teeth be everywhere at once. This teasing and fondling went on for long moments as their passion rose and mounted and seemed ready to explode and he leaned in kissing her. She returned his kiss with her eyes closed until suddenly they popped open in surprise. She groaned-yelped as he slid two fingers into her wet and swollen pussy.
She bucked underneath him as he continued kissing her on her mouth, neck, chest and breasts, sending his other hand sliding over her body, teasing her as his fingers slid deep into her. She was hot and wet and tight and her muscles seemed to clench around his fingers. She bit his lips when he kissed her next and their passion seemed to build even more. He plunged his fingers into her faster and she bucked under him and let loose a series of cries and convulsions. John kept his eyes on hers and smiled as he realized she had come already. Then all thought was driven away as she swung him over sliding his fingers out of her and impaling herself on him.
There was nothing romantic about their love-making. It was primal, intense, hot fucking that shook them both. He slammed up to meet her as she pounded down to meet him and their teeth, lips and hands tweaked and pinched and teased all over each others bodies as they came together. Their passions built in the frenzy of love-making and when they finally came, both at the same time, John thought that his head would detach from his skull as the powerful feelings ran through him.
That wasn't the only time they made love that night. Sometimes it was slow and erotic, other times it was like the first, powerful and animal in intensity. By the next morning when they awoke, both were tired but satisfied.
John felt conflicting emotions as they took turns showering and getting dressed. They had known going into this that she would be headed back to her base soon. The reality however was sweet and bitter at the same time. But as he watched her exit the shower, he grinned, the full force of that smile making her start and smile back. He would definitely have to swing by Colorado Springs when he got back from the mission.
Weeks later, when the news came about the loss of Commander John Crichton and his ship, Captain Samantha Carter went home early and locked herself in her room, allowing herself to cry at the loss of what might have been and at the thought of him dying without ever proving his mission true. But then her gaze caught sight of a small picture he had given her on that last day. It was of him standing in front of the Farscape Module, waving. He had that cocky grin on his face and she laughed through her tears.
Years later, when she became part of the group retrofitting Goauld technology to earth use, she thought it fitting that his tech and his equations proved to be useful and she dedicated that first craft to him.