Bull Dancing

by Celievamp

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asc/celievamp/bulldanc.php
Summary: She remembered how it had been, how all of her barriers all of her sensibilities had counted for nothing. She had wanted: she had taken. First the man and then the woman. And she had been glorious.

She remembered how it had been, how all of her barriers all of her sensibilities had counted for nothing. She had wanted: she had taken. First the man and then the woman. And she had been glorious.

And now they were with her again, the man at her back, his rough hands cupping her breasts, his lips and tongue working their way up her neck. She arched back against him, growling, an answering growl thrumming through her. She could feel him pressed against her, hard and full. He would take her soon. She ached, rubbing herself against his length. He hissed, biting gently at the strong tendons in her neck. The dark haired woman was between her legs, suckling on her clit as her clever fingers stroked and thrust inside her. She growled softly, urging both of them on. As she watched the dark haired one drew her fingers out and licked delicately at the glistening juices, almost purring her pleasure before holding out her fingers so she could sample them as well, tasting herself.

Sam Carter woke with a start, burying her head back in her pillow with a groan as she realised that for the third night in a row her dream sex-life had proven far more adventurous than anything she had ever really experienced.

She was finding the residue of Cavewoman Carter’s libido hard to deal with. Not to mention exactly who that libido seemed determined to focus on. “Why can’t I just fantasise about Hollywood actors like everyone else!” she groaned, pummelling her pillow back into shape before lying down again.

Most people professed not to remember anything of their little voyage beyond the Broca Divide but she knew that most of them did. They had to. The Colonel certainly did. His ‘sweet little tanktop’ remark was kind of a give away.

Janet remembered as well. She had been immune to the virus after all. Sam had apologised to the doctor for assaulting her, just about begging her to press charges. Janet had refused to countenance it, saying that Sam ‘hadn’t exactly been herself’ when it happened. No harm no foul.

Didn’t stop Sam thinking she should be punished for something.

And as for not being herself - Sam wasn’t so sure of that anymore either.

As it turned out, her cavewoman self had excellent taste.

***

Janet doodled on the pad, thinking about the events of the last few days. Hell of a first week in your new job. Discovering that aliens were alive and well and living in Colorado, that some of her colleagues commuted to other planets for a living, that her predecessor had been murdered by a bodysnatching alien snake and that more of those snakes were out there bidding for galactic domination. And that every time they went ‘out there’ they risked bringing something back.

At least her colleagues were interesting. Some more interesting than others. Whatever their state of evolution. Captain Samantha Carter – long legged, lean, blonde, reputedly a genius. With all the makings of being a damn good friend. Oh, and also devastatingly beautiful and effortlessly artlessly sexy. Colonel Jack O’Neill, tall greying and craggily handsome. Also a smartass. And one of the bravest people she had ever come across. Not everyone would have offered themselves up for medical experimentation as he had.

She remembered how gentle his touch had been, the pain and confusion in his dark eyes. The utter trust he had shown in her.

They had both reacted to her in the same way – becoming utterly still. Staring at her. She could feel the hairs pricking on the back of her neck. Both of them had wanted her. And she had wanted them.

There was enough fantasy material in those two encounters to last her a lifetime – separately or together… She had already heard rumours about a possible relationship between the two officers, and the scene in the locker room had only added to the fuel. The only problem was that she had to work with these people on a daily basis. And they were taking her out to dinner tomorrow night: a belated ‘welcome to the SGC’ meal. But she was a trained doctor, trained to be impartial, to suppress her emotions. She could do it.

They would never know.

***

Part of him realised that he must have been paying more attention to Daniel’s impromptu lecture on the importance of bull mythology in the Mycenean culture than he thought. Then the dream took him down.

He was back in the Land of Light. The Touched and Untouched milled together around the circular arena as did his colleagues from the SGC. Daniel and Tupelo were talking, Tupelo’s daughter draped against Daniel’s side. Teal’c stood behind them, massive and silent as ever, missing nothing. Hammond took a seat between one of the ladies of Tupelo’s court and a man dressed in skins, fanning himself with his hat whilst he waited. Siler stood at the side with a clipboard, checking something off.

Jack O’Neill was standing barefoot on the hot white sand. His companions, his lovers, waited with him. In a few moments the bull would be released and the Dance would begin.

They did this to glorify their life. There was risk, terrible risk, but that did not matter. He was so aware of his body, of their bodies, of the slightest movement they made, the low slow sound of their breathing, the sweet smell of the ceremonial oils on their skin and hair not quite masking their own natural musk. For thirty years or more he had done this, danced with the bull. Every festival. He had the scars to prove it. But he was alive. He epitomised hope for his people. One day he would fall and it would be glorious. He would give his life gladly. But not today.

And his women, one dark, one fair. No words needed between them. They knew what they had to do, both veterans of the same Dance though with far fewer years than him. The moment he had seen them he knew, recognised the unspoken kinship between them. He knew that they would be beautiful together.

They had made love last night, kissing and touching. He had taken Samantha first, Janet holding her in her arms, playing with her breasts as he had eased himself into her never taking his eyes from hers. That astonishing blue that mirrored the long forgotten seas of their homeland. Before the Gods walked amongst them and chose their ancestors to serve. Janet’s eyes were like his own, dark brown, deep and bright. Samantha laid her head back so that Janet could kiss her, Janet’s fingers caressing the soft smooth skin under Sam’s chin and Jack found himself admiring the line of her throat, the contrast between the bright hair, so rare and highly prized amongst their people and the dark russet hair of his other love. Then Janet was reaching towards him and they kissed, long and sweet and hard as he twisted and thrust himself inside Sam’s warmth, feeling her muscles begin their dance around his length, drawing him in, taking him, taking them both beyond. His shout of joy was only slightly muffled by Janet’s mouth on his.

They turned him, giggling, whispering together. He was on his back, his half-spent cock still inside the blonde woman who reached down between her spread thighs to tickle his balls, draw a finger up the thick vein at the back of his penis. He groaned, feeling himself harden again at her touch. Janet leant over, kissed him and then straddled his head, his arms wrapping around her thighs as he held her above his mouth, feeling the heat of her as his tongue delicately touched her, exploring her folds. Samantha rocked forward, rotating her hips slightly as she reached out to touch Janet’s breasts, leaning to capture the brunette’s lips in a bruising kiss. He angled his hand so that his thumb brushed over Janet’s clit, stroking and pinching the tender swollen bud as his tongue pressed deeper into her, curling, stroking against the sensitive walls of her centre. He heard her moan, Samantha’s soft giggle as their hands and lips continued to explore each other. He raised his hips a little, feeling Samantha’s body respond as she pushed down on him. His mouth was filled with the musky sweet taste of Janet’s juices, he could feel the muscles in her thighs and abdomen begin to flutter.

It was a chain reaction, explosive, heart stopping, crashing all his senses, his ability to distinguish time and place and person. If the world ended now he would not know, would not care. The moment was golden, infinite. Its memory would sustain him forever.

And here and now the bull stepped into the arena. They were where they should be, the tall blonde at his right, the small brunette at his left. The bull lowered its gilded horns and huffed at the dust. Its pale coat had been further whitened with chalk until it almost glowed. It too was a veteran of this dance but that did not mean that it would not kill them if it could.

Janet moved first. She approached the bull from the side whilst Jack held its attention, the smooth muscles of her thighs under her kilt and bare arms delineated by the oil and sweat on her skin. Her small deft hands were white with the powdered resin that would ensure her grip did not slip. Head high she began her run, springing into the air and turning herself, her hands pushing her up as she somersaulted over the bull’s back to land lightly on her feet on the other side, heading immediately towards the side of the arena out of the bull’s reach before she turned, her smile bright and fierce. The crowd roared its approval of her feat.

Now it was Samantha’s turn. She raised her hand, her face to the sun for a moment, her eyes fluttering closed as she centred herself. The crowd settled into silence again, watching, waiting. Janet moved back into position, ready to distract the bull should it be needed. Samantha’s eyes opened, her startlingly blue eyes intent. She took a deep breath, another, brought her hands to her face, her fingers resting on either side of her nose for a moment and then she was running. The bull stamped its feet, turned slightly to face her. Her hands touched its shoulder as she pushed herself up, seeming to hang suspended in the air above the bull for a moment as the bull tossed its head. Janet and Jack both moved in closer, ready to distract the bull if she should fall, but she was over the other side, tucking herself into a roll across the soft sand before she came up on her feet again, turning to check that everything was all right behind her before she acknowledged the acclaim of the crowd, pale golden sand streaking her arms and legs her smile bright as the sun.

She moved back to stand at Jack’s right hand side. He did not acknowledge her presence but stared at the bull, his concentration total. He could feel the sweat sliding down his back but his rosined palms were dry. In his mind’s eye he played out every move of what he was about to do. It would be glorious, a fitting tribute to his god.

The bull snorted, tossed its head again, the sun reflecting off the gilding on its horns. Jack watched it, waited for the moment. His erection was hot and heavy against his thigh. And then it was here. The golden moment. Now. Now or never. He set off, his powerful legs powering him along, up, his hands ready to grasp the horns as he pushed himself up to stand on the back of the bull. Few dancers attempted this, fewer still succeeded. It was clear to him. This moment. This golden moment.

The moment passed. He was never certain what had gone awry. Something in his knee seemed to snap just as his feet left the ground and he was suddenly off balance, missing his hold. The bull was ready, waiting, seeming to know in advance what was to happen. The wickedly sharp horn tip seared across his abdomen before skewering him. For an agonising moment he hung from the bull’s horn and then he was flying, the crowd screaming, his lovers screaming, the bull roaring its defiance and bloodlust. He could not see it but he knew Daniel and Teal’c would be on their feet, screaming his name. Hotter even than the sun the blood on his skin flowing bright red, the sacrifice willingly made. He was being dragged backwards even as the officials cornered and secured the bull behind the palisades. Sam’s hands were pressed hard into his belly, as Janet touched his face, her tears washing the dust from his cheeks.

Jack had seen this kind of injury too many times. There was nothing to be done. He was dying, if he was lucky it would be quick. If the gods sought to test him further then it might take days. He prayed that he had already shown his devotion.

“Jack, Jack can you hear me?”

A last moment of softness, of care. His lovers, his women. Sam kissed him, sweet and strong, then Janet, her soft lips touching his with infinite gentleness. And as she drew back the sun flared in his eyes and he was gone.

He woke gasping, his erection throbbing. The pain in his belly flared for a moment then died away. He could still taste their kisses, their sweet musk. He turned his face into the pillow and waited for dawn knowing he would not sleep again that night.

***

The belated SG1 welcome dinner for Dr Fraiser did not go quite as anticipated. Both Captain Carter and Colonel O’Neill seemed quieter than usual, less comfortable in each other’s company than of late. Dr Fraiser also seemed a little distant but then she had single handedly prevented an epidemic that week.

Still, it was Daniel Jackson and Teal’c who made their excuses and left first, leaving the three colleagues in silence, nursing their glasses of wine or beer respectively. None of them seemed able to look at the other. Janet thought that both Sam and the Colonel looked tired, as if they had not been sleeping too well of late.

“So how are you both… really,” Janet asked at last. “Any aftereffects?”

“Dreams,” O’Neill said abruptly. “Really strange dreams. Intense.” He rubbed his midriff thoughtfully.

“Same here,” Sam said, toying with her glass. “Very vivid. I’m me… and not me. Doing things… well, that I would never do.” She flushed.

Janet suppressed a smile. “What kind of dreams are we talking about here?”

“Sex dreams, for crying out loud!” the Colonel said. It was one of those freak moments of absolute silence around the room and his words seemed much louder than they really were. Sam got even more scarlet and slumped in her chair as if she wanted to disappear. Janet raised an eyebrow in a way that rivalled the abilities of Mr Teal’c in that department.

“I see,” she said. She’d had two glasses of wine and the week from hell and they were all consenting adults and off duty. “Anyone we know?”

His gaze snapped between the two of them and he downed the last of his beer in one go.

“Sam… and me,” Janet said slowly. “Both of us…”

“Together,” Sam whispered. “I’ve been having the same kind of dream. I’m her again and you are both the same and we are all together. And it’s the most intense… beautiful…“ She swallowed. “I gotta get some air.”

“Sam, no - stay. We need to talk about this,” Janet said.

“No we don’t,” O’Neill said automatically. He shrugged. “I suppose… look, nothing against either of you you’re both very… but… regulations…”

“I’ve read your record, Colonel,” Janet said softly. “Regulations haven’t stopped you before now.”

“All I know is that I want what she had,” Sam said softly. She raised her head, looked at them, her gaze beseeching. “I want what she had. But… whatever you guys decide… I mean…” She buried her face in her hands, unable to say more.

“Doc… this is gonna kill me one way or the other. I think… it’s up to you.”

There was a calmness, a serenity about her, as if she had been waiting on this moment all her life. She stood, stretched her hand out towards Jack. He gazed at her for a moment, then stood, taking her hand. She let her other hand caress the short hairs at the back of the Captain’s neck. Sam shivered, raised her head to look at them, her blue eyes brimming with tears. “Sam, honey, let’s go home.”

END