A New Daughter
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or Stargate SG-1
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A/N: I don't know Joyce's maiden name so I made one up. Sorry it took so long to update. I do have two stories going at once, so I go back and forth writing for them. I update at random times, depending upon how much time I have and how well I can come up with the story. I have had to deal with a bunch of graduation stuff for the past month, so it's been hard to find time to write anything at all.
Air Force Captain Jonathan "Jack" O'Neill and a few of his fellow officers from Los Angeles Air Force Base went into the heart of the city to a new nightclub that just opened up. About two hours and ten beers later, he saw a woman that came up to the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan. He gave her a smile, and she smiled back. When the bartender came back, she started to hand him the money. He stopped her hand and paid for her drink.
"Thank you," spoke the woman.
"Your welcome. You know, you look very nice tonight," replied Jack.
"Thank you... again."
"I'm Captain Jack O'Neill."
"Joyce Meriweather. Well, at least until tomorrow." She sighed and rolled her eyes at this.
"What happens then?"
"Well, my parents are forcing me get married to this guy I don't really like all that much. The wedding is supposed to be tomorrow. His name is Hank Summers," explained Joyce, her voice slightly more sad than her body language.
"That's insane! They can't force you to get married to someone you don't like! Isn't that illegal or something?!" Jack hated that they were doing this to the beautiful girl in front of them.
Joyce sighed and took a sip of her drink. "I wish. Unfortunately, it isn't though."
Jack took a drink of his beer and then offered up a suggestion. "Why don't you just do whatever the hell you want to tonight then?"
Joyce now had a big smile on her face that appeared mischievous. "Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. I think I know where to start too." She finished her drink in one sip and tossed it to the side. She took off her jacket and let loose. She ran across the room and jumped up onto the empty stripper pole that the club had. She danced for a little bit and then got back off. She then walked back over to Jack with a big smile on her face, truly happy that she had been free, even if just for the rest of tonight.
Jack had been getting turned on since she downed her drink. Seeing her work the pole like that was making him feel the erection in his lower nether regions. He could feel his member starting to harden into a salute and hoped she wouldn't notice. He wanted to have her right then and there.
They mutually agreed that they were wanted to have sex with each other and left after saying mutual goodbyes to their friends.
Jack's friends were saying 'Way to go, Jack!'.
Joyce's were saying 'What do you think you're doing? You're getting married tomorrow!', to which she responded, 'I'm doing what I want tonight while I still can. I don't even want to marry Hank. Besides, he isn't my husband yet.'
After joining back up at the door, they went to her hotel room where they could be alone. It didn't take long before they were both undressed.
Before they started anything, Jack began fiddling with something in his hands and stated, "Just give me a minute and I'll have this condom on."
But before he could even open it, she stopped his hands with hers. "Don't," she whispered in his ear. "I want my first time to be completely natural with nothing in the way."
With that, he dropped the condom, picked her up, carried her over to the bed, laid her on it, and then mounted her. He kissed her from her temples to the bottom of her neck, then a really big kiss on her lips.
"Jack," she said. "Wait."
Joyce rolled her eyes. "Nothing is wrong. It's just... I've always been curious about something."
Jack smirked, but didn't know what she was going to say. "About what?"
"Well, I've heard about this idea called foreplay," she said giving Jack an ominous smile.
"Oh? What kind of 'foreplay' do you want to try?" Jack asked her in a playful and experienced voice.
"Well, people have said that... if something was done a certain way with a lover, then it would feel different than if it was done with someone else. I'm just curious if it's true or not."
Jack was starting to get confused now. "So... what do you want to do?"
"If you will, would you..." She rolled Jack over so he was on his back. "Lean up against the headboard." Joyce sat up and directed him into the exact place she wanted him. Once he was in the right position, she laid across his lap with her stomach down. "Would you do the honors of giving me my first adult spanking, please?"
Jack understood exactly what the woman lying in front of him wanted. "Are you absolutely sure?"
She didn't even hesitate for a second. "Yes. I'm sure."
"Okay." Jack was a little nervous, so he started light. He raised back his hand and brought it down onto her bottom with a light tap.
Joyce felt Jack's palm land on her backside in a most delicate and amazing way. But she wanted much more.
He turned his eyes towards her head. "Do you want me to continue?"
She turned her head to look at Jack. "Yes. Can I ask you a question first though?"
"Sure," replied Jack.
"Do you think you could make it kind of like a real one, and not really light like that?"
"Just tell me when it becomes too much. I'll stop if you ask."
Jack started up again, gaining intensity gradually until they were coming steadily and forcefully. Joyce was loving every bit of it. After a couple minutes of this, she stopped Jack's spanking and sat up.
"Jack. Let's have sex. Now. Please." Joyce was begging Jack at this point.
Jack obliged accordingly and laid her on her back. She spread her legs open and he thrusted into her. She moaned Jack's name, who smiled in return. Each time he thrust deeper, she moaned his name even more. He entered her completely, and when he did, they both climaxed. After a total of an hour of foreplay and sex, Jack pulled out and laid beside Joyce, both with smiles on their face. They rested beside each other for about five minutes, still kissing fiercely, before Jack pulled back and they both laid down on their sides staring into each other's eyes.
"That was amazing," commented Joyce.
"Yes. It was." Jack looked over at the alarm clock radio. "Wow. Look at the time. I have to be back on base in about thirty minutes. I should probably go back before I get in trouble."
"Do you really have to go?" They had a very enjoyable night and Joyce didn't want him to go.
"I'm afraid so. That doesn't mean I want to though. I want to stay here with you. Or better yet, take you away with me and run off to somewhere else. Unfortunately, I can't. I have to leave in a few days on an assignment."
Joyce sighed. "I had a really great time with you tonight."
Jack smiled. "Me too. I wish I could stay longer, but I have to go."
They embraced in a hug once more and then kissed. Jack got up and got dressed. He turned back to Joyce afterwards.
"I wish you luck for the future. I really wish I could be a part of it." Jack really didn't want to leave. He felt a legitimate connection with this woman.
"Thank you. I wish you the same." Joyce smiled on the outside, but on the inside, she was torn in two.
"Thanks." With that, Jack walked out the door to return to Los Angeles Air Force Base. He would never see this woman again, even in the many years to come. Little did he know that this one night they were together, would be the difference between the end of the world or not in the future. This difference would later become known as Buffy Anne Summers, the Original Slayer, born on January 19, 1981.
1997, Colorado Springs, Colorado
Jack had received a letter from the city of Sunnydale, California, where a summons was issued by a lawyer about a woman named Joyce Summers, maiden name Meriweather. This woman had included him in her will, and he wasn't sure he remembered this person. Sure he had a less than honorable past, but he was positive he had never been to Sunnydale, California. He had been stationed in Los Angeles in 1979-1980 though. Maybe she had been living there at the time? He couldn't remember. Then it hit him like a bowling ball.
That night. What they did. The experiences. The situation. Everything that happened three nights before he got sent off on his secret mission to Nicaragua with Burke and Woods.