Title: Sirens
Season/Sequel info: The Sirens Saga #1
Author: Nemesis
Email: blaidd@fantasybabe.co.uk
Status: This part complete, but future parts still being written!
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17!
Content Warnings: Graphic Sexual content
Summary: Sam has a strange encounter with one of the male members of the SGC.......
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of me and are not to be used without my express permission.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm beginning to think I've got too much time on my hands!!!!
DEDICATION: To my best friend, Winifred, and to all those who work so hard to bring us such a fantastic series. Thanks guys!
FEEDBACK: YES PLEASE!!


A rush of warm air hit the team as they emerged through the gate and back into the gate room at the SGC. Sam smiled slightly and took a deep breath, her body still tingling as the after effects of gate travel began to wear off. Her hands were cold and she rubbed them idly against her thighs in an attempt to get the blood flowing freely through them once more. She glanced sideways at Teal’c, instinctively checking the item he carried was safe and undamaged, and sighing inwardly as she saw it was. They had come across it while investigating some anomalous electro-magnetic readings on the planet they had just visited. Sam knew that the object was quite a find and hoped that it may prove to be a useful piece of technology that would help in their fight against the Goa’uld. All they had to do now was figure out how to make it work. “Guess that’s where Siler and his crew come in” she thought, watching as the blond Sgt. took the object from the Jaffa and made his way from the room. She knew Siler to be a good man, and someone who was becoming quite an expert in alien technology, and hoped he and his team would be able to find a way to make the object useful to them. Her attention was drawn back to the present by O’Neill lightly touching her arm and she turned back to the business at hand, all thoughts of Siler pushed from her mind for the time being.

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Siler gently laid the object down on his desk, wondering how on earth he was going to figure out what it was, and how to make it work. He ran his hand over it in a gently way, his touch almost a caress of the smooth metal, and momentarily closed his eyes. In the distance he could hear something and wondered for a split second whether the object was causing the very faint noise but dismissed the thought as ridiculous when, a moment later, the sound faded from hearing. He shook his head and sat down, beginning to make notes about the object’s physical dimensions as he tried to figure out what it did. As he noted down the seeming lack of markings on the object, a slight sound caught his attention and he cocked his head to one side, trying to locate the source and the sound itself. “That’s strange. Sounds like singing, but without any words” he thought. He tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from but it seemed to move each time he thought he had finally located it’s origin. Growing tired of playing someone else’s game, he shook his head and turned back to the object, stunned to find there were now markings where there had been only bare metal moments before. Without really knowing why, Siler glanced up at the clock on the wall and gasped, leaning back in his chair in surprise as he realised that six hours had passed. “What the hell is going on?” he wondered, uncertainty beginning to rise in him as he pondered the mysterious loss of time he appeared to have experienced. A sudden impulse made him get to his feet, pick up the object and stride from the workshop towards the gate room. He didn’t know why he was going down there, as everyone would have retired for the night, but he had a feeling he would soon find out.

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Sam stared at the clock hanging in her quarters, unsure as to what had woken her at such an early hour. She knew SG-1 wasn’t due to be out for a mission for several hours and, as she listened to the silence that permeated the base, she knew that an alarm had not sounded. With a sigh, she hauled herself out of bed, realising she wasn’t going to get back to sleep, and swiftly threw on some clothes. She slowly became aware of the sound of singing, indistinct and distant but enough to pique her curiosity, and slowly made her way from her room. She was slightly taken aback when she ended up in the gate room, unsure why she was there but certain this was where she had been drawn by the mysterious singing. She looked up at the gate and raised her eyebrows in surprise as she spotted Siler at the top of the ramp, sat crossed legged with the alien object in his lap. Shrugging her slender shoulders slightly, she padded silently up the ramp and lowered herself gracefully to the cold metal beside him. He looked at her, blinking slightly as he took a few seconds to recognise her.
“Any luck?” she asked, her voice hushed.
“Not yet Major” he replied, his voice slightly despondent at his apparent inability to figure out the purpose of the strange object.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out Siler. I have faith in your abilities” she told him, reaching out and gently laying her hand on his arm. She jerked back slightly as a feeling of electricity shot through her, staring intently at Siler as she realised he had felt the same thing. She glanced down as she realised her hand was still on his arm, watching in wonder as his hand covered hers. She looked back up at him, startled by the intensity of his pale blue eyes and the passion that burned within them. Unable to resist, she allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace, fire coursing through her veins as his lips pressed tenderly against hers.

They both heard the strange singing again but were unable to concentrate on it as the fire between them intensified, threatening to overwhelm them unless their needs were satisfied. They pulled away from each other for a moment, gasping for breath as their pulses raced with desire, fumbling with buttons in a desperate race to shed themselves of their clothing. Quickly shedding their uniforms, Siler pulled Sam roughly back into his embrace and kissed her, his lips claiming hers as his tongue forced entry to her mouth. Her hands snaked round his neck, caressing his shoulders as she explored his body desperately. She couldn’t remember having ever felt so aroused as she did at that moment, perhaps because of the man holding her or maybe the risk of being discovered. Whatever the reason, she let go her inhibitions and allowed herself to be swept up in her desires. Her body tingled as Siler’s hands explored her, causing her to shiver with delight as his fingers teased her nipples. She gasped as he laid gentle kisses down her throat and across her collarbone, arching her back slightly as he moved down to the tender flesh of her breasts. A small moan escaped her lips as he took her nipple in his mouth, gently sucking, as his hands moved down her back and over her firm ass. She shivered again as his hand came back up the inside of her thigh and brushed against the hair of her mound. He moved lower, nibbling tenderly as he slowly lowered himself to his knees before her. She needed no encouragement as he gently, but firmly, parted her legs and moved in, his tongue darting slowly over her opening as he tasted her salty wetness. She cried out as he did, running her hands through his short hair as her control began to slip away. He found her clit and gently teased it with his tongue as he slowly sank one finger into her moist well. The slow motion of his finger, combined with her uncontrollable desire for him, broke her and she firmly pulled him up, kissing him savagely as her body demanded satisfaction. Pushing her back against the cold metal of the Stargate, Siler lifted her easily and slowly lowered her onto him, her legs wrapping round his waist as she leant back against the gate and drew him into her.

His hands gripped her hips firmly as his lifted her slightly, before sinking back into her once more. Sam threw her head back, eyes closed as she luxuriated in the sensations coursing through her. Her hands gripped the cold metal of the gate behind her as Siler sank into her again, his thrusts becoming faster as they both edged towards their peak. Moving them away from the gate, Siler lowered them to the hard ramp and thrust into her hard, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Her nails raked down his back as his teeth sank into her neck, hard enough to draw blood as they both reached their peak. They cried out together as they came, their orgasms washing over them in waves as they slumped against the cold metal, exhausted but satisfied.

Beside them the alien object, forgotten in their passionate encounter, glowed a deep red. The singing that had drawn them both to this place began to fade as the glow subsided and the markings began to dissolve back into the smooth metal. By the time the lovers had recovered enough to realise what they had done, the object was just as it had been when the team had found it, unmarked and silently mysterious.

TBC......