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Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you."
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say "nighty night" and kiss me,
Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear
Just saying this:
Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me...

Sam Carter allowed the song to trail off before slugging the alarm clock. As painful as it was, it was time to get up. She made her way to the shower, rubbing the sleep out of her blue eyes. Last night was quite restless for Sam. She tossed and turned as foolish dreams invaded her rest. She shrugged them off as she stepped under the shower. She winced, a cold stream of water hitting her relentlessly. This time she didn't silently curse the irritating plumbing system -- a cold shower was a necessity today.

'A real necessity' she sighed. Those dreams were bound to stick around in her mind for the remainder of the day.

~*~

"That does not seem very healthy, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c tilted his head analytically. Daniel awarded him with a proud smirk,

"That's what makes it *good,* Teal'c."

Teal'c observed in sick fascination as Daniel devoured the raw cookie dough. Teal'c raised an eyebrow, suppressing a disgusted scoff. Daniel almost choked on the thick fluid.

"Now, that's what I call a great breakfast." Daniel chirped with a satisfied grin. Sam and Jack entered the Stargate chamber with amused expressions on their faces.

"Morning, kids. You ready for our little vacation?" Jack asked, inspecting his weapon.

"Vacation, O'Neill?" Teal'c commented. Jack presented him with an incredulous grin. Daniel licked the remains of the cookie dough from his lips and announced, "Yes we are, Jack, only give me a few seconds to take care of something." Daniel brushed past the rest of the team, scampering to his chambers only to emerge moments later with an extra jar of cookie dough. Sam and Jack exchanged puzzled glances with Teal'c.

"I will explain later O'Neill," Teal'c grinned. .

~*~

The team stepped out of the gate. O'Neill sniffed the air, "Something smells good here."

Sam sniffed the air herself and frowned, "Uh, Sir, I can't smell anything." She glanced at Teal'c and Daniel who agreed with her.

Jack turned around, "Aw, come on Major, it's the sweet smell of success. Once again we encounter no problems with the crossing." Jack smiled. Sam frowned. It wasn't like him to be this cheerful before a mission.

"Uh, Sir, are you okay?" Sam inquired.

"I'm perfectly fine, Major. How about you?"

Sam shrugged and proceeded to check on the M.A.L.P. She concluded that she was the only one who wasn't in a good mood. Daniel had a satisfied smirk on his face, Jack was acting like a kid, and even Teal'c wore a goofy grin. She wasn't sure if it was the planet or just her imagination, but her team was acting very strange.

"Sam?" she turned around to face a rather badly sunburned Daniel. She blushed as the images from the previous night came rushing back. She quickly tried to push them away, but the little stare Daniel was giving her only made it worse.

"Don't you men know how to put on protection?" she asked referring to sun-lotion. Daniel's blue eyes widened and he looked painfully embarrassed. Sam mentally slapped herself as the double meaning of her words rang out in her brain.

'Sheesh, Sam, what he hell is wrong with you? One little dream and you fall apart like this?'

Sam turned away as fast as she could and pulled a lotion out of her green knapsack. "Here," she threw it to him. He looked at her, then at the cold plastic bottle in his hand and then her again. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as Daniel smiled sweetly.

"That was real nice, Carter. Now, I hope you have enough for the whole team?" Jack observed her startled reaction with amusement. She frowned and returned to her unpacking. The tents were the first to go up. This was a four-day mission and the sun was already getting to her.

~*~

She could've sworn that the whole team was looking at her strangely. She hadn't felt like this since that time she was forced to wear that sultry pile of fabric they called a dress. It wasn't amusing then, and it sure as hell wasn't amusing now.

"Sam, where do you want to set up the excavation site?" Daniel appeared behind her. She spun around and saw him holding up parts of the standard excavating tools.

"As far away from you guys as possible." She murmured to herself. Daniel scrunched up his nose,

"Sorry?"

Sam stood up, startled with the spoken words that were meant to remain inside her mouth. She gave them a semi-guiltless look and scampered off to where the sand looked more appealing.

"What's eating her?" Jack asked. Daniel watched as Sam started clubbing the hot, soft ground under the excuse of research.

"There is nothing eating MajorCarter, O'Neill." Teal'c raised an eyebrow, glancing at Sam to check if there was indeed something eating Sam.

"Must be that time of the month then." Jack concluded, leaving Daniel fighting to suppress a giggle and the Jaffa looking puzzled as usual.

~*~

She really didn't know what was wrong with her. She figured it had to be the sun. Or the Colonel's remarks. Or Teal'c endless questions. Or Daniel's constant blushing. Or the whole male species, to narrow it down. She took a deep breath and looked up at the sun.

"Should be getting cooler any time now." She heard a temperate voice as Daniel plopped down next to her.

"Yeah, well, let's hope so." She grumbled trying to shoo the anthropologist away. He didn't get it.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked eyeing her worriedly. She frowned and looked at him. So, subtlety didn't really work on Danny as well as she hoped. Time for the deadly-blunt-kick-you-in-the-groin-gonna-make-you-go-away-one-way-or-the-other approach.

"No, Daniel, I don't want to talk. I want to get off this damn sun and into a nice cool bath with a glass of wine on my right and a man on my left." She hissed. Daniel turned a warm crimson color and averted his blue eyes to an nonexistent object in the distance. Needless to say, Sam got her privacy for the rest of the day.

~*~

Nightfall came sooner than she wished it to, and she mumbled a few obscenities as she was forced to snuggle into the sleeping bag. She dragged hers closer to the tent, expecting the men to stay the hell away from her. She sighed happily watching their silhouettes a safe distance away. She laughed and thanked whatever gods created the male ego -- her teammates *never* slept near the tent; it was always used for supplies and equipment. She growled at her suffocating sleeping bag as she slipped out of it.

"Damn."

She was *really* aggravated, for many reasons. First: she didn't *know* why she was. Second: she figured it had to do something with her lack of beauty sleep the night before. Third: she wished to god she wasn't surrounded with all these men -- her energy level was through the roof and she *really* needed to vent.

Not that she would ever do that with any of her teammates. It had nothing to do with their lack of good looks -- on the contrary, she was the envy of every Airwoman on Base (little did they know how things really were. She'd have to ask Janet to stop spreading rumors). No, it was much more crueler than that -- regulations.

First, there was that arrogant, self-absorbed Colonel who was also her superior so he was out due to Sam's inability to come up with better excuses than a virus. Then there was Teal'c. Not much she could do with him, with all the alien stuff. And then there was the innocent-looking klutz a.k.a. Space Monkey. Sam chuckled. Of all the hard-core-crew-cut military men on Base, she had to have those...intriguing...dreams about an anthropologist. Oh, man!

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you But in your dreams, whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me...

Sam turned on her side, trying to think of her happy place and finally get some well-deserved sleep. Just as a nice beach resort came to mind, a low sound made her look up. All her lascivious thoughts dissipated as the noise inside the tent continued. Sam hoped it wasn't a hungry animal she would be forced to shoot, but then again -- she might have use for some shooting practice. She got up quietly, careful not to let the poor prey become aware of her voracious presence. She glided her way to the canvas covered rods and tried to peek at the unsuspecting shadow. She noticed it was not an animal...well, not a bad looking animal, at least. She watched as the muscles tightened on his back and thought how nice it was to have a man cornered like this. She hoped whoever it was, was in a good mood as she jumped the person from behind.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to sneak around?" She asked as the person beneath her wriggled. Sam found herself sitting on top of a very flustered man.

"Well...um, I wasn't sneaking around...I thought you were asleep and, uh, I didn't want to wake you...uh, up"

Sam lowered her head and squinted her eyes, trying to get a closer look at the shy man pinned under her, "Daniel?" her first instinct was to jump the hell away from him, but then noticed something that made her smile.

"Gee, I guess you're kinda *happy* to see me."

"I presume you won't buy the 'that's only my sidearm' routine?" he tried to keep his cheeks a normal color.

She shook her head, blowing away a few blond locks, "Maybe I would if you actually owned one."

Sam smiled victoriously as the anthropologist squirmed beneath her.

"Uh, Sam?" he said, trying to get her off.

"Yes, Daniel?" She asked innocently. Boy, was she glad that he wasn't military. Reason one: one word from him and she would be court marshaled. Reason two: he couldn't order her to get up. And sweetest of all reasons: he couldn't get away -- he wasn't trained. He was trapped like the scared little animal that she thought he was.

Daniel started stuttering something but Sam interrupted him. Man, she was gonna play tonight no matter what.

"What were you doing here, Danny?" she asked not moving from his stomach, circling her fingers playfully over his tense chest. Her voice sounded mischievous and her lips were curled in an evil smile. He looked at her, his glasses reflecting the barely visible moonlight.

"I, uh...felt like having a snack, um...so..." Daniel managed to stammer out. Sam strained her eyes to see what he was holding in his right hand. She fought to suppress a chuckle as she spotted a plastic jar of cookie dough.

"Well, that's my favorite." She said to no one in particular.

~*~

Daniel frowned in confusion as Sam snatched his cookie dough and opened it. What the hell was she doing? Not that he didn't find it...enjoyable.

"So, Danny, you like cookie dough, huh?" Sam asked friskily and he looked at her. She still had a strange twinkle in her eyes and a seductive smile on her lips. He gasped as she reached for his shirt.

Oh, man, what the hell was she doing?

He got his answer soon enough as her warm hands skillfully unbuttoned his fatigues. Before he had time to react, Sam sat on him with her hands running over his exposed chest. His eyes widened as her fingers made their way to his belt.

~*~

Sam was pleased. Sam was *very* pleased. His sharp intake of breath gave her all the invitation she needed. She brushed the tips of her fingers over the brim of his boxers and trailed her nails over his lower abdomen.

She insatiably glanced over at the plastic jar and grabbed it, relishing in the cool sensation. The bottle was cold, but Sam hoped the dough was pliant as she removed the top. Daniel's large, blue eyes held a twinge of alarm but Sam could *feel* that he *was* having fun.

"You know, I had a dream that was remarkably close to this." She noted as Daniel stiffened. She brushed her cold hand over his warm chest and poured a trail of cookie dough down his stomach.

~*~

Man, was she out of her mind? Am I? Daniel fought the urge to grab Sam by her hips and throw her to the hard ground. As her lustful lips licked the remains of the cold cookie dough, Daniel found it *very* hard to concentrate of producing coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. She eagerly caressed his stomach with her tongue as her hands slowly moved up and down his chest.

Then he remembered who the woman sitting on him...making him ache in all the right places...was.

"Sam!" he shouted as the implications and consequences of their impending actions came into focus. He propped himself onto his elbows and succeeded in gaining some freedom -- Sam was too involved with his chest, and the little oblivious moment provided Daniel with an opportunity to catch her off guard. He slid from underneath her, leaving a very disappointed Sam to sit on the firm dirt. She pouted like a brat, but that gave Daniel time to talk his way out of a potentially dangerous...but extremely pleasant...no, *definitely* dangerous situation!

"Sam, what the hell was that about?" he asked, his voice still a half-pant. He gulped as Sam fixed her deep blue eyes on him and said in a seductive whisper,

"I just wanna play, Danny."

~*~

Sam wasn't giving up. He came here and got himself in trouble. It wasn't her fault and she wouldn't have him turn her on and then escape. No, no, not this time. She stood up and cornered the handsome anthropologist against a shaky canvas wall. He stammered something about Jack and Teal'c coming in, but she found a way to shut him up. Her lips landed on his in a passionate joining and as Sam pressed against him harder, she felt Daniel's body betraying him. She smiled against his tender lips and gently enveloped her hands around his neck.

~*~

Daniel gave up trying to talk sense into her. Instead he returned her kisses just as passionately. Her lips and neck were appetizing, still tasting of the sweet cookie dough. He felt a craving but it wasn't for cookies. He ran a hand along her thigh and leg as she moaned something about finally satisfying her fantasies. He wasn't listening -- he had too much on his mind...and his hands. His shirt was long gone and Sam's was joining his on the floor, followed by two burning silhouettes, stumbling their way to the cold floor. She never once removed her lips from his as the annoying clothing objects quickly departed.

~*~

Sam laughed as Daniel wavered over her, but suddenly stopped and appreciatively groaned as his mouth found his way south. She practically growled and intensified her research. She straddled the anthropologist and found a comfortable place as she lowered herself onto him. He gasped at the touch. Sam grinned and set the tempo.

~*~

Daniel was going to kill her. Why the hell haven't they done this before? As the tantalizingly slow strokes carried him closer to his release he couldn't for the life of him think of a reason how this little encounter could be harmful. And then came the point where he couldn't think, period. He clutched her hips as they both tensed with ecstasy. He screamed her name and heard his own name happily whispered.

~*~

"Sam!" Daniel snapped up from his bed. Oh man, what a dream! He panted as his heart refused to return to its normal rate. Whoa, that was *some* dream! He got out of the bed and walked over to the bathroom, grinning and humming an old tune.

~*~

Sam shook her head, trying to push her damn dreams away. As far away as possible. She turned on the radio, hoping some midnight music would distract her from her little fantasy. She rolled her eyes as the room echoed with a song,

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me...

Sam shut the stupid radio off and walked over to the fridge. She opened it up, grabbed some orange juice and returned to bed.

"I really need to get out more." She mumbled and wondered why in god's name she had a craving for cookie dough.