Title: Taking Turns

Author: Shane Vansen

Email: the_fourth_dimension@hotmail.com

Category: Sam/Jack romance (established relationship), PWP, Adult

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17. Very NC-17

Content Warning: sexually explicit situations. We ain't talkin' missionary position in the dark here, campers.

Season/Sequel info: Whenever your little heart desires

Spoilers: Nada

Archive: Heliopolis, SJD absolutely; anyone else just let me know

Summary: Look at the title. Then look at the rating. Now *you* tell *me* what it's about

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Feedback: Positive feedback and constructive criticism will make my day. Flames will be used to make s'mores, simply because I haven't had them in a very long time.

Author's notes: Oh my God, where did I find the nerve to write this?! This story is dedicated to all the sex writers out there; I never realised how difficult it was to write good smut 'til I tried it myself. Conversely, I also blame you all for corrupting my innocence. :)

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Finding her on the balcony, he wrapped his arms around her loosely from behind and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "Hey beautiful," he greeted, and though she wrinkled her nose at the endearment he could tell from her light blush and not-quite-suppressed smile that she didn't mind.

Brushing her hair out of the way, he began kissing the outer shell of her ear, then, on a whim, followed with his tongue. She shivered in delight at the sensation and, feeling the unmistakeable beginnings of his arousal, smiled wickedly and wriggled against him more deliberately. His quickly indrawn breath made her giggle. "A little sensitive today, are we?" she asked cheekily.

In retaliation he slid one hand up to her breast, while at the same time his other hand flattened against her lower abdomen, pressing her backside into him more firmly. She gasped, and he chuckled lowly, something she felt as much as heard. "Apparently we are," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. She didn't bother replying, all thought disappearing as he continued his welcome seduction, and she leaned her weight into him, the back of her head coming to rest against his shoulder.

Without warning he slid the hand on her stomach down between her legs, cupping her as he thrust forward. She moaned loudly, her back arching and her head tossing from side to side, and he caught an earlobe lightly between his teeth, sucking on it. "Maybe we should -- God!" he cried out when she grabbed his ass with both hands, holding him still and grinding herself into him forcefully. Panting, he tried to regain control of his voice. "Maybe we should go... go inside," he suggested, sounding strained. Sam ground into him again, smiling with purely female pride at the strangled sound that he made.

"No," she murmured, letting out a small groan of her own as his hand finally worked its way under her shirt, beneath her bra, the skin-on-skin contact heightening the already erotic situation. "I want you inside me now. Right here."

"But we're outside," he protested halfheartedly, wary and yet somehow further turned on by the idea. "Someone might see us." He dragged his tongue along the back of her neck from one side of her jaw to the other, and she gasped as the cool air made contact with the warm moisture he'd left behind.

"We're eleven storeys up," she mumbled, forcing herself to put together a coherent sentence. "It's getting dark. No one will see us." She arched her back when he squeezed her nipple, then nearly fell when he pulled away; she hadn't realised how fully she'd been relying on Jack to keep her upright. Before she could ask what he was doing, Sam heard the unmistakeable sound of his zipper being lowered and smiled triumphantly.

Still behind Sam, Jack reached around her waist and fumbled for her button and zipper, hastily undoing her pants and shoving them out of his way. Sam bent at the waist, bracing herself against the balcony's edge. Jack wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her still and used his other hand to position himself at her opening; with a barely controlled movement, he thrust inside her body. They both moaned loudly at the sensation; with Sam's pants and underwear caught around her knees she wasn't able to spread her legs very far, making for a tighter fit. The increased friction was felt by both.

Jack kept one arm around Sam's waist, his other hand sliding up to squeeze her breast in tandem with his rhythmic thrusting. He leaned over so that his chest rested against her back, nipping gently at her shoulder through her shirt. Sam could do little more than hold tightly to the edge of the balcony, her fingers flexing when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Close," Jack gasped warningly, his movements becoming faster, less controlled. "You?"

She shook her head, knowing that she wasn't as near release as he was, and he moved the arm around her waist down between her legs, his middle finger unerringly finding her clit. She cried out in surprised pleasure, her body trembling at the new sensation. "More," she panted, suddenly very close, and he circled his finger over the bundle of nerves in the way he'd learned would make her come -- which she did, just seconds later. Her body stretched forward, and this slight change in position further tightened her inner muscles. It was more than enough to bring Jack to orgasm, his unrestrained cry echoing off the walls of the enclosed balcony. He collapsed against her back for a long moment, letting her hold his weight, then carefully straightened and withdrew from her body.

With a final trembling breath, Sam also straightened and, pulling up her pants, turned to face him; it was only then that Jack realised he'd barely seen her face since he'd arrived. He hadn't even kissed her.

Deciding to rectify this oversight, Jack cupped her face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss her thoroughly, their tongues battling playfully. Still breathless from their previous actions, the kiss was rather shorter than Jack would have liked, but his lungs soon demanded oxygen. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, both of them panting for breath. "Wow," he said eventually, and she laughed.

"Wow," she agreed, pulling back so that he could see her eyes. The sparkle he saw there and the self-satisfied little smile hovering around her lips told him that she'd enjoyed it at least as much as he had. She grinned at him, then glanced at her watch. "I'm hungry," she announced, the rumble coming from her stomach confirming her statement, and he smiled; she was always hungry after sex. "You?"

"Starving," he answered, capturing her lips in another deep kiss.

***

Later, after they'd eaten and were making their way to bed, Jack stopped Sam in the doorway of her room. "There's something I'd like you to do for me," he told her, uncertain how to phrase his request. She looked up at him, her brow furrowed in mild confusion.

"What?" she asked curiously, cautiously, not quite sure what to make of the tone of his voice. He licked his lips nervously.

Jack didn't know where this sudden desire had come from, but -- "I want to watch you... pleasure yourself," he confessed, watching her carefully. Her eyes widened in surprise and then, for maybe the second time since they'd met, he wasn't able to read the expression on her face. The silence began to stretch, and Jack started to wonder if he'd gone too far. While their sex life had never been what anyone could call conservative, this sudden urge of his required her to open up emotionally more than she ever had before. "Never mind," he backtracked, not wanting to pressure her into anything. "It was just something --"

"I'll do it," she interrupted quietly, smiling at the surprised, then suddenly hungry look that crossed his features. "On one condition," she added, smirking almost evilly. "I get to call in this favour whenever and however I like."

"Deal," he agreed quickly, never having really thought that she'd do it. He kissed her forehead fondly, thinking once again how lucky he was to have this woman in his life.

They entered the room and Sam unearthed a few candles; the sun had long since set and she wasn't comfortable doing what he wanted in full light. Jack settled himself in a chair in the corner of the room near the end of the bed, where he could watch from the shadows.

Sam decided to tease him a bit and started swaying suggestively, grasping the hem of her t-shirt and drawing it slowly over her head. Tossing the shirt out of the way, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, letting gravity pull the straps down her arms as she continued her seductive movements. She quickly stripped off her socks, then turned around, her back to the corner where he sat. Undoing her pants, she pushed them slowly downwards, keeping her legs straight.

Jack moaned softly as he watched, seeing the wetness already beginning to soak through the silky material of her panties. Those she stripped off next, still not bending her knees, her arousal glistening in the candlelight. Jack unconsciously brought a hand to his lap, lightly stroking his growing hardness.

He continued to watch as she lay on top of the bed, making herself comfortable against the pillows before she closed her eyes and brought her hands up. Starting at her neck, she trailed her fingers lightly downwards, around her breasts, down to her stomach, and back up, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She continued to caress her skin -- her arms, her neck, her sides, her stomach, her breasts, barely touching, very arousing.

Next, her hands trailed further downwards; spreading her legs a bit, her fingers glided along her inner thighs, and her hips bucked slightly. She teased herself -- and Jack -- for many long minutes, always coming close to where she most craved her own touch but never quite touching. Finally, unable to take any more, she threw her left arm above her head to grasp the slats of the headboard and allowed the middle finger of her right hand to dip into her wetness, a barely audible sigh escaping her lips. She slid her finger in only slightly, up to the first knuckle, then withdrew, then pressed it in a little further before withdrawing again, until eventually her finger was buried as far as it would go. She then used that finger to spread her arousal, tracing the space between her inner and outer lips but carefully avoiding the most sensitive area, until she finally couldn't stop herself. Brushing her clit firmly, her back arched sharply in response.

In the chair, Jack involuntarily thrust his hips forward, his moan indistinguishable from that of the woman on the bed. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched as Sam alternated between penetration and stimulation, her movements becoming more and more desperate, until she finally thrust two fingers inside of herself and ground her clit against the palm of her hand. "Jack," she moaned as she came, her fingers closing convulsively on the headboard, and he shuddered.

He stood abruptly, stripping off his clothes hurriedly as he watched her come down from her release. "Turn over," he ordered roughly, and she did so without question. She then raised herself to her hands and knees, instinctively knowing what he wanted.

Rearing up on his knees, he grasped her hips and thrust his aching erection deep into her body. "You okay?" he gasped when she whimpered, not slowing his frantic movements. She nodded, lowering her head to rest on her crossed arms; she was still too shaky from her orgasm to support herself. Jack, already aroused almost to the limits of his self-control from watching Sam touch herself, came quickly. He reached around to caress her clit as his body bucked into her involuntarily a final few times, and Sam let out a keening cry at her own sudden release; not having expected to come a second time, she wasn't prepared for the all-encompassing flare of heat that spread so quickly through her body.

Their energy spent, they both fell onto the bed, Jack landing on top of Sam. Neither moved for a long time, trying simply to catch their breath, until Sam nudged Jack's heavy weight off her body. He rolled over onto his back, still panting slightly, and turned his head to look at her. "Are you okay?" he asked, suddenly worried that he'd been too rough.

Still on her stomach, Sam opened one eye to look at him, a lazy smile working its way across her face. "I'm better than okay," she reassured him sleepily, allowing her eye to drift closed again. "Just don't forget that you owe me."

Jack smiled contentedly, sure that he would enjoy whatever she cooked up. "Ready for a shower?" he asked, forcing his exhausted body off the bed. She just groaned, burying her head deeper into the pillow.

"I'm just gonna sleep," she mumbled, already more than halfway to dreamland. Jack made his way to the bathroom, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. Heading back into the bedroom he lifted Sam up and carried her to the side of the tub.

"You'll thank me later," he promised, allowing her body to slide down his until she stood on her feet. They both stepped beneath the warm spray, and Sam wrapped her arms around Jack's waist, trusting him to keep her upright. He held her tightly.

"I love you, you know," he said almost casually, his tender embrace betraying the seriousness of his words.

Sam smiled softly, kissing his chest just above his heart. Though he had been more willing than her to ignore the regulations and pursue their relationship, this was the first time he'd said those words. "I know," she said gently, and she did. It was evident in the way he looked at her, the way he touched her; she'd known for a long time. She tilted her head up for a kiss and he obliged, the water pouring over them both.

Jack picked up the bar of soap and ran it over her body, his fingers soothing stiff muscles she hadn't even been aware of. He cleaned himself off quickly then shut off the water; after towelling themselves dry, the exhausted couple collapsed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

***

A wet heat over his nipple enticed Jack from a deep sleep, and a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan made it past his lips before he was even fully awake. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see a familiar blonde head working its way across his chest. "Sam?" he croaked, not sure what she was up to.

Hearing her name, Sam lifted her head to look at him. "I'm calling in my favour," she explained simply, her innocent look at odds with the sudden predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Already?" he wanted to ask, but the return of her mouth on his chest robbed him of coherent speech. Instead, he let his head fall back onto the pillow, surrenduring himself to whatever she had planned. He moved to cup her face, only to find that he was restrained. "Sam?" he asked again, wondering how the hell he'd slept through being tied, wrists and ankles, spread eagle on the mattress.

Sam lifted her head again, this time looking a little more wary. "Are you okay with this?" she asked a bit anxiously.

He felt a sudden wave of deep affection surge through his body at her obvious concern for him. After the way she'd allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of him, the least he could do was return the favour. "I'll let you know if I'm not," he assured her, once again letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

Sam resumed her actions, kissing her way from his chest past his navel and lower. Purposefully avoiding where he most ached to feel her touch, she skirted his rapidly hardening erection, licking instead the crease where leg met torso. He moaned and squirmed, the ties limiting his movement.

Sam sat up, using her hands to work a path down one leg to his foot, which she massaged. Making sure to first get his attention, she then bent her head and took his big toe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked hard.

Jack, watching her head bobbing over his foot, couldn't stop a primal groan at the erotic image it produced. He wished for a moment that he wasn't tied down, wanting nothing more than to drag her up his body for a kiss.

Sam shifted to his other foot, giving it the same treatment before moving back up his body, even with his waist. Straddling his stomach she leaned down, but instead of kissing him as he'd expected she instead rested her cheek against his, her lips even with his ear. She ran her tongue along the outer shell, much as he had done earlier that night, and he shivered. "Can you feel how much I want you?" she whispered, shifting her lower body slightly. "Can you feel how wet I am for you?" He moaned deep in his throat, then unexpectedly he arched his back as much as his restraints would allow, his stomach muscles increasing the pressure against her already sensitive mound. She gasped, then moaned when he captured her earlobe between his lips. Breathing heavily, she ran her hands up his arms, their fingers instinctively intertwining. Sam stilled, taking a moment to recuperate, then twisted her head to the side and captured Jack's mouth in a deep, erotic kiss.

Pulling away, she rose up on her knees and moved back, positioning herself above his straining erection. Taking her time, she lowered herself centimeter by centimeter, ignoring his attempts to thrust upward. Finally taking him fully inside, she twisted slightly from side to side, trying to find the best angle.

Unlike their frantic coupling of before, Sam took her time, riding him slowly and allowing the pressure to build incrementally. Catching his eye in the pre-dawn light, she smiled wickedly and moved a hand to touch her clit, aroused further when his eyes darkened with increased lust.

Letting her eyes drift shut, tossing back her head, Sam sped up her leisurely movements. She was just this side of the breaking point, her breath coming in almost constant moans, when Jack suddenly thrust upward, breaking her rhythm. The unexpected added pressure was enough, and she cried out, her contracting inner muscles providing enough additional stimulation to trigger Jack's own release. They rode out the subsiding waves before Sam lifted herself off of him and moved wearily to untie his restraints. After flexing his muscles to relieve some of the stiffness, he wrapped his arms around the woman curled against his side. "You can call in a favour anytime you like," he whispered into her hair, and she snorted in amusement.

Pulling the blankets around them, she snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest. "Love you," she mumbled, drifting into an exhausted sleep. He tightened his hold briefly.

"Love you back, beautiful." Pressing a final kiss to the top of her head, he followed her into sleep.

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