"Pas De Deux" By Arla

Title: Pas De Deux*

Author: Arla

Rating: NC-17/R

Classification: Sam and Jack Romance

Spoilers: None

Archive: Sam and Jack Relationship, Heliopolis, my site. Everyone else please ask.

Summary: Sam finds a unique way to tell Jack how she feels about him.

Disclaimer: Everything but the plot and minor characters, belong to Gekko, Double Secret and MGM. No money is being made from this. I'm only having a little fun. The lyrics within belong to the following: "My Heart Belongs To You" by Peabo Bryson & Regina Troupe; "I Don't want to Miss A Thing" by Diane Warren.

Notes: As always kudos to my beta reader. *Dance for two.

*****

The slamming locker door reverberated throughout the locker room. With a heavy sigh, Sam Carter turned away from her locker and sat on the long bench.

"Hey Sam." Janet Frazier said as she poked her head inside the door. "What's......" she stopped and frowned when she noticed the look on her friend's face. Frazier stepped into the room and crossed to the bench, taking a seat beside her friend. "What's the matter Sam?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Oh, Janet I don't know what to do?" Sam sighed softly.

"About what?"

"Here I am a grown woman and I'm mooning about like a love sick teenager."

Frazier smiled. "In love are we?"

"That obvious?" Sam asked and Janet nodded.

"Anyone I know?" Frazier asked, although she had a sneaking suspicion she already knew who the man in question was.

"Yes."

"So, what's the problem?"

"Oh, where do I start? I can't concentrate on my work whenever I'm around him. It's against regulations. He's my friend and I don't want to lose that friendship. I don't know if he feels the same way. Shall I go on?" Sam gave her friend a wry smile.

"Colonel O'Neill?"

"Yes, it shows that much?"

"Sam, a person would have to be blind not to notice the sexual tension whenever you and Jack O'Neill are in the same room." Frazier told her with a smile.

"I think you're exaggerating just a little."

"Am I?"

"I don't know." Sam sighed. "I want to tell him how I feel and find out once and for all if he feels the same way. I don't know how to tell him and not jeopardize our friendship, if that's all he feels for me. I just need to know so that I can move on."

"So you want a nice, safe way to tell the man that you love how you feel?"

"Yes."

Janet thought for a moment and then a huge grin spread across her features. "I think I have got it. Can you sing?"

Sam frowned. "Uhm yes, I guess so, why?"

"Well, I have this friend and he and his wife run this nightclub downtown. It's very classy, modeled after the clubs from the 40's. They have a live orchestra with a lead singer. They do mostly music from the 40's and 50's but they do play modern music. Anyway here's what I have in mind. Janet said as she leaned forward and quietly laid out her plan.

*****

Later that evening Sam took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the nightclub. She stepped inside and paused, looking around. The club was nearly empty, the staff were moving about preparing for the patrons that would be arriving soon. A tall dark-haired man stepped away from the bar and crossed over to her.

"I'm sorry but we're still closed."

"Uhm, I'm Sam Carter. I believe I'm expected?" she told him and the man smiled.

"Yes, Janet told us to expect you, welcome. I'm Joseph Sanderson and this is my wife Denise." He gestured to the tall brunette who had crossed to his side.

"Janet told us what you wanted and we're more than happy to help" Denise smiled

"Thank you."

"Now, our patrons won't be arriving for a few hours yet and so we have some time. The orchestra is waiting for you and will practice with you until your debut on Friday." Joseph smiled.

When Sam looked a little wary, he smiled "Don't worry everything will be just fine." he said as he led her across the club to where the orchestra was practicing.

***** 

It was Friday and Jack was looking forward to going home and kicking back with a beer and a ball game. He stepped into the locker room to find it unoccupied. As he approached his locker he frowned upon seeing a cream colored envelope taped to the door. He looked around and found noone nearby. Taking the envelope from the door he opened it an found a short typed message.

"A surprise awaits you. Be at the address below at 8 pm tonight. And all shall be revealed. P.S, The dress is formal."

Jack grimaced and crossed over to the waste basket. He was in the process of crumpling up the note when he stopped himself. His curiosity got the better of him. ~ What the hell~ he thought. He really had nothing better to do tonight and he really was curious about where the note had come from. Changing his clothes he left the locker room andheaded for the elevator.

***** 

Promptly at five minutes to eight Jack arrived at the address on the note. The bright neon sign outside the building said. "The Big Band Club". He parked his car in the lot and moved to the entrance. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a man in a tuxedo.

"Good evening sir."

"Evening. Some how I get the feeling that I'm expected. My name is Jack O'Neill."

"Oh yes Mr. O'Neill, welcome. I'm the owner of the club Joseph Sanderson" The man turned and motioned to tall brunette in an elegant 40's style evening gown. "Denise. " he said when she approached. "This is Mr. O'Neill."

"Hello."she smiled "We have your table all ready. Just follow me."

Denise led Jack across the crowded club to a table right in front of the stage. "Can I get you anything from the bar?"

"A beer please."

"Of course." Denise replied and slipped away. Minutes later she returned with a tall glass of beer. "Enjoy the show." said and moved away again.

Minutes later, Sanderson stepped up onto the stage and crossed to the lone microphone.

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to the Big Band Club. Before we bring on the big band sound and smooth vocals of Jessica Keene and her band we have a special treat for you. Tonight we have a young lady who has a special message for one very lucky man out in our audience. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Big Band Club is proud to introduce the sexy, sultry vocals of Sam."

Jack's head shot up at the name. "No it couldn't be the same Sam." he muttered to himself.

The heavy velvet curtains were pulled back and the spotlights were brought up to show a lone grand piano and Sam.....his Sam. She was dressed in a red evening gown covered with sequins that captured the light. The piano began playing a soft haunting melody. Sam grasped the mic and then looked straight at him and began to sing. Her voice was soft and sensuous as the words flowed from her.

Sam's voice trailed off in a soft breathy whisper and the crowd went wild, whistling and clapping. "Thank you." Sam murmured softly and tried to gauge Jack's reaction.

Sanderson was at her side a moment later and held up his hands forsilence. Once the audience had quieted he smiled. "Thank you, thankyou all for such a warm welcome for Sam. Now one more thing before we bring out Jessica Keene. Could Sam's lucky someone join us on stage?"

The audience clapped again in encouragement and Sam held her breath,not knowing what to expect. Still in a state of semi-shock, Jack got up from his chair and crossed to the steps at the side of the stage. He climbed up onto the stage and walked towards the center. As he drew closer he watched Sam and could read the uncertainty and trepidation in her gaze, and he knew that she was afraid he would be angry with her.

Without a word Jack stopped at her side and gently took her hand and the smile she gave him lit up the room like no spotlight could. The audience continued their applause until Sanderson once again spoke.

"On behalf of all of us here at the Big Band Club, we'd like to offer our congratulations and best wishes and present Jack and Sam with dinneron us. And now, Ladies and Gentlemen we bring you Jessica Keene and the Big Time Band." Sanderson finished and led Jack and Sam off the stage as Jessica began her set.

At the stage edge Sanderson smiled. "Denise will be around in a few minutes with your dinner."

"Thank you Joe." Sam said quietly.

"No problem, anything to help out a friend of Janet's. Enjoy your evening." he finished and moved away.

Still holding Sam's hand, Jack led her to the table that he had occupied earlier.

Sanderson reached his wife and gave her a smile. "Just give them a few minutes and then take over their dinner and a bottle of our best champagne."

"Okay." Denise nodded and cast her eyes across the room to were Jack and Sam sat.

Sam looked across the table at a silent Jack. It was difficult to gauge his mood but if his silence was any indication..... she frowned. ~You blew it Samantha!~ she scolded herself. ~You really blew it this time!~ Taking a deep breath Sam decided to salvage what remained of her dignity and pride and give Jack an easy out.

"Sir, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." she began and hated herself for the tremor in her voice. "This was a really stupid idea!" she finished and moved to get up, but Jack reached out and grasped her hand gently.

"Don't go." he said softly and looked into her eyes. "I'm the one who is sorry Sam, for a lot of things but mostly for not telling you how I felt much sooner. I was.....am stunned and flattered that you would do all this just to tell me how you feel. It took a lot of guts to get up there and do what you did and I've been such a coward."

"You're not a coward, Sir, anything but." Sam told him softly.

"In most things.... military matters, no, but things like this...." his voice trailed off and then he reached out to take her other hand and pull them both close. "I'm not very good at letting people know what I'm feeling, it's difficult for me. What I'm trying to say, in a round about way is that I love you Sam, I have for some time now and that knowledge scared the hell out of me."

"Why?" she asked in a soft whisper.

"Because loving you meant letting you get close, letting you into my heart and taking the risk of maybe losing you...I've lost so much...more than you know and I don't think I could go through that ever again. And also because when I finally admitted to myself how I felt about you, I realized that I've never felt this deeply about anyone else before, even Sara, and I thought that wasn't possible. I'm sorry Sam for not telling you all this sooner. I'm sorry for not telling you that you've given me a reason to go on. You give my life meaning and purpose and I bless the day that you walked into my life." Jack finished in a low whisper, his

voice husky with emotion.

"Jack." Sam whispered, tears glistening in the sapphire depths of her eyes. She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their faces were mere inches apart. "I love you." she murmured and saw the smile in his eyes as he drew closer and brushed his lips lightly against her own.

"Excuse me." Denise said quietly as she approached the table. Jack and Sam pulled apart and turned to face the woman. "I'm sorry to interrupt but Joe and I would like you to have some champagne." she smiled and motioned a waiter forward. He set down two champagne flutes and placed the ice bucket and champagne next to Jack.

"And for dinner." Denise continued. "Chateau Briande with Hollandaise sauce, honey glazed baby carrots and braised potatoes and Cherries Jubilee for dessert." she finished and another set of waiters approached and set the plates down in front of them.

"This is lovely Denise, thank you." Sam smiled.

"Yes, everything looks delicious, thank you." Jack smiled

"You're both very welcome." the woman smiled. "Now enjoy." she finished and stepped away leaving Jack and Sam alone once again.

"Ooh I'm stuffed. I don't think I could eat another bite." Sam smiled as she pushed her dessert plate away.

"Me either." Jack returned her smile and then got up, moving to stand in front of Sam's chair. He held out his hand. "How about working off this scrumptious meal with a dance?"

"I'd love to." Sam smiled and slipped her hand into his.

With Sam's hand tucked into the warmth of his, Jack led her out onto the crowded dance floor. He stopped at the edge of the group and pulled Sam close.

The music ended and Jack and Sam stopped dancing, clapping with the rest of the dancers.

"Thank you." Jessica Keene smiled. "We'd like to do something a little different for you now, a small change of pace. And we'd like to dedicate this next song to Jack and Sam." she finished and then nodded to her band. The music began, a definite modern but beautiful sound.

As the song began, Jack pulled Sam tight against him, his hands pressed warmly to the small of her back. Sam draped her arms lightly around his neck and their gazes met and held as they began to dance.

Sam smiled softly as she looked into Jack's warm brown eyes. If ever there was truth to the saying 'The eyes are the windows to the soul' such it was with this man, for there in his eyes, clearly unmasked, was all that was in his heart, all that was in his soul. In his eyes she could see all that he very rarely showed to others: the gentleness, the compassion, the deeply buried sorrow and pain, and just the slightest hint of vulnerability. His were eyes that no matter what the situation she could always find comfort there. Even in the most dire of situations when he looked at her his eyes would soften and she could read the compassion and gentleness in their depths.

Jack looked deep into the clear sapphire depths of Sam's eyes and marveled at the fact that she truly loved him. Sam loved him with all of his faults and failings and his battered and bruised soul. And he wondered what he had ever done to deserve her. He raised a hand to her face and trailed gentle fingers down her cheek, his thumb tenderly brushing across the fullness of her lower lip.

Slipping his hand around to cup the back of her head, Jack drew Sam's mouth to his. His lips brushed butterfly light over hers and Sam moaned softly, her tongue darted out to brush his lips a small plea for him to deepen the kiss. Jack obliged her by parting his lips and slipping his tongue into her mouth to meet her own. The music wove a seductive webaround them and soon they were lost in it , aware of nothing else but each other. Several moments later the sound of clapping broke the moment, telling them that the song was over and they broke apart.

"Thank you." Jessica nodded. "Now, I'm going to give my voice a rest for a few moments , but the Big Time Band will continue playing for your dancing pleasure and will start with some Glen Miller."

As the bright tones of æIn The Mood' began Jack and Sam joined in with the others dancing to the cheerful music. It was several songs later when they stepped off the dance floor and returned to their table.

"I haven't danced like that in a long time." Sam laughed as she sankinto the chair.

"Me either. Wanna call it a night?" Jack asked.

"Yah," Sam nodded and stood up. "I just have to get my things from the back." she told Jack and he nodded. "I'll be right back." she added and moved away.

Sam returned minutes later with a small tote bag over one shoulder. "Ready." she told Jack with a smile and they headed for the door. They were just reaching it when Sanderson called.

"Wait just one moment."

Sam and Jack stopped and watched the man as he crossed to the bar, spoke a moment with the bar tender and then returned with another bottle of champagne.

"Here. One for the road."Sanderson said as he held out the bottle.

"Oh, we couldn't possibly." Sam protested.

"Please, take it with you. Denise and I want you to have it."

"All right, thank you." Jack responded and took the bottle. "Thanks for everything." he added as he held out his hand.

"You're very welcome." Sanderson smiled as he shook Jack's hand

"Thank you." Sam murmured as she pressed a kiss to Sanderson's cheek.

He nodded and gave Sam a smile watching as the couple stepped outside.

They paused outside the club and Jack turned to Sam, and gave her a soft smile at the unspoken invitation he saw in her eyes. "Why don't you follow me." she told him softly and he nodded.

Slipping her arm through his, Sam led Jack over to her car. He waited until she was safely inside before turning back to his car.

*****

Jack pulled his car into the driveway and parked it behind Sam's. He got out and followed her to the door. He waited behind her as she turned the key in the lock and opened the door. Following her inside, Jack turned and closed the door behind them. He turned the lock as Sam crossed to the end table and flipped on the light. Sam tossed her tote bag on the sofa then crossed to the answering machine on the desk. Seeing the blinking message light, Sam hit rewind, then play and smiled when Janet's voice filled the room.

"Hi it's me. I guess you're not home yet so things must be going well. Call me, I wanna know how your evening went." Frazier's voice trailed off and the tape stopped.

"So," Jack's voice rumbled from close behind her. "How did your evening go?" he asked, humor in his voice.

Sam smiled and turned to face him. "I'm not sure. It's not over yet, is it?" she countered with a playful purr.

"Not by a half." Jack replied in a low, husky growl and bent his head towards hers. Sam smiled and raised her hand, pressing a restraining finger to his lips.

"First things first. O'Neill." she told him and then took a step back. She slipped the champagne bottle from his grasp. "I'll put this in the fridge." she told him with a smile and stepped away. Jack watched her disappear into kitchen with an amused smile.

When Sam stepped from the kitchen a few minutes later, she saw that Jack had removed his jacket and tie, undoing several buttons on his shirt and had slipped off his shoes.

"Comfortable?" Sam asked with a smile and he turned to face her, returning her smile with a nod. Sam kicked off her heels and moved towards him, stopping mere inches from him and looked up into his eyes.

"Where were we?" Jack asked huskily, a smile lighting his passion laced dark eyes. Sam returned his smile and took his hand in her own and led him to the stairs. Jack followed her up into the loft bedroom and his eyes quickly scanned the semi-dark room. There was skylight above the queen-sized bed and the moonlight streamed in, illuminating the bedroom in its soft glow. Just at the top of the stairs, Sam turned to Jack and pressed herself close.

"I want you, Jack." she told him, her voice husky with desire.

"I want you, too." he responded in an equally husky tone.

"Mmm, but I want you now, right now." Sam growled as she reached up and pulled his head down to hers. She kissed him forcefully, her tongue darting boldly between his teeth and Jack moaned as he followed suit, their tongues dueling for control.

Jack moved, pushing gently, until the wall met Sam's back. His hands lowered and found the split in the side of her gown. He caressed up her stocking clad leg until he reached the lacy, garter-less top and traced the pattern against her thigh.

Jack's expert caresses set Sam's body on fire and she moaned into his mouth as his hands traveled further inward, brushing against her, feeling and testing the wetness that soaked through her panties.

Sam pulled her lips from Jack's and, without looking away from his passion-dark eyes, hiked up the skirt of her dress and pulled off her panties. She kicked them away and watched the arousal flair in Jack's eyes as her hands dropped to his waist. Her fingers deftly unfastened his belt and then the button and zipper. With her eyes locked tight with Jack's, Sam slipped her hand between the waistband of his briefs.

Jack closed his eyes and dropped his head back, releasing a low ragged moan as Sam's cool fingers closed around him and freed his hot, hard length.

Jack's tongue slipped into Sam's mouth and his hands moved around to cup her buttocks and lifted her. Sam wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles together. Jack pulled his lips from hers, and holding her gaze he used the wall for leverage as he shifted and slid deeply into her.

Sam gasped as he entered and filled her then wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against Jack's as he began to move within her.

Mouths met and tongues moved together, soft sighs and impassioned moans filled the room as desire grew. Each caress, each thrust carried them both into mind numbing ecstasy.

"Jack, Jack..." Sam moaned as Jack thrust into her, again and again increasing the speed and depth with each stroke, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Sam's head fell back, resting against the wall as ecstasy overwhelmed her and tossed her over the pinnacle. A hoarse cry of release escaped her as she climaxed and waves of pleasure coursed her body. She shuddered, leaning forward and tucked her head in the curve of Jack's neck and shoulder. She pressed her lips to his neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat-damp skin. Sam held on to Jack as he continued to thrust into her, striving for release.

Jack release followed moments later, his hips bucked one last time and Sam's name exploded from his lips as he came.

Sam's hands smoothed through his hair and she pressed a kiss to Jack'sforehead.

"Wow." she murmured against his temple.

"You can say that again." Jack replied in a breathless voice and tilted his head back to look into her eyes.

"Wow." Sam countered with a grin.

Jack chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "But next time," Jack said quietly as he ran a gentle finger down her nose, then pulled away and set her on her feet. Taking Sam's hand he drew her across the room until they stood beside the bed. "We take it slow." he finished with a soft smile.

Sam nodded and returned his soft smile, then her fingers found the zipper of her dress and slid it down. Seconds later the dress pooled at her feet, followed by the stockings and lacy bra. Sam stood before him unashamedly nude and the moonlight from the skylight bathed and caressed every delicate curve. Sam smiled softly as Jack's eyes roamed hungrily over her body. She stepped closer to him and placed her palms in the center of his chest. With a gentle push Jack fell back onto the bed and Sam moved to straddle him. He smiled as his hands settled on her waist and she leaned over him. "We may go slow," she drawled playfully "But I get to go first." she grinned.

"Really?" Jack responded with a low, husky growl.

"Really. My house, my rules." Sam finished with a low purr then bent her head and she brushed her tongue across his lips. She grinned wickedly when she was rewarded with Jack's impassioned moan and she moved further down. Her tongue trailed along his warm flesh through the open V of his shirt moving until she met the resistance of a button. Lifting her head for a brief second, Sam flashed Jack a seductive grin before bending her head once again. Her teeth closed around the topmost, closed button on Jack's shirt and bit through the thread. She gave him another wicked grin as she spit the button out and moved to the next, and the next until there were no buttons left. Pushing aside the ruined pieces of his shirt, Sam pressed her lips to Jack's bare chest, trailing small kisses along the expanse of warm flesh. She smiled when she felt the rippling and tensing of his stomach muscles as her lips brushed lightly over his abdomen and her grin grew feral as a perfectly wicked idea crossed her mind.

Jack jumped in shock and moaned as Sam began to gently nibble on his stomach. ~Lord! He'd never been so turned on in his life!~

Sam sat back and smiled then slid off the end of the bed and stood. Her hands settled on Jack's hips, grasping his pants and briefs and pulled them off, along with his socks and they joined the small pile of clothes on the floor. Jack sat up and held out his hand to her. Sam slipped her hand into the warmth of his and he pulled her back onto the bed. She stretched out beside him and Jack pulled her tight against his body, his erection trapped between them. His hand lifted to tenderly brush through her hair and slide down the smoothness of her cheek., thumb brushing across her lips.

"I love you." he whispered, his voice barely audible and then with a hand cupping the back of her head, he drew her lips to his for a passionate kiss. With his lips still locked tight with hers, Jack rolled until Sam was beneath him. His lips left hers to trail a path of liquid fire down her body. Sam gasped sharply, then moaned as he nuzzled her breast. Her hands threaded through his hair and pressed him closer as his tongue swirled around her nipple, gently lapping and teasing.

 Jack's lips moved further down her body, trailing a fiery path, licking, teasing, tongue tantalizing and by the time he reached her delicately painted toenails, Sam thought she would go mad with the exquisite torture.

"Jack!" she called out in a low ragged moan.

He ran his tongue along her instep before looking up and giving her awicked grin. "Yes?" he enquired playfully.

"Come here!" she growled.

"Well, only if you ask nicely." he chuckled.

"Now, O'Neill!"

Jack grinned, his brown eyes alight with mischief and arousal. He slidback up her body and she accepted the weight of his body willingly as he pressed his mouth to her ear. His tongue flicked out to tease and trace the delicate curves, his breath hot against her skin.

"Mmm, Jack." Sam moaned as her hands caressed the broad expanse of his back and moved to cup the taut muscles of his buttocks. "Now, Jack." she moaned. "Please!"

Jack raised up on his arms, and looked down into Sam's passion flushed face, before he captured her lips with his own , tongue slipping into her mouth as he shifted and slid deeply into her. Sam moaned into his mouth as Jack began to move, sliding in and out with slow steady strokes. She arched her hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust as his tempo increased.

Sam closed her eyes as the sweet sensations suffused throughout her body and Sam knew that she was close, very close.

"Open your eyes." Jack breathed huskily in her ear and she complied, meeting his dark arousal filled gaze. "I want to watch you come."

Their gazes locked tight and each watched the other as arousal built and peaked. They climaxed together, voices blending together in a song of pleasure.

Jack rolled, taking Sam with him and pulling her close until she was tucked against his side. Sam cuddled closer to his warmth, tucking her head in the curve of his neck and shoulder, draping her leg intimately across him. Her hand settled on his chest and her fingers absently combed through the light mat of hair.

 "What are you thinking?" Jack asked softly as he stilled her hand and drew it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm.

"That we should have done this a lot sooner."

"Amen to that." Jack chuckled.

"I was also thinking, how much trouble we'd be in if the wrong people found out."

"I know, we'll just have to be careful, that's all." Jack replied. "Things'll work out, they always do."

"It's interesting to hear you say that." Sam said quietly

"Why?"

"Well, because of what happened to Charlie." she said softly.

"It's still painful, yes, but I've come to accept it and I've realized that if Charlie hadn't passed away I most likely wouldn't have taken the Abydos mission , nor returned to the SGC. If that never happened then I would never have met you. So., like I said, things always work out one way or another."

"But...." Sam began.

"There are no buts, Sam. What is......is and we have to accept the changes that life gives us or we'd never be able to go on."

"How did you get to be so wise?" she questioned softly, lifting her head slightly so that she could look down into his eyes.

"By learning the hard way, Sammy." he whispered and kissed her tenderly.

Sam smiled a the use of the nickname. She'd always hated being called that as a child and a teenager, but found that now, especially from Jack, she enjoyed hearing it.

"You call me that in front of anyone else and I'll cut out your heart." she threatened playfully.

"Deal" Jack chuckled and brushed his lips across her forehead.

Sam settled her head on his chest and Jack's hand rose to her head, his fingers combing through the strands of her hair in a gentle caress. "Sleep now." her lover murmured as his fingers traced the outline of her ear and jaw.

Sam sighed and closed her eyes, snuggling closer. Her senses filled with the warm scent of him; the spicy aroma of his aftershave, the subtle musky tang of perspiration blending with a scent that was uniquely ----Jack. She smiled and with the gentle sound of his heartbeat in her ear acting as her lullaby, drifted off to sleep.

*****

The last wispy memory of Sam's dream floated away and she awoke. She stretched and opened her eyes, smiling at the solid warmth she felt beside her. Turning her head, Sam looked at Jack. He was sprawled on his stomach, arms folded beneath his head and clutching his pillow as though he were a little boy and the pillow was a teddy bear. His head was turned towards her and his face was relaxed and at peace. Asleep, he seemed so vulnerable, like a little lost boy.

Pressing a kiss to his temple, Sam let him sleep and climbed from the bed. She closed the blind over the skylight, shutting out the early morning sunlight and plunged the room into semi-darkness.

Crossing to the bathroom, Sam turned on the light and partially closed the door. She moved to the tub and smiled. The tub was what had sold her on the house. It was huge and could easily fit two people. The taps, instead of being at the head of the tub were on the side wall. Putting in the plug, she turned on the taps and then reached for the bath oil that sat on a small shelf above the taps. She poured the sweet smelling oil into the hot water and soon the bathroom was filled with scented steam. Once the water was to the level she liked, Sam turned it off and slid into the tub, settling down with a sigh. Resting her head back she closed her eyes and let the hot water relax and soothe her.

It was sometime later when she heard Jack call. "Sam?"

"In here, Jack." she answered and seconds later the door opened and he strode in, unashamedly nude. Sam's eyes roamed appreciatively over his physique, taking in the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders, the light dusting of hair on his chest that tapered down over the flat plain of his belly, lean hips and strong corded muscles in his thighs. Her eyes were drawn to the dark nest of curls and that part of him that made him undeniably male,that part that at the moment was dormant.

~The sleeping dragon.~ she thought with a tiny smile

"Like what you see, Sammy?" Jack drawled playfully.

Sam blushed at having been caught staring and when she met his gaze she saw amusement and latent desire coloring his dark eyes. "Mmm, yes, what's not to like." she finally replied, her voice a low throaty purr. Sam smiled when she saw the desire flare to life in his eyes and then answering response in his loins.

"Come in flyboy, the water's fine." she drawled with a enticing grin.

Jack smiled and crossed to the tub, slipping into the water and settling down across from Sam. Reaching out, he took her foot in his hand and pulled it close, his fingers massaging her instep and toes, fingers sliding up to her ankle and back again.

Sam sighed and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensual pleasure his fingers evoked.

Jack watched her with a smile and thought that if Sam were a cat she would be purring about now. His grin widened and turned mischievous. What he had in mind would probably result in his death by Sam's hands, but what the hell. What's life without a little danger?

With his grin broadening, Jack slid his fingers back up and wrapped them around Sam's ankle, then with a gentle tug he pulled her under the water. He quickly released her and she came up coughing and sputtering. Jack laughed at her expression and she tossed him a glare.

"Oh you are a dead man O'Neill! You are so going to get it!" she threatened and picked up the water-logged sponge beside her and threw it. The sponge hit him dead center of his face with a wet splat and dropped into the water, splashing him again.

 Jack shook his finger at her. "That wasn't very nice."

"And what you did to me was? You started this." Sam grinned and playfully splashed him.

"This is war!" Jack growled, a feral glint in his eyes and splashed her. Sam shrieked indignantly and retaliated, splashing him again.

Laughter punctuated the sound of splashing as the war escalated until everything in close proximity of the bathtub was soaked.

Jack lunged and caught Sam by the wrists. He hauled her against him, holding her so that her wrists were pinned between them. When she struggled he pulled her wrists behind her back, though not in a hold that was tight enough to hurt her.

"Do you concede?" he growled playfully.

"Never!" Sam growled back and fought against his hold, the action pressing her naked body more intimately against him and she smiled wickedly at the desire she saw flare in his eyes.

"How about a truce?" Jack muttered huskily.

"Mmm, what did you have in mind?" she purred as she nuzzled his nose with her own.

"Hmm, well." Jack began as he gently nibbled on the tip of her nose then moved down to nip her bottom lip. "How, about this for starters?" he added and brushed his tongue over the curve of her lips. Sam moaned and parted her lips, hungrily accepting the plundering invasion of his tongue.

As the kiss grew more hungry, Jack loosened his hold on Sam and her hands immediately threaded through his hair, pulling his mouth more firmly against hers as their tongues battled for dominance.

The heat of his erection was firm against her belly as Sam pressed herself closer. She pulled her lips from his and her breath was hot in his ear as she spoke. "Why don't we take this someplace else?"

"I've got a better idea." Jack replied , his voice think and heavy with desire.

A wide ledge ringed the tub and Jack slid up out of the water and sat on it. He leaned his back against the tile wall then reaching down, he wrapped his arm around Sam's waist and pulled her up to sit astride his lap.

"How's that?" he whispered huskily as his hands spanned her slender waist and pulled her close to his hardness.

"Mmm, much better." Sam purred and rocked her hips against Jack, eliciting a low, ragged moan from him.

"You don't fight fair, Major." Jack growled

"All's fair in love and war, Colonel." she replied with a mischievous smile curving her lips.

Jack responded by kissing her fiercely, then his lips blazed a fiery trail down her throat and across her collarbone. His tongue tasted the salt of her skin and stopped at the valley between her breasts. His lips closed over one sensitive nipple, suckling greedily and Sam moaned as her head fell back and her hands threaded through his hair pushing him closer to her.

When his mouth moved to her other breast and paid it equal attention, Sam dropped her hands to his shoulders. Her fingers caressed his warm flesh then moved to his back tracing the furrow of his spine, her short nails lightly scratching, and she smiled when she heard his answering moan and felt his muscles quiver beneath her touch. She reached the base of his spine, fingers dancing lightly over the curve of his firm butt before traveling inward, caressing his hips and thighs.

Jack's moan was low, hoarse and ragged when her hand closed around him. Her hand moved up his hot length, the perfect blend of satin and steel, gently applying pressure as she moved up and paused as the head. His hips bucked when her fingers smoothed over the sensitive tip, collecting a droplet of moisture, adding lubrication as her hand moved downwards.

Sam's hand moved in a slow steady rhythm, up and down, up and down and it was torture, sweet, exquisite, excruciating torture. Jack gasped and moaned as she stroked him hard, his aching member growing and lengthening beneath her expert touch.

When he could stand no more he groaned. "SAM!" and grasped her waist. His eyes met and locked with hers; warm rich chocolate and hot smokey sapphire. Sam braced her hands on the tile wall behind his head as Jack lifted her up. She released a low throaty purr as he sheathed himself inside her, and she took him deep, filling her.

Jack's hands moved across her lower back and met at the small of her back, steadying her. Sam dropped her head, resting it against his and Jack turned his head towards her. His lips met her ear, his breath hot and voice ragged with desire.

"Ride me, Sammy. Ride me, hard." he moaned before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.

Sam began to move, rocking her hips against him, slowly at first and then faster as desire grew and peaked as she brought him to a shattering climax. Her mouth swallowed his cry of release as his hips bucked and he filled her with his hot seed.

Jack's hands steadied Sam as she continued to rock her hips against him as she strove to reach her own climax. He moved one hand, caressing along her hip and slid a questing finger through the damp nest of curls, seeking out and finding her bud of desire. Sam moaned and dropped her head forward, pressing her forehead to his temple.

"Ooooh, Jack." she gasped out as he stroked her, sliding his finger down to the point where their bodies where joined and back up.

"Come for me, Sammy." he whispered huskily, feeling himself becoming aroused anew as she rocked her hips against his hand and he grew and hardened inside her. The air was filled with Sam's sharp gasps of pleasure which grew in intensity and told him that she was close. Jack thrust his hips upward and the action was enough to send Sam over the edge. Her scream of release filled the small room and she held him tightly, her body shuddering against his as she rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over her body. The sweet clutch and pull of her inner muscles against him triggered his own release and her climaxed again briefly.

Jack kissed Sam tenderly and they both broke the kiss when a voice told them that they were no longer alone.

"Samantha?" Sam immediately recognized the voice.

"Oh shit!" she gasped. "It's my Aunt Victoria."

Before they could react any further the door was pushed open and Sam's aunt stepped into the room. The woman gave a shocked gasp then mumbled an "Excuse me." and bid a hasty retreat.

"I'm soooo embarrassed." Sam muttered as she disentangled herself from Jack's embrace. He watched as she stepped from the tub and pulled on the fluffy terry cloth robe that hung from the back of the door.

Sam entered the bedroom to find her aunt standing at the low wall that looked down onto the living room.

"Aunt Vicky, what are you doing here?" Sam asked quietly and the woman turned to face her.

"I arrived in town unexpectedly; business, and I wanted to stop by and see you. I rang the doorbell but you obviously didn't hear me and so I used the extra key you gave me and let myself in."

Sam did not reply right away. She crossed to gather up Jack's clothes and pass them in to him before turning back to her aunt. "I'm sorry if I shocked you but I naturally wasn't expecting you."

Victoria frowned. "Were you at least careful?"

Sam returned her aunt's frown and met the older woman's gaze. "If that's your delicate way of asking me if I'm on birth control, the answer is yes, not that it's really any of your business." she stated and then sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before looking back at the woman who was her mother's sister.

After Sam's mother had died, Aunt Vicky had helped Jacob Carter with her sister's children as often as she could since Vicky had been unable to have children of her own.

"Aunt Vicky, I love you but you seem to forget that I am a grown woman now and my life is my own. I love Jack, very much and believe that he is going to be a significant part of my life for a very long time. I hope that you can accept that, but if you can't then I'm truly sorry because I won't give him up just because you disapprove." Sam stated quietly.

She was not expecting it when Vicky smiled softly. "You're right Sam and I'm sorry. I have no right to question your life or how or with whom you choose to live it. Forgive me, sometimes it's hard for me not to see you as that pigtailed, freckle-faced little girl I helped raise. I tend to forget that you are a grown woman and I hope you can forgive me for that. I love you as though you were my own and I worry for you and tend to get protective of you. I'm only concerned for you welfare. Now come here and give me a hug and then tell that young man of yours that I won't bite. I would very much like to meet him."

Sam smiled and closed the distance between them, accepting and returning the woman's warm embrace. She then stepped away and crossed once again to the bathroom door. Pushing open the door, Sam called quietly. "Jack?" and held her hand out to him. He slipped his hand into the warmth of hers, giving it an affectionate squeeze before following her. Sam led him over to her aunt and made the introductions.

"Jack, this is my Aunt Vicky. She's my mother's sister. Aunt Vicky, this is Jack O'Neill."

"Pleased to meet you." Jack smiled and warmly shook the woman's hand.

"And you. I'm sorry for my rudeness earlier." Vicky apologized.

"It's already forgotten." Jack grinned. "Now, I'd love to stay and visit but I really need to be going." he added.

"I'll walk you out." Sam offered and followed him downstairs. While Jack put on his shoes and gathered up his jacket and tie, Sam moved to her desk. Opening one of the drawers, she rummaged through it. She took something from the drawer, closing her hand around the small item and crossed over to where Jack was waiting inside the door.

He smiled as she approached and slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her close against him.

"Do you really have to go?" Sam questioned quietly.

"Yah, I've got a few things I need to do and besides this will give you a chance to visit with your aunt. I'll be back tonight, that is, if you want me? he said and flashed her a boyish grin.

"Of course I want you." Sam smiled and held out a key. She playfully slipped it into his back pocket then told him. "Janet's coming over tonight for a little while. We made plans for a pizza and movie. It's sort of a girl's night out but after that I'm all yours."

"Can't hardly wait." Jack muttered huskily then captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips to dance with her own.

They parted and Jack pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. "See ya tonight." he whispered softly.

"I'll be waiting." Sam replied and Jack flashed her a wink and a smile before opening the door and stepping outside. She watched until he had slid behind the wheel of his vehicle and returned his wave as he drove away.

Sam closed the door and with a happy, contented smile on her face returned upstairs.