"Mile High" By Samantha Petersen

Title: Mile High

Author: Samantha Petersen

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: PWP of the highest order. This is my response, combining two different challenges. The Sam and Jack flying one, and the sex in an unusual place one. <G> Go see Star Wars for the second time and I plot while not falling asleep.

Disclaimers: I don't own them. I never will. I'm not making money off them. They're just using me to have a little fun, they'll be returned in one piece I promise. Haven't gotten to the whumping stage yet.

One last warning I forgot. This hasn't been betad. Only spell checked. They're just demanding this be released for public consumption. Anyone got any extra clones they want to send my way to keep these two occupied?

Sam

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Sam Carter shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the blindfold covering her eyes was starting to itch. She wondered once again just what exactly Jack was up to.

The morning had started out innocently enough. When they'd woken up that morning, Jack had grinned down at her and told her to get dressed, that he had a surprise for her. Sam returned the grin, he was so damn cute when he was being playful. So she'd slipped out of bed, showered, then slipped on a pair of comfortable jeans and a T-shirt. As soon as he'd gotten her into the car, he'd brought out a blindfold.

"Jack?" she warily asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Humor me. I want this to be a complete surprise. Meaning I don't want you to see where we're going. Trust me..."

Damn, he was giving her that look again, the one he knew she had no defense against. "All right." She reluctantly nodded, her defensive warning bells going off. She quickly silenced them. This was Jack, her friend and lover, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

He leaned in and gently kissed her before settling the blindfold in place.

Now there were stopped somewhere, she was swearing she could hear airplanes. Not jets, and definitely not military. They sounded a lot like the single engine Cessna's she'd first learned to fly in. Her brow creased in confusion.

The drive to wherever they were had been done in nearly complete silence, the radio the only noise in the car. The drive had been a relatively short one, perhaps fifteen minutes, so they were still in Colorado Springs. Once they'd arrived, Jack had told her to stay put, then had climbed out of the car. That had been ten minutes ago.

The itching of the blindfold was growing unbearable. She reached up a hand to scratch at it when the car door next to her suddenly opened.

"Hope you weren't thinking of peeking," Jack playfully admonished her.

"Nope, just needed a scratch. Where are we? Why the big secret?"

"Patience, Samantha. You'll know soon enough." He helped her out of the car, then pulled her close for another kiss.

"You never did fight fair..." she panted out when he finally released her from the embrace.

"Just thought we needed a subject change," he chuckled. "It worked didn't it?"

"For now." Sam felt him take her hand in his.

"This way. Follow my lead, there are plenty of things around here that can trip you up."

Sam kept her ears open, listening for more clues as to where they were. A sudden strong waft of fuel helped her to realize they were definitely at an airport or airstrip of some sort. This definitely was not Colorado Springs main airport. The lack of the sound of jet engines was obvious.

She stumbled slightly when Jack suddenly came to a complete stop in front of her. The next thing she knew, he'd placed her hand on a railing. "There are five steps up. When you get to the top one, duck your head, or you'll hit it."

Taking his warning, Sam climbed the stairs. Once inside, another male voice greeted her. "Welcome. Allow me to help you get settled. Growing more and more confused, Sam warily allowed herself to be seated in what could only be an airplane seat. She'd been in enough of them to know what they felt like even blind folded.

Next came the distinctive sound of ice clanking in a cooler before she smelled Jack's aftershave as he settled into the seat next to hers. "Ready?" he asked, his voice still playful.

She canted her head in the direction of his voice. "Do I get to lose the blindfold soon?"

"In due time. Let me get your seatbelt on you."

She felt his hands in her lap, touches lingering longer than they should have for the simple task of latching a seatbelt. Her body grew warmer with each touch. He'd known from the start just what she liked.

A few feet in front of where they sat, she heard a curtain being closed shut, then the sound of plane engines as she felt their vibrations through her seat.

"Why are you being so secretive about a plane trip?"

He'd leaned in. His warm breath washed over her ear as he chuckled. "You'll see..." his voice was deep and husky. Her breath caught in her throat at the unspoken promise of things to come she heard in his voice.

Soon they had taken off. Experience told her when they'd leveled off, reaching what had to be their cruising altitude.

She heard the curtain open again, then could she heard Jack speaking in low tones to the pilot. She couldn't make out what he said over the sound of the engine. The curtain closed again. Light suddenly blinded her as the blindfold was removed.

Sam blinked a few times, trying to gain her bearings. The curtain she'd been hearing was only two feet in front of her. The material a sea of dark blue. She slowly turned her head to look over at Jack. He sat next to her grinning like a Cheshire cat. His dark brown eyes glowed with amusement. He canted his head towards the area behind their seats. Sam swiveled in her seat, eyes growing wide at what she found. A pile of pillows and blankets created a small "bed" in what would normally be an area for cargo or luggage. A small cooler sat beside it, a bottle of champagne and two glasses were visible within it.

Eyes wide, Sam turned her head to look at Jack. His grin had grown even further. "Shall we get more comfortable?"

A matching smile covered her face as she undid her seatbelt. "I've heard of this... never thought I'd be doing it..."

"Welcome to the Mile High Club." Jack slipped behind the seats getting comfortable as he waited for her to join him. He reached for the bottle of champagne as she sat down next to him.

Sam giggled softly. "You're amazing..."

He handed her a glass. "Thank you. You know what this weekend is, don't you?"

She looked up at him, gears churning as she tried to think. Finally, with a small shake of the head, she answered, "No."

"Six months..."

A smile grew on her face. "And an amazing six months it's been too..." She leaned in, lips brushing lightly over his.

He took the champagne glass from her, setting it into a conveniently placed holder. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her down to the pillows, deepening the kiss.

Sam pressed herself tightly to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. One leg slid over his hip, molding their bodies together.

Jack's hands roamed her body, slowly undressing her. Fingers lingering, caressing, arousing. Looking down at her, he knew he would never tire of seeing her naked, aroused, and squirming under his touch. Her blue eyes darkened the more aroused she grew.

He leaned down, capturing a nipple with his mouth. Teasing with teeth and tongue until it was a hard bud before moving over to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

She brought her hands up, tangling her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. Soft moans and whimpers filled the back of the plane.

Jack released her nipple with a small pop and moved back up, finding her lips with his again. Unhurriedly, the couple undressed each other. Hands continued to linger and caress, each knowing how to arouse the other completely.

O'Neill pressed Sam onto her back on the pillows, covering his body with hers. Slowly, he kissed his way down her body, leaving no inch untouched. He smiled as her soft whimpers grew more urgent, taking on a begging tone.

He raised himself back up, positioning himself between her legs. "What do you want?" he whispered, lips brushing over her ear. He traced the outline of her ear with his tongue.

"You... now... deep..." she panted out with a moan. Her legs wrapped around his hips guiding him towards her.

He covered her lips with his, swallowing another of her moans as he began a slow torturous penetration.

She arched her hips into his, taking him deeper with a soft cry. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He lowered his head, teeth nipping at her neck and shoulder in response to her nails digging into his shoulders. Moving together, thrusts sped up, hurtling them towards their release.

Jack collapsed over her, both of them panting for breath as they recovered from the intensity of their release. A change of cabin pressure let them know the flight was almost over.

As they dressed, Sam leaned over and dropped a kiss on Jack's still bared shoulder. "What are you planning to do for a year?"

His eyes met hers with a mischievous smile. "Already working on that."

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