"Down Time" By Anna B

Title: Down time

Author: Anna B

Status: Done

Category: SJR

Rating: NC 17

Sequel: Nope

Spoilers: None

Archive: SJ yes/ Heliopolis yes

Summary: Sam and Jack spend some down time together.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended solely for entertainment, no infringement in intended to MGM; Gekko or Double Secret Productions.

Copyright (c) Anna B. 2000

Authors Note: Guess who had another boring meeting at work? It's a darn good thing my coworkers take good notes at these things, because I don't. Just another little thought that got stuck in my mind, you guys must be a bad influence on me. <grin>

Feedback is always appreciated.

Down time By Anna B.

Down time. Sam loved down time, especially the kind of down time that afforded her four of five days off base. And, she thought, god knows she needed some down time after the last mission SG1 had been on. Oh the mission itself had been routine, mind numbingly routine. Longer than normal too, mostly due to Daniel wandering off and being missing for 48 hours. Sam grinned as she thought about the look on Jack's face when they'd finally found Daniel. Surrounded by native women of course. But it was over and now she had time to spend with the man in her life. Alone. Usually they spent most of their down time with their friends. Not that she didn't love each and everyone of them, but sometimes she just wished they weren't so, she shrugged, so friendly. After all the relationship was still new and she craved time alone with him. They'd been together six months and were just now settling in being a couple. Which meant they no longer jumped on each other the minute they were alone. She kind of missed it. Their decision to take things slowly had flown out the window within the first two weeks. They'd stuck to the agreement not to, in his words, fool around, on the base. Well, she amended, most of the time they did. There been a couple of stolen moments on base, sneaking into one or the others quarters and that one time off world. She glanced across the table, yes, she thought, I think we've gotten the handle on this relationship. We're even managing to be discrete. Most of the time.

"Jack?"

He looked up from his paper, "Yes Sam?"

"Do you love me?"

Without hesitating he answered, "Yes I do."

Sam picked up her coffee, "Okay," she said taking a sip and picking up a section of the newspaper.

Jack watched her for a minute a puzzled look on his face, "Sam?"

"Yes Jack?"

"Do you love me?"

Sam smiled at him, "Very much."

He nodded and picked up his paper, "Okay."

They sat in silence drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, the radio playing softly in the background. Comfortable, settled. Jack finished the article he was reading and closed the paper, watching as Sam read her section. "Sam?"

"Yes Jack?"

"Why did you ask?"

"Ask what," she asked neatly folding the paper she'd been reading and setting aside.

"If I loved you?"

"Because," she answered, "we've never really discussed it you know. Being in love."

"We haven't?"

Sam got up and poured herself another cup of coffee, "No we haven't. I'm not sure we've ever said it to each other."

"We haven't? Are you sure? I mean, not even when-"

"Not even then."

"Really?"

"Really," she smiled at him, "it's okay you know. I don't need to hear the words to know how you feel. You've shown me that in a thousand little ways."

He stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her, "Thank you for putting up with me. And showing me I could love again."

"Anytime," she murmured, as she answered as she turned to face to him.

Jack leaned down as brushed her lips with his, gently at first and then winding his fingers through her hair he deepened the kiss. A soft moan escaped her as his tongue sought and gained entry. She wrapped her arms around his neck standing to press her body against his. His hands tightened around her waist as his trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

"What do you say we move this somewhere more comfortable," he whispered as he reached for the belt of her robe.

"Oh yes," she answered breathlessly, sliding out of his embrace and dropping her robe as she moved from the kitchen to the living room. She glanced over her bare shoulder, "Coming?"

"Give me a minute," he growled as he followed her pulling off his tee shirt as he went. He caught up with her at the door of the bedroom and grabbed her by the waist. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, slowly, deeply. The kiss stirred the hunger in both of them and he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"How romantic," she whispered as she wrapped her arms round his neck.

"Romantic hell," he growled as he lowered his mouth to nibble the soft flesh of her shoulder, "I didn't want to give you a chance to get away." He lowered he to the bed and after shedding his shorts knelt over her.

Sam paused and looked up at him as he straddled her, drinking in the sight of his solid chest. She reached up and ran her fingers through the soft hair and her fingers danced across his muscled belly. He drew his hands downward following her waist and tracing lazy patterns with his fingers he explored the smooth flesh on the inside of her thighs. She moaned and bit her lip as he touched the pool of warmth between them, parting her and stroking, each stroke bringing the aching need closer to the surface. She arched against him as heat flared in her, sliding her hands over his rib cage and up his arms to caress his shoulders. He pulled her hard against him, letting her feel the strength of his arousal as he took her mouth once more.

This kiss was hotter and wilder than before and Sam could feel the passion he was trying to keep under control. She pulled her lips from his, dragging her mouth down his neck and over his chest, her tongue darting out to tease a hard nipple. Jack moaned in appreciation, heightening her excitement. She traced kisses over his abdomen, dipping her tongue into his navel before moving lower still.

Jack's control almost broke as she brushed her lips against his manhood. Then her tongue snaked along the shaft before darting around the head. In an instant Sam found herself on her back as he settled above her looking at her with an intensity that took her breath away. His fingers soon followed his gaze leaving trails of fire with each touch. He caressed her breasts gently before lowering his head to take a taunt peak into to his mouth. At the same time he slid a hand along her belly to the apex of her thighs and eased a finger inside her.

Sam's hips leapt off the bed, arching at his touch and she moaned as desire pooled in her belly. She tangled her fingers in his hair and as his thumb rubbed at her most sensitive flesh she thought she would explode. "Please Jack," she said with a gasp, "I want you, all of you."

He didn't need to be asked again. His own body was screaming with need as he lowered himself between her parted thighs and looked down at her, the woman he loved, open to him, eager for him. He fought for control as he took her hand and wrapped it around his hardness, "Guide me Sam," he whispered.

He kissed her and she took him into her body, his tongue delving into the warmth of her mouth as he filled her. He groaned as he eased himself in slowly, her breath catching with each small thrust.

Sam began to move against him, drawing him deeper with each roll of her hips, "Jack, my god, Jack-"

"I know," he gasped as her body tightened around him and he began to move slowly, pulling nearly out of you and then thrusting deep and hard. His chest heaved as he repeated the movement each stroke faster than the one before. He could feel his climax descending as he reached between them teasing her already hyper sensitive nub as he buried himself in her.

Sam wrapped her legs around his waist as her own release engulfed her and she gasped his name as she clung to him. An aura of bliss descended over her as she reached up and caressed his brow as he shuddered to completion. This, she thought, was making love.

Later as they lay side by side on the rumpled bed, Jack traced the soft curve of Sam's lips with his fingertip. "So lovely," he whispered, "so soft." He pressed a kiss to her temple and hugged her tight. He reached up and ran his hand through her hair, "I love you Samantha Carter."

Sam touched her lips to his, "And I love you Jonathan O'Neill."

The End.