"Back To Front" by AC

Title: Back to Front

Author: AC

Status: complete

Category: Sam/Jack relationship

Rating: NC-17 (graphic sex)

Archive: SJA

Season/Sequel Info: none

Spoilers: none

Summary: It's the middle of the night, and Jack's feeling libidinous. PWP.

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.

Author's Notes: This story is copyrighted to A. Cheek, October 2000. Feedback feeds my muse, without it she withers away. I have a thick skin, and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

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Jack opened his eyes to darkness, slowing becoming aware of his surroundings. Enough moonlight shone in through the blinds to make out the dimensions of his bedroom, and a quick glance at the bedside clock revealed that it was almost three in the morning. He stretched quickly, then wrapped his arms back around Sam, whose warm back was pressed against him. Burying his nose against her neck, he dropped a soft kiss onto her skin, then closed his eyes in contentment.

Normally, he would have fallen right back to sleep, but something was nagging him in the back of his mind. Something important, and he knew that he ought to be able to remember, but his sleep-befuddled brain couldn't figure out what it was. Lifting his head once again, he peered around the room, wondering if he'd get a clue that way.

Across from the bed, he could see the familiar shape of his bookshelf, then the table by the window, with the candles and wine glasses...

Jack didn't move, not wanting to wake Sam, but he mentally slapped himself. As they'd come home this evening, Sam had mentioned something about a special occasion, not due to any anniversary, but just because she felt like it. He'd nodded, exhausted by the day's work, and upon coming home, had just washed his face, pulled off his clothes, and burrowed under the covers. The last thing he remembered was Sam closing the door of the bathroom, telling him she'd be out in a moment.

Tentatively, he ran his hand across her back. His questing fingers encountered smooth silk in minute quantities, slender straps across her shoulders, and the hem must have been short to begin with, because while Sam slept, it had crept up around her waist, leaving her legs and lower torso gloriously bare.

Nuzzling the nape of her neck, he slowly surrendered to the desire that had been growing from the moment of his awakening. Gently, he reached one arm forward, and filled his hand with a warm breast, rubbing his hands across the slippery fabric of her nightgown. Even asleep, she reacted to his touch, her nipple hardening under his fingers. Smiling, he stroked his hand across her side, following the slow curve down to her hip where rumpled fabric ended and smooth, bare skin begun.

A familiar hunger washed over him, and he nestled his hips even closer to her, his arousal beginning to be noticeable. Brushing a few stray locks of hair aside, he opened his mouth against the skin where her shoulder and neck met, immersing himself completely, all his senses concentrating on the woman beside him.

As he continued his exploration, Sam's slow, even breathing began to change, and suddenly, he felt her shift against him as she woke up.

"Jack?" her voice was startling in the silence of their room. Opening her mouth to ask him something, she instead sighed as his hands found a particularly sensitive spot.

"Shhh..." he whispered in her ear, flickering his tongue around the sensitive skin. "Just relax, Sam."

She inhaled sharply, then tried to follow his wishes. Already her body was burning with the tension he created with his soft caresses. Wanting to turn to face him, to kiss him until he was senseless and incoherent, she found herself lying very still, struggling to remember to breathe.

Still tormenting her neck with slow, wet kisses, Jack trailed his fingers down to the soft tangle of curls between her legs. Unerringly, he found the most sensitive spot on her clit, and began caressing it lightly. She arched and whimpered in response, and he began a steady pattern of arousing her desire, then backing off, never letting her come too close to climax.

"God, Jack!" Sam cried in frustration as his hands moved back to her breasts yet again, denying her fulfillment.

"Lie still and be quiet," he whispered in her ear, voice rough with his own longing. Normally, by now they'd already be entwined in each others arms, mouths and bodies joined, moving against each other. But just feeling her react to his slow torment was unbearably erotic, and he wanted to see how long he could hold back before losing himself within her.

Tremors ran across her body as his fingers casually brushed her clit again, and caught up in his unaccustomed domination, Sam gritted her teeth, biting back her demands for him to just go ahead and take her now. Her heartbeat seemed so loud, pounding in her ears, and each gasp for breath shook her against Jack, providing even more stimulation.

The sensations of his mouth moving up and down her neck, pausing for the occasional nip or kiss, combined with his hand moving so damned softly over her body was driving her halfway insane. He even went so far as to cover her mouth with his hand when she gasped just a little more loudly than he would allow. In retaliation, she quickly sucked his fingertips into her mouth, and when he demanded again that she be quiet, she bit down slightly harder than he'd expected.

"How much longer do I have to put up with this?" she murmured, shifting her hips against his insistent erection. She could feel him smile against her skin. Another soft gasp was torn from her lungs as his hand rubbed against her achingly hard nipples.

"Not much longer," he sighed, knowing that even if she could hold out indefinitely, he most certainly could not. He could feel her involuntary spasms against his hands, and pressing a passionate kiss into her shoulder, he rose up from the mattress, pulling her to her hands and knees.

Grabbing a pillow to brace herself against, Sam closed her eyes in anticipation as Jack positioned himself behind her. Letting one hand trail down her silk-covered spine, he groaned softly at the sight of her. This was his lover, this strong, beautiful, vibrant woman, who would nonetheless completely submit to his desires, happy to help him play out his fantasies. Mentally praising whatever gods existed for his wonderful fortune, he guided himself into her, biting down on his lip to maintain the silence he'd decided upon.

Clenching her fists into the pillow, Sam sighed blissfully at their joining. The pressure in this position was subtly altered, and the friction as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth was breathtaking. Keeping as still as possible, she felt the intense desire building within her again, listening to his soft involuntary moans as he made love to her.

Jack gasped helplessly, moving solely on instinct. Trapped within her damp warmth, he wanted nothing more than to lose all semblance of control and pound into her welcoming body, but he'd managed thus far to keep a tight reign on both of their desires. The urgent sensations flaring through him made him aware of the insistent approach of climax, as did her steadily faster breathing.

"Yes," he whispered, clasping his hands against her hips and starting to thrust harder. "Sam..." his voice trailed into silence as she began pushing back against him, muffling her cries into the mattress.

Sam's awareness of her surroundings was dwindling steadily as she concentrated on the increasingly demanding sensations rippling through her. Nothing else in the world mattered except this small space on their bed, and the man who was so skillfully moving back and forth within her. She was close, so very close, and as she teetered on the sharp edge between desire and fulfillment, she felt his hand move between her legs, and firmly rub against her clit. At once, her back arched and her arms trembled as her orgasm tore through her body. Her senses careening out of control, she lifted up her head, crying out her ecstasy until the sound echoed throughout the room.

Feeling the delicate muscles surrounding him contract with insistent strength, Jack groaned loudly, releasing control over his voice at the same instant that his head spun with bliss. Knees weakening as he released into her, he slumped against her back, and they both collapsed against the mattress.

A few minutes passed, during which time they caught their breath, and slowly let their heads clear. Finally, Sam spoke up, carefully shifting underneath him.

"As nice as that was, Jack, this is starting to get a little uncomfortable..."

Aware that he was no doubt grinning like a love-besotted fool, Jack rolled off of her, and onto his back, sighing deeply. She rolled over onto her side, kissed him quickly, then sat up and took off her nightgown, carelessly tossing it onto the floor. Pulling the blankets back up over them, she pressed herself against him, nuzzling his chest like a contented cat.

The next half hour was spent whispering to each other, mouths occasionally meeting for gentle kisses, enjoying the warm aftermath of passion expressed and shared. At last, as Sam's breathing evened out into the slow steady rhythm of sleep, Jack raised up on one elbow, looking down at her peaceful face. Her eyes flickered under closed eyelids, and he wondered if any dream she had could come close to the joy they had shared with each other. Brushing her hair back from her forehead, he softly kissed her once more, before curling up against her, warm and secure, surrendering to his own fatigue, and planning in vague detail exactly how he was going to wake her up in the morning.

The End.