"Stars In Their Eyes" by AC

Title: Stars in Their Eyes

Author: AC

Status: complete

Category: Sam/Jack relationship

Rating: NC-17 (sex)

Archive: SJA

Season/Sequel Info: missing scene from "Rockets and Shooting Stars," written by Ruth King.

Spoilers: none

Summary: The first time...

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 won't make much sense unless you've already read Ruth King's story that inspired this one. Read "Rockets and Shooting Stars" first, it's a wonderful story. It'll clue you in on why Sam's still a teenager and calls Jack Jon instead. Huge amounts of thanks to Ruth for not only giving her permission for me to write this addition, but also beta-ing. Blame, oops, make that *credit* should also go to the Horsewomen, who are always ready to throw their support behind writers of smut. ;) As always, honest critical feedback is great, and feeds my writing addiction. One last note -- the first five paragraphs of this story are from Ruth's story, so that the lead-in to the scene is a bit more obvious. The rest is by me. Copyright A. Cheek, November 2000.

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Jon had booked them into a hotel close to the airport. They took a swim in the pool before eating dinner in the restaurant. Sam was now feeling a lot more relaxed around him, and she was so buzzed by the excitement of the day that she let the goodnight kiss become more intense than usual. They were both breathing heavily when he finally drew back.

"Sammie?" he questioned.

Sam found herself smiling at him. Dammit, but she loved this man. There was no other word to describe the way she was feeling. He ran a finger from the nape of her neck to her hip, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. When his hand traveled back, it slipped under her shirt, leaving a trail of fire on her skin.

"Tell me what you want, Sammie?" he whispered.

"I just want you," she returned.

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Once again, he slid his hand underneath her shirt, tracing random patterns across her back. Sam shivered, closing her eyes as he brushed his lips across her neck. Sliding closer to him, she twined her arms around his neck, sighing with approval as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot. She breathed in his scent, a combination of cologne, chlorine from the pool, and a tiny hint of sweat, and felt her pulse speed up.

When he brought his hand forward to cup her breast, she jumped back with a startled yelp.

"Sam?" He looked at her, surprised. "What's wrong?"

Blushing fiercely, she looked down at her trembling hands. "Um, no, nothing's wrong, I just--"

Gently, he reached forward, cupping the side of her face with his warm hand. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Raising his eyebrows, he smiled. "I'm guessing you're not very experienced?" She shook her head. "I'm not going to hurt you, but God, I want you so much."

The restrained passion in his voice brought another shiver, and she brought up one hand to cover his. She wanted him, she knew she did, but this could be a disaster if she didn't tell him. Resolutely, she looked back up at him. "Try no experience at all, Jon."

He drew back sharply. "None?" Staring at her incredulously, he looked like a wild animal caught in oncoming headlights. "You're a virgin?"

Speechless, she nodded, wondering if he'd want to stop, if he'd think that dealing with her inexperience was more responsibility than he wanted. She bit down on her lip, staring at his lean body, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt for sleeping.

Jon took a deep breath, moving his hand to her shoulder. Sitting beside him on the bed, the room lit only by one dim lamp, she suddenly looked very young, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, her face scrubbed clean of makeup. But beyond the nervous set of her shoulders, and the carefully blank expression on her face, her eyes glowed with longing and promise. He shifted on the mattress as his arousal suddenly surged into life, and choked back a sigh.

Clearing his throat, he drew closer to her. "Okay. I can do this." She responded with a sly grin at the somewhat terrified tone in his voice.

"Really, Jon, you sound like you're more frightened than I am..."

He couldn't help laughing with her. God, it had been years since he'd been with a virgin, and he hadn't had any experience himself at the time. But she was keeping her sense of humor, so she couldn't be too nervous, could she? "You do know the basics of.... um," he floundered, blushing. "You know what we're going to do, right?"

Her voice was full of mirth. "Yes, I'm aware of the physics involved."

"Good, that's good," he babbled. "And I've got some condoms, so we don't have to worry about unplanned pregnancy. And you had some wine at dinner, so that'll help relax you." He almost stopped at the wry arch of her eyebrows, but somehow muddled on, "...and I'll start out very slowly so that you're ready for when we... um, rather, when I..." His cheeks flamed bright red as words finally failed him.

Sam struggled to keep a straight face. "Will there be a test after the lecture?" she deadpanned.

"Test?" He was still somewhat tongue-tied.

"What about a filmstrip?" she continued, starting to laugh helplessly at the dumbfounded expression on his face. "I'd better find a pad of paper to take notes. I'd hate to miss some important points because I wasn't paying close enough attention."

Rolling his eyes, Jon tackled her, pressing her against the mattress. Sam continued laughing and gasping for air when he started tickling her sides. "Smart ass," he scolded, nuzzling her ear.

"And you're just now learning this about me?" she whispered, smirking.

He lowered his head to kiss her, sensuously sliding his tongue between her lips, delighted when her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Shifting his hips, he settled against her, and a quick indrawn breath told him that she was aware of his arousal. Experimentally, she arched against him, sighing at the sudden quiver of sensation that rippled across her skin.

Groaning, Jon pressed himself against her body as tightly as possible, losing himself in the sweetness of their shared kisses. She twisted beneath him leisurely, learning the feel of his body weighing down on hers, the muscles in his arms, and the tension in his back as she slid her hand underneath his shirt. His lips moved to her neck, and she threw her head back at the sudden rush of warmth.

"Jonathan," she sighed, feeling a growing langourousness spreading through her. In response, he held her even closer, and his back arched under her exploring fingers.

Suddenly, he rolled off of her, lying flat on his back and panting for air. Confused, she raised up on one elbow, wondering what was wrong.

"I'm okay," he gasped, forestalling her question. "Just... need to slow down a bit."

Her eyes were alight with desire. "Why?" she asked quietly.

"Hey, you said you knew the physics of this," he retorted. "I need to back off a bit, and calm down, or I'll climax before anything's happened."

"Oh." Sam was suddenly aware of how different actually making love was from hearing a sanitized lecture by the school nurse, or vague hints she'd overhead while eavesdropping on her brother and his friends. Once again, she wished that her mother was still alive, and could tell her about these things, rather than having to find out the information from a book, or nervous adults who didn't want to give out too much information.

Jon grabbed her hand and pressed her fingers to his lips. "It's gonna be okay, Sammie," he promised. "I'm going to make sure that you enjoy this."

She blushed, remembering the urgency she'd felt before. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"Maybe not, but everyone's nervous the first time, and a gentleman always makes sure his lady is satisfied first."

Joy and wonder filled her expression. "Am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Your lady?"

He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, and wondering, not for the first time, why she was so uncertain of his affection. What had happened to make her so unsure of herself? "Yeah, Sam. You are."

Speechless with happiness, she rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. They lay in silence for several minutes, until Sam began working her hand underneath his shirt. She'd seen his bare chest earlier in the pool, but hadn't touched him, and she wanted to play with the dusting of hair across his torso. Jon lay back, smiling slightly, content to let her explore as she raised his shirt, then slowly rubbed her cheek against the crinkly hair.

Raising his arms to remove his shirt, Jon rested against the pillows as Sam began a slow scrutiny of his chest. Smiling at him, she removed her hair elastic, letting her hair spill across his skin in a cool silken rush. One hand traced the line of muscles along his abdomen, pausing briefly to tease his navel, then brushed over the line of hair that disappeared into his shorts, which felt tighter by the moment. Her other hand slowly brushed over his nipples, stimulating them into tight peaks. When she pressed her smooth cheek against him again, he sighed, wishing he had enough willpower to just stay like this forever.

Sam raised herself up again, running her hands through his short hair, then across his brow and cheekbones. His eyes opened again, and while she was captured in their velvety brown depths, he caught her fingers, kissing them, then drawing one into his mouth. Her heart pounded as his tongue flickered against her skin, and she bit down on her lip, shaking.

"Sam?" his voice was low and husky. "Will you let me look at you?"

She cleared her throat, wondering why her mouth felt so dry. Nodding, she slid off the bed, standing up in front of him. Grasping the hem of her shirt, she reproached herself for feeling so shy all of a sudden. What did she think was going to happen, that they'd make love fully clothed? She met his gaze challengingly, then quickly drew the shirt over her head before she could lose her nerve. Thank goodness she'd already been dressed for bed, and didn't have to worry about a bra and underwear, because she didn't think she could have handled that much tension. Trying to meet his eyes again, her courage failed her, and she fixed her eyes on a spot on the wall past his shoulder as she pulled the elastic waistband of her pajama shorts down, stepping out of them, and kicking them aside.

Eyes bright with longing, Jon sat up on the bed and looked at her more closely, appreciating the smooth curve of her hips, the lean stretch of leg, and the pale skin of her breasts, tipped with rose colored nipples. She didn't quite know what to do with her arms, at first crossing them in front of her, then letting them fall to her sides. Cheeks burning, she stared at her feet and the blue shag carpet.

"Samantha," Jon whispered, "look at me." She complied, her eyes wide and apprehensive. He was looking at her, an expression of awe and desire on his face. "You are so beautiful," he assured her, reaching out his hand to her.

She joined him on the edge of the bed, glad to sit down, because she didn't think her legs would have supported her much longer anyway. He pressed a warm hand against her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her softly. Closing her eyes, she responded wildly, letting the familiar feel of his mouth on hers distract her from her apprehension. Gradually, she relaxed her limbs, only to tense again when he rubbed a thumb across her nipple. Not giving her time to pull back, Jon kept kissing her, and maintained a steady exploration of her breasts, smiling as her nipples hardened, and she gasped into his mouth.

Her head spinning from the increasing intensity of sensations, Sam let Jon slowly guide her down to lie against the bed. His mouth slowly trailed down her neck to her shoulders, then joined his hands on her breasts. At the touch of his tongue against her, she gave a startled cry, then took deep breaths, trying to concentrate on his actions and not go as stiff as a board. By degrees, she grew accustomed to the unfamiliar sensations, sighing and writhing beneath him.

When he could wait no longer, Jon slowly moved one hand down to brush against her hip and further down her leg, cursing the need for his self-control, yet amazed and aroused at her responses. "You okay?" he whispered, kissing along her shoulder.

Sam shivered, and moaned softly. "Yes," she sighed, feeling as though her nerves were on fire. After another soft kiss, Jon steadily moved his hand upwards to touch her center. Trembling, she arched against him, a shocked moan escaping from her lips.

"Shh... relax," he commanded, bringing his lips back to hers as his fingers parted her curls. Gently caressing her damp flesh, he moved the tip of one finger to her clit, softly brushing against the sensitive skin, triumphant when he heard her cry out again.

"Jon," she whimpered, clenching her hands into the sheets. "Oh, God..." She had never felt anything like this, ever, and if he stopped, she was going to kill him. His hand continued stroking her rhythmically, and heat flared across her skin, leaving her breathless.

Propping himself up on one elbow, Jon watched her, congratulating himself for having calmed her fears so that she could respond to him. The transformation from the nervous young woman of a few days ago who flinched every time he touched her to this uninhibited beauty whispering at him to not even think about stopping was unbearably erotic.

Sam arched beneath him suddenly, gasping for air, and fighting against the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. The pleasure pulsing through her increased unbearably, and she tried turning away from Jon. "No," she moaned, "I can't..."

Jon grasped her hips and held her still, knowing that she had been very close to climax. "Yes, Sammie, you can," he insisted, rubbing his cheek against her stomach.

"Too much," she gasped, still fighting his hands.

"Trust me," he told her softly. "Let go." A moment later, she stopped trying to squirm away, and he brought his hand back to her, feeling an answering jolt in his own groin when she moaned quietly. Unable to resist, he nudged her thighs open a bit more, and lowered his mouth to her soft flesh.

At the sudden shock of Jon's tongue caressing her, Sam shuddered uncontrollably as she was engulfed by pleasure. It seemed as though she would be fighting this fiery torment forever, when with one last kiss, Jon buried his mouth against her and she surrendered. Quivering with shock and surprise, she cried out in astonished joy.

After one final taste of her, Jon slid up to cradle her in his arms while she caught her breath, sighing as dying tremors of bliss faded away. When he kissed her again, she twined her legs around him, then pulled back in surprise.

"You're still dressed," she chastised him. "That's hardly fair."

He took a deep breath as his arousal flared again, and guided her hand to his waist. "Help me," he requested, watching her intently as she blushed, and slid her fingers under the waistband of his shorts. Her eyes were riveted to the shape of his erection underneath the cloth, and she moved her other hand to brush against it. "God," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking. Raising his hips to aid in her undressing him, he bit back another moan as his shorts were drawn down around his legs, where he quickly shimmed out of them, tossing them aside.

Sam's hand clenched his hip, and stopped. She went completely still, eyes wide. She had never seen a man fully undressed and aroused, and all the longing and urgency she felt faded away into one absolute certainty. There was no way in hell he would fit.

When her tentative caresses stopped, Jon lifted his head off the pillow. "Sammie?" She looked terrified. Trying to reassure her, he ran one hand across her shoulder and down her smooth arm.

Her tongue darted out over her lips, moistening their dry surface. "Um, Jon?" She blushed again, wondering what on Earth to say. "How in God's name is this going to work?"

"What?" he smiled at her, suddenly realizing that the sight of him was alarming her. "You mean, how will I fit inside of you?"

She shrugged, looking away. "Yeah... I guess, it's just that you're so big--" she gestured at him, not daring to actually touch him. "So... oh, God, this is insane!"

Feeling absurdly smug at her reaction, and fighting back the urge to laugh, he drew her into his arms. "Sam, it's okay. I know you're nervous." His hands smoothed across her back and teased her behind. "Look, you said you trusted me, right?" She nodded against his chest, not saying anything. "And you liked it when I touched you before."

"Yes, once I stopped thinking I was going to have a heart attack." She started laughing, realizing what a ridiculous situation this was.

He brought her face up to his and kissed her lingeringly. "This is even better," he promised. "I won't lie, it may hurt a bit at first, but it gets better." She reached forward, pressing her lips against his chest. "I'll stop now if you want to," he offered, praying that the answer would be negative.

She took a moment to think about it, then resolutely shook her head. "No, Jon. I don't want to stop... I want to make you feel the way I did--"

Groaning her name, he clasped her more tightly in his arms, pouring all his passion into their kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gasping into his mouth as he settled between her legs, his erection pressing against her stomach. To her pleasant surprise, her nervousness melted away again as she was swept up in the wonderful feelings brought on by his body against hers.

With a frustrated moan, Jon raised himself off her, and stood up. "Don't go anywhere," he grinned, going into the bathroom. She could hear him rummaging through his shaving kit, and he came back out holding a small, flat, square-shaped package. Kneeling on the mattress, he tore open the package, and slowly rolled the condom onto himself as Sam watched curiously. Lying back down beside her, he kissed her again, whispering in her ear how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her.

Praying to maintain his control, Jon slowly nudged her knees apart, settling himself between her legs, his erection teasing the entrance of her damp flesh. Carefully, he eased forward, eyes intent upon her face as he slid a few inches inside her tight warmth, stopping as he pressed against a barrier of flesh. Her eyes were wide and surprised at this new sensation, of stretching around his hardness, and she sighed softly, nodding that she was okay. Gritting his teeth, and thankful for the need to go slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, gradually increasing his momentum. With a sudden whimper, Sam arched herself against him, and he thrust into her fully, feeling the barrier give way beneath him. Gasping at how tight she was around him, Jon stretched out on top of her, kissing her neck softly.

"Ow!" The sudden exclamation startled him, delivered in a surprised, somewhat irritable voice. Sam shifted her hips, the sharp pain slowly ebbing away, and sucked in a breath, in amazement at the fullness she felt, and the warmth of his body over hers.

Raising up on his elbows, he stared down into her eyes, an expression of wonder on his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"

"No," she assured him, "I just didn't know what to expect. It's not so bad, now. Just... different."

"Not so bad?" he quirked an eyebrow at her. "I think we can do better than that."

She writhed slowly beneath him. "I certainly hope so," she teased him, wrapping her legs around his, gasping when that movement shifted him even deeper.

Holding her close, Jon shuddered, then once again began slowly moving his hips against hers, unable to withhold a low moan. "Sammie," he rasped, burying his mouth against her throat again, drunk on sensation as her body reacted to his, "God, yes..."

After a few moments of adjustment to his movements, the ache she felt began to disappear into a growing feeling of pressure. It was different from before, but still intriguing, and Sam slowly yielded to it, sighing as heat began to spread throughout her again. Next, she discovered the urge to move her hips against his, crying out at the sudden intensity.

Jon could feel her opening up to him, relaxing around him, and lets his concentration lapse just a bit more, knowing that she was enjoying this. Trembling in pleasure, he caught her mouth in a fierce kiss, thrusting his tongue against hers and swallowing her soft sighs.

Moments later, he knew that he couldn't hold back anymore, and bent to capture a hardened nipple between his lips, exultant when she cried out his name and pressed up against him with all her strength. Her tight muscles were beginning to quiver around him, her hands digging into the skin of his backside, encouraging him to speed up, and with a moan of gratitude, he let go of any remaining control.

Sam wanted to tell him not to stop, to go even faster, but she could only gasp for air as they strained towards completion. Even with her eyes tightly closed, it seemed as though all the stars in the sky were swirling underneath her eyelids. At last, the sensations coursing through her intensified past her ability to bear, and she arched beneath him, crying out helplessly as he continued moving within her.

Allowing himself a brief moment of pride for having satisfied her, Jon moved his hands down to her hips, holding her still as he slowed down his final thrusts, feeling her pulsing around him. His breath coming in ragged gasps, he collapsed into her arms, whispering her name hoarsely seconds before pleasure wracked his body and he became incapable of speech.

Sam opened her eyes to watch as Jon trembled in her arms, his brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth working soundlessly. She struggled to catch her breath, not wanting to move yet, although Jon was going to have to move eventually, before her legs started to cramp. But at the moment, she felt so warm and content, intimately entwined with him.

His head clearing, Jon nuzzled her warm skin before opening his eyes. The sight of her made his breath catch in his throat. In the low light, her tousled hair shone like golden sunshine, her cheeks were flushed, lips softly parted, and her eyes gleamed in the low light like the stars she loved so much. She was so unbelievably beautiful, and she'd been so innocent, yet she'd given herself to him, trusted him. He'd had no intention of anything more than some casual fun and a chance to forget some bad missions when he'd begun pursuing her, yet somewhere along the way she'd insinuated herself into his heart when he'd been paying attention to other things.

He knew that it was far too soon to be thinking of anything permanent with her, especially since the military could reassign either of them at a moment's notice, but whether this was just a brief summer romance or something more lasting, he knew he'd made a permanent impression upon her. Even if they never saw each other again, in the years to come, she'd remember him, remember being in his arms, long past the time she'd forgotten any other lovers.

Smiling tenderly, he kissed her, sensuously nipping at her lips before untangling their limbs, quieting her murmur of protest. Moving into the bathroom, he ran some water in the sink, and removed the condom. Throwing it into the wastebasket, he grabbed a washcloth and cleaned himself off, then wet another cloth under the warm water. Wringing it out, he took down a towel and walked back into the bedroom.

Sam raised her eyebrows curiously, but lay back against the pillows, relaxing as he gently rubbed the damp cloth between her legs. "Jon, not that I'm complaining, but why are you doing that?"

He grinned, using the towel to pat her dry. "You bled just a bit, and you'll probably be sore later on. I thought it might help." She just closed her eyes again, smiling as though she had a wonderful secret to gloat over. He rinsed the cloth in the sink and hung up the towel, hurrying back to dive under the covers with her.

Sam turned over onto her stomach, pressing up against his side. He rested an arm against her warm back, sighing contentedly. "So..."

"So?"

"So what did you think?" he teased her.

"Like I said earlier, not so bad," she grinned. "Although in order to do a proper evaluation of the experience, I think we might need to try it again later."

"Not so bad?" he huffed, rolling his eyes. "Is that all you can say about it?"

"Well, I thought if I inflated your ego too much, you might not fit through the gates of Disneyland tomorrow," she giggled, then rolled over to face him. "Jon, it was wonderful." She reached up to press her fingers against his lips. "Thank you for being so patient with me."

"It was worth it," he stated simply, dark eyes intent, and kissed her fingers. Then, reaching over towards the lamp, he turned it off, and curled up against her in the darkness. Within minutes, she was sprawled out across him, sleeping deeply, her eyes squeezed shut like a little child's. Pulling the covers up over her shoulders, he slowly relaxed, wondering how he could be so lucky as to have found someone so wonderful when he hadn't even been looking.

He opened his mouth, about to speak, then hesitated, momentarily uncertain. Finally, he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her skin, ready to surrender to sleep, and whispered under his breath, "Love you, Sammie..."

--fin.