TITLE: Icing On The.

AUTHOR: SelDear

EMAIL: SelDear

STATUS: complete

CATEGORY: PWP-Vignette

SPOILERS: None

SEASON/SEQUEL INFO: It's mentally set in Season Six, after Redemption, but it could be anywhere!

SERIES: None

RATING: NC-17

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit sex

SUMMARY: "Icing, huh? Sweet."

DATE: 27th September 2002

ARCHIVED: SJA

DISCLAIMER: (To the tune and rhythm of "His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad...")
These characters don't belong to this fic-writer,
And this line of writing don't pay;
I wish they were mine - they're really divine,
To archive, please ask me, okay?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first (and last) PWP. Any sex scenes written hereafter will be in the context of a longer story, mostly cos I'm not comfy with writing pure sexfic. This story was birthed after listening to the reports on 'Redemption' via the gals in chat. In particular, mention should go to Denise's "Let Them Eat Cake" series, inspired by the Jack-and-Sam cake scene in Redemption Pt I. I've written a nice PG fic for that series, this got started and needed to be finished. Four months later, it is! Thanks, Mary, for betaing! Enjoy!

***** Icing On The. *****

"Are you finished yet?"

"Nearly." Sam ignored the drumming of fingers on the benchtop as she swiped the spatula over the cake once again. Artistic design wasn't her cup of tea, but she thought the cake looked pretty good. She glanced up at the man who watched her with a fondly exasperated expression. "You just want to lick the spatula, don't you?"

"Of course! I'm not going to get the cake for several hours yet..."

Sam grinned, her expression changing as Jack swiped a fingerful of icing from the inside rim of the bowl. "Hey!"

"You were finished with it, weren't you?" He licked his finger and grinned, confident of his ability to charm.

"I *was* going to add a bit more to the sides..."

"It was only a little bit," he protested, like a child caught in a misdemeanour.

Both amused and annoyed, she swatted at him with the spatula. He dodged it neatly and caught her wrist, still grinning. "Didn't your mom ever tell you not to play with your food, Carter?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, feeling delightfully childish. There were moments when she wondered where straight-laced Major Carter had gone in the past year and moments when she was glad of the change - and the man who'd helped to bring it about.

Jack shook his head at her, "Ah-ah-ah! No sticking your tongue out at a superior officer, Major." He stepped into her personal space, gently pressing her back until she was hemmed into the corner by his body with his hands around her waist.

"But you're not a superior officer, sir," she responded, innocence personified. "Only a higher-ranking one."

Dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "Insolence from a subordinate..." His fingers slipped under the edge of her cotton shirt and he leaned in until his mouth hovered just over hers. "We'll have to find a suitable discipline for such disrespect..."

"Will it still be discipline if I enjoy it?" Sam murmured, aware of the warm heat of him by her cheek and at her waist.

"Yes," he said huskily, before his lips touched hers lightly. "Definitely." Another kiss followed, beginning light, swiftly deepening.

Her pulse began to beat faster in growing excitement as she felt his fingers on the buttons of her shirt, slipping the fastenings out of their holes, tracing her skin with light caresses. She brought her hands to his waist...and remembered that she was still holding the spatula as he grunted in surprise and pulled away from her, staring down at the smear of chocolate on his t-shirt. Glancing back up at her, he reached out and took the spatula from her, "I think I'd better have that, Sam." He leaned back in, but frowned as she put a hand against his chest, "What?"

Tugging his t-shirt from his jeans, she slid her hands up his sides, dragging the t-shirt up with it until she reached his arms. At that point Jack pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the counter - thankfully away from the iced cake.

Sam let her eyes wander openly over his torso, the scars of old wounds marking arms, shoulders, chest and belly. After six months, she knew and loved them all intimately; the signs of the past which had made him the man he was today. Her gaze traced its way up his collarbone and the strong, corded lines of throat, along the line of his jaw to his mouth and up to the warmth of his eyes.

"Do you like what you see, Major?" He asked softly and although his eyes crinkled with faint laughter, Sam knew there was more in the question than she could hear. Fear of her rejection because of the scars he carried, inside and out.

In response, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over his collarbone, running her mouth down into the soft hollow at the base of his throat. Her fingers traced patterns lightly over his flesh and he shivered with her touch. Warm hands gripped her upper arms as she trailed her mouth down his sternum to his navel with light, nipping kisses.

She loved the taste of his skin under her lips and the way the muscles of his stomach tensed under her mouth.

She loved the way he moaned her name as her tongue circled his navel, then dipped lower.

She loved *him*. Sex was the icing on the cake as far as she was concerned, the physical manifestation of something that had been there for longer than she cared to admit. She'd tried to fight it, put it away, keep it in the room - whatever. She'd failed.

They'd both failed.

"Sam..." He tugged on her arms, unwilling to surrender just yet and she smiled to herself as she trailed her tongue back up over his pecs, detouring by way of his left nipple and sucking hard on it, hearing his groan in the air and in his chest. "Dammit, Carter!" Hauled up by sheer force, she had a moment to steady herself against the bench before he pulled her into a fierce kiss.

Sam opened her mouth, giving him free access to her, tasting the chocolate of the icing on his tongue. If she stretched her imagination, she could taste his desire as his mouth moulded her lips with sensual intensity. She could certainly *feel* his desire, throbbing lightly against her hip. Gently, she rubbed her pelvis against him, felt the pressure of his mouth increase against hers.

The heat from him was coming in waves and she pressed her body closer to his, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin shirt, half-undone...now all undone.

His fingers were tracing the edge of her bra, but not slipping inside and she made a noise of protest as she broke away from him.

"What?" Jack asked, desire mingling with deep uncertainty in his expression. "Sam?" Without words, she curled his fingers over the lace edge of the cup until his fingertips touched her nipple. A smile touched his lips, warm and intoxicating - she loved his smile. Lazily sensual - the kind of grin that sent a sigh down a woman's spine without first consulting her brain.

He slipped her shirt off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor behind him, then laid down a necklace of kisses over her collarbones and shoulder as he undid the fastening of her bra. Sam felt his mouth pressing lightly against her forehead as he did so and in response, she tilted her head to kiss his jaw as the lacy undergarment dropped away from her body and his warm hands replaced it on her skin.

He stroked her slowly, thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples while she reminded herself to breathe. In and out... In and out... Oh God, he was driving her *crazy*! "Jack..."

"Yes, Sam?" There was a husky note in his voice, but he was attempting to be nonchalant. "Was there something you wanted?"

Her hands dropped down over his chest, scraping over his belly and sliding around the sides of his hips to cup his butt as she pulled him against her and ground her hips into his without remorse. The hands on her breasts convulsed lightly and tingling excitement fissioned in her chest. "You. Now."

The lazy smile broadened and his voice was a little huskier as he pressed a little harder against the crotch of her jeans, shifting this way and that and watching her suck her breath in. "Patience, baby," he crooned as his mouth brushed hers and his hand slid into the back of her jeans, "We're just gonna take the long way round..."

"I think I might be dead before then," she moaned beneath his mouth. He was rubbing their hips together, angling his thrusts so the cotton of her panties was sliding against her clit in erotic sensation.

"Mmm? Why?"

Her hands slid up his back, over familiar scars. "Because you're a tease, Jack."

"Me? A tease?" He grinned and suddenly stepped away from her, reaching for the icing bowl and the discarded spatula. Scraping the spatula around the inside of the bowl, he sauntered back over to where she was propping herself, breathing deeply and trying to calm the ache between her legs. *Later,* she promised her body, *soon...*

Sam watched in hypnotised fascination as the spatula brushed her lips, then closed her eyes as it trailed down her throat, leaving a trail of thick, sticky icing behind. She felt the cool weight of it drag over first one breast, then the other, smearing the scent of chocolate over her flesh.

There was the sound of the spatula being tossed to the bench. "Open up," he whispered in her ear and she obediently opened both her mouth and her eyes and licked the icing off the finger being held before her. Without looking away from his face, she sucked the sweet sugary substance from his finger, sliding the digit in and out of her mouth, stroking him with her tongue and watching his eyes heat up from a slow burn to a fierce hunger. He pulled his finger from her mouth with a noise like a groan and she licked her lips.

He pressed his lips to one corner of her mouth - the corner with the icing and his fingers touched her chin, holding her face still as he slowly sucked the icing off her face...then her throat...

She slid one hand over his shoulder to keep her balance as he leaned her back over the counter, the better to leave a moist, tingling trail of kisses down her throat...

*Remember to breathe, remember to breathe...*

His tongue swirled icing over her skin, carefully cleaning each inch of flesh before moving on to the next one and his hands held her firmly still. His teeth lightly grazed the curve of her breast and Sam let loose a groan, "God, sir..."

The mouth on her breast stopped - so close to her nipple it ached. Sam bit her lip. He stood up, his hand settling along her jaw, thumb over her mouth. "'Sir'?" There was a slightly wicked glitter to his eyes. "Do you remember what I said about titles in bed, Sam?"

"We're not in bed," she breathed, gently rubbing her swollen lips over the pad of his thumb. "And remember what I said about calling you 'sir' in bed rather than 'Jack' out in the field?" She sucked her breath in, as the fingers of his other hand slid into the front of her jeans. When had he undone the zipper?

"Mmm...I remember..." The lazy drawl matched the slow brush of his fingers through her pubic hair, his fingers sliding intimately through the wetness between her thighs. His thumb found her clit and rested there while she shuddered and held her body still. She would *not* rub against him like a bitch in heat.

God, but she wanted to!

And he saw the desire in her eyes - and the fear.

Fear that someday, she'd look into the darkness of his gaze and see nothing but contempt for a woman who'd spread her legs too eagerly for her commanding officer.

Jack leaned in and kissed her, tenderly and she felt his own acid fear, voiced only once before. *One day, you might decide you don't want me anymore, Sam. When that day comes, I won't try to keep you, but I won't regret anything either.* They didn't make promises that they couldn't keep, but what they did promise each other was binding.

All or nothing.

And they'd gone past 'nothing' a long time ago.

They weren't heart-whole, but what they had to give, they gave freely.

And it was enough.

More than enough.

She nipped at his mouth, sucking lightly on his lower lip. In response, he stroked his thumb over the small nub of blood-swollen flesh - hard enough to send quivers of impending pleasure over her skin, soft enough to tease. Sam moaned against him at the exquisite sweetness of the torture, her hips pressing against his hand in an instinctive urge. The other hand cupped her breast briefly, before he broke off the kiss, leaning down to cover one nipple with his mouth.

At first, he was just moistening the tip of her breast with his mouth, then his tongue delicately licked the sensitive nub. After a moment, he began sucking her in earnest and she keened encouragement as electric desire coursed through her in renewed energy.

Jack sucked her in rhythm with the movement of his thumb, of her hips, of the pulse of blood in her veins. Sam flexed her fingers in his hair, panting as she felt herself draw closer to the cusp of delight. His mouth moved to the other nipple, his tongue rubbing the encrusted icing against her sensitised skin, miring her in waves of feeling, flooding her with raw and earthy sensations that she was powerless to stop.

Then his mouth was on hers again, rougher, harsher as the movements of his thumb increased in pressure and speed. She clung to his shoulders as she rode his fingers. Her blood was singing, her body was tingling and he answered each moan with a kiss as pleasure spun through her in synaptic overload.

And in those seconds, the universe spun dizzily down to nothing more than the taste of his mouth, the scent of his sweat and the feel of his flesh against hers as her body succumbed to the exquisite fluidity of her orgasm.

Seconds - or hours - later, she felt his mouth break away and rested her forehead against his cheekbone, as his fingers soothed her eroticised senses. His touch was now sensual rather than sexual, tender without being too arousing and intimate.

"That was nice," she murmured against the line of his jaw.

"Mmm," came the reply, his breath whispering past her ear, "Sweet..."

Laughter rippled through her in spite of herself and she traced one hand down over his chest, her fingers resting over his heart as she closed her lips around his jaw and felt him swallow gently. Oh, revenge would be *sweet...* "I think we should retire to the bedroom, Jack."

"What's wrong with here?"

She pulled back so he could see the wicked gleam in her expression, "What *I* have in mind for you requires a bed."

"Requires?"

"Are you going to need persuasion?"

He caught her around the waist, "Depends which kind of persuasion we're...talking...about... God, Carter..." His flesh under her fingers was damp and hot and she slid her fingers along a part of him that was rapidly developing its own ideas about what came next.

"Bed," she purred into his ear as he stiffened.

"Bed," he agreed, hoarsely. "And you're *very* persuasive, Major."

"Maybe you're just easily persuaded, *Sir*," she drawled, curling her fingers lightly around him and grinning as she watched him swallow again.

"I...oh, God...Sam... That is *so* unfair..."

"And to what tribunal do you plan to appeal?" Sam teased, sliding her fingers out of his jeans and slipping out from between him and the bench. As she passed her shirt, she picked it up and slipped it over her shoulders. Then she walked past him on her way to the bedroom, shirt front fluttering open, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was following her.

He was.

Jack took an exquisite and voyeuristic delight in watching Sam come on his finger. She controlled herself so carefully at work, that when she lost her composure during sex, it was a pleasure to watch. And it was an intoxicating draught to his ego that *he* was the one who could do that to her.

She knelt between his thighs now, down on the floor undoing his boots by touch; glancing up at him with laughter and love.

It never ceased to take his breath away. Admiration and respect, yes. Attraction and desire, sure. Love...

There were moments when he lay awake at night and wondered what she saw in him. Moments when he woke up in the middle of the night and rolled over in the bed to check if she was there. Times when he lay awake and listened to her breathe in the quiet and wondered if today was the day she'd wake up to herself and realise she didn't want this relationship after all.

She knew about his doubts. He wasn't sure she believed how close and cold they sat to his soul.

Sam pressed one hand against his mouth and he kissed her fingertips, closing his eyes.

He felt her lean forwards, her skin rubbing against the denim against his inner thighs. The ache in his groin intensified slightly, then intensified a lot as the tips of her breasts touched his stomach and her tongue slid over his collarbone. No, correct that - her tongue *rubbed* along his collarbone, while her nipples massaged his belly and his erection throbbed unquietly in his trousers. "Sam..."

"Shh..." she murmured, working her way up his throat and he brushed his hands along the sides of her body, tracing the outer curve of her breasts as he did so. She shivered under his hands and her teeth grazed his skin, causing shudders of anticipation as he thought about her mouth elsewhere on his body.

Suddenly, the warm, erotic feel of her against him was gone and he sucked in his breath in protest, blindly reaching for her.

Her mouth brushed by his lips for the briefest of seconds before she was tugging off his boots and socks, her fingers lightly tracing his instep. Then she sat back on her haunches, smiling up at him. Her shirt hung open, showing a pale strip of flesh running from throat to the open fly of her jeans, lightly marked by reddish welts here and there.

"Whatcha looking at?" He knew, of course.

"You," she said. "And that damned smile of yours."

"Why damned?" Jack tried to play the innocent. That lasted for all of two seconds as she knelt before him and lifted her face to his. Instinctively, he leaned forward to capture her mouth as his hands cupped her breasts, still firmly pointed tips delightfully textured.

"You know why..." She breathed as her hands slipped into the waistband of his jeans and caressed his abdomen. "You know very well why..."

He shifted back a little on the bed to assist her in undressing him. When she pulled back so she could stand up, he slipped his hips out of his jeans and she took the hems and yanked them off.

Then it was just him and his boxers.

Sam sat down next to him on the bed, her fingers trailing up his calf, up his inner thigh, until her fingers rested lightly on the satiny material confining his erection.

*Breathe slowly,* he told himself, watching her face. His chest wasn't getting the message - all it could do was heave irregularly - especially as Sam began tracing her fingertips in light erotic patterns over the material of his boxers.

"Sam..." Her touch and her smile were slow torture. Jack groaned and shifted his hips so her hand pressed against him a little harder. Sam laughed and lifted her hand a scant inch above his thrusting flesh and he gasped in frustration. "Tease."

"Wanton," she replied and the slightly husky note in her voice undid him.

Propping himself up on one elbow, Jack grabbed her hand and pressed it down against his erection. "Only for you, Carter..." Then he gasped as her palm rubbed along the length of his swollen penis eliciting electric tingles that crawled their way from his groin to his chest, forcing a moan from him. "Ohhhh...*baby!*"

She laughed and bent down over him, her mouth brushing past his while her hand slipped *inside* his boxers and stroked him, skin to skin. His hand slid up into her hair, bringing her mouth down to his and he moved his lips and hips against her frantically.

When she withdrew both hand and mouth, he protested, "Sam..."

A quick kiss and then her mouth slid tingling down his throat, his collarbone, his sternum, his belly...and then...

The touch of her mouth on the tip of his erection turned the fine needles of desire in his belly into an ache of pleasure-pain in his groin. Moist, pink lips opened to enclose the whole head and she suckled it lightly, tasting him, teasing him.

"Carter," he managed as her tongue rubbed lightly across the sensitive tip, desire crawling through his body with an electric tingle. "If you keep that up...I won't be responsible..." Pleasure assaulted him as violently as any beating as she drew him more fully into her mouth, her tongue stroking the underside of him as his throbbing flesh vanished into a warm, wet cavern of pure delight. "Fuck, *SAM*!"

She slid him in and out.in and out, tantalisingly slow, excruciatingly sensuous. He panted and groaned in pleasure, his body limp except for the part which her mouth was teasing with expert skill. The movements of her mouth were getting more powerful now, working him up to a panting sweat. Lustful tension coiled in his belly, a serpent more insidious than the Goa'uld...waiting for the time to strike...

Moments like these Jack wouldn't have cared if anyone heard him. He wouldn't have cared if anyone saw Sam Carter giving her lover - and, incidentally, her commanding officer - the blow job to end all blow jobs. Court-martials weren't even a speck on the horizon. The only thing he was conscious of was that the bed was beneath him, he was naked to the balls and the woman with his most private part in her mouth was enjoying watching him lose it.

And hell, he was *enjoying* losing it!

His nerve endings tingled with impending orgasm as the suction of her mouth increased. Jack cried out as an ache ripped through him, arcing from groin to belly to chest to throat. He came, resisting the urge to thrust up against her, his hand curving through the silky blonde strands of her hair as she moved over him, swift and sure, repeating the motion over and over as he gasped her name through the exquisite sensations coursing through him.

Jack surrendered.

It could have been minutes later, it could have been hours. Jack floated blissfully in a haze of adrenaline and whatever other hormones were released during his orgasm. When he finally dragged himself out of the slow, sweet haze which was drowning him, Sam was nowhere to be seen.

*Gone.* The cold fear stroked him insidiously through the hazy lethargy and he levered himself up on his elbows. "Sam?" No response. "Sam!"

She appeared in the door, "Sir?"

He ignored the title. "Was wondering where you went."

A smile crossed her face, "I just put the cake away."

"Good." He held out one hand, "Come back to bed."

She did, slowly sashaying her way across the room, grinning as she watched his body respond to the sight.

It was a little embarrassing to have her watch his erection swell, but as she straddled his thighs and closed her fingers around him, Jack frankly didn't care.

He was *way* too old to be this randy.

"Witch," he moaned as her fingers traced lightly over the pulsing flesh, exciting him further with her caresses. To make her stop, he grabbed her waist and rolled her under him so he was lying between her thighs with her breasts brushing against his bare chest and her face a scant inch below his.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, eyes devouring her features. "Did I ever tell you that?"

"A few times," she murmured back, her mouth curving softly. "You're good for my ego."

*And you're good for mine.* He leaned down to kiss her, drawing deeply from her mouth and feeling her arms go around his neck, holding him there. Almost unconsciously, Jack began shifting his weight onto her - but the chill bite of her zipper against his groin reminded him that she was still dressed.

He pulled away from her, disentangling himself from her arms and grinning at her protest. "You're still clothed," he observed, huskily. "We have to change that..."

Her jeans were eased off her hips and he tossed them on the floor and surveyed his lover from toes to crown. From the slim ankles and along the long expanse of slender leg that vanished into black cotton panties under an unbuttoned shirt through which one rosy nipple peeped, to the graceful set of her shoulders and throat, and the sensual mischief in her eyes. Sam propped herself up on her elbow as he watched and the shirt fell back, revealing the curve of hip and waist and breast.

His body responded appropriately, the half-swollen organ coming to full attention and he fought the urge to cover himself up as a smile appeared on her lips. She glanced up his rapidly-colouring face. "Having some difficulty there, Jack?" Sitting up, she slipped the shirt off her shoulders and let it float to the floor as she lay back on the bed.

"Just a little," he said, his breathing constricted by the invisible vice which had his chest in its grip. "Do you think you could help me...ease this?"

In answer, she reached out to touch him. Her fingers teased him expertly and Jack sucked in a deep breath and played his fingers from her jawline down her body, caressing her nipples lightly with one hand. The other skimmed down her body to stroke the sensitive skin of her abdomen at the low-slung waist of her underwear.

Forget lace and leather, in the last couple of months, Jack had found there was nothing quite as...stimulating...as the sight of Sam Carter in nothing more than a pair of black cotton panties.

Pushing her down onto the bed, he drew the scrap of cloth smoothly down over long, long legs and tossed it away. Then he ran his fingers up the inside of the pale, slim limbs, watching her eyes grow dark as his fingers buried themselves in her dark gold pubic curls. He stroked the nub of her clit, the flesh under his thumb erect and throbbing while his index and middle fingers dabbled in the soft wet folds deeper between her thighs. Sam panted lightly and he stroked her harder, watching in satisfaction as her head tilted back against the pillow in a pleasure-induced groan. But she only let him stroke her a few more times before she touched his wrist. "Want you."

"Condom?"

"Bedside drawer..."

As he turned away to get the prophylactic, he felt her turn on her side, her hands reaching out to caress his hips and buttocks with sensual intensity. He grabbed the condom and frantically pulled open the packaging as the ache in his belly tightened. Sam had run her hand from his buttock over his thigh and begun stroking his penis in swirling, teasing motions up the erect shaft.

Rational thought fled.

Jack didn't remember getting the condom out of its plastic wrap - for all he knew he didn't and Sam did.

He *did* remember watching with bated breath as her fingers stroked the edges of the condom down the length of his erection while his fingers fumbled through the triangle of hair to fondle her so she'd be on the cusp of orgasm when he took her. "Ready, babe?"

In answer, she pushed him down to the bed, one knee either side of his hip. He reared up to kiss her and as her mouth drew back from him, teasing his lips, he felt the soft wetness of her opening tease the head of his penis. His hands grasped her hips and he pulled her down onto him as he thrust into her, the warmth of her body closing around him.

*Sweet.* The satisfaction of being completely sheathed in her body was excruciating - the intimacy of flesh and flesh representative of a deeper surrender. She gave up her autonomy and he gave up his control and together they sought to gratify each other - and in doing so, found their own exquisite release in love and desire.

He thrust again, her hips moving over his. A careful rhythm developed as they tried to find each other's stride, a more frantic pace setting in as the urgency grew.

Jack tried to be mindful of her pleasure - he thought he'd brought Sam close enough to the edge so she would soar. He felt and heard her gasp and her body clenched around him as she cried his name and flung her head back, her eyes closed to more completely savour the feeling.

Jack let his eyes feast on the sight of her, from the slim waist to the rose-tipped breasts framed by his hands, up the fine shoulders and the elegant line of her throat, to the parted lips and tilted head of his lover. She was exquisite in body and soul and heart and he loved her way more than was safe or sensible for either of them.

"Come for me, baby," he rasped, knowing he was moments away from his own release. "God, Sam, look at me..."

Obediently she opened her eyes and met his gaze with love and desire and delight. Jack revelled in the reckless pleasure in her expression. It was primitive and possessive, but he loved watching her orgasm, knowing he was the one who'd brought her to that point of abandonment.

"Jack..." She cried out in gratification as her hips continued to buck against him. "Jack!"

*Oh God...* Jack moaned as his own body orgasmed and rational thought became impossible. He growled her name as he pumped himself into her, his hands clenching on her thighs - she'd have little bruises on the soft flesh tomorrow - wildly spending himself inside her.

She watched him come, sharing in the experience, smiling as he arched up against her repeatedly. Deeper and deeper he lost himself in the blue of her eyes and the warmth of her flesh - a pool of desire in which he happily lost himself, body and soul.

Their movements stilled...slowed...stopped. For a long time, the only sound in the house was their twinned panting as they inched back to the world around them from the haven of pleasure.

Finally, Sam eased herself off him, slipping down by his side in drowsy lassitude.

Jack stripped the used condom from his penis and flicked it into the bin, then turned towards her, drawing the sheet up over their naked bodies. His mouth sought hers in a gentle, open kiss.

"Satisfied?" He murmured against her lips and the heavy-lidded eyes opened to lazy, cat-like slits.

"Mmm..." She was usually sleepy after sex, sometimes falling asleep on him before they could uncouple. It was kinda cute. Sam Carter gave everything she had to whatever she was doing at the time - whether it was scientific discovery or sex. "Very."

"You gonna snooze?"

"Yep." She tucked a hand under her cheek and shut her eyes again.

Jack kissed her, softly and sweetly and her mouth curved in a smile. He liked to watch her sleep. He could do it for hours on end. The sex was good, but Jack could and had survived without it.

*This* was the real treasure - the tidbits of tenderness and intimacy that might have everything or nothing to do with sex. Loving this woman in her moods and her moments, amazed at her brilliance, delighted by her drive and proud of her achievements and accomplishments. Amazed that she would give him the time of day, let alone care about him.

Sex was the icing on the cake of love - and while the icing was certainly nice, the cake was much better.

She snuggled into him, adjusting the way she was lying and Jack slid an arm around her waist and smiled into her hair.

*Much* better.

*** THE END ***

Feed me! Oh feeeeeeeed me! Sel.