Title :

Fingers and Thumbs

Author :

Linz

Email :

lindsaymallen@yahoo.com

Category :

Sam and Jack

Status :

Rating :

NC-17

Content warnings :

Pairings :

Season/sequel info :

A year after D&C

Spoilers :

D&C

Archive :

SJA, Heliopolis, others only have to ask.

Summary :

Response to the "no-penetration" challenge.

Disclaimer :

Ok, don't own characters (wish I did) made this story up, didn't make any money out of it, yada yada, you know the rest.

Feedback :

Author's Note :

OK, this started as a totally different story, but it kinda got modified to fit this challenge. Oh and as was pointed out to me, it's no longer a PWP, it's a SWAP (sex with a plot) – kinda. Anyways, enjoy... oh and it's not really been Beta'd cause i not had or got the time, so any mistakes i say "Oops" for now :)

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The fine hairs on the back of her neck bristled, her senses heightened allowing her ears to recognise normally silent sounds, just as they had been all day. The door to her quarters was opened gently, that on any other day she may well have remained oblivious to the tiny distraction, not today though.

Then she felt it, the soft, hesitant hand place itself carefully on her shoulder. A shiver ran through her, but she did not pull away. She couldn't. She knew what today was. She had been expecting him all day. Waiting for this.

She had known with every fibre of her being what today would bring. She knew both herself and him well enough to know that today would bring resolution.

One way or another.

The hand slid reverently down her arm, amplifying the tiny shivers of pure lust shooting from the pit of her stomach through to every nerve ending in her body, until it reached fingertips. Softly lacing between them, resting as if they had always been there, asking a question more coherently than she had expected.

She understood that she would hear no words from him unless she spoke. He had travelled past that point and his nervous determination was apparent in every movement he made. He had reached his decision, now she must reach hers.

A heart and body at war with a mind and conscience.

She remained seated, but whispered, "You shouldn't be here," even to her own ears she knew her voice was shaking.

"Yes, I should," she wanted to drown, drown in the low reverberations of his husky whisper. Unconsciously her head titled back slightly as his free hand traced her jawline.

"We can't do this, you know we can't," her resolve cracked further as he brought their joined hands above her head and placed them to his heart for her to feel the unusually erratic rhythm.

"So ask me to leave" he was so close that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he leant down to her.

"Leave," but not even her own ears believed her.

"No Sam, not this time."

With that he whirled the chair around and pulled her out of it, not allowing her time to recover her balance before soft insistent lips found hers, determined to win. Determined to show her that a year on, those feelings were too strong to be left in a room.

She fought herself, and she fought him. Against the real need he created in her to let herself go. Because she knew that if she did, there would be no place left for her to hide from him. And that was more dangerous than any enemy the Stargate could throw at them - *he* was more dangerous.

Yet, as his lips melted against hers in the single most earth- shatteringly, stomach-flippingly, leg-quakingly amazing kiss of her life, that resolve was readying the white flag.

She knew that he could sense his approaching victory. She could feel the smile play on his lips, but before she was even aware of it, her arms had snaked around his shoulders and her fingers began to lace with the short hair that she had been dying to touch for a very long time. The second they did, he tightened his arms, silently promising to never let go.

Later, she would realise that this was the unmistakable point were all logic, analysis and duty went AWOL.

She felt the kiss explode as she joined in, her hands skirting the broad shoulders and bunched muscle of his arms before gliding smoothly across his stomach and chest. His involuntary gasp was her reward. The smile that played across her lips was quickly forgotten as she felt his hands began to explore, pulling resolutely against her shirt's imprisonment in her trousers. Just as he won the battle and the shirt came free, he began to walk her backwards in the general direction of the nearest wall.

He managed to cushion her landing as best he could, while simultaneously pulling her T-shirt up and over her shoulders. She saw his eyes flash molten fire when he saw his first unobstructed view of her chest, that reaction in him sending shock waves through her. The realisation of how deeply he needed her was almost as good as the sensations that his inquisitive hands where evoking.

He finally broke her gaze and his mouth met hungrily with lace- covered nipples and her reaction was instantaneous. Her short nails dug into his back, plucking restlessly against the soft black material of his shirt as his long fingers slowly peeled the straps from her shoulders, freeing her aching breasts only long enough for his lips to capture a nipple again.

She was aware of her hands moving of their own volition, down his shoulders, across his chest and lower still until they found the hem of his un-tucked shirt and moved beneath, finally touching bare skin, bunched muscle and small nipples. She smiled once more against his lips as he growled from deep inside his throat, momentarily forgetting his own ministrations.

But it took him only a moment to regain his equilibrium; although she could tell her nimble fingers were making short work of not only his belt and zipper but also of his aims. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him and was just about to do some serious damage to his self-control when he hauled her roughly back onto her feet.

"No Sam, my turn first" he whispered as his lips found her neck and his fingers found her fly.

"Say's who?" she couldn't help her response, she had so wanted to…

"Say's *whom*," he corrected "and I do *Major*" She gasped as his long fingers found their way beneath the tops of her panties, while his foot hooked the material of her trousers, pulling them to the ground. "Any objections?" he asked evilly as his fingers moved casually lower.

"God… No Sir…"

"I didn't think so," he smirked as he watched her head throw back between the confines of the wall and his chest, her hands doing their best to cling to his shoulders as his fingers progressively descended.

Her lips where taken in another tumultuous kiss, his tongue mimicking a later promise. At that moment, all she wanted in the world was to feel his hand, his fingers, as they gave her what she craved. But to her frustration, his smile grew as his cruel fingers skirted around her wet curls, touching all but where she ached for him. It seemed he was in no hurry.

She was almost sobbing with need and frustration, when he removed his fingers altogether. Circling her until he pulled her closely to him, allowing no denial that her state was mutual.

"Look at me Sam…" God his voice was low, so low that it startled her from her daze. When she lifted her gaze to his, she saw naked desire in eyes darker than any man's should ever have the right to be. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was the first time she had looked at him since he wandered into her quarters, but the only thing she could concentrate on was the statement of fact that his eyes presented to her.

"Jack…please…" before she could even form the rest of the sentence, his hand resumed it previous position and his fingers surprised a gasp from her as for the first time, they entered her pulsing centre, deeply. He moved them minutely within her depths, keeping her one single step away from exploding around his hand.

"Say it again," he commanded, refusing to let her eyes snake away from his. Holding her gaze effectively and unwaveringly.

It took her a few seconds to return to him; her need for him causing an involuntary grinding of her hips against his now tortuously still fingers in the hope of easing the ache. Yet he now seemed calmer than ever.

"I said, say it again," he still would grant her no relief by his fingers, which remained deep within her while a thumb splayed in feather light contact against her nub.

She refused to believe that he wanted her to beg, so whatever part of her mind that was still vaguely functioning at this point knew what he required. The barrier he needed to breach, the one thing that had stood between them, unyielding for more than just this last year. So looking deeply into that absurdly dark velvet that he called eyes, she willingly surrendered to him completely.

"Please… *Jack*"

The sound hadn't even died on her lips before his fingers began to move. Long, deep, wicked strokes, bringing her closer and closer to what she craved with every heartbeat. All the while his eyes held hers prisoner, never once allowing her to close them or look away. He wanted to see everything; he wanted to witness this moment through her eyes, to see her emotions laid bare. And she wanted to show him.

As another finger entered her, a thumb once again found her clit, exerting the faintest pressure. Yet combined with his magical fingers it was enough. Millions of tiny lights erupted across her field of vision. Obscuring all but two pools of melted chocolate and lips that curved into a lethal smile and uttered something so softly that if it hadn't been echoed through his eyes, she may not have realised it had been said at all.

"I love you Sam"

With that she exploded again against still moving fingers as his lips found hers, sealing the vow.

As she finally came around, held tightly in his arms, her first thought was to show him that he was not the only one capable of torture. But as a wicked smile played across her lips and her hands began to drift lower, he pulled back slightly, away from her grasp.

"Sam, that may not be such a good idea," his eyebrows motioned to the top left corner of the room which had been partially obscured earlier by a wonderfully placed closet.

Once more it took her a second to catch his wavelength. When she did she turned crimson. They where still on base! Not only on base - but in a room with security cameras! She heard his laugh, but could not share his humour… this was very bad. She'd completely lost all logic, he'd walked in and took her over and she had let him with no care as to where or who (militarily speaking) she was.

He read the expression in her eyes and spoke,

"Which was exactly my point. This "thing" between us is stronger than protocol, stronger than threats of courts martial. It always was, and a year of waiting has only made it worse. We can't run from it any longer Sam… besides, there's no sound on the cameras in personal quarters,"

This time his smile was contagious, how could it not be when he had the ability to look like a kick ass Colonel one second and then a little puppy dog with a wicked streak the next?

But her tone disguised that. Instead she became professional; she became Major Sam Carter again.

He saw the change, and she saw him flinch as she spoke.

"I'm sorry, *Sir* but this can't happen again…" she almost surrendered herself as she saw his face crumble for the briefest of seconds, before his training took over.

"Sam…" the desolation cut her, but she had to do this.

"…at least not while we're on base. Too risky…" She let herself watch the emotion light his face as a smile light his soul. "…my place, 1900 hours. And don't be late flyboy"

With that she let her lips brush his quickly and then ducked underneath his arms and away from him. While simultaneously returning items of clothing to their original positions. Her success manifesting itself as the man stood dumbstruck. His arms supporting his weight, maintaining the gap between himself and the wall. A gap that she has so recently occupied.

Finally, he moved, snapping a sharp precision salute at her he spoke in his best "Colonel Voice".

"1900 hours, yes Ma'am" his smile the only clue that he wasn't totally following military etiquette.

"Good. Dismissed Colonel" her smile still playful, but her tone authoritative as she watched him perform a full drill turn and begin to walk away.

"Oh, and Jack," he stopped at her words, but did not turn back "I love you too". She saw his shoulders grow straighter, heard his deep intake of breath and knew the smile on his lips would be threatening to reach right around to his ears.

He glanced over his shoulders, his eyes on fire.

"I know you do Major" and with that he left, leaving her torn between indignation and mirth.

THE END!

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Fingers and Thumbs copyright to Lindsay Allen, October 2001.