"Make A Wish" by Little Miss & AQ

Title: Make a Wish

Author: Little Miss with guest writer AQ!

Rating: NC17

Archive: SJA, Helliopolis, sure, anyothers, all ya hafta do is ask...

Summary: Sam's birthday, Jack, umm, chocolate truffle and a Limo...go figure

Disclaimer: Not mine unfortunately, all SG characters belong to MGM, Gekko and Showtime etc. No infringement of copyright is intended. I received no payment for writing this fic: writing is it's own reward (althou I wouldn't say no to some feedback, hint hint )The song 'I'll Stand by You' is used without permission and is by Chrissie Hyndes and the Pretenders, taken from their album 'Last of the Independents'. I also do not own this song, but i hafta mention the fact that it kicks ass.

Authors Notes: The alliance between myself and AQ! has been forged from my appreciation of her WSHH? series, so naturally I jumped at the chance to write with her! Kudos for AQ! for the Limo idea, truely inspired, and thanx for betaing and taking the time to write the ...other stuff... in this here fic. Big thanx goes also to Noda for betaing in record time, general nice comments and her generosity for shipping a deprived Pommy some SG-1 merchandise YAY! Thanx to jay who beta'd and was able to watch upgrades and DaC in sync over the net @ 1am whilst chatting in the samandjack AIM chat Floey: for betaing and helping me come up with the line 'may the loop be with you' after we somehow got into a Star Wars discussion over AIM...

Eeeeek! Sorry for the rant guys.. And now, one with the fic!

Copyright 2000 Little Miss

Make a Wish

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jack was happy.

No scrub that, Jack was MORE than happy.

Walking down the corridor, with a jaunty spring in his step I might add, he felt the urge to smile inanely at those he encountered as he traveled to Sam’s Lab. SF’s were shocked to say the least. Jack rarely smiled at anyone other than Sam, this much was public information, and the fact that he had a ‘happy go lucky’ skip in his step made them curious as to which alien virus he had been infected with this time.

Yet Jack cared not for their worries, he was a happy camper; a VERY happy camper.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

(Two days earlier)

"Come on!" Jack whined emphatically from the DHD, "Aren’t you done with your doohickeys yet? I want to go hoooome!"

Muttering something about ‘patience being a virtue’, Sam ignored her childlike CO and continued to adjust the sensors on her latest Tok’ra acquisition.

"Sir, I’m trying to make sure the Sensory Electron Probe won’t heat up when the other sun rises in a few hours. If it does, then Dad isn’t gonna be happy that I broke his toy."

Throwing her hands in the air, she relented and stood up,

"All done okay?" Her tone was a little sharper than she had intended, but she was tired, hungry, and sick of her CO’s incessant whining and moaning.

Ever since the two of them had arrived on P4K 279, he had made it very clear that he wasn’t at all happy. With two men short, he had assumed the remaining team members would be given some much-needed downtime, or at least some time on Earth. But General Hammond had thought otherwise. This mission was a simple ‘gate there-setup the gear- gate home’, but he hadn’t thought the setting up part would take four hours, give or take.

"Thank you!" Jack retorted with an equally sharp tone.

‘Great,’ Jack thought, ‘couldn’t let it be could ya? Had to have the last word…’

Gating back in silence, they were greeted by the requisite SF’s in the Gateroom with the order to get showered, checked over by Janet and debrief in two hours.

Turning to Sam to apologize for his attitude, Jack was dismayed to find her gone already, no doubt off to hog the showers. Wincing, Jack realized he had no other choice than to go get his post mission physical done with, making his butt a shooting range for Janet and her big needles.

"Ow ow ow.." Jack started as Janet pierced his skin with yet another needle.

"Geez Janet, couldn’t you give me these another way?"

"I think I have some suppositories around if you would prefer those,"

If it was possible, Jack’s face blanched even more and he eagerly held out his arm.

"Just hurry up with this one okay?"

Daniel, still confined to the infirmary, muffled his laughter at Janet’s threats from beyond his curtain.

"Hey! Don’t think just because you’re all trussed up in there that I won’t give you a what for SpaceMon- OW!"

At this Daniel lost the little control he had and he burst out into full laughter, grasping his sides as the stitches began to pull.

"OW! Jack please, stop making me laugh…"

The arrival of Sam, freshly washed and scrubbed with a clean set of fatigues on was enough to subdue Daniel and he turned slightly to greet her.

"Hey, how was the mission? Did ya find any artifacts for me?"

Chuckling at Daniel, Sam shook her head,

"Sorry, this was a relative quickie, no time to scout around. When you get better we can go look for some okay?"

"Listen, about tonight, I’m really sorry. I’ve begged Janet to let me out of here, but she won’t risk me tearing my stitches." Daniel apologized, giving Sam a grimace at his predicament.

"But I did remember to get you a present; more than I can say for some."

"Hey! No one told me it was her birthday last time, I thought it was in September, not August." Jack replied at the accusation Daniel threw at him.

"Anyway, I remembered this time, but because SpaceMonkey had to go off and try to retrieve that ROCK, we’re not gonna be able to go out to celebrate tonight, you can’t pin that one on me!"

Holding out her hands to placate the two men that were degenerating into five-year-olds, Sam assured them.

"Look, its fine, we can go out some other time, it’s no big deal honestly."

"Well, Teal’c sends his love, as does Drey-Auc and Rya’c. He’ll be back in a few days,"

"That’s typical isn’t it? Danny-boy gets injured and Teal’c gets a holiday, leaving me and Carter to spend hours fiddling with her doohickeys on some goddamn planet." Jack groused, rubbing his arm that was still tingling with the stuff Janet had injected this time.

Rolling her eyes, Sam threw Jack a dirty look. Deciding to play the mischievous matchmaker, Daniel suggested innocently,

"Listen Sam, just because Teal’c and I are out of commission, there’s no reason why you, Janet, Ferretti and Jack can’t all go out and have a little celebration."

Raising her eyebrow, Sam shrugged,

"Fine, you okay with that?" She asked the lady brandishing a six inch needle, and the USAF Colonel grimacing as he held out his other arm.

"Fine by me." Came the replies in unison, Janet’s response was a great deal cheerier than Jack’s reply.

"Great!" Daniel concluded, giving Sam a slightly mischievous grin. Too tired and hungry to notice, Sam gave herself over to the torture of the post mission physical.

*~*~*~*~*~*

"Well, what do you think, Kitty? The black or the red?"

"Miaow.." the ginger tomcat replied as it leapt of the bed and out of the room, finding more to amuse his interests.

"Thanks for that Schroedinger, you really know how to make a girl feel special on her birthday," Sam replied as she held up the two tops side by side, waiting her perusal.

"Black, definitely," she decided firmly as she began to move on to the more pressing topic of what to wear on her lower half…pants or a skirt?

Delving into her wardrobe as she fought a stubborn coat hanger, she managed to finally retrieve her favorite black pants, only to find them now sporting a hole.

"Typical…" she muttered as she searched for something more suitable than a pair of holey pants.

The shrill ring of the telephone, delayed her expedition into fashion hell, and she answered quickly,

"Hello, Sam Carter speaking."

"Hey Sam, it’s me….look, I can’t make it tonight, Cassie's come down with the flu and I don’t want the baby-sitter to come down with it too. Listen I’m really sorry…I hope you have a good night."

Her face slightly crestfallen, Sam had little choice. "That’s okay Janet, give Cassie a hug and tell her I’ll come and bring her some Ben Affleck videos tomorrow to cheer her up."

Laughter rang from the other end of the phone "I wouldn’t bother Sam; she now thinks that Leonardo DiCaprio is the greatest thing on this planet…"

Sam made a face, "Nah, give me Harrison Ford anyday.."

"Okay, well I’ve got to go now…Leo is about to face and icy death on the Titanic and I need to find the Kleenex quickly…I’ll speak to you tomorrow okay? I want to know all the details."

"Will do.. bye Janet"

Hanging up the now silent receiver, Sam groaned, as she found her skirt now had a smug looking cat sitting on it….

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Quickly grabbing a towel, Jack hurried out of his bathroom to answer the impatient shrill ringing of his phone.

"Okay, okay….Hello?"

"Hey Jack it’s me; Listen, I can’t make it tonight, SG-10 is one man down and Hammond’s asked me to take command to P4G-119, tell Sam I’m sorry okay?"

"You mean you’re gonna leave me with two women all night long? I don’t want to get drawn into another science debate again!"

"Enjoy it Jack, not every night you get two lovely females for company, you’ll be the envy of every guy in the place!"

Mumbling Jack replied, "Okay, well, you still on for poker night on Friday?"

"Nope, no can do. This mission is 96 hours. I’ll be back late Sunday night."

"All right, well, I’ll speak to you when ever then, be careful."

"See ya Jack, be careful yourself."

Glancing at his bedside clock, Jack realized he had little over an hour to get ready and to the restaurant.

"Oh joy….."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Walking into the restaurant, Sam was less than pleased. Her car was still in the shop, and it had been murder trying to get a cab here, she was still finding cat hair on her and she felt like death on legs. Other than that, everything was just peachy.

"O’Neill; Party for three," Sam told the hostess. Smiling, the young woman checked her list and informed her,

"Mr.O’Neill is waiting for you at table five, near the balcony."

"Thanks," Sam finished as she went off to find the table. Approaching the table, Sam was taken aback by Jack’s choice of attire; Black definitely suited him, and that leather jacket was just to die for…

Shaking herself out of her stupor, she returned the smile Jack was now giving her.

"Hi, you been here long?" She asked as she allowed Jack to remove her jacket.

"No, just long enough to order the wine," Jack replied with a grin as he took his place opposite her. From this vantage-point, he was able to get a clear view of her and he liked what he saw.

She had obviously kept in theme with her clothing from the O’Malley’s ‘incident’ and she was now wearing a dark crimson slash neck top, intricate gold stitching adorned the collar and the sleeve cuffs that reached her elbows. The black skirt showed little of her legs, only from the knee downwards. This was something Jack found slightly frustrating, but there was still enough flesh exposed to tease every male within a five mile radius as to what the full expanse of her legs would look like… Her hair was softer tonight, and her face radiated under the warm glow of the candles.

Drumming his fingers on the table as they engaged in idle chitchat, they awaited the third member for the evening and after a half-hour, Jack suggested,

"Maybe you should give Janet a ring; see what’s keeping her."

Confusion filled Sam’s face,

"Janet can’t make it; I thought we were waiting for James.."

"Ferreti can’t make it, I thought we were waiting for Janet.."

Groaning and laughter filled the table as they looked at each other;

"Look’s like it’s just the two of us sir.."

"Well, you can’t celebrate your birthday alone so," raising a glass Jack finished, "happy birthday, Sam."

Clinking glasses, they each took a long sip of the fruity wine and Sam held back a chuckle.

"You want a beer don’t you?"

"No, well, maybe kinda, sorta...yeah," Jack confessed.

"I’ll buy you a beer later sir okay?"

"Jack."

"Huh?"

"My name is ‘Jack’."

"Okay then, so Jack, are you gonna get the food ordered coz I’m starving over here."

Grinning, Jack signaled the waiter over and ordered steaks for two…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You didn’t?!" Sam asked incredulously, as she sipped more of the second bottle of wine.

Shrugging his shoulders in the familiar fashion Jack defended himself,

"I was only 19; and a dare is a dare."

"But streaking? That takes a lot of courage,"

"No, it takes a lot of stupidity…and tequila…" Jack finished with a grin.

"So what kind of skeletons are lurking in your closet Sam?"

Blushing Sam remained silent.

"Oooo that bad huh? Tell ya what, if it beats my deepest darkest secret, I’ll buy you dinner Friday night."

Raising her eyebrows in interest, Sam toyed briefly with divulging her murky past, but decided against it,

"No thanks Jack, you wouldn’t be able to handle this one,"

His interest now well and truly piqued, Jack leaned closer, hoping to persuade Sam with his presence alone.

"Please? Come on, I told ya mine…."

Relenting slightly, Sam decided to give him the readers digest version.

"Prom Night, back seat of a limo……go figure," she supplied whilst maintaining a look of pure innocence on her face.

"You didn’t?! You sly dog Carter! That was one I never thought about…." He replied as his face nearly broke in half trying to support the grin now firmly plastered to his face.

Enjoying the look on his face, Sam felt a little guilty at letting him believe something that wasn’t *entirely* true.

"Well, we never actually, er, finished what we started. The Limo driver was none too happy to find some hormonally charged teenagers making out in the back of his Limo. My dad wanted to know why I came home in a cab when he had paid good money for the Limo, I had no choice but to tell him that the Limo got a flat tire. I had a hell of a job preventing Dad from ringing up the company, demanding a refund."

The large grin on Jack’s face managed to double in both size and smugness, as he whispered conspiratorially,

"I’m not gonna be able to keep a straight face next time Dad comes round to visit; I’m gonna need something to divert my attention….."

Jack’s ‘blackmail’ was left open, and Sam immediately regretted this sharing of secrets session.

Emptying his glass, Jack finished "Don’t worry Sam; your secret is safe with me."

Not entirely convinced, Sam gave him a quizzical look, and nodded slowly, trying to determine if he was for real or not. Jack read the mistrust in her eyes and smiled genuinely,

"I’m serious; I won’t breathe a word of it I swear."

Trusting her gut instincts Sam smiled and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Once away from Jack’s gaze, she allowed the grin that had been threatening to emerge, surface itself and she laughed quietly at the thought of Jack doing a streak.

‘Nice imagery there all right. Maybe this night isn’t a total loss after all.’

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Sir? Would you like to order coffee and dessert?"

"Er, none for me thanks, but I have no idea what the birthday girl wants. Can you swing by in a few minutes?"

"It’s the lady’s birthday? Well, I’m sure the chef wouldn’t mind adding extra ‘sparkle’ to our chocolate truffle, plus the staff do a fabulous rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’…."

Shaking his head, Jack decided his life wouldn’t be worth living if he embarrassed her like that. On the other hand, she might think it was sweet of him.

"Actually, she deserves some celebration, and could you also do me another favor?"

Pen poised, the eager waitress dutifully took down Jack’s instructions.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Reclaiming her seat, Sam was instantly suspicious of Jack’s wide smile.

"Fancy something sweet?" He asked casually. "I hear the chocolate truffle here is to die for."

"Okay then, but only if you’re having some." She agreed conditionally.

"Fine, er waitress?" He signaled the waitress, with a gleam in his eye that Sam didn’t miss. What was he up to?

Disappearing into the kitchen, the waitress reappeared with several other members of the staff, one of whom was the chef carrying a plate with dessert looking suspiciously like chocolate truffle; adorned with sparkler’s and a candle.

"Happy birthday to you…" The cheery song she had had directed at her 33 times now was even more embarrassing the 34th time. Even more so when a certain USAF Col. joined in, motioning for the whole restaurant to lend their vocal chords for the occasion.

Her face filled a deep shade of red as she sank into her chair, all the while plotting a suitable revenge for her CO. Placing the dessert in front of her, the chef finished the song, leaning down to place a kiss on her hand and wish her a happy birthday.

"Happy birthday toooo youuuuu…!"

Smiling politely at the staff and chef, Sam thanked them as she kicked Jack’s shin under the table. Once business returned to usual and she was less of a focal point for the hundred odd people dining in the restaurant, she hissed as Jack,

"That was embarrassing! Did you really have to do that?" The anger she wanted to convey somehow got lost in the humor in her voice. "It was a nice gesture, but I hate being the center of attention." She finished, placing her hand on top of his briefly. "No more surprises?"

Trying to keep a neutral expression, Jack lied, "I promise, now are you gonna blow out the candle or not?"

Closing her eyes, Sam thought briefly and blew out the still flickering flame of the candle. Opening her eyes, she met the gaze of Jack through the smoky trail of the dying embers of the candle.

"What did you wish for?" Jack asked, his voice slightly husky.

"Wouldn’t you like to know," Sam replied, her voice equally thicker than usual.

"I would actually," Jack continued, enjoying this side of Sam he had never seen before.

"If I told you it wouldn’t come true," she finished, letting her statement hang in the air, open to various forms of interpretation. Picking up her spoon, she navigated her way through the candle and sparklers and brought a small piece of the chocolate delight to her lips.

Closing her eyes as she let the small piece of heaven melt in her mouth, she found herself enjoying this night more than she thought possible.

Opening her eyes, she was met by an amused smirk from Jack,

"Enjoying that are we?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, a glint in her eye. "Wanna try?"

Nodding his answer, she carefully retrieved more of the dessert onto her spoon, and began to hand the spoon and it's cargo to Jack’s hand. Instead, Jack smiled and opened his mouth slightly, awaiting her to deliver it to him.

‘Sam, you’re playing with fire here’ her logic warned. ‘If he’s the flame, I so wanna get burnt.’

Letting logic stew on the back burner for a change, she carefully maneuvered the spoon into Jack’s mouth, watching as he removed the spoon of it’s cargo; closing his eyes as he savored the taste.

"Enjoying that are we?" She reiterated his earlier words.

"Oh yeah." Removing the spoon from her grasp, Jack turned the tables and began to spoon the chocolate delicacy into her mouth, alternating between feeding himself and her.

With each portion, the intensity increased, the tension sky-rocketing as the levels of flirtatiousness reached new unchartered heights.

Sam was saddened to find the plate now empty of the dessert, the intimate contact between them now gone. Settling back in her, she felt a blush creeping into her cheeks, staining them a rosey hue. Noticing her unease, Jack felt guilty that he’d taken the harmless flirting a bit too far, now the atmosphere between them was a little uncomfortable to say the least.

The waitress came back and collected the now empty plate, smiling at Jack. Sam found herself getting slightly jealous at the much younger, and much *prettier* woman.

Scowling at herself in disgust, Sam turned her attention to the band that was now taking requests from the diners. Smiling, she let herself drift off as the first chords of a familiar song began to play.

Oh, why you look so sad, The tears are in your eyes, Come on and come to me now.

Seeing the half lidded eyes of Sam, Jack took the initiative and led her onto the dance floor, pulling her into his arms, yet remaining a modest distance apart; neither quite sure what the other would find inappropriate.

And don't be ashamed to cry, Let me see you through, 'Cause I've seen the dark side too.

Swaying gently to the equally gentle melody; Sam released herself of any doubts and second guessing and let herself go. Winding her arm round Jack’s shoulder a little more closer, he brought together their clasped hands, securing them between their chests. His other arm, holding her by the waist, pulled her closer as she had done only moments earlier with his shoulder. Resting her head, she allowed herself to be swept away without logic or sensibility dictating her actions.

When the night falls on you, You don't know what to do, Nothing you confess Could make me love you less.

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, Won't let nobody hurt you, I'll stand by you.

Risking a glance at the woman in his arms, Jack let out a contented sigh as he bowed his head, resting his cheek on her forehead, and tightened his arm around her. Closing his eyes, he smiled as he felt her move closer still, her hand now coming to rest on the back of his neck, as her fingers idly played with the fine hair there.

So, if you're mad, get mad; Don't hold it all inside, Come on and talk to me now.

And hey, What you got to hide? I get angry too, Well, I'm a lot like you.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Sam was nearly drugged with the intoxicating smell of Jack, his cologne filling her, the sound oh his heartbeat, the rhythm increasing as she pulled him closer. Feeling his skin on her forehead, she nearly lost control completely. Moving her arm, so her hand rested on his neck, she began to stroke the skin she found there.

When you're standing at the crossroads And don't know which path to choose, Let me come along, 'Cause even if you're wrong,

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, Won't let nobody hurt you.

Pulling back slightly, Jack lifted Sam’s face with their joined hands, and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Happy birthday Sam," and with that, he stooped and placed a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips.

I'll stand by you, Take me in into your darkest hour, And I'll never desert you, I'll stand by you.

And when, when the night falls on you, baby, You're feeling all alone, You won't be on your own.

Pulling back from her lips, Jack smiled and resumed his place, his cheek resting gently on her forehead. Shocked to say the least, Sam had found herself unable to respond to Jack’s kiss other than to close her eyes and allow him to press his lips on hers. As he removed his warm lips, she felt bereft, but the smile he gave her filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling from head to toe.

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, Won't let nobody hurt you.

I'll stand by you, Take me in into your darkest hour, And I'll never desert you. I'll stand by you.

As the music stopped, Sam didn’t pull back from Jack’s warm embrace, instead she waited for him to reluctantly let his arm drop, and lead them back to the table, holding her hand in his. Unsure what his next move should be, he asked the waitress for the check and she returned brandishing the check and a large grin on her face. Paying, the bill, quite handsomely Sam thought, she allowed him to put her jacket on and led them outside, all the while still clasping her hand in his.

Opening the door for them, the door attendant tipped his hat lightly in a weak salute and he too gave Jack a conspiratorial grin. As she walked out of the door, Sam stopped dead in her tracks as the door attendant opened the car door.

The door on a black limosine.

"Jack?" Sam asked, unusually lost for words. "Did you do this?"

"Maybe…" he shrugged, motioning her to get into the car, guiding her with his hand at the small of her back. Once seated in, she waited for Jack to join her as he climbed in the other side.

"Where to Sir?" The driver began, he voice cheery and friendly.

Jack turned to face Sam, "Well, where to birthday girl?"

Smiling bashedly, she suggested. "How about we just go for a drive around the city? It’s a beautiful night out."

Jack grinned and turned to the driver. "You heard the lady, tour of the city please."

"Aye sir," the driver finished with a smile as he raised the divider between the driver and the two passengers, and pressed the silencer.

"I can’t believe you did this!" Sam laughed, "This is classic O’Neill. First you embarrass me in front of hundreds in a restaurant, then you do something so…"

"Sweet?" Jack finished with her, coining his favorite phrase.

"Well I was going to say unpredictable, but sweet does come into play here," she agreed.

"Ya well, unpredictability is my middle name, keeps you on your toes. Deny it as you might, ya know you love this wild streak in me," he joked, instantly debating his choice of words.

"Maybe I do," Sam admitted quietly, her eyes cast downward.

Caught totally off guard by her frank admission, he had no idea what to think, so he let his heart rule his head instead.

In a swift move, he lifted Sam’s head up with a single finger, looked into her eyes’ and bent his head, capturing her lips with his. Kissing Sam earlier hadn’t felt quite like this. That was shy, chaste, revealing no true feelings or emotions. This embrace was so much more. The passion simmering between them all night long had finally come to a head, igniting into the feral embrace they were now locked in.

Not quite sure how to respond, Sam simply followed Jack’s lead, letting herself be totally swept away on this tsunami of passion and desire. Her hands came together behind his head, pulling him closer still to her aching frame. Taking the hint, Jack deepened the kiss, rewarded by the sweet taste of Sam as he coaxed her into a dual, both drawing deeper into the embrace.

With a great deal of restraint, Jack pulled away, keeping his hands on Sam’s face.

"I need to know Sam, do you want this? Because if you don’t really want this; if you don’t want me, if you don’t want ‘us’ I need to know now. I can’t-"

"I want Jack, oh god I want." Sam finished as she pulled him back down for another passionate embrace.

"Good," Jack finished, silencing any further words by claiming her lips once again in a heart soaring kiss.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~* AQ!’s Guest Spot *~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After a few seconds, he broke the kiss.

"Sam . . ." Her eyes answered his silent question for her, but she knew she had to say it for his security. He had to know that she wasn't feeling pressured into doing something she really didn't want to do. She put her hand on his cheek.

"Make love to me , Jack." She said , capturing his lips once again. After hearing her plea, he knew she was sure of what she wanted. He deepened the kiss, and shifted his body to where she was underneath him. She moaned into his mouth, as he put his hand on her foot. He was slowly moving his hand up her body. Up her calf he went, till he reached the hem of her skirt. He released her lips, and looked down on her. He grinned. She knew why he was grinning.

"Just take it off, Jack." She purred. She had a long skirt on that was hip hugging, and made it hard for him to open her legs, and get between her legs.

"OK!" He smiled, as he reached behind her to the zipper on the back of the skirt. He unzipped it , removed it, then neatly placed it on the seat in front of them. He got back on top of her, now able to get between her legs. She gasped as he grinned, and rubbed his finger on her opening through her panties.

"Jack!" She said as he rubbed harder. He kissed her lips once again. While he was kissing her, he moved her panties aside, and stuck a finger inside of her. She gasped in pleasure into his mouth. He stuck another finger in her, making her squirm. She was so ready! He release her mouth. Still with his finger inside of her, Jack kissed her down her neck to her shoulders.

She removed her shirt. He raised his eyebrow when she didn't remove her bra. She smiled. "You're not gonna strip, Jack?" He smiled at her challenge, and took his finger out of her. He got up to take off his clothes, but she stopped him.

"Uh-uh!" She said. "My turn." She slowly took off his shirt and pants, kissing the exposed flesh as she did it. He was now naked, but she still had her bra and panties on. He wasted no time taking them off. He kissed her lips once more. She started giggling.

"Sam, you know your giggling could ruin the mood."

"I'm sorry, Jack.. I'm just remembering the last time I was like this in a limo - well not exactly like this - we had clothes on, but the point is, we got dumped out of the limo, and.."

"The limo driver knows what we're doing, Sam. I told him. He's OK with it."

"Good." She smiled.

He kissed a trail down her body, stopping at her breast to pay homage to them. After sucking her breast, he kissed a trail down her stomach, until he reached her pussy. He continued what he was doing earlier, but this time, he put his tongue on her clitorious. She gasped and moaned as he licked her, and fingered her at the same time. He hooked his finger, obviously hitting her G-Spot, because she jumped off the seat and started screaming.

"Jack! OH! God --- Jack! Mmn!" She took her hands and put them on the back of his head, pushing his tongue firmly on her clit. He got the hint, and went faster and harder in his licking. She was beginning to shake. He could feel her contracting around his fingers. She came, spilling her sweet juices into his mouth. Her breathing was still erratic as he captured her lips once again. She could taste herself on his tongue. It turned her on. He raised his head, and smiled as he slowly entered her already slick entryway. Although she was very wet, it took her a minute to adjust to his size.

Once she did, he slowly made love to her. He would slowly withdraw all the way out, getting a whimper from her, then push back into her as far as he could, making her gasp with pleasure with every thrust. He kept this up for a good ten minutes, killing himself not to come out too soon. He wanted her to enjoy every minute of this.

"Jack! . . . OH! Jack! " She said as he saw her breathing get erratic yet again.

"Come for me, Sam . . ." He whispered , as he quickened the pace to make her come. She looked into his eyes, and moaned. He could feel her body contracting around him. She was calming her breathing and contracting down. He kept pumping her until he could feel her build up again.

"Come one more time, Sammy . . . come with me." He whispered to her. He felt her contracting around him once again, this time, she carried him along with her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Little Miss *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Straining to now fill their oxygen depleted bodies, Jack gasped into Sam’s neck, pausing to kiss the slickened skin. Feeling his lips on her burning skin, Sam moaned again, closing her eyes as she relished the intimacy they had just shared. Never in her wildest, well not her *wildest* dreams, had she thought the night would end like this, smiling as she greedily drank in the air she told him this.

"This, is definitely NOT how I’d expected tonight to end." She confessed, kissing his shoulder gently.

Pulling back slightly, Jack grinned,

"Ah, but the night is young," and proceeded to trail lingering kisses down her throat, pleased as she moaned her approval.

"Yeah, the night maybe young, but we aren’t. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind adjourning this to a much comfortable location, say my apartment?"

Shaking his head, Sam lowered her head, afraid that he had changed his mind, that this shouldn’t have happened.

"Mine is closer…" he finished as he captured her lips once again.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So you see Daniel, it doesn’t necessarily mean that this world is without archeological merit, if the evidence we collated from P4K 279 is anything to-" Sam halted, seeing her CO smiling broadly as he leaned against her door jamb.

"Interrupting something Carter?" He asked, knowing full well that he was interrupting, and he didn’t find himself in the least bit guilty.

"Actually you are Sir, I was just explaining to Daniel that the evidence we were able to retrieve might indicate-"

"ACK! I don’t want to know! So Daniel, how’s the stitches?"

"Fine, Janet is allowing me to go off base tonight if you guys want to do anything?" Smiling innocently between the USAF officers, he was delighted at the smouldering looks passing between them.

"Sorry Daniel, I’ve got plans tonight, I’m calling in a bet.." she declined, sending Jack a look that could melt the polar icecaps.

"Jack? What about you?"

"Sorry Daniel, no can do, I’m otherwise engaged tonight. Maybe Monday?"

"Okay, well, have fun guys, I’m gonna go see if Janet wants to do anything, see ya on Monday!" Daniel fare-welled as he exited the Lab, disappearing down the corridor as he sought out the CMO.

"Well? Gonna make me wait all night?" Jack asked, his voice already resuming the huskiness of their previous encounters.

"Well that depends doesn’t it?" She replied, as he lifted herself from her stool, turning to collect her papers,

"On what?" Jack asked, puzzled.

"What’s on offer?"

"Music, food, wine, good company, and chocolate truffle for desert," Jack offered his eyebrow raising as he watched her raise herself to full height.

"I think we should give the music and food a pass. I think the wine, chocolate truffle, and good company should suffice; although it isn’t the truffle I’ll be eating for dessert.." she finished as she sauntered past.

Rolling his yes back into his head, he quickly turned and caught up to Sam in the hallway, lowering his head and whispering

"That makes two of us.."

FINI