Title: Intimately joined

Author: Angel and Venom

E-mail: venom@scififan.com halo_with_horns@wouldilie.com

Rating: NC-17

Category: Romance, PWP.

Pairings: Sam/Jack

Content Warnings: Sex

Summary: Sam and Jack become intimately joined.

Season/sequel: None.

Spoilers: Emancipation. Small one for D&C.

Archive: Heliopolis, S/J and Venom's Sam and Jack site- Home of the Angel- In the heliopolis links section.

Disclaimer: I don't own these people; I'm just borrowing them for my- And most certainly their- enjoyment. *g*

Author's notes: A few glasses of Bacardi saw the birth of this idea. A few Scotch's mixed with Jim Beam saw this fic written. I am *so* never drinking again! *Evil snickers can be heard from Venom, 'cause she doesn't get hangovers.*

Feedback: Wanted, Craved, and Lusted for

Dedication: For anyone out there who manages to get drunk, write a sex fic while under the influence, and not find every second word that you're writing funny.

Date: 29-11-2002

~*~

The caress on my stomach from the body spooned behind me is enough to rouse me from sleep. Not enough to quell my anger at being woken up before the sun, but enough to make me shiver as the caress heads to my navel. How does he know how sensitive my navel is? We've never made love before, or touched each other like lovers do, but he seems to know my body.

"What are you doing?" I ask, whispering into the silence of the dark.

He doesn't answer at first, but chuckles lightly. "I'm rubbing your stomach." State the obvious why don't you?

"Why?" I whisper.

The answer that I receive is not quite what I had expected. "Because your skin looks like silk in the moonlight and I wanted to know if it felt the same way."

"Should we be doing this?" I ask, a soft moan following my question as his hand lightly brushes over my breast.

"Probably not."

I sigh quietly as his delicate hand touches my breast again, the nipple standing up in reaction. I know that we shouldn't be doing this; he knows that we shouldn't be doing this, and yet we are. Personally, I blame the natives. The leader of this village, Gurnaga, could quite easily pass for Turgan's long lost brother. He seemed to have the same idea about me that the arrogant bastard Turgan had before I kicked his ass. Although, since the incident on that mission, we are a little more prepared.

If anyone in the culture asks, then I'm married to Jack and he doesn't allow me to wear embroidery over my face. Some line about wanting to kiss me all the time. But the natives bough it, which meant no ugly blue dress for me this time. Instead, I have to share a bed with the Colonel in what can only be described as a black teddy. Satin, thin straps, very short, and clingy, with nothing underneath. Underwear's not 'allowed' apparently, much to his appreciation.

My appraisal of our current situation is quickly forgotten as his hand once again returns to my navel, his smile against the skin of my neck an obvious sign of his appreciation at my reaction. His fingers, which I praise, leave my navel and travel down to the apex of my thighs.

"We shouldn't be doing this, so do you want me to stop?" He asks, twirling his fingers through my pubic hair.

"Never." I whisper.

"Good." He murmurs.

Jack nudges my thighs apart slightly, and brings his hand back to my center, gently touching and stroking the damp flesh to the song of my moans. His hand settles comfortably between my thighs and he parts my folds, his finger sliding in carefully, stretching me. A second finger joins the first, and eventually a third as they slowly move within me. He's missing my clitoris on purpose, I know that, but with tremors coursing through my body, I find myself not caring. The pace is slow, sensual, and romantic. Not words that I would normally associate with the man behind me, but amazing none the less.

He brings me to the brink of my release before finally speaking again. "Don't scream." He orders and if I could see him, then I'd be shooting death glares.

"I'll have you know that I don't scream!" I say, not at all offended.

"Really?" He asks, amusement lacing his tone. His thumb moves to my clit and I can't help but let a part-scream/part-squeal escape my lips as I find the release that I'd strived to reach for the past ten minute's.

"Proud of yourself?" I ask, ordering my breathing to slow back to a somewhat normal pace.

"Very." He grins, and despite the near darkness of the room, I can still barley make out that self-satisfied grin.

He holds me close, his fingers no longer within me, the long digits now stroking my damp flesh, bringing me back to Earth. His lips trail light kisses over my neck, and eventually reaches my mouth and we kiss, tongue's battling. The kiss is languid, slow, agonizingly slow.

"Jack." I growl, impatient.

"What do you want Sammy?" He asks, sucking on my ear lobe.

"I want to feel you inside of me." Surprisingly, I don't burn up or die at the embarrassing admition, I feel rather relieved that I can tell him what I've wanted for nearly five years.

Jack groans, and bends down to kiss me again. As he continues to pour all of his passion into one simple kiss, he rolls us both so that I'm laying under him, with his body resting in between my thighs, his pants gone.

His erection rests against my opening, and I try to push him forward, to no avail. "Loose the teddy." He orders, and I grasp the hem of the silk, which was resting bunched up on my breasts. Pulling the material, I slip it off my shoulders and throw it to the floor, only to forget it as Jack moves down my body to gently caress my nipples with his tongue.

"Jack!" I moan. He looks up at me, grinning as his hands continue to fondle. "Please now!" I beg, desire and impatience overcoming me. He moves back up my body, and locks eyes with mine. Silent questions are asked and answered.

*Are you sure about this?*

*Very.*

Repositioning himself, Jack pushes forward until he fills me completely and I can't help but wince as my flesh stretches. "Are you alright?" He asks, concerned.

"It's been a while." I admit. "Don't worry, I'm fine." I smile.

Despite my reassurances, Jack's pace is slow, his thrusts gentle. It's only when the slight pain subsides and my desire grows that I find my voice to urge him faster. "More." I demand, and he willingly complies.

"God Sammy. . .yes." He moans. As his thrusts speed up, so do my passion filled cries. I feel my release coming once again, and wrap my legs around his back, locking my ankles together. We climax simultaneously, calling out each others name.

"Wow." I breathe.

"Amen." He agrees, un-locking my ankles so that he can pull out of me.

"No. Don't leave me yet." I plead, and he rolls us, still joined, so that I'm lying on top of him. "That was amazing."

"It was. And it will be next time too, assuming that you want there to be a next time?" His eyes don't meet mine as he whispers the question.

"I want there to be many, many, more times." I grin.

"I love you."

The words shock me, especially coming from him. I knew that he cared for me, and maybe I knew that he loved me, but I never expected him to say it. "I love you too." I reply, recovering from my joy induced shock.

And we sleep, intimately joined.

~*~

The End.