Title: One Time Thing

Author: Nicky Chevalier

Feedback: I live for it. nickychevalier@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Summary: They *really* missed each other. Paradise Lost episode addition.

Content Warnings: Sexual situations.

Category: S/J, PWP, Episode addition

Status: Complete

Archive: SJD, Helio, wherever.

Spoilers: Paradise Lost

Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em.

Author's Notes: If you're looking for a plot here, good luck finding it.

For Jen, for all the encouragement (and great beta-work!), and ReeAnn, for being a fantastic friend (and for writing emails as long as mine!).

***

Jack opened his eyes reluctantly and looked around for the source of his abrupt wake-up, groaning as a heavy pounding on the door forced him from his comfortable position on the couch. Who the hell was knocking on his door at-- he checked his watch -- okay, so it was only 8pm; his internal clock was still a little off. A month on a deserted moon could do that to you.

He flung open the door, ready to tell whoever it was to go away, and stopped. Wow. She looked really good in leather. And her hair was wet- - probably something to do with the drenching rain-- and... she looked really good in leather.

"Carter," he tried and failed to keep the surprise out of his voice. "Hi." He looked around for Jonas or Teal'c-- Carter never came here alone-- but found only her motorcycle parked in the drive. "What's up?"

"I... um..." she trailed off and he raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest of the sentence. She shrugged self-consciously and averted her gaze to the doorframe. "I just came to say welcome home. I didn't get to see you today, so..." she trailed off again.

"Oh." Okay *now* he was surprised. "Well, thanks. It's good to be back."

She nodded, her eyes meeting his again briefly.

"So. Coffee?" He had to ask, though he knew the answer would be n--

"Sure."

Oh.

She left her muddy boots on the doorstep and hung up her coat as she passed, and if Jack's eyes just happened to notice the slight sway of her hips in those leather pants when she wandered into the living room, well... it wasn't his fault. He was trained to be observant.

He took his time with the coffee, and when he delivered her steaming mug to her she was sitting comfortably on his couch, feet tucked underneath her, looking for all the world like she belonged there. But he didn't dwell on thoughts like that.

He took a seat beside her, careful to keep the requisite distance between them, and brought the hot drink to his lips, sighing at his first taste of real coffee-- the base's caffienated sludge didn't count-- since returning from the hellhole orbiting P7C411.

She sent him an amused smile, gesturing at his mug. "I guess you missed that, huh?"

Still halfway asleep and stuck back on the part where Carter smiled, it took his brain a second too long to catch up with his mouth. "There were other things I missed more."

Catching his tone of voice, she looked up sharply, her gaze meeting his for a moment and darting away. Shit. Nice going, O'Neill.

"I mean, you know..." he covered. "The Simpsons... Beer... ESPN."

"Yeah," she nodded, looking thoughtful. "I guess it would be hard to live without... television... if you lost it."

"And beer," he added lightly, "don't forget the beer."

She grinned. "Right. And beer."

Their eyes caught and held, and he knew this was traditionally the part where she'd make her excuses and leave. Only, she didn't. And she was still staring at him.

Breaking their gaze finally, he glanced down at the mug in his hands and set it on the coffee table. "Actually, beer sounds really good righ-- mmph."

It took several seconds for the situation to register. She was kissing him. *Carter* was *kissing* him. And... hey, he was kissing her back. When had that happened?

She broke the kiss abruptly, staring at him like the proverbial deer in the headlights. He had a feeling his own expression wasn't much different.

"Sir, I'm sorry..."

She still hadn't pulled out of his loose hold, and her mouth was right *there*, and she was still speaking but he'd be damned if he could concentrate on a single word.

"I shouldn't have co...mmm"

Okay, now *he* was kissing *her*. This was rapidly getting out of hand. He was going to put a stop to this... any second now.

And then her hands came up to hold his head and her tongue slid into his mouth and he forgot to think for a number of seconds. Or hours. Maybe days. He couldn't really be sure.

They parted, panting for breath, and stared at each other for several long, silent moments. Then the hand that had at some stage crawled its way under his shirt began to wander, tracing nonsensical patterns over his stomach, and he finally, miraculously, began to regain some perspective.

"Er - Carter, are you sure you're... you know... feeling okay? Because-- not that I'm complaining or anything-- but, this really isn't like you."

"I'm fine. I just..." she trailed off, and there was silence for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. "The last four weeks have been hard." She lowered her gaze from his, and when she looked up again there was a question in her eyes. "Just this once. Please. It'll be a one time thing, I swear."

"Carter..." he had the willpower for this. He did. He could resist it.

"Jack."

Well, when she put it like that...

***

He didn't waste time answering, just brought his mouth back to hers and, lips colliding forcefully, she slid down on the couch under his welcome weight. Moaning softly into his mouth, the hand gripping the back of his neck slid up to grasp a fistful of hair, holding his head to hers as they assaulted each other with lips and tongue.

His kisses moved over her jawline and down her neck, then back to her mouth, and he hooked a hand under one of her knees and drew it up, eliciting a gasp from her and groan from himself as he pressed against her.

It wasn't enough; he needed more. The couch, being at least a foot shorter than him, wouldn't allow him the leverage he needed to deepen the contact. He rose up on his forearms to speak to her, though his lower body refused to cease its activity. Their bodies still straining against each other, he struggled to find a coherant sentence. "You know," he spoke against her mouth, "this isn't exactly- - oh god do that again-- the best place for this. I do have a be--"

But his sentence was cut short when she gripped his shoulders and promptly flipped him off the couch. "Yep," he ground out as she straddled him, "this'll do."

If he'd had any remaining doubts about the wisdom of their actions, the sight of Carter perched atop him was his undoing. As far as he was concerned, this was the best idea she'd ever had. And she'd had some good ones.

Impatient hands tore at whatever clothing he could reach, his fingers working the buttons down her front with a speed he was quite proud of. He paused to let her pull his shirt over his head and then unhooked her bra and tugged it off too, immediately cupping her rounded flesh in his hands and pulling her down so he could coax a nipple into his mouth.

She whimpered, her lower body moving rhythmically against him, teasing him through the layers of clothing still separating them. He reached for the fastenings on her pants, and, undoing them, his hands slid under the leather to grasp her hips, pulling her down as he thrust up against her. She groaned her appreciation, fingers faltering slightly at his belt buckle as a shudder tore through her.

Sitting up, his mouth met hers again and he lowered her back onto the floor, kissing her deeply before moving to peel away the rest of her clothing. His lips came back to hers for a second before he coaxed her knees apart, his mouth trailing liquid fire down her body until she was squirming restlessly under him, wordlessly requesting an end to the teasing. Finally he gave in, and her eyes slammed shut as he began to suckle at her flesh, her fingernails scraping over the carpet before her hands clenched into tight fists.

Fingers splayed on her stomach to still her restless movements, he felt her muscles tighten and quiver as she neared completion. She was close, so close, and he retreated then, ignoring her mewling protest and concentrating instead on the quick removal of his remaining clothes, which had suddenly became unbearably tight.

Still hovering just on the edge of release, she gave a sharp intake of breath as he slid inside her, thrusting once, twice, and then holding still when she cried out, her internal muscles clenching around him as she rode out the waves.

He watched awareness slowly creep back to her, distracting himself with placing soft kisses over her hairline while he waited for her to open her eyes. She did, giving him a heated look that went straight to his groin, and her hands moved down his back to pull him more tightly against her, forcing a harsh groan from somewhere deep in his throat.

Needing no further invitation, he began to move once again, pounding into her now with almost reckless abandon, and she met him thrust for thrust until he exploded, a harsh cry tearing from his throat. He collapsed against her, sated, and buried his face in her neck while he fought to get his breath back. "You," he panted, his voice muffled against her skin, "are amazing, you know that?"

***

She was up and in the process of dressing when he opened his eyes, the early morning sun casting a dull glow through the room. "Hey," he protested, "where you goin'?"

"Some of us may be on downtime," she explained, "but I still have a meeting with the science staff to get to."

"Oh." He sat up and pulled on a pair of boxers, and she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth before she resumed dressing.

"So," he grinned at her, "I take it you missed me while I was gone?"

She paused in the middle of tugging on her socks and threw him an innocent look. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

He sent her an amused glare and she shrugged, trying for nonchalant and failing miserably. "I may have gotten somewhat... accustomed... to having you around."

"Oh," he nodded disbelievingly, "right. Accustomed. Sure." He moved swiftly to pin her against the wall, his face inches from hers. "Admit it. You missed me."

"Never." Her breath caught as he leaned down to nip lightly at the side of her neck. "Okay, maybe a little."

"Well," he spoke against her skin, his hot breath sending a shiver through her, "I missed you a little too."

"Yeah?"

He noted with no small amount of pride the slight catch in her voice as he switched sides, his lips and tongue trailing lightly over the soft skin at the base of her throat. "Well, I did just spend a month alone on a moon with Harry Maybourne. I kinda missed everyone. Teal'c. Jonas. Hammond. Hell, I even missed Doc Frasier and her big ol' needles."

"Oh." Her lips turned up into a smile and she angled her head to allow him better access, her fingers tangling in his hair. "But you missed me more than Janet, right?"

He chuckled, his hands sliding under her shirt to caress the bare skin at her waist. "Yes, Carter. I missed you more than Janet."

"Good." She nodded once and slipped out of his grasp, making it halfway to the door before his brain processed the fact that she was leaving. How the hell did she do that?

"Carter?"

"Meeting, remember? I'm late. See you at the base."

See you at the base?! So, that was it? His heart was suddenly sinking faster than the Titanic. "So... this really was just a one time thing?"

She nodded, stepping out into the hallway. "Of course. And it'll be a one time thing next time, too."

He grinned. *That* he could live with.

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