"Eight Seconds" By JLo

Title: Eight Seconds

Author: JLo

Rating: NC-17

Category: Humor/Shipper/MiniOTP/PWP

Summary: Being seventeen again isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: SG-1 or any of its characters. I'm just borrowing them for a little bit of fun.

Archiving: SJD, MiniOTP, Heliopolis 2, Sam & Jack NC-17 Fanfic Archive: Screw the Regs. Anyone I left out, please email me and just let me know where it's going to be archived. I'd love to find more NC-17 sites (shipper!)

Feedback: is food for my hungry soul and fodder for my ego. ?

Being seventeen again isn't all it's cracked up to be. Believe me. It's a bitch the first time around, but now I'm stuck here in high school hell. On the bright side, I've got Carter to keep me company. The light of my life. Of course, I don't call her that. She'd probably deck me. We've gotten closer over the last year. In fact, according to the whole school, Carter's my 'girl.' We're 'going steady.' Jesus. What's more is that every busybody here thinks we're sleeping together. Now, I'd love to confirm that, but it just hasn't happened. Yet. See, Carter and I decided to take things slow, so of course in our world, slow is … well, let me put it this way: Congress doesn't take this long to make a decision.

Don't take me wrong, I'm not trying to push Carter or anything, but this body, my body, is… very impatient. It knows what it wants. A certain blue eyed, blond haired goddess that makes my knees weak every time I see her. And speak of the devil… I straighten up from my slouch against the oak tree in the courtyard of the school and wait as Carter approaches.

"Hey," she says before giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

"Hey," I echo back, lightly placing my hands on her hips, needing to hold her. Lately, I'm always needing to hold her. "How was class?"

"Boring as usual. I tried to correct Mr. Burroughs on the proper…." I tune out for a period because I know she is telling, or trying to tell me, something that I will never be able to comprehend, and instead allow my eyes to roam her body. Sam is wearing a black tank top and a pair of deep blue denim jeans, jeans very tightly fitted to her firm ass. My hands drift down of their own accord, and before I know it, they've taken the liberty of sliding down her hips and back to the toned muscles of her butt. "Jack, are you even listening to me?" Sam asks, her eyes twinkling, one eyebrow raised. I tune back in to hear this last bit.

"Hmmm?" I ask noncommittally, my mind and hands focused elsewhere. Of their own accord, my hands reflexively close on her ass and give those cheeks a firm but quick grope.

"Jack…" Sam's eyes glaze over a bit at that small touch. The two of us have been getting quite a bit more physical lately, but I've still only gotten to third base. The last few months have been torture, let me tell you. I take advantage of Sam's distracted state and dip my head to nibble lightly at her lips, teasing her gently, and the tactic works as her sweet mouth opens and I slide my tongue into her mouth. Instant heat. That's all I can think about. That and the fact that her mouth tastes sweet like chocolate. Carter had a sweet tooth, let me clarify, a sweet tooth for chocolate, when we were—big, and now is no exception. My tongue tangles with hers playfully, and the warmth and wetness of her mouth, so closely mimicking what another part of her body would feel like… The thought drives me insane and I groan into her mouth, intensifying the kiss, thrusting my tongue the way I want to thrust another part of my body into her. My hips move into hers and the softness of her belly creates a cushion for my erection. Sam cries out softly and breaks the kiss, panting. She's not the only one with a breathing problem.

"Carter—" I begin, wanting to tell her that we had to stop this or I wasn't going to be able to. Before, Carter was able to turn me on with a look, but now, After, it was like I couldn't get enough of her. Add that to the fact that we were teenagers, complete with all the hormones that came with the package, and I was like a lit fuse around her all the time. It was embarrassing! Sometimes.

"Jack, skip class. Let's go back to the apartment. I want you. Now," Sam said, desire in her voice and a look in her eyes I'd never seen.

"Now? Carter?" That last squeaked out of me. Damn vocal cords.

"Yeah. No more waiting." I stood there, dumbfounded. I'd dreamed of hearing those words for so long and they were finally coming true. YEAH, I'M GONNA GET SOME TONIGHT, my teenage body screams. I feel lightheaded. Carter pulls me by the front of my t-shirt and the next bit is a blur. All I remember is being back at the apartment, in Carter's bedroom, and coming out of my haze to find Sam taking off her shoes and socks and starting to work on her shirt.

"No, let me do that," I say, moving my hands to her tank and removing it. The simple black bra that I have seen so many times over the last few months suddenly inflames me. The bra hugs her curves, making them appear much bigger and is it my imagination or are they softer looking? I remove her bra and Carter kisses my neck. Little wench. She knows how sensitive my neck is! My knees buckle and the two of us tumble to the bed, me on the bottom. Clothes are removed with such amazing speed I think we set a record. Gotta love determination. And teenage hormones.

The next several minutes are a blur of lips, tongues, naked skin, naked Carterskin. Foreplay is most definitely not overrated. By the time I come out of my haze—Hey what did you expect? It's CARTER, the woman I've been lusting after for the last eight years!!—Carter has straddled my hips and CHRIST, I can feel her heat. She's dripping onto me and, and, and—

Heat. Wet heat. Tight. Glove. Tight like glove. Brain incommunicado. No habla Ingles, Espanol, France, Italiana. Synapses reconnect and I can think again. Somewhat. Sam begins to move almost immediately. For her it's a great thing. For me, not so good. I can feel how close my body is. I need to wa—FUCK. The orgasm comes without my permission. After I stop shaking, I am surprised or maybe not so surprised, to find the stunned, slightly annoyed, but amused face of Samantha Carter looking down at me, that quirky eyebrow raised. "What happened to sharing with the class?" Sam asks, a hand idly toying with the crisp hair above the area where we are joined.

"Damn, sorry baby. I didn't mean to leave you hanging," I murmur, my hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

"Fine, as long as you make up for it," Sam purrs. Actually purrs. Apparently, there is a direct line from her voice to my dick because it begins to harden and is ready for a new lesson in moments. Carter's eyes change color as she feels me harden inside of her. They become darker, but my favorite pastime of looking into her eyes is taken away from me as she closes them and begins to move again, rocking back and forth. She'd barely started when I go off again. Goddammit! This shit is getting annoying.

"Jack…." whines Carter, scoring her nails into my chest. "That wasn't nearly long enough," she says, grinding down onto my crotch, trying to get herself off. "What happened to those rumors around the base that said you could last all night? Were they lies?"

My ears burn, not at the rumor, but at the fact I just orgasmed a second time without barely a touch from my lady! This crap is getting annoying. Not to mention embarrassing. I refuse to be known as a man who doesn't know how to pleasure his woman, so I pull Sam off me and switch places, me straddling her thighs. With this position, my face is nearly level with her crotch and the scent of her, damn, it's intoxicating. I nuzzle my nose into the crisp hair above her pussy, teasing. If I can't fuck her properly, I'm gonna make damn sure she doesn't forget this party anytime soon, one way or another. I use both hands to spread her legs further (as if they really needed to be) and go to town. I lick and suck on her lips gently, just tonguing them for long moments, never dipping very far inside, wanting to draw this out as much as possible. By the time I've thoroughly laved her lips, she's dripping wet, almost bubbling with the stuff. I move one hand from her inner thigh and use my middle finger to gently, teasingly, circle around her pussy. When she's begging me for more, I thrust my finger into her depths as deeply as I can, right up to the knuckle. I can feel her muscles fluttering around me. Fuck me. Thrusting out, I withdraw that finger. A harsh, demanding groan erupts from her throat and I look up. Damn, I almost come again just at the sight before me. Carter's stretched out naked above me, fists tightly knotted around the pillow beneath her head. Her chest is thrust out, pink nipples hard as rocks, just begging to be sucked and nibbled on. Her hips are partially off the bed, as if her body doesn't know if it wants to try to escape the sensations it's receiving or gravitate toward them. And to think, this is only the beginning.

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An hour later, Sam is sprawled out on the bed, recovering from my masterful muti-orgasm-inducing cunniligus. She's sated, at least for now. She'd better be. "Mmmm, " she hums contentedly, stretching sore muscles and lazily looks at me. "The last hour more than makes up for before…."

My ears burn at the reminder of the earliest part of our lovemaking. "I've never had a problem with coming early before—none of my previous girlfriends had prob—shit." Except when I was 17. I AM 17. Fuck. "Sam, when I was 17, the first time around, I had problems with…" I was uncomfortable with the line of talk we were going down. No guy wants to admit he has problems in the love department.

"You had problems with stamina. I understand, we'll just have to work on that," Sam says, drawing me back down into her arms and beginning to nibble on my oh-so-sensitive neck, when she suddenly snorts.

"What's so funny?" I ask warily. Sam pulls back from my neck and looks into my eyes, where I see a wealth of laughter glittering in their blue depths. Now I know something is up. "Well?"

"Until then, I guess you'll just have to be my Eight Second Man," Sam grins.

The End!