Title: Hotel Room

Author: Michelle Knight (mlknight@mindspring.com)

Rating: NC17

Summary: Jack is on a trip for the military and Sam is joining him . . .

Classifications: Sam/Jack, Romance, PWP

Spoilers: None

Archive: SJD, SJAdult, Heliopolis, all others just ask.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Copyright (c) 2003 Michelle Knight.

Notes: (if any) I wrote this a couple of years ago and modified it a little to post to the list. It is not beta read so all mistakes are my own. Written from Sam's POV. Now on with the smut!

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It's only been a few weeks, but the anticipation of seeing him again is driving me insane. I get out of my car and quickly palm my keys to make sure I still have them. The last thing I need is to lock myself out of my car. Lord knows I've done it one too many times for comfort.

I turn my thoughts back to the evening at hand. We had gotten together almost four months prior to this night, but the farthest it had gone was some serious kissing and heavy petting. And grasping. And groping. My cool hand comes in contact with my warm cheek, and I'm amazed on how fast blood can travel from one place to another.

Dragging my overnight bag towards the elevator, my mind tries frantically to remember the room number that he had me write down a few nights ago. His deep voice was a mixture of seduction and anticipation as he described the directions to the hotel and it suddenly took on a silky texture when he informed me that he would be waiting for me when I arrived. There was both promise and cool passion in his words. I melted. Absolutely and utterly melted into a Carterish pile of goo.

I entered the elevator and pressed the floor number and my nerves began to hum as I watch the lights move, inching closer and closer to the intended destination. The cab comes to a stop and the doors slowly open. I look to the left and then to the right. The corridor is empty save for the one or two people idly strolling, but they too soon disappear. I look at the plaque on the wall and turn left, watching the numbers on the doors steadily increasing, and after a turn or two, end up in front of his door. Our door.

I don't have time to knock as the door opens and he is standing there, clad in dark trousers, undershirt and the black button-down shirt he loves to wear. As always, I'm amazed on how tall he is. He greets me with a warm smile and flushed cheeks, eyes flickering the entire length of my body, which, I note with amusement, is a short trip. Moving closer, he takes my free hand in his, kisses the palm, and draws me into the room. I hear the distinct click of the lock behind me and realization dawns on me that there is no going back. Not that I want to anyway.

"Have a nice drive?" he asks, breaking the ice.

"Yeah, " I stammer, but can't find the words to continue. I settle for putting my bag down and eyeing the room.

He notices my apprehension and pulls me to him. His scent is an intoxicating mixture of soap, cologne and raw masculinity. My heart races as he wraps his arms around me and just holds me. We stand in the middle of the room, our eyes closed and breathing deeply of each other. My muddled brain finally registers the sensation of lips nuzzling my ear and hands wandering. Oh, God, he feels so good.

"I've missed you," he manages to say. The declaration sends shivers coursing down my spine and I respond by sliding my hands to his shoulders, applying gentle pressure as I begin to massage. I love doing this for him, and the deep groan in his throat assures me he appreciates it.

He nudges my hips towards his and even through the thick material I can feel his arousal. Damn, why do we have to meet everyone for dinner anyway? Don't they know how long it's been for me?

"I hate to break the mood, but what time is it?" I inquire, trying to find the clock.

He lifts his head from my neck and with a disappointed tint to his voice answers, "18:30. Why?"

"Aren't we supposed to be somewhere?"

He blinks a few times and slowly nods. "Shit," he breathes, "do we really have to go?"

I imitate his head gestures. "Yes, we do. Besides, we'll have plenty of time for other things later." I try to soothe his concerns by pulling his head down and pressing his lips to mine. Big mistake. Without conscience volition, his tongue flicks against my bottom lip, seeking entry. I open my lips to retort, but find his tongue tracing my teeth. I give in for a few sweet moments, then with all my might push him away. We both feel the acute separation and groan at the loss.

We silently gather our jackets and head out towards the restaurant. We're greeted at the front door of the selected eatery by one of the people he's worked with before. They shake hands and he re-introduces me. I stare at him in shock. Did he really say, "girlfriend?" Must have. I merely smile and follow the two into the warm, distinctly spicy air. We're quickly seated at the table and everyone says hi, followed by the obvious questions. We answer them as best we can without giving everything away. We have to leave some things to the imagination, now don't we?

Dinner goes smoothly and I feel welcomed by the people around me. I know with most of them I'll never become close friends, but it's still a nice feeling. We laugh and swap stories, and I notice my love becoming impatient as the evening draws to a close. I'm sure his thoughts are swinging in the same direction mine are. I place my hand on his under the table and his eyes look at me with the same longing as they had earlier. We politely make our excuses and leave. Tonight's our night.

I hardly notice the scenery as we make it back up to the room and just as the door shuts behind me I turn around to face him. His eyes take on a predatory glint as he wordlessly slinks up to me. I feel another rush of heat as he places each hand on either side of my hips and pulls me roughly towards him. Warm, moist lips meet mine as he kisses me deeply, almost savagely. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer. We stumble to the bed, barely making it and unceremoniously crashing on top of the comforter.

Between kisses I unbutton his shirt and tug it down his arms. I run my hands through his salt –n- pepper hair and then playfully nip his bottom lip. Smiling, he plunges the soft recesses of my mouth with his tongue and I'm caught up in pure sensuality of the moment. He leaves my mouth to follow the path of my jaw line. As a child I was always fascinated when the guy kissed the girls neck in the movies. I don't know why, but to this day it's one of my most sensitive areas.

His mouth moves incessantly lower and not only are his hips pushed up against me in the most intimate of ways, but his fingers are toying with my already hardened nipple, sending shocks to my very core and leaving me breathless. He then grabs the bottom of my blouse and slowly pulls it up and over my head. I swear I'll die if he stops, but judging by the cloud of lust in his eyes, I very much doubt that's a possibility.

He lifts off of me and shrugs off the rest of his clothing then helps me out of mine. He returns to what he was doing before and with my hands entwined in his hair, captures a dusky nipple in his mouth. Noting the sharp change in my breathing he begins to suckle, tease and caress in earnest. He starts to alternate between the two, but I decide I need something different and push his head even lower. I feel him knowingly chuckle yet he doesn't resist

Before too long his face is between my thighs and with infinite skill and tenderness rapidly brings me to the point of oblivion I'm so desperately craving for. Since it’s been so long it doesn’t take much time for my sensitized flesh to go over the edge. One of my hands grabs a bedpost and the fingers of my other hand thread themselves in his hair as I hold on for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure comes crashing over me. I gasp as I try and recover the best I can. He kisses, nips and sucks his way back up to my chin then waits patiently for me to do something, anything. Fortunately, I've had at least *some* practice at this, so I gently push him onto his back and straddle his hips.

I guide his touch back to my chest and allow him a few moments to savor the sensations. My eyes drift shut as he plays with my flesh, but I bend down and place a firm kiss on his lips. The soft skin of his hands shift their focus and slide around to rest just below my shoulder blades. I collapse against him and trace his Adam's apple with my tongue. His grip tightens around me reflexively, but I want a certain freedom of movement so I push his arms away with my hands and pin them down while my mouth plays with his nipples.

He can't help but squirm as I nip, tease, and suckle at him. I hear something in the distance but my passion-fogged brain cannot grasp the meaning of those sounds. As I pause to listen, he takes the opportunity to wriggle out of my grasp and entwines those deliciously large hands of his in my hair. Pushing the hair away from my face he forces me to look up at him. Blue clash with brown and in that instant all his feelings are revealed to me, as, I'm sure, are mine to him. How anyone can look at me with such a commingled expression of love and pure lust I'll never know.

I silently remind myself not to question this gift the man upstairs has given me. Breaking free of his intense stare, I resume my ministrations and lightly trail my right index finger down his stomach and encounter the crisp patch of curls. I slide down a few inches and within the span of a few seconds I'm level with his groin. I bend my head slightly, and trace the valley in between the skin and tip. His hips cant involuntarily and I nearly lose my grip. He mumbles an apology and the corners of my mouth turn up a little. Even now he's concerned with my comfort. A tear threatens to escape and I quickly wipe it away.

I assure him everything is all right and continue with my exploration, or rather, my conquest of his body. My hand closes around the base and with the flat of my tongue I run up and down the entire length. Using the full scope of my imagination I try and wring as many incoherent sounds from his throat as I can. It's not difficult, but it's oh so fun. I feel his body shaking with a force and I know he's close, but I want to feel him inside me so I stop.

"Oh, God, how I need to be inside you." He echoes my thoughts, his voice deep and husky.

I get on my hands and knees and crawl so my head is perpendicular with the pillow. He reaches for me and kisses me with the desperation of an imprisoned man eating his last meal. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs some protection from the top drawer. Even though he’s not in my direct chain of command anymore we've decided to wait for children. With my help he puts it on and I roll onto my back and take him with me, feeling the pleasant weight of him on top of me. His knees pry my legs apart and with a sharp in-drawn breath he guides himself into me. He takes a few seconds to relish the sensations and then begins his maddeningly slow pace.

I close my eyes and clasp him around the shoulders, drawing him closer still His strokes become steadily faster and faster and with my knees pressed firmly against his sides, I lift my hips to meet his. We move together in an unspoken dance.

Seeking.

Finding.

Knowing.

A strangled cry escapes his lips and his fingertips encounter warm, moist flesh. I throw my head back against the soft support of the pillow and give in to my passion. The heat rushes from between my legs to infuse in my very soul. His breath teases my ear and with a few final strokes he shudders violently and is suddenly quiet.

I turn my head slightly and see that he's still alive. He opens his eye and his broad smile is a wonder to behold. I plant a light kiss on his forehead and snuggle closer. Rolling off of me, his sweat-soaked skin is luminescent in the moonlight as he looks around the room. Without a word I pad off to the bathroom and take care of some necessary things. When I get back to the bed I notice him almost asleep, his breathing getting steadier as his mind starts to drift off to the subconscious. I try not to make a sound as a slide back in to bed beside him. I lay there for a few moments and am content to just watch him. I turn over to my side and feel his warmth surround me as he pulls me closer, spooning me. My brain becomes ladened with the thoughts of tonight and once again a smile tugs at my lips as I lose myself in a deep, satisfied slumber.

The End.