Title: Taking Orders (1/1) NC-17

Author: Sheryl Martin/Nantus

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Archive: anywhere you want! Helio, S/JD... anyone wants it, help yourself!

Rating: NC-17! Alert! Smut! W00t! You get the idea.

Spoilers: none

Summary: gee, hmm. ah. sorry, can't think of a plot.

For Sara, who needs help studying. Heh, heh. And should be, instead of reading this smut. Whoops.

Taking Orders (1/1) NC-17
By Sheryl Nantus

In the end, it had been almost anti-climactic. SG-1 had stood by as their retirement was announced, stoically staring out at the small crowd in the SGC as the President (who had actually made it this time on time) droned on and on about their historic contribution to the ongoing war and so on and so on. Teal'c had glanced at General Hammond at one point, his eyebrow rising as the Jaffa began to reach his own breaking point but the General had waved him down; shaking his head as the President began to wind down.

It hadn't been as hard as everyone had thought to move on. Daniel Jackson had a whole new lab and staff assigned to him; Teal'c had a future working with the Tok'ra and a variety of other alien races as well as his own new family to worry about. Sam Carter had accepted the promotion and the new assignment almost eagerly; smiling as she looked over the entire Level dedicated to her pet projects and the staff waiting for her lead. Jack O'Neill. well, Jack had just shrugged when it was suggested; nodded when it was announced and laughed when he had been asked if he had any further interest in staying in the military. His retirement papers had been sitting in a file for years, waiting to be sent in.

And after all the smiling and drinking and nodding and schmoozing by junior officers looking to network the four of them had vanished to the infirmary for a private moment with the General. Holding his own drink high he had offered a toast to absent friends; bringing them all close to tears.

Dismissed for the last time they had disappeared into the depths of the mountain with promises to meet on Monday for lunch - even Teal'c, who announced that he would be there come Netu or intense aquatic activity.

So when Jack O'Neill drove up his driveway a few hours later the last thing he expected was to see a motorcycle sitting by the garage. And a certain team member standing by it, holding her helmet in one hand while rubbing her palm along the seam of a pair of leather pants that had been the object of more than one man's dream.

"Carter." Slamming the door shut he grabbed his duffle bag from the back of the truck. "Already bored with the new lab? I'd have thought."

She didn't say a word as he fumbled with the keys, unlocking the front door slowly. "I mean, now that you're in charge of things." He walked inside, dropping the bag to the side. "Now you're beginning to scare me."

"I." Stacking her helmet atop the duffle, she proceeded to take off her leather jacket; hanging it on the rack. "I was thinking."

"Well, that's nothing new." Jack scratched his chin, enjoying the feel of slight stubble. "And that would be about."

"You. Me. Us." Her eyes dropped to the floor even as his dragged up her legs, taking in every inch of the dark supple leather.

"Ah." Hanging his own jacket up beside hers he dropped the keys on the table. "I guess that was due to come up, hmm?"

"Well." She glanced at him, the edges of her mouth turning up. "We did know we'd be at this spot at some point."

"Right." Jack pursed his lips. "So." Taking a step forward he smiled, their noses almost touching with his movement. His hands reached up to take hers, pressing backwards. As she took a step back she found herself pinned against the wall, her former commanding officer grinning as his fingers danced up her bare arms, pulling the tshirt free of her leather pants. "Whatchawannadoaboutit?"

"This." Her hands flew up to his face, pulling him close as their lips met. Threading through his short hair her fingers slid around to pull his own shirt free.

"Did I ever mention how much I like a woman in leather?" He mumbled as they came up for air. Hooking his thumbs into her belt loops he began to walk backwards, stealing brief kisses as he dragged her along.

"If I had known all it'd take was a pair of pants." Sam chuckled as they stumbled briefly at the entrance to the bedroom. "I'd have requesitioned anything the Quartermaster had in leather."

"Oh, that'd have been nasty." Jack whispered, releasing her to take ahold of the shirt. Pulling upward he let her step back to get it over her head then tossed it to one side. "Oh, darn. No challenge."

"I figured I'd give you a fighting chance." She responded, feeling the cool air rush over her bare skin. "Besides, given the way you deal with other mechanical devices."

"Don't tempt me, Carter." Grabbing his own shirt he wrestled it free without any encouragement. "Don't tempt me. yet." Wrapping his hands around her waist he took another step back, feeling the edge of the bed just behind his knees. "But I can be pretty innovative when the occasion warrants."

Falling back he pulled Carter along with him, pushing the pair of them further up the bed with a kick of his heels. "And speaking of innovative." His hips shifted back and forth under her, finding just the right spot to start applying pressure as his mouth captured one breast, licking and nipping at the ivory softness.

With a groan Sam arched up, pressing down into Jack's groin as her eyes closed, biting her lip. He smiled as he undid the single button and slid the zipper down; slipping his hand down between them, down past the soft cloth and onto her bare flesh.

"Oh, yeah." He whispered. His other hand pressed down on the small of her back, forcing her down onto him as his fingers began to rub back and forth, searching through the thin hairs for the exact spot even as his hips rose to meet her again. She moaned; her eyes shut as her head jerked back and forth. "There." It was more of a statement than a question. His mouth switched to the other breast, his neck dipping back and forth at their continual movement.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders, seeking some sort of stability to balance on. His hand forced her down again as his fingers continued their sweet torture. She wrenched her eyes open for a second, seeing a smug smile on his face.

"Bastard." Sam squeaked out, chewing again on her bottom lip as his fingers began to increase their tempo; his free hand once again pressing her down on him as his own hips rose up from the bed with a circular sway.

"Always." He whispered, lifting his head to take ahold of one earlobe with his teeth. Tugging on it none too gently Jack let out a low groan. "Come on, Sam. that's an order."

As if on cue her head snapped back, a series of short cries breaking free, rising and falling in their intensity. His fingers began to slow down, teasing lesser whimpers from her as he withdrew, both hands interlocking around her waist. Burying his face in her hair he let out a weary sigh, as if it had been his own release.

She lay limp atop him, feeling a slick sheen of sweat build between her bare skin and his chest. Taking a deep breath Sam lifted her head and forced her eyes open again.

"So." She swallowed, feeling the heaviness in every fibre of her body. "Now what?"

"Now." Still holding onto her waist Jack flipped them both over, pressing her into the mattress. "Now it's my turn."

Her head spun as he reached down, pulling the remainder of her pants and underwear free with one hand while undoing his own jeans. Skimming her hands along his chest she kept her eyes shut, listening to his grunts and muttered curses as he stripped them both bare.

Jack was on her in a flash, nudging her legs apart and sliding into her in one swift thrust; causing her to arch up yet again as his hands grasped her waist. "Oh, God." He muttered into her neck as he rose and fell again, eagerly and easily lost in her heat and wetness.

Wrapping her legs around him Sam grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his ear close to her mouth as she rose to meet him. "Your turn. sir." She gasped as the pace increased. "That is an order."

"Yes." A powerful thrust. "'Mam." Another deep thrust and he froze, roaring into her shoulder as his teeth grazed her skin, skidding along the surface. Lifting his head he nuzzled her neck, dropping a handful of kisses along the wet skin before rolling to one side; pulling her along for the ride.

"Now what?" She murmured, trying to fight off the urge to sleep. Her eyes half open, she watched him smile, pulling a loose strand of hair out of his face.

"We sleep. Talk later." One edge of his mouth turned up. "Or not."

"Ah." Letting her eyes fall shut she snuggled closer to him, revelling in his embrace. "Okay."

"Although I gotta say that if I had known this was going to happen when I'd retire, I'd have done it years ago."

"Shut up."

"Yes, 'mam."

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