Title: Equality

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sam and Jack.

Summary: Sequel to "Domination". It stops being about playing games and it's about true feelings… just after Sam takes her revange.

Spoilers: season 8

Archive: SJD yes, SJNC-17, and anyone who wants it.

Disclamer: I don't own them

Author's Notes: This is for Lilly who wanted a sequel up at the cabin, as well as for all those who sent me feed back on "Domination" and liked it enough to want a sequel. Hope it lives up to "Domination".

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WARNING: This part of the fic contains bondage and use of a knife during sex (no one gets hurt).

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Consciousness slowly returned to Jack. He tried to move and felt every little muscle in his body protest. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. And yet, he hadn't felt this good in a very long time. He moved one hand to rub his eyes. *Jeez, what did you do last night, O'Neill?* He asked himself. And then the memories started flowing. Sam. Hours and hours of sex with Sam. God, where did he find the energy for all that? Where did she? To let him make love to her again and again, without even giving her a minute to rest. He was sure he was going to pay dearly for having pushed his body that far last night. But damn it if it hadn't been worth it. Bringing her to orgasm over and over. And she came each time. And he had done all that only to find himself crying in her arms at the end. Jack groaned to himself. How could he have allowed himself that luxury? That forbidden thing that was even more outrageous than having slept with his 2IC. To cry in her arms. He was terrified at the memory of ow his tears were running down his face, and down on her shoulder and neck. He had marked her skin with more than his lips and teeth and semen. And that, to him, made him bound to her for as long as he will live.

He hadn't opened his eyes yet. And he was reluctant to. He didn't know if he was going to find her sleeping next to him or not. They hadn't talked last night, but by the way she had held him and the way she spoke to him, he fell asleep believeing he was going to wake up to her face this morning. *Please, please, please be here. I'll give you anything, just please be here…* The words kept going through his head. *Just please be here…* He had left the choice up to her. Of what would happen next with them. He had already pushed her too much. This he was not going to make any demands about.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked to her side of the bed. Empty. Shit. He panicked. He pushed himself up and looked around the room. Nothing. The bathroom door was opened so she wasn't in there. "Carter?" He called. "Sam?" No answer. His heart sunk and his head started spinning. She had to be here. He was going to die if she wasn't. He pushed the covers aside and got up. His knees gave in the moment he stood up and he fell back on the bed. He waited one long excruciating moment to recover and then he got up again slowly, pulled a long T-shirt over his body and walked out of the room. "Carter?" He kept calling her name as he looked for her throughout the house. Nothing. He walked in the living room. "Sam?" Her clothes were gone. He rushed to the window and looked out. Her car was no longer in the driveway. She was just gone. "Fuck!" He mumbled and slowly returned to bed. Alone. He snorted. "Did you honestly expect her to stay, O'Neill? God, you're getting naïve in your old age!" He got in the same bed he had slept with her in, pulled the sheets over his head and closed his eyes. Sleep. All he needed was sleep. Then he'll be back to not caring if she stayed with Pete or not. He'll be back to believing this was just about sex and being able to make her come in his arms, when her boyfriend couldn't. But right now she had tore his defenses apart so deeply he didn't know if he could survive loosing her. *Sleep…* He said. *Just sleep, O'Neill.*

But things were not going to be that easy for him. The sheets still retained her smell, her pillow retained the shape of her head as she rested on it. Jack moved one hand over it before he grabbed it and hugged it to him burying his face in it. He was like a child with a toy, but he didn't give a damn right now. All he needed was to keep hold of his sanity. And she was the only one who could help him.

When he woke up again he was still alone. He stood there a moment and looked at her empty space. And the walls and barriers and defenses went up and up and higher and higher. He could still feel the warmth of her body against his. Her small hands running in his hair, soothing him. He couldn't believe she had held him so tight last night, so warm, she had let him sleep with his head on her chest and in the morning she walked out on him. "Oh, what the hell!" He said.

He got up and showered, changed, ate breakfast, changed the sheets of the bed where it all happened last night and now just walked around the house. No trace of her remained. It might as well have been a dream. Except that every where he looked he remembered something from the past day. The kitchen where she had gone down on him, the coffee table where he had her touch herself for him, the couch where he came inside her. Jack moved closer to the couch and saw the only last evidence of last night. The wet spot on the couch. He knelt on the floor and reached out a hand to brush against it. His heart skipped a beat and an impossible need for her washed through him. "Carter…"

Without a second thought he picked up the phone and called the base. He needed a few days off to clear his head. Fishing. That always helped. That was his refuge. And that was the one place he knew nothing would remind him of Sam. She had never been up to the cabin. Yes, that was definitely safe. He packed a few things and left as soon as he cleared things with the SGC. He was in Minnesota, at his cabin by nightfall. Safe. Alone, but safe.

He pulled up in front of his cabin and got out. God, how he wished Sam had taken him up on his invitation once. Lord knows he kept asking her every time. He felt his head clear and his feelings return to normal as soon as he stepped inside the cabin. He took his time unpacking the few things he had brought with him, he built the fire in the fireplace, cooked dinner, walked around the lake. He couldn't wait to do some fishing in the morning.

And that's exactly what he did. He spent the next day doing nothing but fishing. He did absolutely nothing except just sit on the deck and wait for the non-existent fish to bite. And it was just what the doctor ordered. He no longer cared that Sam had chosen to go back to her boyfriend. Let her go back to that idiot. See if he can make her come as hard as he had. Over and over again. Or if she would ever let him fuck her up the ass. Jack knew that if he really wanted it, he could have her coming back to him, begging him to make her come like that again. *Ah, let her be! She knew her choices and she made it.* He thought. He spent eight years wanting and not having her. What was the rest of his life?

There were some brief moments when Jack regretted that he ever let the choice up to her. Maybe if he had been as demanding that she stayed with him as he had been throughout sex, she would have been in his bed when he woke up the next morning. But all he had wanted was to know that if she had stayed, it was because she wanted to. *God you're getting naïve!* He repeated to himself as he picked up the fishing gear and went inside. It was already dark outside and the house was lit in a dim light that he didn't bother to turn up. He had turned their whole affair in a game of dominance and power and he knew she had loved it. She would have never had the courage do go through with sex with her CO, no matter how much she wanted it. So, he spared her the choice. That way, she had nothing to fear from whatever consequences were to follow. Only he would take the fall. She was safe. He wanted her safe.

He had just changed in a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt and was about to sit down and read something, when he saw a shadow move outside the house. It was human, but there was no one living around his cabin for miles. Without a trace of panic he reached for his hunting knife and strapped it to his leg and picked up the gun. Slowly, he moved to the door and walked outside sweeping the area with his gun. Nothing. He stood still a moment and again saw movement near the tree line. He took a step forward and pointed his gun. "Anyone there?" He asked loudly. The shadow moved again. "If there's anyone there, I suggest you respond." He got no answer but whoever it was, kept moving. "Come on you stupid ass! Identify yourself! I'm armed and I happen to be an excellent shooter. Now, I have you in line. Answer, or I swear to God I'll put a bullet in you!" This time he got no movement. He waited a few minutes. Nothing. If there was anyone still there, Jack had lost his aim. He moved closer and closer to the tree line and then entered just the edge of the forest.

The next thing he knew he had the gun knocked out of his hand and he was on his back. He moved to get out of his attacker's grip and stand up but he wasn't allowed to get the leverage he needed. His hand immediately moved to his knife, but again the attacker was faster. Jack felt the blade against his neck and stood still. "Ok, ok." He said leaving his hands palm up by his head. "I'm done." His heart kept a steady pace as he waited for the attacker to make a mistake he could take advantage of. He felt his attacker move closer to him and to his shock he felt a pair of lips suck on his ear lobe. He hissed. "What the fuck…"

"I don't care if you're done General, 'cause I'm just beginning." He heard Sam's voice whisper in his ear. He looked in her direction and the light from the house revealed her face. She was completely dressed in black. He tried to move but again felt the blade push a little harder against his neck and to his annoyance he was forced to stay still. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." His eyes narrowed at her, fierce, but before he got the chance to ask for an explanation she had wrapped a scarf around his wrists and had them tied to the ground, using a thick root that stood out from the tree right above his head. She had picked this place on purpose. He tugged at his hands realizing he wasn't gonna be able to get them free without some serious work and he doubted Sam would let him.

"Carter what are you doing here and just what the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded putting as much authority in his voice as possible. "Have you lost your mind? Untie me. Now!" He ordered tugging at the bonds.

"Payback General. You know that evening in the park?" He groaned and closed his eyes. They really had to have a very long talk about that. "I decided to see if you can take it as well as you can dish it." He tugged at his restraints again.

"Not a good idea Carter!" Jack said through clenched teeth. He was so lying! He was already hard and all he could think was untie me and I'll fuck your brains off right here. "You want to settle that score, fine but this…" He couldn't finish the sentence because she moved to kneel beside him smiling and he lost all trace of his previous thought.

She ignored him and released the knife so she could sneak her hand under his shirt. His eyes closed and his head fell back on the ground. His skin was warm and soft and Sam felt his muscles tremble as she racked her nails over his abdomen. "This is a really bad idea…" She heard him mumble. She grabbed the knife again and ran the tip over his abdomen. His eyes snapped open and she kept her own eyes locked with him. "Carter… I'm warning you…" His breath was quick and his hands were balled into fists. She saw him tug harder at the restraints and groan her name, low and rough, with a hint of warning in his voice, as she continued to brush the metal over his skin. She smiled and with a sudden and quick move she cut his shirt in two. His entire body had gone stiff with her move, but he didn't let go of her eyes. A moan was threatening to break from his chest but he forced himself to stay quiet. Fuck, she was good.

Sam put the knife away and straddled his hips. She leaned in to run her tongue over his thin, strong lips and felt him open his mouth immediately. But she didn't kiss him. Instead she moved lower to lick and bite at his jaw line and with hard wet kisses she moved to his neck. This time he groaned and she smiled against his skin. "Like that?" He groaned again and she kept going, tasting the warm flesh. She moved her hands over his chest and caressed his skin as she licked his collarbone and dipped her tongue in the hollow of his throat. He tugged at his restraints desperately. He had to get free. She was killing him.

"Annoying aren't they?" She asked. He looked at her with fire burning in his eyes and parted lips. "I'm not letting you free." With that she returned to his skin. She took one of his nipples between her teeth and tugged. His hips bucked against her, his growing erection seeking attention. Sam pushed back against his hard dick and rotated her hips, hearing him moan above her. She continued to run her teeth across his chest her tongue darting out to taste the skin until she brought her mouth down on his other nipple and she ran her tongue across it before closing her lips on it and sucking hard.

"Carter…" She heard him say as he kept tugging at his restraints. She started thinking that is he didn't stop doing that soon he was going to get rope burns. He didn't seem to care. All he wanted was to get his hands free so he could have them on her body. He wanted her. God how he wanted. Hard and fast. She was smiling a very satisfied smile that he just had to wipe off her face. "I'm sooo warning you that you'll regret this when I get free."

"Really? Tell me…" She said while placing open mouthed kisses on his belly, just above the waist of his pants, every now and then dipping below them, feeling is hips move with met motions. "What exactly are you gonna do when you get free?" He groaned and she saw his eyes sparkle. "Let's see now General… just how dirty can you talk?" He had no idea why, but her mentioning his name like that and in this particular situation turned him on even more. He bit his lip. He was not in the mood for talking. He wanted to get her to fuck him. But first he wanted to do something about that smug smile of hers. He planted his feet on the ground and with a push of his hips he threw her off him and before she even got her barrings he rolled around and was on his knees trying to undo his bonds. That was until he felt the blade of his knife against his neck again and he stilled.

"You don't have the guts Carter!" She pressed the knife harder and moved her other hand to grab his erection through his pants. Fuck, she was good. He moaned and his arms relaxed as all his attention focused bellow his waist. She kept the knife softly against his skin while she stared kissing his neck and nipping at the nape of his neck. He bent his head and leaned into her, thrusting his hips against her hand, pleading wordlessly to rub harder. Sam's hand pushed his pants and boxers below his waist, this time avoiding to touch his dick.

"God Carter… stop teasing!" She smiled against his skin as she wrapped her hands around his body and started kissing her way down his spine, licking his skin. His body arched and he threw his head back. Her mouth was incredible against his skin. Hot and wet and her tongue, pushing at the skin to taste it, made him shiver. "Carter, just fuck me!" She smiled and kept going lower and lower on him, until her hands grabbed his hips and turned him around and pushed him back on his back.

She removed his pants completely and now she just stared at him, stretched out on the ground ebefore her. He was panting and he was rock hard and his hands kept trying to get free as he looked right back at her. He was not going to beg. He was so definitely not going to beg her to fuck him. She started crawling up his body and kissed his inner thigh. He gasped and tried to push his dick towards her mouth. "You were right about one thing, y'know?" She said as she continued to kiss and nip at his thigh. "I do love having you in my mouth." He barely had time to react at her words, that her lips were wrapped tight around his dick and she took him as deep in her mouth as she could. His lungs were fighting for air and and as she moved one hand to his balls, he cursed. She sucked him hard a few times running her tongue hard and slow around the head and then let him slip form her mouth. She moved her tongue to run it up his dick, from base to tip and around the tip. His hips bucked against her, his hands fighting the restraints desperatelly and he moaned loudly. "Wouldn't you just love to come right now? To have me suck you off?" She asked him slippyng the tip of his dick just between her lips.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was still running her tongue up and down his dick and he was sure he was going to come at that sight alone. But she moved away from him. "Damn it, Carter… I'm so going to make you regret this…" Sam stood up and started taking her clothes off. She removed her pants and panties and unzipped her top to expose her breasts. "God Carter…" He moaned low. "Untie me!" He started tugging at his restraints again. "Untie me or I swear to God I'll break these!" He was sure he could. The simple sight of her half naked, her pale skin against the dark of her clothes was intoxicating.

She made no move to let him free. Instead she moved to straddle him and he almost screamed when she lowered her body to take his dick inside her. She braced her hands on his chest and she started moving up and down him. His hips caught her rhythm and he started thrusting against her. She was moving faster and faster until she let her body fall forward on his chest and she started biting at his neck and shoulder. He moved his head to give her better access. Her breasts were brushing against his chest and slowly driving him to his limits.

"Oh my God…" She moaned. "You're so good." She was supporting herself on her forearms and her face was just about his. He lifted his head to try and kiss her but she moved away an inch. They could feel each other's breath blow across their faces and Jack felt he was going to explode if he didn't get his hands free. He started tugging at them like a mad man and she gripped his arms to still him. She kept moving on him at the same speed and he could feel she was close. Her muscles contracting now and then around him, squeezing his dick. Which just about broke him.

"The knife…" He was breathless. "Carter. Use the damned knife or I swear to God I'll break free and you don't what that 'cause I'll take you so hard I'll break you!" She rotated her hips on him and he bit his lip. "Carter! Use the fucking knife!" He felt the blade against the skin of his neck and his arms stilled against the restraints just short of breaking them. She was still moving her hips, her slick msucles sliding around his dick and sqeezing him deliciously. Her face was still just inches above his, looking down on him. His head was thrown back, his lower lip was between his teeth and his eyes screwed shut. He was the most erotic thing Sam had ever seen. He was at the edge of his self-control, he was on the brink of a powerful orgasm and she was the one who brought him here.

She was so close and he felt so good. "Harder." She said. "Come on, move against me and fuck me harder!" His hips began thrusting against hers more powerfully, his dick stretching her muscles. "God yes… make me come…" With one more move she started coming on his dick and he opened his eyes to look at her. She kept her face close above his and he felt her soft scream of release blow across his face.

In spite of the knife he moved his head towards hers to get some taste of her, of any part of her skin, but the nip of the blade didn't allow him. She kept contracting around him and he kept pushing his head towards hers. He was desperate or her and for his own release. "Carter…" He whispered softly. She let out one more scream and her body collapsed on top of him, her breath on his neck, one of her arms wrapped around his chest. He felt her other hand release the blade and move to brush against his cheek. He turned his head and trapped her fingers in between his lips. She didn't pull her hand away from the warmth and wetness of his mouth and he sucked her fingers deeper in his mouth. Her taste. Finally, he could taste her skin.

He started thrusting his hips inside her wet body again, sliding in and out, her random contractions massaging him. He still hadn't come and she felt so good. He moaned, he was so close. But her hands shot to his hips and stilled him. She pushed her self up and got off his dick. He looked at her confused and desperate. "Carter what are you doing?"

She grinned again. "Payback. You took what you wanted from me in the park. And I had to try and get myself off. You knew how much I needed to come. You could feel it. You must have felt it." He groaned and tried to catch one of her nipples in his mouth as she bent over him and untied his right hand, while reinforcing the bond on his left. She intentionally kept her chest right above his face, but far enough from his mouth. He was moaning and squirming, but as soon as he felt his hand free he immediately moved to trap her body against his, but she was too fast. He cursed. "Now you get yourself off." His eyes shot at her and he watched her with passion soaked eyes and panting. Jack scooted a bit higher at the base of the tree. He kept his eyes on her as his hand moved to untie the other bond and get free. "You do that and I'll be gone before you can ever get free." He stilled. She was serious, but she smiled. "Come now General… are you telling me you've never had a woman watch you get yourself off?" Damn her, she was so enjoying this. *And damn you, you old bastard, you're loving this!* He thought.

With a low groan Jack sat on the ground and parted his things. Sam was on her knees in front of him, watching. His eyes were burning with passion and need and she knew he was restraining himself not to tear off his bonds and take her right there and then. Jack leaned back and moved his free hand between his legs and saw Sam's lips part slightly. *Feel free to take over anytime you feel like it, Carter!* He thought as he moved his hand lower and cupped his balls and stroked them slowly. A moan came from his throat and he moved his hand to grasp his dick and began stroking up its length slowly. Sam's lips parted more and her tongue darted out from between her lips. His head went back a little as his hand moved from base to tip, swirling his palm around the head and squeezing gently. His dick was already wet from her juices and the friction was incredible. He kept his eyes on her body taking in her breasts, moving with her rapid breathing, the way her hips seemed to move about just a little in time with his hand and the way her eyes watched him, glazed over with passion.

He kept moving his hand and soon he was moaning with every stroke up his length. Every now and then he moved his hand from his dick to his balls to rub them and squeeze them slightly. His hips started thrusting in time with his hand and he moved faster, rubing harder. He caught her gaze and she held his eyes for a moment before moving to watch his hand again. "God, Carter… I'm close…" He groaned as his hand stroked harder squeezing the tip. He was so close and he wanted so desperately to come. To have her watch him as he came. "I want to be inside you so much right now" He said as his eyes locked on her slightly parted thighs.

Sam just licked her lips. "I want to see you come." She said in a low voice. She moved closer to him and placed her hands between her knees to keep herself from touching him. His hips here lifting off the ground, thrusting against his hand and towards her. "Yes… just like that. Come for me…"

Jack's head went all the way back and he bit his lip. His hips jerked and he came, his semen dripping over his hand and upper thighs. His whole body going stiff and his hand tugging at the restraint until it dug in his skin. He refused to say her name as he came. She had tied him to a tree, stripped him naked and had him jerk himself off in front of her. This wasn't exactly the time for such intimacies. His hand slowed down and kept stroking his dick as the waves of his orgasm crashed over him. "Aaahhh… God yes…"

Jack moaned and he felt his whole body begin to relax. He kept stroking himself as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sam. She was breathing roughly through her opened mouth her eyes glued to his still moving hand. His hand stopped when he felt himself soft and unresponsive. He gave his balls one last caress and removed his hand from between his legs, remaining with his thighs parted, letting her watch his dick for however long she wanted. She didn't seem to want to take her eyes off him. Seen Jack O'Neill bring himself off had definitely been a heart stopping experience. "You're amazing when you come." She told him soflty.

His hand moved to wipe his semen on the grass but he felt her hand grip his wrist. He saw her move to untie his other hand from the tree and then she moved to sit by his side facing him. His now free hand moved around her body immediately, to hold her to him. Sam brought his hand to her lips and started licking his semen off his hand. Jack felt like he was going to die right there. "Oh, Christ Carter!" He groaned. His other hand moved to tangle in her hair. She had taken every one of his fingers in her mouth and licked him clean, then proceeded to lick his hand with the tip of her tongue, her eyes looking at his face.

His taste was incredible and ever since he had come in her mouth the first time, she couldn't get the taste out of her head. She needed to feel it again. And again, and again. She had barely finished, when both his hands went in her hair and pulled her to him, crushing his lips to hers. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you here." He said just before he pushed his tongue in her mouth stroking every inch of her passionately. He pulled her body close to his and one of his hands sneaked under her shirt to caress her skin. "I need you. I need you so much." Jack found himself confessing as his head went to rest on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to keep him as warm as she could. "Will you stay? Please stay. God, Sam, forgive me, but I can't let you go."

She smiled. "I was never really planning on leaving. Although I might as well!" He pulled back to look at her. "Oh, don't give me that innocent look, General! I can't believe you just dumped me and came up here to fish!"

"Dump you? I dumped you? Carter, I woke up and you were gone. If anyone dumped anyone…" He felt her poke him in the arm hard. "What? You're the one who just left!"

"You're an idiot, you know that? What? You thought I just slept with you and then went back to Pete?" He looked confused and she poked him again. "I woke up early to go home and break it off with him. I wanted to be able to get back before you ever woke up. I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you without having to worry about Pete. So, the talk lasted a bit longer than I expected, but jeez, I never thought you'd just pack up and leave!" She rolled her eyes. "God, you're fast to jumping to conclusions! Why didn't you just call my cell?"

"I didn't want you to think I was expecting anything from you. I mean I told you that whatever happens with us is up to you. I saw you had left. I wasn't gonna start calling you up to ask you where you are, or what you're doing!"

"Not expecting anything?" He started squirming, trying to avoid being poked again. Now she was mad and he was in trouble. "Oh, you'd better be expecting something General, because I sure as hell am expecting things from you. Like for you to want this to keep on going. On and on and on. I expect you to expect me to want this to work. Don't think I'm willing to let you go and go back to what we had before, after having felt you the way I did. And you… how could you think I'd just walk away. You know, I'm not in the habit of having multiple orgasms in a man's bed and then walking out on him in the morning."

He brought her face close to his and brushed her face with his lips. "I'm sorry, I never thought that. I swear. I just thought you didn't want me. So… Pete?"

"Gone." She said. "He was a bit confused, but that's that. I didn't tell him I was leaving him for you. Besides… he couldn't make me come anymore… not unless I imagined you. He wasn't the one I wanted."

Jack grinned against her cheek. "I would have loved to see his face if you had told him."

"You're sadistic!" She said. "Come on, let's get you inside before you freeze! Besides, we don't want things to get… smaller now do we? I for one love your big…"

"Ah, Carter!" He yeled at her. "Jeez!"

"Oh, right!" She rolled her eyes. "Like you're not proud if it." He groaned.

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Sam helped him up off the ground and after they picked up their various items they went inside. They each showered and as Jack came out of the bathroom, his hair still damp and with just a white towel around his waist, Sam had just brought them something warm to drink. She saw a first aid kit in his hands. "What…" He sat on the couch in front of the fireplace and showed her his back. Even if his back had been covered by his T-shirt the ground has still dug in his skin. A rock here, a twig here, sand here. His skin was slightly scraped in a few places. "Oh God…" She said and he saw her face go white.

He pulled her down on the couch with him and took the two cups from her hands. He was grinning. "Carter, Carter, it's ok! C'mon!" He pulled her into a hug and she just moaned against his shoulder. "It's just a few scrapes! Come on, you've seen me get worse! I'm fine, it's nothing."

"Yeah, but not from me! I wasn't supposed to hurt you. I didn't mean to…"

"I know. It's FINE!" He grined and his eyes sparkled. "Actually… I love them." Her jaw dropped. "I just want you to make sure there's no dirt stuck in them. Ok?" She nodded and he turned her back to her. He kept the towel on and she started making sure the scrapes were clean. It didn't take her long. There really weren't that many. She closed the first aid kit and he was about to get up to return it to its place but Sam's hands wrapped around him from behind and kept him still. She kissed his neck and he smiled. But she didn't stop there. She began trailing kisses over his entire back, licking every wound she had inflicted, brushing his skin tenderly with her lips. He sighed softly. "God you're amazing…" He said.

"Does it hurt?" She asked weakly, as she pulled him back to rest against her chest and she placed her chin on his shoulder.

"No. I've had worse, y'know." He took a deep breath. "Look… Sam… about the park thing… I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know. I never thought you would. I wasn't afraid. Actually it was the hottest sex I ever had…" She giggled when she heard him call out her name in shock. "Well what? It was!"

"And what about that night? Making you come so many times wasn't hot?" He almost sounded offended.

"Oh, yeah… it was… but well… bed vs. a wooden table in a park? I don't know…"

"Jeez, Carter!" She laughed at him and he turned to look at her. "Sam… us. Where do we stand?"

"I'll stand right here beside you for as long as you'll want me."

He smiled. More likely grinned. "So… that's forever."

"Forever." She repeated and he brought his lips down to hers and kissed her. Slowly, deeply, pushing his tongue slowly past her lips to slip, across her tongue and softly around her mouth. No rush, no need.

"I'll retire." He said. "As soon as we get back. The first thing I do is to retire."

She pulled back from his embrace. "Why? I don't want you to retire. I never expected you to do that. To give up your career."

"Carter, we can't do this and…" He started but she cut him off.

"Yes we can. I want us to. The past 8 years have been the best of my entire life. And you have been the best part of these past 8 years. I want you with me always. I want to know that I'll wake up to your face, I want to know that you'll be there when I go to work, I want to come home to you, I want to know that every time I return to Earth you'll be there welcoming us home, I want you to be up there in the control room wishing us good luck when I go off world, I want you to be the one to give me the order that will sentence me to death, if need be. I don't want to risk my life every day under the command of some one who doesn't even know me."

"Christ, do you think I'd ever…"

"Yes, you would. Because you respcet me that much. To treat me fairly as a lover and as an officer. We both know how life in the service is. Be there with me." She whispered against his lips. "We can do both. I'll do anything to make this work. Here and out there. I want you in every little part of my life."

He pulled her with him to lie on the sofa. She stretched her body over his and brushed her fingers through his damp hair. "I will always be with you, Samantha." She smiled at him.

"Good. No more talk of retiring. Oh and… you won't call me Samantha in public will you? Ever!" He raised an eyebrow. "It's just that you say it in such a way it sounds so… dirty…" She said with a huge grin on her face.

"That depends… are we even for the park thing? I swear to God Sam, I was never going to hurt you. Please, God… tell me I didn't!"

"We're even. And you didn't. Although you could have let me come. Does that mean no more rough sex? You're so hot when you do that." She smiled at his moan. "So… how's you back feeling?"

"Can't wait for it to calm down a bit." Jack bent his head to suck on her ear lobe. "I want you to claw at my back as I move inside you." He heard her suck in her breath and her fingers tightened in his hair.

"Jaaack? How's your back?" She asked again and she heard him mumble something that sounded like "bed" as he was kissing the skin of her neck. "Here." She said. He pulled back and looked at her.

"I want to make love to you." He said, a soft blush burning his cheeks.

"Yes…" Sam kissed his forehead. "Here." He smiled at her and pushed himself in a sitting position with her legs wrapped around his waist.

He undid the knot of her bathrobe and pushed it open, pulling her to him. His hands went to her hair and held her head still as he brushed his lips softly over her eyes, her forehead and down her cheeks, to her mouth. Slowly, he kissed her, feeling her tongue push in his mouth and he accepted it eagerly, letting her taste and move around his mouth. She brushed his teeth, stroked his tongue and pushed in every part of him and he just opened his mouth more for her. He started trailing his lips across her jaw, to her ear and he took his time teasing the skin just below her ear with soft licks and nipping at it every now and then, before he trailed lower down her neck.

His hands pushed the robe off her shoulders and to the floor. And he moved to kiss the skin of her shoulders while his hands went to her breasts and caressed them gently. She moaned, arching her back to him and he bent her backwards so he could kiss her breastbone. "Hold on." He said as he picked them up from the sofa and placed her on the ground stretching himself on top of her. The light from the fire made her skin shine and kept them both warm. She found the way his dam hair sparkled in the light from the fire fascinateing and she ran her fingers through it, scraping his scalp. His eyes closed and she moved her other hand through it to finally run her nails softly across his nape. His entire body shuddered.

Sam moved her hand the towel he had around his waist and slipped her fingers beneath it, smiling as his eyes glazed over in anticipation and his lips parted. She smiled and ripped it off in one swift move, revealing the body she loved so much. He hissed at her and keeping his eyes locked on hers he beant his head to kiss her chest. His mouth closed on a nipple and he tugged at it with his teeth before he pressed his mouth to the breast and sucked at her. Long and slow and hard.

Her hands kept stroking his hair and shoulders. And he kept going, kissing every inch of her skin he could. Jack's lips moved to the underside of her breast and she arched her back to push her chest towards his demanding lips. She opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were half closed in passion as they traveled her body, and Sam watched with a gasp ready to be torn out off her, as his lips closed slowly over the skin of her abdomen. He kissed the skin, his tongue running over his lips to wet them and then repeat the slow move. Every movement he made was slow and patient. Her hands were stroking his silver hair and she couldn't believe how much she adored the he looked righ now, slowly going down on her, her arms wrapped around his neck. She kept watching every move he made, the light from the fire shining around his body so she could see every detail of him. The way his tongue licked her skin, the way his lips sucked on it, the way his eyes closed and his soft breath blew over her skin when he brushed his cheek along her skin.

His broad shoulders, the details of his arms as they moved on her, the way the muscles of his back contracted as he moved above her, the scars in his flesh that her fingers began tracing and caressing. And his fingers… God how she loved his hands. Long, lean, clever fingers that would subdue anything they touched. "You're so perfect…" She breathed and she felt Jack burry his face in her skin for a second, before he moved his body up her to kiss her lips.

His hand traveled down her body and his fingers pushed through her folds. She was wet and ready but he didn't want to end this just yet. He loved the way she started moaning and squirming underneath him. He brushed his lips down between her breasts to her belly and he felt her sudden gasp as his tongue circled her belly button. He kept his hand between her legs stroking her softly and surely and his lips kissed her upper thighs as his other hand coaxed her to turn on her belly.

She turned face down and he moved his hand so he could stroke her folds from behind. Sam pushed her ass up towards him bending to get up on all four for him, but his arms closed around her and pushed her back down to lie on ber belly. "I don't want to fuck you from behind." His hand moved to stroke her folds again. "I just want to taste all of your body." His lips moved over her ass, his other hand moving along with his lips, caressing the muscles and skin of her ass. He nipped at her cheeks and he felt her thrust back against him, pushing her ass against his mouth. He kept his hand on her ass while he moved his lips higher on her back. Kissing up along her spine just as she had done to him.

When his mouth reached her shoulders and the back of her neck her hand moved back to hold his head to her. "I need you…" She breathed.

"I know. I need you too." His voice sounded strained and he moved his hips to rub his erection against her thigh. "Face up…" He whispered and she turned. When he moved to stretch his body between her thighs, her legs wrapped high around his waist, bringing his dick in contact with her wet folds. "Sam… ah, you feel so good." He groaned and his hand gripped her hips to keep her from moving. The hand that was previously stroking her wet folds moved to her ass and guided her hips towards him as he placed the tip of his dick at her opening and pushed in stretching her flesh around his dick.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders as he pushed himself in on the first stroke. He pressed her to him with the hand he had on her ass and the fingers that had been inside her, damp from her juices, slipped between her cheeks and rubbed against her asshole. She moaned and arched her back, her nails already digging in his shoulders. He didn't push his fingers in her ass, just rubbed against her opening as he started moving inside her. The sensations flowed over her and nearly drowned her. His dick strethcing her, his fingers teasing her, his lips wet against her skin, his breath hot and fast against her kin. "Yes, ah, that feels incredible. Oh, God it's too much!"

His head dropped to her shoulder with a moan and began trailing kisses up and down her neck, sucking on her ear lobe as his dick moved in and out of her, slow and determined. His hand on her ass grabbed her and circled her hips against his. She moaned loudly and her nails scratched at his shoulders. "Please, I need to come…"He moved his other hand to one of her breasts to pinch the niple and he started thrusting harder. Sam began matching his moves and she was thrusting against him, moving her ass against his fingers. Her nails had moved lower on his back leaving red trails on his flesh. "Oh, Jack… please…" He groaned against her skin and kept moving inside her.

"Higher. Your legs… God Sam… can you move them higher?" She lifted her knees towards her chest and he slipped in deeper, with a loud moan torn from somewhere deep in his chest. He kept pushing her towards him with the hand he had on her ass and he moved the hand he had on her breast, to rub her clit. Her whole body shuddered at his touch and again her nails scratched his back. "Oh, yes Sam… God yes…" He kept rubbing her clit in time with the moves of his dick and soon she was moaning louder and louder, her nails digging deep in his back and scratching him from his shoulders to his ass, gripping his cheecks and pushing him tighter against her. His hips jerked.

With one deep and hard thrust her back arched, her nails dug in his ass and she screamed as she came, squeezing his dick with her inner muscles, breaking his control and making him come with her, hard, his whole body shuddering. He moved the hand between them to the back of her head and pressing her body to him. He pressed his cheek against her face, feeling her hair brush his face as his whole body went stiff as orgasm crushed over his body and her smell intoxicating him as he was panting and moaning.

When he came back to himself he felt her hands on his ass holding him in. He was already soft and could easily slip out of her. He moved his lips to her ear and his arms around her body, to hold her to him. "I love you, Samantha."

"I know." She said as she kissed his hair over and over again. "I love you Jack." He slipped out of her, to her disappointment and pulled her up in a sitting position and wrapped his arms tightly against her.

"I know." He said looking down at her. "Now I know." His eyes closed slowly and every muscle and line of his face relaxed in a way she had never seen him. A smile tugged at his lips and when he re-opened his eyes she could swear he was a completely different man than the one she had seen every day at the SGC. His eyes were soft and warm, his features relaxed and happy, and the way he looked at her said 'all is right with the world, because I'm happier than I've ever been in years.'

Her hands moved across his back in a caress and she felt the new injuries she had caused. He laughed softly when he felt her body go stiff. "Good thing I didn't take the first aid kit back to its place." He grinned at her. "You're so amazing!"

After another shower and another look at Jack's back they got in his bed and wrapped themselves around each other under the comfort of soft sheets. "You're staying the week-end right?" He asked.

"I'll have to make some calls. I didn't have the chance to plan anything. When I found out where you were, I just got in my car and came here. I didn't know what would happen, how things would go between us."

"But you're staying the week-end right?" He sounded like a child.

"Yes. I am now."

"Good. I'm teaching you how to fish tomorrow."

"You know there are no fishes in that damned lake, right?"

"Oh, shut up Carter!" She snorted at his annoyed tone.

Within minutes he was asleep, pressed up against her,the arm he had around her waist was loose and relaxed and his shallow breath blew soflty against her skin. Sam turned her head and looked up at his sleeping face. He looked like an angel. The features of his face were smooth and relaxed. She had never seen him like this. He was beautiful. She reached out a hand and brushed his face and his lips parted slightly. She snuggled closer to him, tangling her legs with his, bathed in the heat from his body and kept watching him sleep. She could do this forever.

Sleep refused to take her. She had spent the past hour watching Jack sleep and in the end she got out from underneath the sheets and left the bed. Sam began moving about his cabin looking at the different things he had around. Everything in there was so typically him. And she loved every detail of this lace. Just like she loved him. This was going to be one complicated relationship, but she was damned if she wasn't going to spend the rest of her life with Jack O'Neill. She took one of his long sweaters and pulled it on. She went around the living room going through his books, his music collection, and in the end just stood in front of the glass doors to his back garden looking out. A few minutes passed when she felt ahand come around he waist. She jumped slightly but relaxed at the feel of him. "You seriously have got to stop doing that." He said in a low voice.

"What?"

"Leaving the bed like that. Can I just once wake up and see your face there, instead of just mounting a search and rescue for you?"

"You didn't honestly think I had left did you?"

"I'm out here Carer, now amn't I? Naked." His insecurity was sweet. Just like the obvius need he had for her. To know she was there with him. She felt his hands sneak up under the sweater as he pressed his body to her back. In one swift move he had the piece of clothing off her and he pulled the blanked he had around him to cover both their bodies. Again he pressed her now naked body to his, making as much skin contact as he could. She grabbed the edges of the blanket and kept it wrapped around them as his arms closed around her body. "I need you." He said against her shoulder. "I can't sleep without you. You wanna stay out here?"

"No. Bed. Promise I won't sneak away again." She said turning in his arms. "Unles I need to use the bathroom." He giggled. She moved her hand to cup his balls and he groaned. "I need you too."

"Sam…ah…" He moaned as her hand closed around his soft dick. "Carter for crying out loud, I'm worn out. I'm still trying to recover after that marathon night."

"You didn't seem to have problems before…" He groaned. "I love your body." She could swear to anything, his face flushed at her words. She was positive it did.

"What? This old broken shell?" His voice remained even and his expresion teasing.

"It's perfect to every detail and with a wonderful, big, storng, warm, amazing…"

"Carter!" He was sooo blushing and getting uncomfortable, she just couldn't help but giggle.

"Heart, Jack! I was going to say Heart! God you're sick!" He laughed soflty not believeing she had trapped him in with that game of words. She was NOT going to say heart.

"Can we go to bed?" She nodded and he unwrapped the blanked from around them and put it just around Sam as he swept her up in his arms and took her back to bed. Again they were wrapped in each other's arms under the soft sheets. Just before they both fell asleep Sam heard him say against her shoulder "You were not going to say heart."

"No, I wasn't." He smiled. He was going to be insufferable. "But that doesn't mean it it's not true just the same." This time they both fell asleep and stayed together to wake up to each other's face in the morning.

THE END