Title: Contrast

Author: Jara Dax

Disclaimers: Not mine otherwise this would have happened in the show.

Rating: NC-17. Yes, read that again: NC-17. For sexual situations. Don't look at me like that!

Classification: Angst

Spoilers: None

Archive: Yes, to SJD, SJNC17 and Heliopolis

Summary: And then there was only her.

A/N: I'm such a pushover. This is entirely nhawk78 and splash_the_cat's fault. Thank them or blame them, that's up to you.

As this is my first (and perhaps last) smut fic I would love to hear your thoughts and comments.

Huge big thanks to splash_the_cat for her great beta and making this fic what it is right now. Smooches for my munchkin for giving me her approval.

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Beneath him, her body was warm and supple, a stark contrast against lifeless and cold burdens he carried from the battlefield earlier today.

A soft groan slipped from Sam’s lips as he pushed inside her. He watched her bite her lip and reached out, brushing his thumb over it. He didn’t speak, didn’t ask her if she was alright as the sound of his voice would shatter the carefully spun illusion around them.

Jack remained motionless as he watched her suck on his thumb, stroking it with her tongue. He moaned and let his full weight settle on her, his lips brushing her cheek.

This wasn’t how he had imagined their first time together. The camp bed was too hard, the lighting outside too harsh and revealing. No romantic dinner, no candle-light or hot bath. Instead there was the pain of fresh loss.

His thumb slipped from her mouth, leaving a wet trail over her throat, breast and stomach. Tentatively he slid back and saw Sam close her eyes at the sensation. Her hands caressed his back and settled on his shoulders. Her fingers dug into his skin as he moved back in, listening to the hitch in her breathing.

They had lost too many good men. People he saw every day but never took the time to get to know. Now they lay two tents away in body bags, and he’d never know why they had chosen to die for their planet.

His hand slipped between their bodies, fingers moving through her curls. Her skin was hot and slick and he felt her muscles tighten around him. Her eyes were still closed and he rested his cheek against hers.

It had been too much, too real, just laying on the cot and trying to sleep. The adrenaline of the fight was still in his veins, making his whole body hyper-aware of Sam’s presence on the other side of the tent. Reality seeped into every pore and all he wanted to do was drown himself in fantasy.

His fingers found what he sought, the roughened pad of his index finger sweeping over the sensitive spot. Sam groaned again and pressed her hips tight against his. She wrapped her legs around him and he slipped deeper when he pushed back.

He couldn’t even remember how it started. One moment he had been alone, the next they lay in a naked embrace. It didn’t matter. He buried his nose in her damp hair, taking in her scent. He needed her to possess him, to push away the faces filled with fear that wandered through his mind.

Sam gasped into his ear, her lips brushing his skin. Her arms tightened around him as she met his thrusts. The movement left little room and he let his hand fall from between them.

They both needed to forget things. He had to stop repeating the names of every man he had lost and he ground his hips against hers in the vain hope it would stop his thoughts.

“Jack.”

He barely heard her breathe his name. Her teeth grazed his earlobe and he realised that she needed this as much as he did.

Moaning, he slid his arms underneath her; his large hands cupped her shoulders and he pulled her closer. Revelling in the feel of her breasts against his chest.

Her body shuddered despite his roughness. He felt her nails dig into his skin, and one hand moved over his neck until she was clutching his hair.

And then there was only her. Reality fell away as Sam strangled her moans with an open mouthed kiss against his throat, her tongue and teeth nipping and licking at his salty skin as she shattered in his arms.

He felt it rush through her body; underneath him, around him and then it was inside him. The groan it tore from his lips was startling and primal and he bit her shoulder to smother it.

For a moment the adrenaline rushing through his body settled. Time suspended as he focused on the smaller sensations: Sam’s fingers stroking through his hair with a tenderness he had only suspected. The feel of her hair, soft and damp with sweat. The sound of their breathing; shallow and fast but not quite in tune with each other. Her skin against his, both covered in a sheen of perspiration that would soon make them shiver. But not yet; while he was still inside her he didn’t think he could ever get cold.

She rubbed her palm over his back and he felt her lips against his sweaty temple. He didn’t deserve that comfort, and Sam deserved a whole lot better than what they had just shared.

“Carter,” he whispered. Just like he had expected, reality came crashing down on top of them with the sound of his voice. He wanted to move but her arms and legs tightened around him.

“Not yet.” She sounded as if she was pleading with him.

He knew that if he didn’t walk away now, he never would. They weren’t ready for this, not yet.

Shaking his head he shifted his weight onto his elbows and slipped out of her as her head fell back on the pillow her eyes closed in sorrow.

He sat on the edge of the cot and reached for the towel lying on top of his bag. Gently he parted her legs and cleaned her up before he did the same to himself. After he put the towel away again, he turned towards her to find her eyes on him.

Sighing, Jack reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly. He shouldn’t have put her in this position. He opened his mouth but before he could say anything Sam shook her head and placed a finger on his lips.

“If you dare to say you’re sorry, I swear I’m gonna castrate you.”

In any other situation he would have laughed at her words. Not now, not when her eyes were serious and he realised she didn't regret this either.

He nodded and leaned forward, gently brushing his lips over hers. Their first kiss, and neither of them attempted to deepen it. Despite that, the feel of her supple mouth under his and her breath against his slightly parted lips was more intimate than everything they had done that night.