TITLE: Welcome Home

AUTHOR: Linz (lindsaymallen@yahoo.com)

CATEGORY: SJ established relationship.

SUMMARY: Sam's been gone a while and Jack has a plan.

RATING: NC17 – graphic sexual situations.

SPOILERS: None

SEASON: Future

ARCHIVE: SJD, Heliopolis, JackFic, others only have to ask.

DISCLAIMER: Ok, don't own characters (wish I did) made this story up, didn't make any money out of it, yada yada, blah blah.

NOTES: This one had been percolating in my head for a while and I was finally *forced* to write it. So this is what you get when this writer loses a bet. I hope you enjoy!

Thanks to my beta reader SallyR – who once again kicks ass!

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Dedication: For SRO, even though its *ALL* your fault!
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If you would like to read this fic when it looks all pretty, go to ...

http://www.sjhw.net/linz/welcomehomeweb.htm

Otehrwise, read on...

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Jack smiled as he slid the solid door closed with a quiet click. He'd made sure to muffle the sound of his entry – utilising all those years of Special Forces training – from the moment he'd seen the soft, flickering glow through the bathroom window as he'd returned to the house.

Soft, flickering light from the bathroom window meant only one thing - she was finally home.

He smiled to himself as he kicked off his boots and threw his jacket haphazardly over the nearest chair, picturing already the scene that awaited him in the bathroom. He could see clearly through his mind's eye; the steam, the bubbles, the candle-light reflecting from the moisture on her exposed shoulders.

Normally he wouldn't dare to intrude on her sanctuary; he'd learned that the hard way. But she'd been away for much longer than was usual and his groin was already reminding him just how frustrating that time had been. Never let it be said that Jack O'Neill wasted any given opportunity. With his decision made, a devilish grin found its way to his lips, and his body automatically began to follow the evocative scent of vanilla.

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Sam stretched languorously; pure heaven! Over a week's worth of sand and dust finally began to leave her skin as her tired muscles relaxed into the heat of the scented water. The warmth permeated her bones and she closed her eyes, sank deeper in to the bliss of her tub and sighed in glorious appreciation.

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Jack knew that there was no way in hell he'd be able to get into the bathroom without her noticing – even *when* she was tired – and besides, the change in air temperature as he opened the door would be a dead give-away to her heated, but water-damp skin…

A small groan escaped his lips as he took the handle firmly, the images of the gooseflesh he was about to cause her almost too much to bear. Already knowing how to deal with her reaction to his intrusion, Jack slid stealthily inside the steam filled room.

"Jack! Shut the damn door!" she muttered witheringly, without even opening her eyes.

Having already closed the door – a good thing as the sight before his eyes caused him to fall heavily back against it – Jack looked at the form before him. She hadn't moved a muscle and other than the minute frown line between her eyebrows she had barely even reacted to his entrance. She must have figured he'd needed something in the bathroom… or something. Well, she wasn't exactly wrong now was she?

Hair wet, face damp, shoulders barely peeking above the copious bubbles, Jack felt as if he'd taken a punch to the gut - *two* punches – she was just that beautiful. He watched on as, in response to his dumb-founded silence, a slow and knowing smile began to creep across her lips, replacing the almost frown. She knew exactly what she was doing to him! She was enjoying this, otherwise he'd already have been given *very* clear ideas about what he could do with himself until she was finished in the bathroom.

"Did you want something or are you just going to stand there all night?" she murmured, still without opening her eyes. Jack suddenly snapped himself back into action, cursing how easily his original plan had been side-tracked by just the sight of her. But her taunting tone was the last straw for a man who, really, didn't need a lot of persuasion to make his thoughts a reality.

When he didn't immediately answer her, the expected small furrow of confusion appeared between her eyebrows, cueing him to move closer to her before she opened those blue gems completely. Jack leant silently over the tub and placed gentle fingers over her eyelids keeping them closed.

Her initial shock as his unexpected touch quickly disappeared as Jack felt her breath tickle the inside of his wrist, causing a few goose-bumps of his own.

"Shh," he whispered and she smiled.

This was new; he'd only ever lasted this long in her "alone-time"… well, actually, never. He could tell that although she may have originally been a little annoyed by his disturbance, her irritation was now totally quashed by her curiosity.

His smiled intensified.

Her hands began to move from the water and Jack knew she was reaching for him, a hug or a kiss maybe…but that wasn't part of his plan.

Tenderly he reached for her hands and using his own he placed them palm down on the sides of the tub, exerting a soft but determined pressure on her, telling her without words that she was to keep them there.

Satisfied that she understood that 'command', he gently brushed her eyelids with the slightest glance of his fingertips once more, reiterating the same request as before. Her lips twitched, she understood that too.

Jack grinned; he was really enjoying this game. He could keep her just like this for as long as he wanted (water temperature dependant).

Water!

That reminded him!

He moved his hand through the scented bubbles, taking exquisite care not to brush any part of her submerged anatomy as his fingers slid under the water, travelling until he reached his goal. With a quick and decisive tug he yanked the plug from the hole and smiled as the water quickly began to drain away.

"Jack!" She startled as the cooler air began to hit her heated skin. But he held her firm with the same gentle caress of fingers over eyelids.

"Shh," he breathed once more as she relaxed back against the back of the tub.

Trusting her to understand his silent order once again, trusting her to trust *him*, Jack removed his fingers from her eyelids and reached blindly behind him for the fluffy towel he knew was there. Balling it up quickly, he placed it between his knees and the floor, yes, he may have put up with the pain if he had no other choice, but there was no sense in being an idiot.

His eyes travelled down her body as the water receded to reveal the creamy perfection of her collar bones and the upper slopes of her breasts. Unable to help himself, Jack lowered his head and blew gently over the exposed skin, her gasp his reward.

He knew it was hot in the room, but the grey t-shirt he wore was beginning to stick a little uncomfortably to his back. Refusing to be distracted by *anything*, he pulled it from his torso and over his head, throwing it…somewhere… behind him.

He let his eyes look their fill of her form while his hand reached again to the end of the tub. As the muscles in his shoulder stretched to accommodate his movement, he took in every detail of the perfect 'Sam-ness' that was before him while his hand searched blindly for his target. His eyes darkened substantially and his breath hitched as he took note of a small clump of bubbles that had held themselves securely in place once the water had left her body.

Demanding visual access to every inch if her – especially *that* inch – Jack lowered his head once more and allowed a breath of air to slide across her skin to remove the offending puffs of soap. As expected, another hitched gasp escaped her lips as the skin puckered around the rosy bud in direct response to his action.

Jack's grin was positively feral as he checked she hadn't opened her eyes, good little soldier that she was, but she had no idea what he was about to do. Well, not the specifics at least… he couldn't resist another brush of his breath across her toned abdomen and the shiver that replied made his groin sit up and virtually howl in response.

But, he checked himself, he had a plan and he was damn well gonna carry it out!

Forcing his body to lean slightly away from her, Jack turned his attention briefly away from her. Wasting as little time as possible on anything 'not-Sam', Jack efficiently turned the dial on the wall to the desired temperature and just as quickly turned the object that his hand had located earlier onto the desired mode – pulse- and hit the small red button… 'On'.

Knowing without doubt that the noise of the water from the shower head hitting the tub would make her too curious to keep her eyes closed, he quickly pre-empted the action, again with gentle fingertips and even gentler directions.

"Shh." He watched her smile return as she heard the huskiness evidenced in his own tone, and he felt his control slip another notch.

"Ja-ack," she murmured back to him, desire and want already apparent in her voice.

"Shh," he stated, a little more forcefully this time as he removed his only point of contact from her beautiful closed lids. He paused a moment to admire the long spray of dark lashes that fanned over rose-tinted skin. She was just so… *hot*!

And now it was time to have a little fun with little-miss-hottie-in- the-tub!

Aiming the pulse spray carefully, Jack let the water start to wash over her toes before moving with tormenting slowness to her shins, then behind, to her calves. Knowing the force of the jet of lukewarm water was massaging the knots she was sure to still have there, he smiled at himself for putting that expression of bliss on her face. He let the water trail higher, over her thighs, dealing with the muscles there, before dipping back to her toes once more to start all over again.

"Ja…ack…" She breathed in contentment as his ministrations eased her tired body. Although, his concentration was broken slightly by the sexy hitch in her tone.

But this was his show, and it was time to up the stakes.

Without warning he moved the spray from her legs and aimed it at her fingers, not caring that the floor, and him, were now getting soaked in the process. If he were totally honest with himself, the fine mist of water that bounced from her fingers was oddly erotic as it combined together and slid in droplet form down his naked chest, over his stomach to be caught, ultimately, by the waistband of his jeans. It was almost as if she were touching him… but not.

"Shh," he whispered once again as he let the spray travel up her arms and over her shoulders, before dipping his aim slightly, letting the water play against the slope of her breasts, teasing, taunting the flesh around her chest before moving quickly to her stomach. She moved then, her frustration beginning to show. He didn't have to look to know that she was turned on. He didn't need the blush over her chest and neck, the bite on her lower lip or the wetness between her legs to know. He felt it; he felt her reaction, every shiver, every gasp, every smile. He wondered who, at this point was the more turned on. Ironic since no one had actually touched anyone else, yet. Physically, at least.

"Jack, please…" she began, but again was silenced by a tender "Shh" that was almost too low to hear.

At this point, Jack knew *he* wouldn't last much longer, let alone her! After all, there was only so much wet-and-naked-Sam-right-there- in-front-of-your-eyes that you could take before something *had* to be done about it.

With that in mind, he turned the nozzle quickly, his aim true as he brought her tightly budded nipple into the line of fire… as it were. Her gasp and moan were quick and went straight to his groan as she arched her back in a vain attempt to get more pressure.

But this was his game, his rules. So as soon as she moved, he removed the spray leaving her with no contact, from either the spray or himself, whatsoever. His smile at her understanding, and her frustration, was nothing but wicked. She knew now that these were his rules, if she moved she got nothing. He could feel the frustration pounding from ever pore of her sensitized skin, but she stayed still. Relenting slightly, Jack turned the spray to her other nipple watching it tighten further under the constant pressure. Switching from the nipple, Jack suddenly re-directed the spray to the surrounding aureole and listened intently as her breathing changed. Small rapid little pants told Jack everything he needed to know.

Leaning over her once more, and blowing gently across the taut bud, Jack allowed the pulse spray to travel between her breasts and down across her stomach. Only this time he continued the downward movement until the jet of water settled on the small nest of golden blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her response was immediate. Her back arched delightfully and a low moan escaped her throat as her legs parted involuntarily. As wonderful a sight as it was, Jack knew rules were rules. And for a soldier who had spent the better part of her life following them, she should know better by now. Quickly he removed the water spray from her body… and a small, yet evil laugh escaped from his mouth.

"Bastard!" she panted without opening her eyes.

Unabashed, Jack laughed again as he bent low to her ear and whispered. "But you love me anyway!"

Later, he would find the growl that tore from her throat decidedly funny, but right then and there it was *the* sexiest sound she had ever made and his body reacted accordingly.

Without another moment's hesitation he moved his left hand to her folds and parted her, holding her open to the ministrations of the shower spray. She bucked at the sudden contact of the water over her most sensitive of flesh, but Jack was beyond caring. He wanted to watch this and he wanted to watch it now.

Moving the spray slowly over and around her swollen clitoris, Jack held her down slightly with the forearm that covered her belly. Her moans we coming in time to the momentum of the water jet and her whole body was taut with the tension he was creating.

"Please," she panted, "please, Jack…"

Still he let the water flutter over her, not resting for long in any one spot, denying her the constant pressure he knew she needed as he denied his own need to touch, to possess.

It was her movement that did it, against his rules or not, her arm lifted from its position on the edge of the tub and her hand threaded through the very short hair at the nape of his neck. She was beyond words, but that action told him she was almost *there* and resultantly, what she needed. And he found that he couldn't deny her any longer.

"Now, Sam, open your eyes, baby," he whispered, his own voice rough to his ears.

Her response was immediate and as passion drenched blue eyes locked onto his, he thought he was in heaven.

Aiming the spray directly onto her clitoris sent her over the edge in a powerful climax that Jack watched with awe. She was so beautiful all the time, but here in this moment, a moment just for him, she was utterly stunning. And he would never, *ever* tire of seeing her like this, trusting and open in the throes of orgasm; for him, because of him.

As her body came down from its high, Jack let the shower head drop to the tub as he ran a finger down the side of her flushed cheek.

"Wow, Jack…" she began, only to be abruptly silenced as he shifted himself to his full height so that he could lift her from the tub, cradling her to him as one of her arms wrapped around his neck and the other played with the moisture and sporadic hair of his bare chest.

"Welcome home," he smiled into her eyes as he bent lower to brush an intense kiss over her still parted lips.

"What a welcome," she grinned into his dark, *dark* eyes while her fingers danced over his taut nipple, before tweaking it sharply. "But now I have a few rules of my own to enforce, Colonel!"

His grin was wolfish as began to move through the hallway to their bedroom. "And I can't wait, Major."

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The End
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I hope you enjoyed the read!

Welcome Home: copyright Lindsay Allen, November 2003.