Title: Body Heat (Part 3 of the Movie Series)

Author: Malinne

Email: malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete (Stands alone, but follows Booty Call and Risky Business)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Sam and Jack can't keep their hands off each other.

Classification: Sam & Jack Romance, PWP

Spoilers: Season 7 after Homecoming. No episode spoilers.

Archive: SJ-NC17, SJD- yes

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II)Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

She had been late leaving Cheyenne Mountain. Jack had gone home 2 hours before, but the General had wanted to see the report on the naquada samples before she left for the weekend. Finally, she was on her way. Only 15 minutes more and she'd be there. Her heart was pounding. She had warm fuzzy jitters that felt like furry caterpillars running all over her skin under her clothes, but most of all she had an emptiness in her core that was aching to be filled.

Stopped at a red light, she ran the fingers of her right hand along her left arm, across her breast, and down to the juncture of her thighs. Even her own touch brought a spasm of delight to her over- excited abdominal muscles. He needed him. She needed to come—now. How long had they been together now?…8…9…that's it 9 ½ weeks since they'd first given in to their need for each other and made love. In the beginning she had been concerned that it was just a matter of wanting the forbidden fruit, and that once it was `plucked and eaten', the interest would be gone. Holy Hannah…had she been wrong. After over two months, there still weren't enough hours in the day to gather that forbidden fruit. If they were on downtime, and could manage to be alone together, they were going at it like rabbits in heat.

She pulled in the garage and jumped out of the car. Hurrying through the back door, she looked for him first in the kitchen; then in the living room. She found him coming down the hall from the bathroom. Reaching out, she grabbed his hands.

"Hey, you made it. What's up?" He asked.

Looking at the crotch of his pants she answered "Looks like not much. But I can fix that," and she began rubbing his limp penis through his pants. With the other hand she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to her, crushing his lips with hers. "I need you." She parted his lips with her tongue and sucked his tongue into her mouth, leaving no doubt in his mind just what it was she wanted from him. She reached for his belt when she felt his penis responding to her touch. Quickly undoing his belt and zipper she freed him from his briefs. Caressing his length a few times to be sure he was sufficiently aroused, she moved her hands to her skirt and undid the zip letting it fall to the floor.

"Sam…" He gasped into her mouth as she trailed her lips down his neck, biting and licking a burning hot path. "Let's move this upstairs."

She slid her panties off and lifted a leg, wrapping it around him; then grasped his length and looked him in the eye. He was amazed at the raw passion—her body heat was setting them both ablaze. Her eyes were deep blue-black and glazed with lust. Her short gasping breaths were like fire on his skin.

"No…I don't want…don't need…I want…here…now Jack…Now!" She rubbed the head of his hard penis through her wet folds.

He found himself driven by her animal-like desire. Now consumed by the same overpowering need, he slid his hand down her body and cupping her ass he picked her up. Opening her legs to him, she reached between them grasping his penis and holding it at her wet center. He lowered her onto his length. She shuddered in his arms and wrapped her arms and legs around him pulling him closer. He was lost in the sensation of her hot core. He could feel the flames of her body licking around his penis and sucking him deeper and deeper into her. `God', he thought…"this is the only way to die.' He backed her into the wall and used it to push fully into her. She gasped his name. "Jack!" And he began to thrust, impaling her against the wall with his rigid rod. Her breath coming only in gasps, she whispered, "harder…faster". Then a tiny shriek escaped her lips before she buried her mouth into his shoulder, biting to keep from screaming as every muscle tensed and her world began to collapse inward to that few inches within her pelvis. As her juices dripped from his hammering length he came too, shooting his hot essence into her already fiery core. The combined sensations of his muscle spasms and cum were enough to send her into another wave of orgasm. Finally, they stood there quietly, unmoving. Her legs still locked around his waist, her ass pressed into the wall, and their heads buried in each other's shoulders. Slowly, they slid down the wall to sit in the floor. After a few minutes he spoke, "Hey, welcome home."

She leaned in and kissed his lips—a slow sensual kiss that sucked and pulled on his bottom lip before releasing it. "I love you, Jack."

They lay there for several minutes before he spoke. "Wow…what brought that on."

"I missed you!"

"Evidently!"

Standing up, Jack pulled his jeans back up. "I think I'll go take a shower and change. Can I help you up?"

"Not yet. Go on." As he headed up the stairs for his bedroom, she stood and picked up her skirt and underwear.

Jack stepped into the hot water of the shower. He didn't know if he could feel more relaxed than he did right now. First, the release of mind-blowing sex and then a hot shower massage. Sam Carter had certainly been a surprise to him. He never imagined that his lovely and brainy 2IC was also a sex maniac in disguise. The shower curtain opened, interrupting his musing and Sam stepped into the shower with him. "Want to save some water?" He joked.

She let the water pound over her body, while Jack picked up the shower sponge and lathered it. He then began to wash her body for her, leaving trails of tiny white bubbles covering her skin. The bubbles ran and separated in rivulets revealing her nipples—still flushed bright pink from their previous lovemaking. He washed her chest, back and legs; then took down the hand-held shower massager to rinse. Reaching down, he lifted one of her legs to prop it on the shower seat and give him access to rinse between her legs. As the massaging jets sent pulses of water between her thighs, Jack heard her suck in her breath and grip his shoulder. He grinned and shook his head. This woman was always ready for more.

Seeing his expression, she asked "What."

He chuckled as he continued, now purposely directing the jets toward her clitoris. "I was just thinking that you are always ready."

She waggled her eyebrows as she had seen him do many times; then reached around him to turn off the water. Taking his hands she pulled back the shower curtain and they stepped out onto the soft carpet of the bathroom. She slid her wet body against his and kissed him gently. Stepping back and watching the tiny lines of water running down his chest and abdomen, she bent to lick the water from his chest. Stopping at his right nipple she pulled it into her mouth and sucked while running the tip of her tongue in a circular pattern. One hand was on his other nipple, rubbing and pinching; the other hand was wrapped around his hips caressing the cheek of his ass.

He groaned her name, "Sam." Pulling her head up to his he claimed her lips again, slipping his tongue between them when they parted to caress every inch of her mouth. He moved to her jaw; then kissed and licked that special place below her ear on her neck. She arched into him rubbing her tight nipples against his hairy chest. Kneeling, he pulled her down with him so they both lay on the carpeted floor. He kissed a random trail from her breast to the patch of blonde curls between her thighs. She parted her legs and he spread her with his fingers. His breath was cool on flesh warmed by the hot water of the shower and by her passion. His lips descended and pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking gently with a rhythm similar to that of the shower massager. She grabbed his hair with both hands. She knew in her current state of excitement it would all be over soon—too soon.

"Jack…I love this...its…Oow…so good, but…oh my god!, where did you learn to do that? Jack, please. I want you to fill me. You know I like coming with you inside me."

He grinned and slid up her body, connecting the dots with his tongue— clit…navel…right nipple…left nipple…right ear…mouth. He lifted himself up on his knees and reached for her knees. "Okay, but I get to lean back and watch you come. Because I love watching your face when you come." He lifted an ankle onto each of his shoulders and grasping her hips, lifted her so that he could enter her.

She thought as his broad head breeched her opening, that she could almost faint from sheer pleasure. He was hard and hot, and silky smooth. She could feel the throbbing of his pulse through his penis as it slipped deeper into her being. He definitely had what it took to fill her. A thought popped into her head, Janet had been right when they had discussed his endowment on that drunken girl's night several months ago.

She realized he was quiet—just holding his position. She opened her eyes (when had she closed them) and saw him staring at her with the most serene expression she had ever seen on Jack O'Neill's face. "What…Jack?"

"You just feel so good around me."

"I feel the same way. Like we were born to fit together perfectly." They were both silent again as he began to thrust. She tensed her pelvic muscles intermittently, gripping him even more tightly inside her and then rotated her hips. Soon, both were flushed and wet with sweat.

Jack looked at her from behind smoldering black eyes. "I'm…close. You?"

"A minute." Came her reply. She removed her ankles from his shoulders and pulled her knees back to her shoulders, keeping her legs spread to give him unobstructed access. This new position let him drive even deeper into her. Soon he began to feel her muscles twitch. Looking at her for approval, she nodded. He leaned forward on his arms and began thrusting heavily. They both cried out as they tumbled over the edge, grasping onto each other's bodies.

***

The following morning she left to run some errands, buy groceries, and return to her house for the day. She had plans with Cassie for a movie that evening. Then the following night, Sunday, Jack was coming over later for dinner.

She spent Sunday afternoon cleaning house, doing laundry, watering and talking to her plants; then headed off to change before cooking— dinner wouldn't take long to prepare and she'd have no time to change after it was ready. She chose a loose fitting pale blue peasant type blouse with large balloon sleeves. She tucked it into a darker blue full skirt that struck her below the knee. A scarf was folded into a triangle and draped over the skirt and tied around her waist. Looking in the mirror she thought it kind of reminded her of the outfit she had worn when they had traveled back to 1969.

Jack arrived and she put him to work grilling the steaks while she finished the fettuccine and garlic bread. He'd initially been a bit distracted by her sheer blouse and the obvious fact that she was bra- less beneath, but Sam insisted that ruining her dinner would mean no `dessert' later for him.

After dinner and the real dessert of gourmet spumoni ice cream from his favorite little Italian place downtown, they took their wine to the family room. They sat and casually chatted while their meal settled; then things turned more serious. Jack pushed her back against the arm of the couch as he kissed her and let his hands explore her body.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silky soft black scarf. "May I blindfold you?"

"I…I'm not sure. What if I don't want to?"

"Do you trust me?" he asked. When Sam nodded, he leaned forward and tied the blindfold over her eyes.

It was a strange experience and it was turning her on. She could sense him near her…feel the air change as he moved around her. Then she felt his lips on her neck, biting and sucking at the spot below her ear. He rose from the couch and took her hands, pulling her to stand. He untied the scarf she had used as a sash over her skirt. Then slipped the elastic waist of her skirt over her hips. She was aware that he moved away from her. She heard a click…actually three clicks as the lamp with the 3-way light was turned on high—its glow was visible through her blindfold. He moved her to stand before the light…she knew because she could feel the heat on her back. He lifted her arms so they were extended out from her body, pulling and readjusting the fabric of the loose-fitting blouse, which hung below her hips.

Jack said nothing. The sight of her nearly naked body silhouetted by the light against the sheer fabric of the blouse entranced him. He knew she was aroused by the flush of her skin and the hard pink nipples that were now glowing like beacons through the sheer fabric. He slid his hands down her body from her neck to the hem of her blouse, barely touching her—just enough so the fabric lightly brushed her skin and the warmth of his hand could be felt. She felt his lips against her ear as he spoke. "Does this excite you?" he asked in a whispered raspy voice that left no doubt the impact it was having on him. Her only response was to shiver, suck in her breath and nod her head. He unfastened the first two buttons at the neck of her blouse and smoothed the collar back, caressing more firmly over her breasts, abdomen and onto her thighs. He used the fabric of her blouse, sliding it back and forth across her nipples and watching as they hardened even more in response to the friction. He pushed Sam back to lie across the arm of the chair. Reaching into the ice bucket he had filled earlier, he picked up an ice cube and let the melting water drip to her lips. Watching her lick it away was a turn-on for him. He lowered it to her lips and let her suck on the cube; then, moved it over her chin and down to the small depression at the base of her neck. He removed it, and leaned up to suck and lick away the water that had pooled there. Then he resumed his journey with the ice, tracing the open neckline of her blouse. When he reached another button he would open it and continue downward with the ice. Finally, the blouse was open. She lay before him with the blouse hanging from her shoulders and wearing pale blue thong panties. He could feel her heat and smell her arousal. Moving the ice cube back up to her breast, he circled each nipple with the cold, and watched her breasts firm at his touch. He moved the ice down and traced a path to her navel and on to her panty line. He marveled at the goose flesh that appeared in the aftermath. He knew it wasn't caused by just the cold— it was more arousal than anything.

Slipping the blouse completely off he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, where he laid her on the tile counter top of the work island. She heard the cabinet open and wondered what he was doing. Every nerve ending in her body was going `zing'. He had never tried anything like this with her before—and she was going to enjoy every bit of it.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound and feeling of something being sprayed on her bare breasts; then a strange cool sensation as something was sprinkled into the water on her skin. It was followed by Jack's hot, wet mouth. He was licking and sucking every square inch of her chest. She was aware of him lifting his head; then he kissed her on the lips, removing her blindfold as he did so. Something...some familiar taste was there, but she couldn't quite identify it. He grinned up at her, his lips bright blue. When he saw the puzzled expression on her face, he lifted up the mist bottle she used to spray her plants and an open box of blue Jell-O. He had sprayed her breasts and then sprinkled gelatin powder over them. She grabbed his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. While their tongues tangoed, she worked with the belt and zipper of his pants. To her pleasure and surprise, when she reached inside, she found he had worn no underwear. His erection was twitching and growing against her hand.

He slid an arm under her shoulders and the other beneath her knees, picking her up off the counter and carrying her to the family room. Jack put her down in front of an overstuffed leather armchair and slipped the thong underwear over her hips and down her legs. Turning her to face the chair he helped her place a knee on each heavily padded chair arm. Then he pushed gently on her back to lean her forward, her arms coming to rest on the back of the chair. She watched over her shoulder as he stepped back and pushed his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. He grinned at her when he saw her watching, but said nothing. As he stepped up behind her she felt his erection brush the cheek of her ass. He pushed her forward again so that she was leaning with her elbows rested on the back of the chair. Resting one hand on her hip, he gripped his penis with the other and guided it into her warm, waiting vagina. Shivers ran down her legs as she felt her muscles twitch and stretch to accommodate him. He sensed her relax and thrust once—twice to fully seat himself inside her. Jack leaned his chest to her back. The coarse hair felt both soft and prickly causing tiny little excited contractions of her abdominal muscles. He kissed her on the back and reached around to cup and caress her breasts. Her nipples were aching with need that his touch only served to heighten. She reveled in the feel of the warm supple leather below her and Jack's hot firm body behind and inside her. Slowly he began to rock his hips against her. His right hand slipped down between her legs and he began to massage her clit in rhythm with his strokes. Sam's eyelids fluttered as she buried her face in her arms. `How could everything he did feel so perfect? Nothing—no one had ever been able to make her respond the way Jack O'Neill could.'

All to quickly, she felt the approaching climax. He knew by her breathing and the raspy sounds she was mumbling. He stood up straight and gripping her hip to help him thrust more forcefully, he continued to massage her throbbing bud. Sam lifted her head and arms from the back of the chair and arching her back, leaning so that she could reach over her head and behind her to wrap her arms around his neck. Leaning forward and to the side, he met her face and kissed her. She sucked his tongue deep and hard into her mouth, releasing it a few moments later as she came in a shower of sensation that covered her skin like a fiery rain. She pushed her hips back hard against him and with one final thrust he came too. She felt the sudden hot wash deep inside her; then he wrapped his arms around her and they both dropped, kneeling in the seat of the chair, his slowly shrinking penis still inside her as she leaned into the back of the chair and he rested against her back. Their legs were still wracked with tremors as the sat wrapped front to back in the chair savoring the lingering effects of orgasm.

After a few minutes she giggled.

"What?" came his response.

"I was just thinking…some day when we don't report for duty as scheduled, the General is going to send someone looking for us. And they'll find us dead…at my house or yours, in a very, very compromising position. Then they'll all know."

"They'd probably send Daniel to check on us," he laughed at the thought.

Sam giggled, "He'd die of embarrassment finding us like this."

He chuckled. "Yeah, but they'll know we went out with a great big bang…and I think they'd all be happy for us."

***

The next morning they reported for duty. Sam arrived first. Jack had stopped by his house first to shower and change. Arriving in separate cars and at different times helped to keep up appearances.

They reported for mission briefing at 0800. They were gating to a planet where the MALP had shown signs of past mining activity. There were no signs of a Goa'uld or native presence. The site appeared to have simply been abandoned and equipment left where it stood. SG-1 was to evaluate and determine what was being mined and if it was of use to them, and whether or not it was safe for Earth to resume the mining operation.

Kitted-out and standing in the gate room the four talked casually as the chevrons were one-by-one locked in place. As the wormhole engaged, General Hammond spoke. "You have a go SG-1. Be careful out there." And the quartet stepped through the gate.

Arriving on the other side, Jack surveyed the barren terrain and turned to Sam. "Okay Major, which way to the forum?"

She motioned to their right. "This way sir. And it's just over this hill according to MALP feedback."

"Okay, let's go. Everybody on your toes."

Topping the hill they found themselves looking down into the mining pit. It looked as though the entire crew had just walked away to go eat lunch, planning on returning to work shortly. "Teal'c. Daniel. You two stay up here where you have an overview of the entire area while Carter and I check it out. If you see anything, sound off."

"Sure Jack. Boy it's creepy," responded Daniel. Teal'c just nodded his head.

Sam and Jack started down the steep bank of loose shale that led to the site. "Stay sharp Major."

"As always sir."

Suddenly, they heard a faint rumble that sounded something like the engines of a mothership. Jack looked back up to Teal'c and Daniel. Teal'c spoke. "I see nothing O'Neill."

Then the ground began to shake violently. "Back to the gate," yelled Jack. He and Sam turned to climb back up the slope, but the tremors were causing the loose shale to slide. It made it like trying to walk on glass. He heard Sam cry out "Colonel", but as he turned to reach for her, she lost her footing and went tumbling down the hill, rolling over and over in an avalanche of loose rock. Jack sat down and scooted after her. As he reached the bottom the tremors ceased. Running to her side, he dug her out of the rocks. She was unconscious, cuts and scratches were visible, but no broken bones or serious injuries he could find. "Teal'c, I need your help to carry her out. Daniel, keep watch." Less than 30 minutes after leaving the SGC they were stepping back through the horizon, with Sam in Jack's arms. The General has already alerted the medical team when he saw it was SG-1 returning so soon.

"Colonel, what happened out there?"

"Earthquake I think sir. The Major and I were on a steep hillside of loose shale. She got swept down the hill." Janet had Sam on a stretcher and was checking her over; then looked at the General and Colonel. "I don't think its serious sirs, but I need to get her to the infirmary and check her over thoroughly."

Very well. SG-1 get checked out and showered and we'll debrief in two, no make that three hours."

When Jack reached the infirmary, Janet was with Sam. He stepped though the curtain and saw that Janet had cut Sam's shirt and pants off of her. She jerked a sheet over Sam when she saw the Colonel. "Colonel, she's still unconscious. Please give us some privacy. Go shower then report back. I'll have a report for you and do your post mission exam then." When he lingered, she softened and added. "Sir, I think she's fine. She's in no immediate danger. I wouldn't send you away if I were concerned."

He smiled, "Thanks Janet. I'll be right back."

***

Fifteen minutes later he returned. Janet saw him walk in. "Colonel, she's conscious. She scratched and bruised, and has a mild concussion, but otherwise she's fine. I told her I had thrown you out. You can check on her now. 5 minutes; then, I want to do your exam."

He stepped into the cubicle, "Hey there."

"Hey yourself, sir," came the response.

"You scared us." He reached out and touched the side of the gurney, sliding one fingertip to touch her on the arm.

"Sorry. Thanks for hauling my butt out of there. I'm okay. Janet said just a little knock on the head."

Janet stepped in, "Colonel, I'm ready for you next door."

He stepped around into the cubicle and hopped up on the bed. Reaching for the hem of his T- shirt he pulled it over his head. "Ready Doc, but please be gentle," he joked. He asked about any injuries and listened to his heart and lungs. Then drew a blood sample. "Colonel, I'm concerned about the bluish discoloration of your lips. That can indicate a respiratory or circulatory problem. But the heart monitor shows no irregularities and your oxygen saturation is 99%. So I don't find anything there. Had you noticed this sir?"

"Yeah, didn't realize it was so noticeable though. I ate blue Jell-O last night. Guess it stained my lips." Jack covered very nicely.

Janet picked up her penlight and shined it in his eyes. "Open your mouth and say `ah' Colonel. Okay. Nothing there, but you must have had a lot of Jell-O—your tongue is sure blue too." She said grinning at the Colonel. "Okay, put your shirt back on and you can go."

"What about the Major?"

"I don't want her to be alone tonight—she still needs watching, but I know how she hates staying her. I'm going to take her home with me tonight. If she doing okay tomorrow, I'll put her on medical leave for a week. She doesn't need another blow to the head before she's recovered from this one."

***

90 minutes later they were settling in at Janet's house. "Sam, go up stairs to Cassie's room and take a nap. I'll wake you in an hour to check on you. I'm going to move Cassie to my bedroom tonight; then you and I can take the twin beds in her room. I'll be close by to check on you that way without disturbing her."

Sam woke from her nap and came down stairs to find Janet and Cassie cooking dinner. "Can I help?"

"Sure, sit there and talk to us," said Cassie. "Mom says you need to rest and we shouldn't tire you out."

"Cass, I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache."

After dinner, Cassie and Sam sat out in the porch swing and talked about Cassie's boyfriend. When Janet joined them she noticed that Sam kept blinking her eyes.

"Sam? Headache?"

She just nodded.

"It's getting late. Let's go in. I'll check you over, get you a pain pill, and you can go to bed."

"I'm not sleepy, but a pain pill and rest sound good."

***

Three hours later when Janet was ready for bed, she slipped quietly into the room trying not to wake Sam. "Janet, I'm awake and bored." Sam sat up and turned the light on. She swung herself around to sit cross-legged facing Janet.

Janet sat on the side of the other bed facing her. "Sam, I can't help but notice with that low cut tank top you're wearing—your breasts are blue. I had a closer look earlier when I examined you after your return from your mission, its not bruising. It's a dye of some kind. How in the world did that get there?"

Sam looked down at her blue breasts and chest and blushed. "Look Jan… I…I can't…"

"Sam let me save you from a lot side stepping questions. I know you're involved with someone. When I did your pap last month with your annual physical, there was semen in the smear I took." She waited for the truth to settle in. "You've been holding out on me girlfriend. I've got to tell you though; I'm concerned about you. You know about safe sex. I know you're on the pill, but it's obvious you aren't using a condom to prevent STD's. Do I have to give you the same lecture I gave Cassie?"

Sam looked like she was the seventeen year old who had just been caught. "Janet…he's safe. I'm not concerned about disease with him. The blue was from a game we were playing…its blue raspberry gelatin powder." She stopped and grinned. "I'm gonna kill him for this. I didn't know it would stain."

"Who is he, Sam. Give me the goods."

"Its…he's…just someone I met Janet."

"Just someone you met and you have no concerns about HIV or STD's? Come off it." She hesitated for a few seconds and drew in a deep breath before deciding to continue. "Sam…when I examined the Colonel today…he had the same blue stains on his lips and tongue. He said it was from eating blue Jell-O."

Sam jerked her head up to look at Janet, and just as quickly looked back down. Her hands in her lap had become very interesting. "Wow… that's sure a coincidence."

"Oh…and that's a load of bullshit Sam."

"Janet…he's my commanding officer and I'm his 2IC. That's where we have to leave it."

Janet moved to sit beside Sam when she saw a single tear slide on her cheek. She hugged her friend tightly. "Oh honey, I hope you know what you're doing. I want you to be happy. God knows you deserve a little happiness. Just please be careful. I'm here if you need me."

Sam hugged her back. "Janet, please listen carefully to what I have to say, and remember it. I just have to say that there can be no relationship between the Colonel and I because we are officers in the same chain of command. To engage in such a relationship would be in direct violation of the fraternizations regulations."

"Okay, try to go to sleep now." Janet knew what Sam was doing. She was giving Janet the Air Force response—not really denying the relationship, but stating the rules in regards to the possibility of such a relationship. She was effectively giving Janet an "out" if she and Jack were ever caught, and Janet was charged with knowing about their relationship and not reporting it, Janet could simply feed them back the line that Sam had fed her when questioned on the subject.

***

The next morning Janet drove her back to the SGC to check her out thoroughly. She finished her exam and went to her office for a few minutes before returning to talk with Sam. "Okay. You're good to go. You'll probably have some headaches, but I'm putting you on leave for a week. The General has put your team on stand-down. Go home and rest."

Later that evening, Jack stopped by her house and brought dinner. They sat together on the couch watching TV. A travel agency commercial showed beautiful scenes of beaches in Jamaica. "Sam…what would you say to a vacation in Jamaica?"

"I would love it, but I'd want you along…and we can't go together without fueling the rumor mill."

He kissed her on top of the head. "I've got a plan. You hop a military transport to DC on the pretense of seeing old friends. I'll hitch a flight to Minnesota to go to the cabin. Then we each grab a commercial flight and meet in Atlanta…from there, we're almost on the beach with a drink in hand."

"You're serious, aren't you?" She grinned widely beginning to realize the possibility.

"Yeah, I've got a friend with a vacation place near Negril. I'm sure we can use it. What do you say?"

"I say, I'll call Janet and tell her I'm leaving town…and then I'm packing."

***

Twenty-four hours later, they were walking through the door of the beach house. She walked through the house and out onto the deck. It was better than a travel poster. Fine white sand that stretched out forever, turquoise water, gently breezes with swaying palms, and the sweet fragrance of flowers assaulting your senses, while the faint beat of steel drums could be heard in the distance. She ran down the steps and across the sand, stretching out her arms and spinning in circles so the full skirt of her sundress stood out around her. She ran into the surf and stood transfixed as she watched the waves gently roll in.

Jack watched her as she left the deck. Sometimes he found it hard to believe that this beautiful and gentle creature he was now watching was the same woman as the battle scarred warrior who was his 2IC. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her to him. "A penny for them."

She turned and looked at him with a tear in her eye and just shook her head. "I can't describe it…I feel so free."

"Jess had the house stocked for us. So food and drink is there, we don't have to go into town today if we don't want to. We have almost a full mile of private beach. It ends at the cliffs, but the only access is from the house or by boat."

"So are you saying we're all alone?"

"Afraid so. You're stuck with only me."

Sam grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her. "I hope you survive three days alone with me." Then she kissed him lightly, biting his lower lip between her teeth and pulling gently before releasing him and stepping back. She reached down of the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head and threw it up on the beach. Standing before him in only a lacy thong, she winked before turning and running into the surf. She dived into a wave and swam out from the beach. Stopping she looked back at Jack, "Well?" He quickly shed his khaki's and pulled his T-shirt over his head; then chased her into the water.

Soon they were lying together in the surf, lips and arms locked in embrace as Jack nibbled her neck and throat. "Jack, have you ever made love in the surf?"

"Nope, but there's a first time for everything."

"Jack, if you haven't—its not what it's cracked up to be."

He continued on his quest to kiss every inch of her neck. "I haven't, but by your comment I take it you have and didn't like it for some reason."

"Well, let's just say that in a past life I had the opportunity to learn more about it, and its not like that idyllic scene in "From Here to Eternity". You know how you hate it when you get sand in your clothes and skin folds, and you can't wait for a shower, but even after a shower the sand is still there... Well, now imagine that gritty sand ending up in your vagina…if you had one."

"Eeew! Not a happy thought." Jack scrunched up his face.

Kissing him, then getting to her feet, she reached down for his hand. "Come on let's get showered and find a better place."

***

Later that night Jack stood in the open door watching Sam on the deck. She was in the lounger. He had many fantasies about seeing Samantha Carter in a tiny black bikini—now it was realty. The top was brief, but tastefully covered her firm round breasts. A tiny gold chain connected the cups of the bra together and complimented the golden glow of her hair while accentuating her cleavage. Her body amazed him. He knew her strength, yet it wasn't the body of a muscle bound Amazon. The muscles in the upper arms were visible when she flexed. She had a to-die-for abdomen with a tight six-pack clearly visible. Her legs were the most muscular. Strong calves and thighs, but such beautiful shape that she could have been the model used for any of the great works of art from antiquity. So strong…so perfect…so feminine.

"What are you doing?" She asked drawing him out of his daydream.

"Watching you…I can do that here without worrying about getting caught. You wanna go to town and check out the nightlife?"

She stood up and picked up her sheer wrap skirt, tying it low around her hips she walked over to him. "Sounds good. Just let me change."

"Nah, go as you are. This is a very laid back place. We'll take Jess's truck."

In town, they walked through some of the open-air markets. Jack bought her a shell necklace. It was getting dark as they continued down the street toward the sound of a band playing reggae. They found it coming from a local bar and restaurant. A crowd had gathered outside. People were listening to the music and dancing.

They joined the crowd. Sam seemed mesmerized by the music. Jack watched as her body began moving to the beat. Her breasts bouncing as she moved. Her waist curving as she swayed her hips to the beat. `When did it get hotter out here.' She turned and smiled, stepping toward him and dancing for him. He felt a pang in his groin. She stepped up against him barely grazing his body with hers as she danced. He felt his penis spring to life at her light touch.

"Dance with me," she said kissing him lightly on the chin.

He shook his head. "Nah, we need to sit down." Good thing his shirttail was long and he had worn it out instead of tucking it in.

She put her hands on his shoulders and brushed up against him again swaying her hips. "Ah, come on. I want to dance." As she stepped a little closer she felt his rock hard erection through his loose fitting shorts. She grinned up at him.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "If you don't stop that and sit down, I'm gonna fuck you right here."

An evil grin spread across her face. As she turned to walk to a table she let her hand brush against the front of his pants. She giggled as she heard his sharp intake of breath.

Settling in at the table, his blood pressure (and other things) began to return to normal. As the evening progressed, they had some appetizers, talked with other vacationers and with the locals, and just sat together listening to the music. About midnight some of the college kids who were there on break started a challenging everyone to do body shots. Each participant could choose where to place the salt, tequila and lime on their partner. Sam and Jack watched as the licked and slurped their way over each others bodies.

Suddenly, Sam jumped up and grabbed his hand. "Come on…our turn."

"What…you gonna show how the older generation does it."

"Not nice Jack. Now come on." She walked over to the bar. "Me first," she said hopping up on the bar and lying down.

They handed Jack the saltshaker. He grinned and leaned down licking between her breasts to moisten the skin so the salt would stick. A roar went up from the kids standing around. He kissed her lips and sucked her tongue out between them; then breaking away, placed the lime wedge in between her lips. The tequila he poured in her navel. The crowd started the steady clapping—he was ready. Leaning down, he kissed the hollow at the base of her neck; then began licking his way slowly over the swell of her breasts. First the right, then the left. He swept his tongue through her cleavage as far as the bikini top would allow; then he moved to the bottom of the bikini top and continued his path downward, making sure not one grain of salt was left as his tongue lapped at her salty skin. Sam squirmed slightly. "Don't spill my tequila," he warned. He stood and grinned at her, waggling his eyebrows; then leaned to slurp the tequila from her navel. He swirled his tongue, dipping into her navel to get the last bit. Finally, he moved to the lime, being sure he opened his mouth to cover it so that his lips came in contact with hers for a long kiss. When he raised his head the lime was in his teeth. The crowd roared for him.

He picked Sam up and swung her around kissing her. Sitting her down, he lifted himself onto the bar, lying down on his back. Sam unbuttoned his shirt and spread it open, lightly tracing her nails through the coarse hair of his chest. She reached for the button of his khaki shorts, but he reached up and grasped her wrists sending a questioning glance her way. "Trust me," she smiled as she undid the button and slid the band of his shorts and underwear so they were resting very low on his hips. Moistening his lower abdomen with two finders she had dipped into the shot of tequila, she took the salt and sprinkled it over skin above his waistband--taking time to grin evilly at him. Taking the lime, she put it in his mouth. He gripped it with his teeth, but she shook her head and pulled his chin down, opening his mouth to lay the wedge on his tongue. Then the tequila was poured in his navel. The claps and yells began as the crowd encouraged her. She climbed up on the bar and knelt between his knees. Leaning over, she paused with her face and chest just above the fly of his pants, taking a moment she glanced up at his face and licked her lips. He felt his crotch jump. She lowered her lips to the salty skin and began to lick.

Her tongue was like hot lava melting over his lower abdomen. The fire it set deep in his belly would not easily be calmed this time. Finishing the salt, she licked up the center of his belly to his navel and covered it with her hot, wet mouth, sucking both skin and liquid into her mouth. She thrust her tongue in and out of his navel, and felt his groin respond in kind, his erection now pounding against her breast. Walking her hands forward on the bar, she lay her body against his, pressing into him as she claimed his lips and swept her tongue deep into his mouth to retrieve the lime and hold it between her teeth. The onlookers cheered. Slowly she sat up and moved to straddle his hips. With ragged breath, they stared into each other's eyes, both flushed with arousal. His erection pressed against the opening of her hot core, with only the thin fabric of their clothing between them. She rotated her hips ever so slightly as he gently thrust upwards. The temptation to do this...right here…right in front of the crowd…was over powering. She threw her head back and arched forward. The crowd began to chant. Looking back into his eyes she saw a dark fire dancing there that reflected the passion and lust burning deep within her. She let her head fall back again and closed her eyes. `Control...she had to regain some control.'

Opening her eyes, she looked down at him, "Jack, we really don't want to do this with an audience do we? He reached up and took her hand, but didn't speak. She forced herself to move, rising to her knees then hopping over him and off the side of the bar to the floor. A moan went up from the crowd. They had been ready for the scene to play out.

Jack sat up and jumped to the ground, taking Sam's hand he shouted goodnight to the crowd and pulled her off down the street toward the truck. It was parked on a dark, deserted side street. As they neared it, Jack grabbed her in an embrace and dipped her kissing her with all the pent up passion from the last hour's activities. In the moonlight he could see the lust still burning in her deep blue eyes. He pressed her body against the fender of the truck and ground himself into her. Reaching down she cupped him through his clothes. He moved his hand down and slid the zipper on his still unbuttoned pants, taking his hard penis in his hand; he spread her legs while she moved the crotch of her bikini aside. Guiding his erection to her opening, he slid home. He thought he was going to fall from the sheer agony of the sensation. She wrapped her arms and legs around him drawing him in. Soon their flames melted into one, their souls combusting as moans and gasps spewed forth from the ensuing eruption.

***

It was 1000 hours when Sam woke to find herself alone in the big bed of the master suite. The doors to the balcony were open and the breeze blew the floor to ceiling sheer white drapes and carried in the scent of the sea and of the bougainvilleas growing outside.

She stretched and rolled over burying her face in his pillow. How she loved the scent of this man. She got up and walked naked out onto the balcony to look for Jack. Not seeing him she decided to shower before going down. As she stood in the shower, a hand reached through the curtain and spatted her playfully on the ass.

"Let's move it in there. We've got plans for today. I booked us on a sail and snorkel cruise. It leaves in 90 minutes."

When she stepped out of the shower, Jack was standing there holding her towel and wearing an eye patch. "You know this area is famous for it's pirates. One of them was Calico Jack." He turned his profile to her and stuck his chin out; then faced her and made his best pirate snarl. "Aargh! What do you think? Am I pirate material?"

"Well…you're definite a dark and mysterious man," she said as she kissed him on the nose.

"Ya know. Calico Jack was well none for his conquests of women."

Sam was toweling off. "From what I've read, I understand he especially liked threesomes."

He waggled his eyebrows. "He evidently had never met anyone like you or one woman would have been more that enough."

She stopped and looked at him. "And what does that mean?"

"It's just that you surprised me. I thought I knew you well from working with you, but I knew Major Carter, not Samantha Carter. I really like Major Carter, but I LOVE Sam Carter." He paused as if deciding whether or not to continue. "It's just that I never expected you to be so sexually uninhibited…especially after all the problems we had getting together initially. Now I'm not complaining I hope you know."

She gave him another version of her evil grin. "Jack, there's still a lot you don't know about me."

"And the discovery is going to be so much fun. But…come on. As much as I would really like to continue this discussion, for now we better get a move on."

***

They returned from their cruise around 1800 hours. They ran home long enough to shower and change; then returned to town for dinner with a couple they had met on the cruise. Finally, at midnight they were back at the beach house. Jack kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed, poking the pillows behind him and leaning back on the headboard.

Sam walked into the room and handed him a cold beer. Leaning to kiss him on the top of the head she said with a hint of promise in her voice, "Stay where you are. I'll be right back." He was tingling with anticipation as she switched off the bedroom light and left the room. "Whatever she had planned, he knew it would be good!'

She opened the patio doors and pulled the sheer drapes closed before leaving the room. She had made plans for this when she found a box of old CD's under the entertainment center in the game room. She popped the chosen CD into the system, set the sound system to play in the master bedroom and balcony and took the remote control with her. She exited the house and made her way around to the balcony stairs. There she switched on the floodlights that she had directed toward the patio door of the balcony.

Jack was suddenly aware of white light bathing the balcony and the light reflected by the curtains. Music began to play.

`Baby take off your coat
Real slow'

A shadow appeared on the other side of the curtains. It was Sam. The lighting cast a larger-than-life silhouette of her on the white sheers. He watched in awe as she began to seductively dance to the music. Stepping...swaying…arching. She pulled off the light sweater she had been wearing over her blouse and tossed it aside. She raised her arms above her head and began to slowly caress a path back down her body as she twisted and swayed.

Jack slid down to sit on the foot of the bed and watch. His throat suddenly parched, he took a big swig of his beer.

`Take off your shoes
I'll take your shoes'

A leg appeared through the curtains. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it slowly upwards until she was almost to her hip; she kicked her leg up flipping her shoe off and into the room. She walked sexily toward him and propped the other foot up on his knee.

Saying nothing he put his hands on her ankle. He slid his hand on up the back of her calf and up high under her skirt at the back of her thigh. She lifted her leg and he used his other hand to slip her shoe off. Turning, she strutted back outside the curtain. Stopping to pick up the straw hat Jack had been wearing all day and put it on her head.

`Baby take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on'

The music and sensual dance continued. Jack had no idea his Sam could move like that. She stepped back into the room to unbutton her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She danced before him in a thong and a low cut front button cotton camisole with tiny spaghetti straps. Crossing the room, she turned on the bedside lamps and retreated to the open area in front of the balcony doors.

`Go on over there
Turn on the light
All the lights
Come over here
Stand on that chair
Yes that's right
Raise your arms in the air
Now shake 'em'

Sam dragged a chair to her and began to use it as a prop…first sitting straddling the seat and facing the back; then turning around and sliding down to stretch her body full length as she arched her back and threw her head back. She stood again shaking her shoulders and breasts as she leaned into his face. A devilish grin lit her face.

Jack had always like Joe Cocker, but now he loved this song.

`You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live'

`Sweet Darling
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Baby
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on'

Sam began unbuttoning the camisole, giving Jack brief glimpses of what lay beneath. Spinning around so her back was to him, she let it slide down her arms; then looking over her shoulder, she flung it into his face.

Jack caught it and held it to his face. It had the sweet smell of her shower gel and the sexy odor that was uniquely hers.

With her back still to him, she picked up a chenille throw that was lying on another chair and draped it round her like a stole covering her from shoulder to thigh. Soon her thong dropped around her ankles. Picking it up, she tossed it and it caught—hanging on a blade of the ceiling fan above the bed.

Still dancing, swaying hips from side to side, she let the chenille throw rise up or fall down from time to time revealing delectable bits of skin.

Suspicious minds are talkin'
They're tryin' to tear us apart
They don't believe in this love of mine
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
I know what love is

Sam walked up to him and leaned down without touching him or letting him touch her. She took his lips in a deep kiss, parting them to slide her tongue in as sweep it across the roof of his mouth.

She turned back to the balcony and let the throw slide from her back, just as she reached the curtain she dropped it and ran out onto the balcony. This time he followed. She was standing naked with her back to him. Sam was still swaying to the music as he wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping a breast and the other going to the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs. She turned in his arms and they kissed. He picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom as the song finished.

`There ain't no way
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Give me the reason to live
You can leave your hat on'

Her hair was tousled, her skin warm and flushed, and she panted through her slightly parted lips. He rested his strong hands on her hips, stroking with his fingers and reveling in the feel of the smooth skin beneath. Her firm, round breasts rose and fell with anticipation. "God, Sam…you're beautiful," he told her. Reaching out, he caressed her breasts, pleased with his ability to excite her as her rosy pink nipples hardened and puckered. Jack watched her eyes drifted shut and a dreamy expression filled her face as she leaned into his caress. `God, this wasn't fair…how could he choose--her sweet mouth or her enticing breasts!'

Sam made the decision for him as her hand drifted up to the nape of his neck as she leaned closer to him, her breasts just brushing his chest. Jack felt her warm breath on his face, and shivers ran down his spine as she brushed her mouth with his. She teased with lips and tongue until Jack ended it by taking her in a ravenous kiss.

He moaned as she stepped away to lower herself onto the bed. He was entranced by the vision of her naked before him. She arched her back, pushing her breasts upwards and flexed her knees as she spread her thighs and raised her arms to him in invitation. "Jack," she whispered in a low sensual voice that sent a surge of lust through his body and straight to his already attentive groin.

He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants over his hips to pool on the floor. Her eyes were fixed on his rock hard penis, her appreciation clearly visible. She shifted her gaze to his eyes and in a pleading voice asked, "Jack, please…"

He moved to the bed and covered her body with his. She squirmed beneath him readjusting to cradle him between her thighs, a loan moan escaping her lips as his erection brushed against her wet folds. Relaxing, he propped on his elbows and looked down at her. Slowly, and lightly he began caressing every inch of her exposed flesh. Sam raked her nails lightly down his back as shivers of anticipation skimmed over both their bodies like a light electrical charge. He leaned his head to kiss her breast; then sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, pulling it deep between his lips and swirling it with his tongue. He could feel her response to the overload of sensation as he released one nipple and moved to the other. She bucked and ground her pelvis against him in response, almost overwhelming him. "Whoa babe," came his response.

She adjusted the angle of her hips, bringing her knees up even further towards her chest, so that she was totally open to him. Positioning his penis at her opening, she rocked her hips, the feel of her hot swollen flesh against his rigid length tore at his control. As he pushed forward he found her moist and pliable. Jack moaned, sliding his arms beneath her back to cup her shoulders and thrust deep into her silky depths. Jack heard her soft cry, "Oh god, Jack," she moaned, wrapping her long legs around his waist. He buried his face in her neck began moving against her in a steady rhythm; each stroke pulling almost all the way out of her slick channel before thrusting back in so deep that he was bottoming out on her cervix. She contracted her pelvic muscles and moved with him, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. With a moan and a whimper her body was wracked with tremors as she came in his arms. He stilled and held her, caressing her body until the waves had subsided. She wiggled beneath him as he reached a hand under her hips to adjust the angle of her body and began thrusting heavily into her. She encouraged him with whispered words as he pounded into her, stroking his back, before sliding her hands down to cup his hips urging him into her. She lifted her knees higher allowing him to press deeper and deeper into her willing body until his orgasm ripped through him. Jack thrust deep one last time as his seed poured into her in one endless moment as he was enveloped by the flames that burned deep into his body and soul.

Sam softly called his name, "Jack."

His lust darkened eyes opened and stared into hers. "I love you." He lowered his lips to take hers in a sweet gentle kiss. " I love you too, Sam."

After several minutes he started to roll off her, but she kept her arms and legs tightly around him. "Stay…I want to sleep joined with you." She stroked his back in long loving movements. He laid his head back on her chest, but soon she squirmed under him almost causing him to slip out of her. "Sam, honey I'm too heavy for you. I should move."

Her sad expression gave him another idea. "Hold on tight," he said as he rolled them so that he was now on his back with her on his chest, and he was still inside her snug warm channel.

"Thank you," came a whispered reply moments before sleep claimed them both.

***

Something disturbed Sam's sleep. She slowly became aware of arms wrapped tightly around her and the memory of falling asleep on Jack with his flaccid penis still within her. He squirmed and she looked up to find him still asleep—probably dreaming by the rapid movement of his eyelids. She glanced at the clock. 0600 hours and their last day in Jamaica.

She kissed his chest and lightly traced patterns around his nipples with her nails, watching, as they grew hard beneath her touch. She realized her actions had stirred another beast as she felt his penis twitch to life inside her vagina. This was something she had always wanted to experience, but never had the opportunity. "Oh god!" She gasped at the sensation as he stretched and grew inside her instantly arousing her too. Even though it wasn't visible to her, she thought he felt bigger than usual, perhaps early morning hard-ons were the most…promising for Jack. He certainly was not lacking in size at any time of the day, but this was…breathtaking. She closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips, as she was lost in the sensation as he grew to fill every inch of her.

Jack softly called her name, "Sam."

Her lids slowly fluttered open and she gazed up at him, her eyes dark pools of desire. The look was not lost on him. Jack felt a fresh surge of lust and desire run straight down to his groin, hardening him even more.

Sam sat up straddling his hips and arched her back slightly, thrusting her breasts forwards and gazing down at him; her eyelids open only a slit as passion weighted them. "Jack," she moaned his name.

A quake ran though his body as he responded to the desire he heard in her raspy, trembling voice, and Jack began fondling her breasts. She began to rock her pelvis on his penis. His hips jerked spasmodically in instantaneous response and he fought back the urge to just thrust into her soft depths immediately.

Sitting up, he took her rosy nipple in his teeth and bit it softly; then released it grazing it with his teeth as he did so. She sucked in her breath and grabbed his head, moving it back to her breast. He took the other nipple and suckled deeply while stroking her lower belly and thighs with his fingers.

Sam's hips start more urgently against him, using her legs to bob up and down on his burning shaft. A low growl rose in Jack's throat as he languished helplessly in the onslaught of sensation and began to thrust heavily into her impatiently waiting body.

"Jack, please..." Sam urged again, her voice pleading this time. Jack slipped his right hand in a caress down her chest, across her flat belly and finally to her soft feminine core. He fought for control…he wanted her to come with him.

"Oh, Jack...." Satisfaction lit his face when he heard her soft whimper as he stroked through her tender nub. "Yes, Jack!" she urged him on, gasping and trembling even more as he expertly stroked her; her head flew back as he continued his deep, upwards thrusts in time with his manipulation of her clit.

It didn't take long for her to succumb to his dual assault, collapsing on his chest, her soft cries of pleasure sounding in his ear as he began convulsing beneath her.

They lay quiet and motionless for minutes, her hands under his back loosely gripping his shoulders, his right hand between their joined bodies and his left hand cupping her butt.

He kissed the side of her neck where her face was buried in his shoulder. "God, I love you," he whispered as he her kissed again. Receiving no response he brushed her hair back from the side of her face. "Sam, are you okay?"

She giggled, "I am sooo much more than okay." Another couple of minutes of silence passed. He heard her let out a long sigh, then another. Feeling something hot and wet drip on his neck and hearing a soft sob, he lifted her so he could see her face. A tear dripped from her cheek to his. "Sam, baby…what's wrong?"

"Jack, I don't want to go home today. I can't give this up. It's been so nice…no worries about who will see us touching or looking at it other. I want this Jack...I want this so bad it hurts."

"Are you ready to go public? Just say the word and I'll talk with George and retire again."

"No Jack. Not yet. It's not that I don't want people to know about us; it's just that we are both still needed. I don't want to go on missions without you. Unfortunately, we are both still needed and we are bound by duty." She kissed him gently on the lips. "Sorry, I guess I just had a weak moment…I can wait a little longer." "One year, Sam. That's it, okay? We give it one year. If things haven't changed, I retire and you can probably take over SG-1 or take a civilian consultant job on base. I think its time we start thinking about planning our future."

She smiled down at him and rested her forehead on his. "I'm going to hold you to that."

"Yeah…sure…you betch ya!"

***

Part 4 of the Movie Series "Eyes Wide Shut" coming soon!