Title: Retired

Author: Malinne

Email: malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete

Rating: future; NC-17 graphic sex, PWP

Summary: The Colonel retires from the Air Force to pursue other interests.

Spoilers: None, small reference to Beneath the Surface

Classification: Sam & Jack.

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

Jack O'Neill leaned against the elevator wall as the floors flashed by…19…20…21. He glanced down at his name badge: Colonel Jack O'Neill, USAF, Retired, Special Consultant – SGC. It was a new nametag and a new role. One week ago he officially retired from the USAF. Now he was free—free to be his own boss…no more orders from generals, the Pentagon or presidents, and he was free to see whom ever he wanted socially. That's what had brought him to the SGC today. He was looking for a certain Major, who (although off-duty today) was working in her lab. Two days ago they had officially gone out together for the first time. Well, she had met him on her way home from the SGC. No team, no friends, no frat regs—just Sam and Jack. It had been strange…neither seemed to know how to behave. They had gone to Murphy's, a small Irish pub not far from his house. They had talked and had a few beers; then played a game of darts (he won), and shot some pool (she wiped the floor up with him). As they left he walked her to her car, where they shared an awkward, but very promising kiss, as she pressed her body firmly into his and ground slightly against him: then quickly retreated into her car and drove away. Today he wanted to take her to lunch. When he couldn't find her at home, he'd called the SGC and learned she had signed in there. So here he was, hoping she wouldn't be upset with him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as the elevator stopped. He strolled out the door and down the hall to the lab door he knew so well. She was there, staring into the open panel of some alien device. She didn't see him enter. He walked up to her desk and was about to pick up a strange little flashing doohickey. As he stretched out his arm reaching for it he heard her voice.

"Don't touch that, Sir."

"Ahh, Carter. How'd you know?"

She turned to face him and flashed him a grin that warmed his heart all the way into his shorts. "After years of you poking around in my lab…I've kinda got this over-developed sense of self-preservation that knows when you're around, Sir."

"Sam, drop the Sir. I'm Jack now."

She walked to stand in front of him and gave him a playful peck on the cheek. "Hi, Jack. What ya doin here?"

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. "This." He took her lips in a light, sweet kiss. Sam wrapped her fingers behind his head and pulled his face tighter to hers, tracing his lips with her tongue and asking for entry. He parted his lips and met her tongue with his. They suddenly broke apart when they heard footsteps outside her office door. They both glanced shyly at their feet; then, looked back up at each other.

"So…" said Jack. "This is supposed to be your day off. Leave now and come have lunch with me." Thinking she was about to turn him down, he quickly added, "Please."

Sam smiled and nodded her head. "Give me a few minutes to finish up. Why don't you go visit and I'll meet you topside in 20 minutes."

***

When she emerged into the early afternoon sun, Sam saw Jack leaned back against his pick-up truck waiting for her. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door, taking her by the arm and assisting her into the cab. He circled to his side of the truck and hopped inside. Soon they were headed down the mountain toward Colorado Springs.

"So…any preference on where we eat lunch? Your pick, Sam."

She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder; then slid it slowly down his arm. "I'd rather go to your place. That's okay with you, isn't it?"

He suddenly felt jittery and nervous. Was she coming on to him or did she really just want to sit and eat lunch quietly at his house. "Yeah… sure you betcha. But we may have to order out…I still haven't gotten to the store. I can't get used to the fact that I'm going to be on- world for all my meals now."

Her hand dropped to his thigh and squeezed gently. "That's okay Jack. I really don't feel like eating anyway."

Klaxons were going off in his brain and he could hear the announcement, `Attention please, unscheduled below the waist activation'. He wiggled his hips slightly, but only served to draw her attention to the bulge that was now so close to her hand. She was staring into his face, a devilish grin lighting her eyes as a deep laugh escaped her lips.

***

Jack unlocked the front door and, placing his hand on the small of her back, ushered her into the house. He tossed his keys on the table in the entryway and turned to take her jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. "Want something to drink? And I can put in a call for carryout if you like?"

"Just something to drink…diet soda maybe. I'll be right back…I'm going to use your bathroom."

***

When Sam returned, Jack was kneeling in front of the fireplace, having just lit the fire. Seeing the glow of the firelight on his features brought back long hidden memories of a time years ago on the ice planet. She kicked off her shoes and walked over to sit on some of the pillows beside him. He sat back next to her after closing the grate. Sam reached over and took his hand. Jack chuckled, "Sam, as well as I know you…I can't believe this feels so awkward."

"That's because you know me as Major Carter…not Sam. So, let's get to know Sam and Jack. Just relax and let it happen."

He chuckled nervously again, "That's supposed to be my line." Jack rose up on his knees and leaned over sliding a hand behind her neck and lowering his lips to hers. Sam's hand on his chest moved to his back, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened and stirred a sense of need and urgency. Lips parted and tongues slid from mouth to mouth… touching, tasting and exploring.

Sam fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt. Quickly undoing them, she slid her hands up his firm abdomen and across the smattering of hair on his chest until she reached his shoulders, pushing his shirt down his arms and off into the floor. Sam broke the kiss and Jack helped her pull her sweater over her head.

Jack leaned forward, pushing her back into the pillows that covered the floor. He took her lips again in a hot, passionate kiss; his hands sliding across her body as his heat and desire grew. His lips trailed to her jaw, where he kissed and nipped before moving on to her ear lobe.

As his lips trailed down her throat, she pushed him over and onto his back. Sam kissed his lips, sucking the lower lip into her mouth and tugging on it slightly, before releasing it and trailing kisses down his neck to his chest. His chest was firm with soft gray hair. Her fingertips danced through the hair until she found his nipples and began to rub them between her fingers.

Jack reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting her full breasts swing free above him. He flicked out his tongue and caught one nipple as it swung past. His hot wet tongue lathed the area before he sucked the nipple into his mouth. Sam arched at the touch, pushing her breasts to him in offering. A hand rose and nimble fingers touched the nipple of her other breast, gently rolling it until it was a hard rosy bud.

Sam pulled herself free and resumed her journey down his chest, kissing and licking until she reached the waist of his pants. She opened his belt and zipper; then spread the fly and lowered her face to nuzzle the bulging fabric exposed there.

Jack pulled her back to his face and rolled her. His hands moved to her waist and were joined by hers, quickly unfastening and removing her slacks and underwear. Kneeling beside her, Jack slid his own jeans and shorts over his hips and off. Returning to take her mouth with his, a hand trailed down her body and stopped at the crop of curls to gently caress, before a finger entered the top of her warm moist slit and found her tender bud. Sam's back arched in response and she parted her thighs giving him easy access.

Grinning at the moan he had elicited, he moved his hand, slipping his middle finger into her warm, wet channel while using his thumb to massage her clit. She lay motionless before him except for the rocking motion of her pelvis against his hand.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand. He stood and reached for a box on the mantle. Settling back beside her, he tore open the foil packet and rolled the condom onto his rock hard cock.

Sam looked up at him where he knelt between her ankles. She lifted her knees and spread herself wide to him in invitation. He moved, holding himself above her on both hands as he positioned his penis at her wet center. Sam dropped her hand to him and caressed his length; then grasped his cock and guided the tip home. He pushed slowly forward and into her hot depths.

Sam threw back her head, burying it in the pillows. "Fuck! This was so sweet." She whispered. Inch by inch, he both possessed and overwhelmed her as he took her. She nodded to him that she was okay and he began to rock his pelvis, the first few thrusts moving him still deeper into her. God…she had forgotten what it was like to be truly filled…it felt unlike anything else—anyone else, she could compare it to. No matter what she used when she masturbated to relieve the tension—it never felt as good as the hot, hard, living flesh pounding into her. And having him inside her was better than anything she could fantasized. He stretched and slid; teasing, torturing and tantalizing her mind and body with each movement.

Jack rose to his knees and lifted her legs one at a time, resting her ankles on top of his shoulders. He gripped the front of her thighs and lifted her slightly, resuming his deep rhythmic thrusts. The angle of the new postion was bringing him into better contact with her G-spot. She was so wet he slid easily in and out of her channel.

He slid her left leg from his right shoulder, resting it on the pillows. "Sam, roll with me as I move," he instructed her. He lifted his right leg and straddled her leg that was resting on the floor, rolling Sam to her side as he continued thrusting steadily into her. It seemed that each time he shifted their position he touched a new spot to stimulate and send her spiraling higher.

Finally, he withdrew and rolled her onto her stomach. "Sam, come up on your knees." She did as he asked and rested her head and shoulders on one of the pillows. He quickly thrust fully back into her and began pumping. Soon Sam's thighs were beginning to quiver, and the tingling warmth in her pelvis was spreading like wildfire. She knew she was close. Jack's breathing was getting ragged and his thrusts were not as controlled.

"Jack, face me. I want to look into your face when we come." He didn't speak, but simply withdrew and rolled her. Jack re-entered her and settled his weight. Sliding his hands under her buttocks he began to pound forcefully into her, regaining the momentum he had lost.

Sam lifted her knees higher, giving him deeper access. Soon she was writhing beneath him, her movements adding to the overload that both were experiencing. She trembled, so close to the edge…at yet still so far away. "Jack…I need a little more…help me."

He slid a hand between them and found her swollen clit. Pressing down on it, he trapped it between his finger and his thrusting cock. That was all Sam needed. She exploded around him, screaming her release into his shoulder. Every muscle in her body contracting, as wave after wave of orgasm tore threw her. Jack came too as her muscles slammed down tight on his engorged cock. He shook and quaked in her arms as he felt her muscle contractions milk him.

After several minutes he reached back between them and grasped the top of the condom securely, before rolling over. He headed down the hall to the bathroom and returned quickly after disposing of the condom. They lay quietly in each other's arms and watched the flames of the fireplace lick and caress the sticks of wood. Sam thought how this reminded her of their only other time together--the time Thera and Jonah had made love. Getting past that hadn't been easy for a Colonel and a Major, but now they didn't have to deny those needs.

Sam was the first to speak. "So, you want to give up retirement and come back to the SGC as my CO."

He grinned and kissed her, "Oh…Major, ain't no way in hell I'd give up my retirement benefits."

***