Title: RISKY BUSINESS 1/1

Author: Malinne

E-mail: malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Sam has trouble dealing with her emotions and urges after seeing Jack dancing in his underwear.

Classification: Sam & Jack romance

Spoilers: Season 7 after Homecoming. Maybe some minor spoilers for Fallen and Homecoming.

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.

Notes: My first ever fanfic. (And I had to start with NC-17…guess that shows where my mind was at 2 AM when I started writing this.) Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Please be gentle, but honest.

She drove down the street wondering if she was making a mistake. Someone had to talk to him. `But why me?' She re inventoried her thoughts. `He's been different lately. Acting the clown as always…but frequently verging on being a jackass. Sure, he's no saint and his humor has definitely been inappropriate before. Now I don't mean inappropriate in a sexual way, (Oh, how I sometimes wish!) But inappropriate in making light of situations that are anything but, or when political decorum would expect more of him. I mean, I couldn't believe how he clowned around with the Jaffa on Kelowna who were on the verge of smoking us with staff weapons; then, when they actually tried and failed…. (Somehow—as always—we managed to defeat greater odds), he was just as flippant. In the past, Daniel would have taken care of addressing this, but he's still getting his feet back under him. Teal'c is no good at this. He may make very pointed observations to the Colonel about his behavior, but beyond that—he'd never question him as to the reasons for his behavior. The three of us talked it over. They agree with me, but neither of them wanted to approach him. Tonight is movie night at the Colonel's house. Daniel and Teal'c suggested I show up early and unannounced. For some reason they thought he would be off-guard and more likely to talk if he wasn't aware I was coming. If he knew—he'd question my reason for coming early. Better he not have the opportunity to put up all his defenses in advance. So I pull into his driveway like the self- appointed sacrificial lamb that I am.'

Shutting off the engine, Sam took one last deep breath. `How hard can this be. Okay…okay. Trying to get the Colonel to talk can be like trying to convince the Goa'uld they aren't gods. But at least he doesn't have a ribbon device.'

Walking up the steps she heard music. And as she approached, she realized really loud music was coming from inside. As she stepped up on the deck, Sam gasped. She could see the Colonel. He was dancing in his dining room-- to Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock and Roll" and he was dressed only in a black T-shirt and black briefs. The vision before her eyes was like a replay of the scene from that 1980's Tom Cruise movie right down to the sunglasses the Colonel was wearing. He danced, gyrated, and slid around the hardwood floor and into the living room; then jumped on the couch…. all the time playing his invisible electric guitar.

Sam realized she wasn't breathing. Yeah…her heart was beating…Boy, was it beating. She slowly sucked in her breath and stood transfixed by the view. She knew the Colonel was fit. (Something deep in her center stirred at the site of the long strong, lean and very bare legs.). She tried to calm herself. I mean she'd seen him in his underwear before `Settle down Samantha! After all, SG-1 does share a locker room. And although the shower area isn't coed—our locker room is and we often dress for missions with all four members of the team present in the room. No one thinks anything about it. But, Holy Hannah! This is different."

Sam felt flushed. Suddenly embarrassed by watching. But she didn't stop—couldn't stop. The Colonel jumped from the couch to the middle of the coffee table. With his back turned toward the window he raised his arms over his head making the tail of the T-shirt rise up over his briefs. `Get a grip on yourself Carter. It's just his backside… his incredibly…firm looking, round, well-muscled backside. Oh, to be able to squeeze that ass!… Major Carter, that is your commanding officer! Shake it off. You can still do this. Just ring the bell and give him time to pull his pants on!'

But she couldn't move. Feelings she'd worked so hard to push down very deep for six years were trying to climb to the surface and take control. `But, damn it. Sam Carter was in control here!' She was struggling—just ready to step over to the door and allow herself a moment to recompose herself before ringing the bell, when the Colonel turned to face the window and began gyrating his hips in a circle; then, rapidly forward thrusting his pelvis to the music. Her throat went dry. Her heart drummed in her ears as though it had been transplanted to somewhere in her head—or no, feeling the deep throbbing low in her belly, maybe it was somewhere much lower on her anatomy. `Sam Carter you are in control…in control…. in control…in control…you are sooo NOT in control!" As the feeling of warmth and wet permeated her panties and the crotch of her jeans, she turned and retreated post-haste to her car. Jumping inside she started the engine, slammed the car into reverse; then shifted and peeled away in a quicksilver flash.

She pulled into a park a few blocks from Jack's house and got out of the car to walk. `Jesus Sam! You're an adult not an adolescent with raging hormones. Okay maybe only half true—I'm an adult. And God knows how I miss sex. It's been so long. My god…no one since Jonas. Waaaaaay too long. But casual sex just isn't my style. I outgrew that in late adolescence, but sometimes-- oh how I wish…'

Sam lowered herself to sit on a park bench. `But I'm an adult-- A major in the USAF. Unfortunately, the only person that makes me hot enough to jump them is out of my reach because he's my commanding officer.' Too restless to sit, she stood and walked to lean against a nearby tree. `And it's much more than just sexual attraction. I think I love this man.' She banged her head back against the tree trunk. `Right! I thought I loved Jonas too! He turned out to be a maniac with a god complex and penchant for back seat driving when it came to sex. His idea of a sweet afterglow was a slap on the ass as he climbed off me.'

Again she was walking. `But this man—Jack is so different. I've known him for six years. I've seen him at his best and his worst. He would never intentionally hurt me physically of emotionally. After all—all those alternate realities can't be wrong... can they? I want to find out. But damn the circumstances. He's my CO. I'm his 2IC. Shit, shit, shit!'

`Yeah, feeling sorry for yourself Carter. Tough shit! Life sucks sometimes! I'm an Air Force brat. I know the regs, but is the SGC really regular Air Force? No…Hell no! A whole different set of rules applies to just about everything there...everything except whom I can love. I mean look at SG-1—two officers, a civilian who formerly died and ascended to a higher state of being; then returned to human form, and a alien who was once our enemy and carried an enemy within (even during his first 5 years at the SGC). How can normal military rules apply to such an unusual special unit? Sometimes...I just think SCREW THE REGS! (My dad would die and take Selmac with him if he heard that.) Don't I have a right to have a life with the person I love? But that assumes he still cares about me. Even caring `more than he's supposed to' doesn't translate to loving me. So I guess I'm getting all hormonal and depressed over nothing. He doesn't talk and joke with me the way he used to do. Sure, he makes a lot more sarcastic jokes than he used to, but its almost like he's trying to hard to make light of the situation. If only...if only...If I knew for sure I'd really be tempted.'

Sam walked back to her car. `Enough. The guys will be there in 15 minutes. If I don't go back they'll come hunting me. I'll just have to tell them I got tied up at home and didn't get to the Colonel's in time to talk with him.'

When Sam returned to the Colonel's house Teal'c and Daniel were already there. She shut off the engine and closed her eyes to clear her mind. An image of her black clad commanding officer flashed through her mind. `Oh no, no. Don't go there again.' She got out of the car and walked to the door. Jack opened the door when she was half way up the path. "Bout time Carter. Shake a leg or you get KP tonight."

"That's okay Sir. You know I never mind helping out in the kitchen. Let me just get my jacket off."

"Nothin to do Carter. Pizza order has already been called in. Just grab a beer and take a load off." He said as he plopped down on the couch. Sam hung her jacket by the door and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to get a beer. Jack yelled, "Hey Carter. Bring me another would ya?" She reached in removing another for the pyramid of beer bottles he had neatly stacked lying on their sides.

Turning around she found Daniel standing right behind her. " Sam, what happened you were supposed to talk to him?"

"Umm...sorry. Something came up and I couldn't do it. (Yeah...my blood pressure.) Are you guys spending the night?"

No, I have to be back at the mountain at 0700 to help with translations that look like Goa'uld on an ancient tablet SG-11 brought back. Teal's going back with me in case he can help."

"Okay then. I'll do it tonight, after you guys are gone. I stay a while and help with clean up."

"For cryin out loud Carter, are you brewin that beer in there or what?", came a cry from the living room.

"Coming, Sir".

She handed Jack his beer as the doorbell rang. "Pizza's here." He yelled and stood up on the couch jumping over the arm. "I'll get the pizza. Daniel, why don't you load one of those movies you rented if everybody is ready."

"Okay. You want the one you…" A quick dirty look flashed from Jack silenced Daniel. Raising a finger to his lips Jack said, "Why don't we do the sci-fi movies first—Teal'c always likes them best."

Sam brought in 3 more beers and the pizza was spread on the coffee table. Teal'c and Daniel took the armchairs leaving her to sit on the couch with the Colonel.

Teal'c and Daniel had chosen the movies. First was "Alien" with Sigourney Weaver. The Colonel was silly throughout the movie— frequently scooting closer to Sam claiming to `be afraid of the big scary alien and needing Carter to protect him'. Sam shoved his shoulder jokingly, threatening to tell the General that he was incapacitated by his fear and unable to perform his duties. He over- reacted when she pushed, faking a fall across the arm of the couch, but he quickly set back up and settled in closer to Sam. Close, but not touching. The second movie was another sci-fi flick called "The Void" with that guy from "Highlander" and a what Jack and Daniel described as a really `hot-looking chick'. Jack moaned and groaned through every bedroom scene. Daniel was drooling and even re-wound the one scene showing a full view of the woman's bare back saying something about appreciation of feminine skin tone and musculature.

Sam was aware of Jack's hand on his outer thigh. He was gently moving his fingers—just enough the lightly graze her thigh. `Oh how I like the way that feels', she thought. When a shiver ran up through her body she shifted slightly away. `Oh, Carter don't get those ideas going again!'

Jack jumped up and climbed over the back of the couch. "I'm headed the kitchen anybody need a beer?" When he returned, he sat back close to Sam with his thigh lightly touching hers.

As the second movie ended Sam got up for a quick trip to the bathroom. When she returned, Jack had loaded the last movie and brought her a fresh beer. She sat back down on the couch cross-legged with her back to the arm and facing Jack. She froze as he un-paused the movie and it began. What she heard was Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock and Roll". Glancing out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom Cruise dancing erotically with a fireplace tool, dressed in shirt, socks and briefs. She spewed…. blowing beer directly into the side of the Colonel's face.

"Christ Carter! You're worse than we are." The Colonel shouted wiping his face. Sam thought she noted a faint grin that he was trying to cover. "I can't believe who ever rented this movie didn't have the courtesy to rewind it all the way."

Sam flushed with embarrassment, hardly able to speak. "Uh…. sorry sir, it's just…. well you see…"

"Quiet Carter, this is my favorite part of the movie."

When that scene was over Jack rewound the movie to the beginning and started it again. "Sorry…but I was sure you guys wouldn't mind. That's my favorite scene and I just had to see it first."

Sam fidgeted uncomfortably throughout the movie. She couldn't keep her eyes off Jack. And every time she glanced at him, she imagined him sitting beside her clad as he had been earlier in the day.

Jack too was aware something was going on. Sam swore she kept seeing him grin as he pressed the beer bottle to his lips. At one point, he turned with his back against the arm of the couch and extended his legs out until his sock feet were against Sam's thigh. `Was it her imagination or were the little massaging movements of his feet intentional?' Chancing a look at the Colonel, she found him staring at her. When her eyes met his he waggled his eyebrows and slowly turned back to the movie. Sam was flushed and the throb had returned to her pelvis. With a "Be right back" she excused her self and went to the restroom.

Closing the door, she splashed cold water in her face. `Samantha Carter, we have already been through this—get a grip girl! But he is flirting…. or I think he is. God he hasn't done that in so long. Is he flirting or is this more of his jackass clowning? (Oow, Jack's ass— looked soooo good.) Stop it—stop it!" Sam washed her face again and returned to the guys. This time she chose to sit on the floor in front of the couch—the less physical contact the better.

The movie was soon over. "Geez, Teal'c we better get back to the base, it's after 0100", said Daniel. They gathered their jackets and quickly prepared to depart. At the door Sam gave Teal's a quick peck on the cheek, and gather Daniel into her arms. It was so good to have him back. He whispered into her ear, "Now talk." She just nodded. Jack walked them to their car and Sam settle back in front of the couch on the floor.

When Jack came in, he went for another beer. Returning from the kitchen, he handed Sam a beer and stepped over the arm of the couch, settling down so he was seated behind her with a leg on either side. Leaning forward, which rubbed his chest against the back of Sam's head, he set his beer on the table, and placed his hands on Sam's shoulders. She tensed slightly. "Geez Carter, relax already. You've been as jumpy as a cat all night." He began to massage her shoulders thinking about the last time he told her she was tense. Orlin was a subject he didn't want to bring up with her. He was oddly jealous of the alien for the special bond that he had obviously formed with Sam.

Despite her efforts, Sam remained tense. Too many other things were occupying her mind. And his hands on her body were pushing the limit. "Sam." Jack leaned around so he could see her face. "Do you trust me?" She slowly nodded. "Yes, Sir. But I'm just not sure that this is such a good idea. We're alone in your house, its 0100hrs, and we've both had quite a bit to drink. If this ever got back to the SGC it would take us months to squelch the rumors." She had relaxed a little while speaking to him. He continued to knead her neck and shoulder muscles.

"We're not kids that can't control themselves. Nothing going to happen that we don't want to happen. So relax, Sam"

The use of her first name wasn't lost on her…nor was the effect it had on her to hear him speak it. "Right…nothing we don't want to happen. (Damn it!) That could really put us both up the proverbial creek and on our way to courts' martial. But this feels so nice." Sam sat quietly enjoying the feeling. `What could it hurt?'

"What was Daniel whispering about tonight?" He asked. "Nothing important." Came her response. "You mean none of my business." He concluded.

"Well… Sir." She paused trying to formulate her approach. "Now that you mention it—it is your business. We're concerned about you lately."

"What? Daniel's barely back and he's already resuming his role as the voice of my conscience. What have I done?"

"Jack….uh, Colonel, don't be like that. He's concerned about you—we all are."

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

She turned to face him—still sitting in front of him on the floor. He slid his hands around with her, keeping them on her shoulders and continuing to massage. "I'm concerned---er, we're concerned about your recent disregard for the gravity of some of the situations in which we have found ourselves. You keep playing around like that, and you're gonna get yourself hurt."

"Ah Carter, I've always been the clown. You know that."

"Yes, but I also know that what you've been doing lately is a whole lot more `out there' than you have ever been before. My god, Sir…I mean with those Jaffa on Kelowna you were taunting them. It was like `Here we are—just try to blow our asses off!'

"Sorry, Carter…. I would never want to see your cute little ass blown off." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

Carter grinned an answering but uneasy grin. "Sir, see what I mean. Why do you keep doing that?"

He dropped his eyes and slid his hands down her shoulders and grasped her hands in his. With eyes closed he sat there a moment then opened his eyes to stare into hers. "Straight shit? Do you really want to know? Cause if you do—you're gonna have to sit down and talk to me and not run away."

Sam had shuddered with his touch and closed her eyes until he began to speak. What she saw in his chocolate brown eyes when she opened hers was almost frightening. So open and honest…that definitely was not typical O'Neill either. She felt so unsure of herself or of how to continue when he finished speaking. `What was she getting herself into?'

"The honest truth, Sam—I care about your ass!" He began with another waggle of his eyebrows.

"Sir—You're still doing it…"

"Okay, then here it is, but don't get all flustered and run away from me because it's not what you want to hear… I miss you." The Colonel's eyes were open and staring directly into hers.

She heard her own words, but somewhere deep down a voice inside of her knew exactly what he was talking about…. she just couldn't put it into words—not to HIM. "Miss me, but I'm right here Sir. I see you almost everyday at work and we all get together socially at least once a week if we're on world. How can you miss me?"

"Sam"…. he spoke slowly as if trying to find just the right words— something O'Neill usually didn't worry too much about. "Sam, I miss the way we used to be. I miss your laughter. I keep trying-- too hard I guess, but you never laugh at my jokes. We don't talk when we're off world unless its mission related or the guys are with us. I want things to change. I never wanted to `leave it in the room'. That was your decision. I wanted to talk later when we had more privacy, but you shut us down then and there. And then you began distancing yourself from me. I thought at first that maybe you were just grieving for Martouf, but as time passed—you still didn't come around. I accepted that…. for as long as I could. You are the one with the brilliant career to look forward to. I'm the old soldier nearing the end of his service. I don't give a damn what the consequences are for me, but I do care about your career. And if career is more important to you than a chance for us—so be it.

He paused and looked at Sam who sat very silently in front of him. `Oh Christ. I've done it now', he thought. He took a deep breath and reached out to caress her cheek. Jack felt encouraged that she didn't withdraw from his touch. He squeezed her hand with his other and continued. "Sam, its like you've buried your feelings so deep that you've become afraid to even be my friend. I don't know if you're afraid others will misinterpret the warmth of friendship, or if you're afraid of letting down your guard. I don't know if you still care. Have we lost it? Did we smother it to death? I just know that I just don't care about the regs anymore. Goddamn it, I think we are both entitled to a little happiness after all we've been through." He reached up taking her face in both hands and tipped her face up to his. She looked so sad. `What the hell had he done? Whatever--he had to finish it.' Leaning forward…so close she could feel his breath on her face, he whispered. "Samantha Carter, I love you and I want you in my life." With that revelation he brushed his lips across hers, planting the lightest of kisses.

Nothing. No response. No kiss in return. No nothing. She slowly rose and walked to the mantle. She stood with her back to Jack, staring into the fire.

"Sam?" Jack questioned. "Hey, I'm dyin back here."

Becoming aware of the panic rising in him from her lack of response, she turned slowly to face him. He could she her chewing her lower lip and the glint of tears on her cheeks in the firelight. Jack jumped off the sofa and over to Sam, wrapping her in his arms. She stood motionless with her arms wrapped tightly around her chest. Then she place one hand on his chest and gently pushed him back. "Now", she said. "I talk."

"I didn't know you still cared. I thought I was the only one. But that doesn't change anything. You are still my commanding officer. And yes Jack. I am afraid. What if we put it all on the line, ruin one or both of our careers…and then; our relationship doesn't work? I used to think we just had to wait. That eventually we could be together and give it a try. But nothing changes. The war goes on. I just couldn't live that way anymore. I had to protect myself—and trying to distance myself from you was the best way to do it. So, I did it. Hell—whether you realize it our not, you were doing it too."

"But I can't deny that those feelings still exist. My god, how I want you. I came here earlier tonight to talk. But when I came up on your deck, I saw you dancing through the window. Just seeing you was enough to make me need a change of underwear. I so wanted to jump your bones. But a quick roll in bed isn't going to fix this for either of us. In fact it will probably just make things worse."

Jack took her hand. "I have to confess—I saw you outside my window. I called Daniel and asked him to pick up Risky Business at the video store. I don't know….I guess I was hoping that it would give you that final nudge to bring you to me."

Jack stepped closer. Their bodies now touching. "I won't deny how badly I want you in my bed. But I don't want a one-night stand or a short affair. I want you in my life. Sam, I don't want to push you. I'll take whatever I can get— if that's only your friendship, I'll learn to be satisfied with that. I just want you to think about the alternatives. Remember, I do have some friends in high places that might be able to help us. Or I can retire again."

"No You can't!…..We can't!" Her reaction was fast and firm. The tears she had struggled to hold back, now threatening to spill down her cheeks.

Wrapping his arms around her Jack said, "I won't push you tonight. Think about it. And promise me you'll talk to me about it again before our downtime is over. I'll call you a cab. I don't want you driving while your upset."

Sam shook her head. Her emotions once more controlled. "No, I can't leave my car outside your house all night without the guys here. It looks like we're…. well you know how it looks. I'll drive home. But Jack. I can't promise anything. I don't want to get your hopes up. Regardless of how we feel, I'm still your 2IC. The SGC…Earth needs you too much to lose you. You can't retire. I just don't know. Samantha Carter, the woman, knows what she feels and what she wants, but those aren't the same things as Major Carter wants."

She laughed a crazy little laugh. "I sound like I'm schizophrenic, don't I? But that's part of the problem. I've got my own two diverse sets of wants and needs, and then I have all those things left over from alien possessions. Sometimes I think I'm too screwed up to ever sort out what's real."

She picked up her jacket and car keys. " I have to go, Colonel."

Jack gently gripped her forearms. "I'll let you go, but not without a little something more to think about." He pulled her closer and lifted her chin, checking her eyes for any sign of refusal. Finding none, he kissed her lips.

Sam didn't fight the kiss. It was amazingly gentle. Not tentative, but just so light and warm. Their mouths moved together for several seconds before he began to trace the line of her lips with his tongue. Instinctively she responded, parting her lips to allow him entry. It was still so gentle. His tongue moved slowly and lightly examining the inside of her mouth, her teeth and finally her tongue. Jack fought back the urge to plunder her mouth. To do to it what he wanted to do to her body—but he didn't. He felt his groin stir, and Sam press closer as she felt his growing desire. He kissed her slowly, gently and sensually, finally stopping only because the demand to breathe was overwhelming. He pulled back only a couple of inches and stared into her eyes; then, planted another light kiss on her forehead.

Sam slid her arms from his shoulders, deliberately breaking the loose embrace in which he now held her. He was dragging her to the edge of her control. `It would be so easy…. too easy to….' "Sir, I have to go. Good night, Sir." And with that she was out the door.

Jack stood in the open door watching her walk to her car—hoping she would change her mind and stay. He stood and watched as she got into her car and drove away into the night. Panic was close. `What had he done. Had he pushed too much? Would she withdraw further from him? Or— God NO--Would she request a transfer off SG-1? Maybe he should have left things alone—at least she would have still been on his team. Maybe he should just resign. Soon his knees would force it, but he was still useful. And more important --he was there to watch her back as she watched his. He closed the door and headed upstairs to a sleepless night in bed.

Sam drove toward home unable to take her mind off the feel of his lips gently caressing hers. Closing her door behind her, she leaned back and slid to the floor. `What was she going to do? How could one kiss change everything?" But it had. It had the promise of everything she wanted. She had to think. She been through all the arguments a thousand times before…knew it all too well. Decision time had come. `What was important? No, correction. What was most important? Stupid question…Jack O'Neill! Could she live without him in her life? No…Hell NO! After all, they were already in violation of the regs just by caring about each other. Why not enjoy all the benefits? Was he worth the risk? Damn straight!' She stood up and looked in the mirror. " I love him and that's worth taking a chance." She said to her reflection. With that she picked up her car keys.

Jack lay in his bed unable to sleep. The sun was rising. He'd tried to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes she assaulted his senses. Her scent, feel, the sweetness of her mouth, the taste of her…. the feel of her body responding to his even though she willed it not to do so.

He lay on his back thinking about her and slowly slid an arm beneath the covers, his hand gently massaging himself through the soft fabric of his briefs. Suddenly, he yanked his hand out from beneath the covers. `Oh no, O'Neill you are so not going to do that while thinking about her. Just don't go there. It'll be real or nothing at all.' "Damn O'Neill!" He swore aloud at himself. "You're one sorry bastard." He got up and stomped to the kitchen for a beer. Taking a swig as he walked back to the living room, he found he had no taste for it in the early morning hours. Sitting it on the coffee table, he stretched out on the sofa.

The first rays of the dawn were beginning to streak the sky when Sam walked to his door and used the key he had given her for emergencies to enter his house. As she quietly approached the couch she heard him swear at himself. Thinking it best not to startle a former Black Ops operative with advanced level 4 hand-to- hand combat training, she leaned against the door facing and she spoke his name softly. "Col… Jack."

He hadn't heard her come in. A little surprised by her presence, he quickly recovered. Jack slowly rose to stand before her. "Sam, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have pushed. If you want to let things go as they are… then, I'm fine with that. I couldn't stand not to have you on my team. So, whatever's right for you."

Sam stood staring at the floor, saying nothing. "Sam, please say what you came back to say."

"What the fuck!"

"Excuse me…" said Jack a little surprised by her choice of words.

"Remember Sir, the scene from the movie when Kyle is giving Noel advice." Jack nodded, "I think I do."

"He tells him that sometimes you have to just say `What the fuck'. Because `what the fuck' will give you freedom. Freedom brings opportunity, and opportunity opens up your life. So…. I'm ready to take a chance." She hesitated and looked down at her feet—quiet for a few seconds as if thinking her decision through again, before looking back into his eyes and smiling her million-watt smile. "What the fuck, Sir."

"Oh, Major…. I intend to show you." Jack said with an evil grin.

Just one thing Sir…No one –and I mean absolutely no one, can know about this. Agreed?" Jack stepped forward and began to drop gentle kisses across her brow, eyes, cheeks, and lips. "Agreed". He whispered.

Their lips met for a gentle kiss—each taking time to savor the sweetness of the moment. Then as her lips parted and tongues entwined, the heat and passion began to rise in both their bellies. Jack nipped at her jaw line and ear; finally sucking her lobe into his mouth. Sam reached under his T-shirt up to run her hands over the warm skin of his chest. As she rubbed through the short soft hair of his chest, she paused to roll his nipple between her fingers. Jack moaned and returned to her mouth to kiss her deeply. Thrusting his tongue quickly in and out of her mouth, he left no doubt what he had planned for her. She slid her hand around to his back and explored the muscles of his back, moving slowly lower to cup the tight round cheeks of his ass and pull him tight against her. She moved her hand to the front of the briefs, lightly caressing his growing erection through the fabric. Jack let out a deep feral moan that reminded Sam of the cries she had heard from the men while they had been infected with the Broca virus. His hands were under her sweater and caressing her stomach. Her soft moans were pushing his need. Moving up to capture a round breast Jack squeezed lightly, amazed by its firmness. Then his hand slipped beneath her bra and his fingers begin to tease her nipple until it grew nubbly and tight. She backed him toward the couch and began unbuttoning her pants, kicking them off her feet along with her loafers as they fell back. "Still way too many clothes she growled to Jack," pulling at his briefs.

"Sam, I have to ask this. Sam, please stop for a minute." He finally grabbed her hands and pulled them up between their chests. "Sam, are you sure about this?"

"Jack, I don't plan on this being only one night of wild sex to relieve our frustrations so we can get back to work. If you meant what you said earlier, whatever happens here tonight happens because we both want it. But know this…if you take me tonight, you take me forever, because I won't let go."

"Then hold on for a long ride." Jack said as her pulled her close and took her mouth for a deep passionate kiss. She moaned in protest as he broke the kiss; then, realizing he had done so to pull her sweater over her head. She quickly grabbed the tail of his shirt peeling it over his head as well. Then her hands slid to the waist of his briefs.

"Un uh…. not yet. It's my turn." He rolled her slightly unclasping her bra. Sliding his hands to her shoulders he slowly drew the lacy black fabric down her arms and away from her body revealing the two most perfect breasts he had ever seen. Round and full with wide areola, which was quickly constricting along with her nipple to form a nubbly pink bud. His eyes burned with appreciation. Reaching out he cupped one in each hand, rubbing his thumb over the nipples in a circular motion. Sam dropped her head back and moaned her approval. She reached for his briefs only to be brushed away again. "Un uh, still my turn." He said slipping his thumbs under the waist of her black hi-cut lace bikinis. He slid them down her long smooth legs and off over her feet. He began kissing and licking a path from the top of her big toe, to her ankle, knee, and finally up her inner thigh. He moved intentionally over the patch of blonde curls and resumed his torture, moving to her navel, where he took extra time to swirl his tongue. Her abdominal muscles contracted.

"Sir…Jack…. I really don't…not my navel. I hate that. Please, I want to kiss you. I want you inside me. I need you inside me"

"Not yet, trust me." Jack continued his trail of kisses to her breast. He lollipop licked the right nipple while his fingers caressed the left. Then he pulled the nipple and areola into his mouth and sucked gently and he ran is tongue encircling the tip. Sam arched into him grabbing his head and clutching it to her breast. He heard a weak, tiny moan escape from her lips—a sound his 2IC would have been incapable of making.

"Jack…bedroom. More room…." He slipped an arm beneath her knees and swung her up into his arms. Half way up the stairs to the bedroom she managed to sneak a hand into his briefs and grasp his erection. The sensation was too much for him. He stumbled and plopped her down unceremoniously on the well-carpeted stairs. Struggling he finally caught himself with he knees resting two steps below her and his face buried low in her belly.

Looking up, he smiled a devilish smile and Sam burst into laughter. "Sam, remember the movie? I think fate has just presented us with an opportunity" With that he stretched up and kissed her lips— tongues once again dancing deeper and deeper into the recesses of the others mouth. She dragged her nails over the hair of his belly. Reaching up to pull his mouth tighter to hers, she sucked his tongue deep into her hot mouth. His kisses trailed down her neck. Kissing and nipping the small spot just over her jugular he felt her shiver. "Like that do we?"

His kisses continued to her breasts. Sucking one nipple into his mouth, he savored the hot, sweet flavor of her skin. She arched into him rubbing her knee in his groin, feeling his growing erection through the fabric of his briefs. He slid himself down one more step so his legs were now resting of the landing where her had better support. Spreading her thighs he moved his face within inches of her curls and smelled the musky aroma of her arousal. She shivered again as his breath danced across her.

He kissed her mons; then, gently spread her outer lips. She sucked in her breath as the cool air touch her hot core. His finger traced the edge of her lips –lightly, delicately. She gyrated her hips and slid toward him. He looked up and smiled again. "Patience." She was so wet for him already. He leaned closer and traced his previous path with his tongue moving up and down the side of her slit.

Sam moaned, "Oh god, Jack. Please." He grinned up at her. As she reached for his head he pulled back slightly and she frowned with question and disappointment. "Patience." He repeated. He slid one finger into her wet center and she lunged onto his hand. Then he slipped in a second finger and began gently massaging her anterior wall with the fingertips that were buried deep within her. His lip went to her clitoris as he gently swirled his tongue around it. She was writhing before him. He took her swollen bud into his lips, and began to suck using his tongue for increased pressure. Jack had to wrap an arm across her hips to hold her down.

"Jack….Oh god! Stop…I can't …can't stand it!" He raised his head to look at her writhing, flushed body. Her eyes were glazed and deep blue with no pupil visible. "Sam, am I hurting you?"

"No….don't stop. Please…..don't……stop. Close…..so close."

Lifting her legs over his shoulders to prevent her from using them to push away on the stairs, he grinned like a devil and returned to his ministrations. Within seconds she had clamped her thighs shut on the sides of his head and arched into him, lifting her buttocks off the stairs. She screamed his name. "Oh Jack, oh god…I'm….I'm gonna…..Jack, oh…oh… oooohh." She collapsed back onto the stairs and lay there panting with her eyes closed as her orgasm swept over her.

He rose up on his knees and leaned forward to gently kiss her lips. She opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, using one hand to pull his face closer. She kissed him deeply, fascinated by the taste of herself on his lips.

"Like that did ya?" Jack asked pulling his face back far enough to see hers. She raised her eyebrows and nodded her approval, still breathing heavily. "Well—just wait. It'll get even better." He promised. "We need to move this on upstairs. Protection is in the dresser of my bedroom"

"Don't need it." She said "I've been on something to help regulate my periods since Jolinar." She pulled him close and kissed him again feeling his erection through his briefs as he leaned against her. "It's your turn now", she whispered. "I want you. I won't come again. I never do, but I want to feel you inside me." She reached for his briefs. Hooking her thumbs in the waist band she slid them over his hips. He slipped them off his feet and tossed them over the side of the stairs.

Sam slid down one step toward him and grasp his throbbing penis in one hand and began massaging his sack with the other. He groaned a deep feral groan and thrust against her hand. "Sam, can't take much of that. You're gonna kill me." She grinned and moved his rigid length to rub the swollen head against the lips of her hot, wet center. Jack leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the nipple. Sam shivered and released her grip on him as she involuntarily arched against his body.

Jack scooted a little closer to Sam and felt the tip of his head bury in her outer lips. Slowly, steadily he pushed forward and felt her flesh yield to the pressure. She was hot, wet and so tight. Realizing she had tensed, he paused. "You okay?" She nodded, "Yeah, just give me a minute. It's been a while and you're pretty big." He grinned with self-satisfaction. Little did she know that she had just made his day with that last statement. In a few moments she nodded for him to continue. He pulled back slightly and pushed the rest of the way in. He kissed her deeply; then moved to suck the skin of her neck and ear while he waited for her internal muscles to relax.

Jack sat back on his knees and reached under her butt, lifting her hips and bringing her forward so her buttocks rested on his thighs. She had forgotten how good it felt to have a man inside her. She marveled at the sensations of being filled so completely by the man she loved. He angled her pelvis slightly and began to slowly rock into her. She locked her legs behind his back and began to match his thrusts. Soon, tendrils of tingling sensation began to spiral out from where they were joined. Sam was lost in bliss. The sensations circled her thighs, pelvis and lower abdomen wrapping her in pleasant tingles that danced around her and threatened to overwhelm her. It was obvious by Jack's breathing and expression that he wouldn't last long. But he was trying to control himself.

"Jack, it's okay." She whispered. "You won't hurt me." She began to thrust more forcefully against him. Taking her at her word, he unlocked her legs from his waist and slipped an arm under each of her knees, lifting her pelvis slightly. His thrusts became more powerful and deeper. She could feel the tip of his penis bottoming out on her cervix. He felt her muscles begin to twitch around his length. "Sam. Open your eyes. Look at me." She did as asked and looked deep into his eyes. "Come for me Sam." Jack said in a low raspy voice that set her last nerve endings on fire. Sam arched off the stairs as her orgasm spiraled out of control, flashing through her like the backdraft of a fire once the restraining barrier has been opened. And Samantha Carter screamed. Her muscle spasms gripped him and dragged him along with her into his orgasm. The feel of his hot load exploding into her intensified the waves of her contractions. They gripped each other tightly. Frozen in the ecstasy. Neither able to move. With a long groaning exhale, Jack collapsed onto her chest. He lay motionless with her arms wrapped around his head, her fingers gently caressing his temple. He lay, listening to her heartbeat beneath his ear. They waited—silently. Neither wanting the moment to end. Waiting for their senses to return to them. Finally, he began to stir, kissing first between her breasts; then her neck and finally her lips.

"Never pegged you for a screamer" He grinned.

"Never had anything to scream about before." She smiled. "But if that was any indication of what to expect, you better get used to the sound or buy ear plugs."

Jack laughed at her comment. "I thought we'd be good together, but I never imagined anything like that."

They lay there for a few more minutes not wanting to end the magic. Finally Jack stirred. "Sam, my knees are killing me. Can we move this on upstairs?" He moved back on his knees and she stood up. Offering him a hand, she pulled him to his feet and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him soundly on the lips.

They climbed the stairs to his bedroom and slipped under the covers of his bed. Sam snuggled up to his side. Nestling her head under his chin, she wrapped her leg over his thighs and began tracing patterns on his chest with her fingers.

"Sam, about the movie I had Daniel rent…I hope you're not angry with me."

"Jack, I'm mad about you…not mad at you. I love you Jack O'Neill, and I hate like hell that we have wasted years that we could have been together."

"I love you too Sam. What's important is that we are together now. And I'm never going to give you up. If we're ever found out, or when we get tired of keeping our relationship secret, I'll be willing to do whatever is necessary to keep us together—say the word and I'm ready right now."

"Not yet Jack. If we had to choose (she snuggled in closer to him) I'd choose this. For now, I need you with me on missions too."

"You want me…you got me." Jack looked at the clock. It was 0917hrs. "We better get some sleep."

Epilogue

Monday they had returned to duty. The Colonel and his Major had met their team in the gateroom after the mission briefing. With a quick smile to each other they stepped through the gate for a 2-day mission.

Now, 2 days later. They were back. Post-mission exams were done and debriefing was complete. Sam was in her lab finishing up on a piece of alien technology when Jack walked in.

"Carter?"

"Here Colonel. Finishing up my preliminary examination. Then I need to type up my report."

"Major. SG-1 is on stand-down until Friday morning. Report at 0800 for mission briefing." He turned and started to leave the room, but stopped and turned back to face Sam. With his back to the security camera he winked at her. "And Major. I'd like to know the preliminary findings on that doohickey you're studying. On your way home tonight would you stop by my house and give a report."

She smiled and looked up from her work. "Yes sir. I'd be happy to sir. I'll probably be at least another 2 hours."

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3 hours later Sam still hadn't arrived at Jack's house. He had stretched out on the couch to wait, and was dozing lightly when a sound woke him. Turning to look toward the doorway from the hall he saw Sam. Shrugging the coat off her shoulders and into the floor, she slid one hand up the door facing and leaned into the doorway and her hip cocked provocatively to the side. She was wearing a skintight dress that looked like it was made of that Lycra/Spandex exercise material and clung to all her curves. It struck her more than half way up between her knee and hip. She was wearing strappy high-heeled sandals and no stockings.

She lowered her head and smiled at him. "Are you ready for me Ralphie?" She asked as she walked seductively to the coffee table and propped one foot up on it. From his position on the couch he could see she wore no underwear beneath the dress. His pants began to bulge immediately.

"Oh yeah! I'm ready." Walking behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. She turned her head slightly to the side giving him better access and lifted her arms over her head to reach back and hold his head. Jack slid his hands up her arms to her hands; then back down her arms and around to her front to briefly cup and massage her uplifted breasts. Sam sighed and moaned, "Want you."

Sam arched and pressed her backside into the growing bulge in his pants. He responded by gently thrusting against her. His hands slid down over her waist and hips to the hem of her dress. Grasping it, Jack pulled it up and over her head. She was gloriously naked beneath and her body blushed with the glow of arousal.

Jack pulled her to him and kissed her long and deep. His tongue saying everything that needed to be said. When they broke apart he pulled her back into a warm embrace and just held her. Sam giggled. "What?" He asked.

"Oh nothing", she said as she giggled again. "Just wondering….have you ever done it on a train?" He dropped his head to her shoulder and laughed. "God…I've created a monster! Samantha Carter…I love you with all my heart and soul. I want to go to sleep with you every night after mind-blowing sex and wake up with you every morning. I'll do whatever it takes to make that dream a reality. With that he picked her up and headed for the bedroom.

Sam smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Yes, this was risky business. But…."what the fuck!"