Title: Before D.C.
Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com
Ratings: 17+ Sam& Jack PWP
Summary: Rain traps Sam and Jack in a barn. It's 17+ PWP, need I say more?
Spoilers: general season 9. based on Jack's new position in DC.
Archive: SJD yes, anyone who wants it, take it.
Disclaimer: they're not mine
Feedback: say what you got to say
Author's Notes: This is my answer to Ann's Spring Challenge. Purely PWP… and still it's 3 parts long… I'm detailes obssesed, what can I say? Part 1 is foreplay. If you look for the heavy stuff you can go to part 2 and 3… ;-)) Have fun.
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The Challenge on the Adult List:
Must have included in the story
*1. violets
*2. flooding/rain showers
*3. allergy
*4. chimes
*5. NC-17
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They were both looking at the spot where their car used to be in utter shock. Sam had her keys in her hand and Jack was holding on to the picnic things while rain was cruelly pouring on both of them. They were just standing there in shock, in the middle of nowhere outside Colorado Springs, with rain coming down and only looking like it was going to get worse. Apparently Cassie and her boyfriend had taken off in Sam's car. The only car they had left after Daniel's allergies had gotten the best of him and Teal'c had to drive him to the SGC.
"She didn't…" Sam whispered still staring blankly at the marks the tires had left in the grass.
"Of course not, Carter. Her and what's his name turned themselves invisible along with your car. I'm sure they're right here." She glared at him, wearing only a knee long skirt and a shirt with a top and Jack swore he could already hear her teeth chattering. He was going to tell her she should have listened to today's forecast, but her pissed off look made him seriously reconsider. "Here…" He suddenly said, handing her the things he was holding and taking off his leather jacket.
"I'm fine, sir. Thanks." She was trying to avoid letting him drape the jacket over her. That was a bad thing, Sam knew that. Wearing his clothes, his civilian clothes, was a bad thing. Because they were warm from his body heat and they smelled like him and she would only end up with butterflies in her stomach, wrapping herself in them like a stupid little school girl and get all flushed. And he would so notice. "I just want to get home and into dry clothes. Now."
"Well don't bite my head off, Carter. Not my fault you know." He draped the jacket over her despite her protests. The leather jacket that made him look simply sinfully delicious. Didn't matter what else he was wearing or doing, if he had that thing on, Sam Carter lost an important part of her higher brain functions. And now he wanted to have it draped around her. "You'll freeze, Carter! For crying out loud, take the jacket." She opened her mouth again and Jack added, holding her eyes. "Yes Carter, that's an order." Her mouth closed and she pulled the jacket tight around her once he freed her arms. She had given in to the lure of warmth. Sam was indeed freezing and she had been so right. The jacket still kept Jack's body warmth and she was desperate for it. "Come on. I saw a barn about 5 minutes from here."
He wasn't going to leave her any room to argue, so he started walking down the path to where he had seen the barn. From the looks of it he had guessed it was deserted, plus there were no homes anywhere around. It wasn't her house and there weren't going to be any hot showers and dry clothes but Jack was hoping that getting her out of the infernal rain was going to lighten her mood. Sam looked like she could severely hurt someone right now and lucky him, he was the only one around. "I'm sorry this sucked, sir." She said, walking a few steps behind him.
What surprised him was her completely defeated tone. He knew what she was thinking and he knew she was feeling guilty. He turned to look at her and he smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Carter… What're you taking about?" In the seconds that followed the most innocent expression she had ever seen on him crossed his face. "You mean you ain't having fun here?"
She shook her head and Jack fell back to walk along side her. "You wanted to spend some time with Cassie before you left for DC." Her eyes were on the ground in front of her as she walked, hugging herself to keep the chill away. "We wanted to throw you a small party, and we knew how much you would have hated a farewell party."
Jack groaned in agreement. "I'm leaving for DC, Carter, not the end of the world!" He wasn't that crazy about taking on a position at Homeworld Security, but he had to admit it did open some very interesting possibilities for him and Sam. And that he loved.
"I know, sir. So that's why I thought this picnic would be great. You'd get to spend a whole day with Cassie, and you know, it would have made for a nice party from us. We even had cake." He smiled brightly at her but Sam only sighed. "But of course, Daniel had to get allergies, Cassie had to disappear with David, leave us without a car and what would today have been without a torrential rain?" She brushed the wet hair out of her eyes. "God, this was messed up. Sorry, sir."
"Carter, I can't believe you're not having fun!" She looked at him, surprised more by the honesty in his voice than the statement.
"We're soaked. And cold, sir." She looked positively miserable.
"Oh, come on Carter! Where's your sense of adventure?" She couldn't believe him. He stopped in his tracks looking around. "I mean here we are, just the two of us, in the middle of nowhere, out in the rain, seeking shelter, with absolutely nothing but picnic left overs." Sam refused to believe he was actually having fun.
She shook her head and kept walking towards the dry shelter he promised. "You just loved survival training courses didn't you, sir?" He grinned at her. "I get enough adventure out in the field. When I'm home I like things to go smoothly."
"Yeah, but…" He leaned in to secretly whisper in her ear. "Now there are no Goa'ulds or Jaffas or… out to have our asses. Just simple innocent adventure. C'mon Carter!" He pleaded with her, nudging his shoulder against hers. "Lighten up. It's just rain."
"Rain is wet." She groaned and he couldn't help his next words. She was begging for them.
"Ah… I just love it when you talk technobabble…" The death glare she treat him with made Jack clear his throat and keep walking, hoping she wasn't suddenly going to want to have his ass. He just loved her pissed off. Sure, she was dangerous, but she was just so sexy. Plus she was wet and shivering and if he'd ever get that jacket off her he was sure he could see her nipples tightened under that thin shirt. He coughed to cover the smug, horny smirk that was spreading over his face. "You wanna go play Paintball someday?"
"Sir…" She stopped in her tracks, taken by surprise by the sexy little smile that was tugging at his lips and the sparkle in his eyes. He was in a particular good mood today. Considering.
"Like I never gave you reasons to want to hunt my ass down." He added leaving Sam just shaking her head at him and walking on. He was currently giving her reasons to want to hurt him. He had said 5 minutes. Where was the damn barn? The first step she took she landed in a puddle and cold muddy water was slowly soaking her socks. She groaned and furiously stepped away from it only to land in another. Nature hated her today.
"How much longer…" She groaned, gritting her teeth and trying to ignore the wet, cold, sticky feeling in her sneakers.
Jack was actually starting to feel sorry for her. "I thought your favorite movie was 'Dancing in the Rain'." There was the groan again as Sam tried to lose the water in her shoes. And suddenly Jack O'Neill couldn't help himself. With a roll of his eyes and a little giddy voice that kept repeating him things about DC and the rules and regulations, he suddenly swung her up in his arms and pulled her out of the puddle, drawing a shocked yelp from her. Her arms wound around his neck holding on for dear life, praying that he wasn't going to drop her and have her land on her ass in the mud.
"Sir, put me down!" She yelped, trying to get down from his arms. "Your knees…" She invoked in desperation, hoping that would bring him to his senses. She couldn't be in his arms. That was wrong. Rules, Regulations. Wrong, wrong wrong… *Wasn't he moving to DC?* She found herself thinking
"Are just fine, Carter!" Sam knew it was a bad idea to look at him now. But she did anyway and she felt herself slip away when she caught his black eyes, full of laughter and life as he held her in his arms. She so rarely saw him like this. And he was so close to her, their faces inches away, her arms wrapped desperately around his shoulders crushing her soft breasts to his chest. She also knew it was a bad idea to stare at him, but still, she did.
She knew every line on that face, but only in her dreams had she seen them this close, the cap he wore giving her the feel that that face was for her alone to see and no one else, nothing else. His eyes, the lines of his face, the texture of his sweet tanned skin, begging for her lips to caress it and dry the cold rain drops from it. She could feel his breath fluttering over her face, feel a hint of his scent, rain and aftershave and him. "I know the lyrics you know…"
*Lyrics?* Sam thought. *What lyrics? Why's he talking? Oh!* "Sir! You wouldn't!" She whispered still holding his eyes. She was not going to stare at his lips. She swore she wasn't. He raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. She drew a slow calming breath, her hand finding a mind of its own, as it suddenly drew her palm to cup the back of his neck, her fingers running in a soft caress through the short, wet hairs there. And yes, she looked at his lips. Her eyes dropped to his mouth when he smiled. It was so rare that they saw him smile, she couldn't help herself. And those lips were so close to her face, it was only natural that she looked. And Jack saw her own soft lips part slightly for better breathing, her cheeks flush just a discreet shade of pink.
He was going to lose himself if he wasn't getting away from her now. His dick was stiffening ever since he felt the crush of her breasts against his chest, and the hand she now had digging her nails in his nape was only sending more blood rushing south. Her eyes locked on his lips, the soft blush of her cheeks and her lips parted just enough so he could catch glimpses of her pink tongue, were the last drop. Jack lowered her to her feet, careful not to drop her in another puddle and to his bad luck, that only served to have her glide excruciatingly slow down his body, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
He only had a white T-shirt on and his lather jacket she was wearing had parted, allowing her crest to be flat against his. And Jack could feel her tight nipples through the thin barrier of their clothes graze against his chest and he swore he'd blow right there. But there was God still listening and he held on tight to his self control, while fighting the maddening desire to push her on the muddy ground, damn everything and sink his aching dick inside her. "Of course I wouldn't, Carter. Unless, of course, you dare me to." He looked at her intensely, almost asking for a dare, his arms still holding her pressed to him.
"Don't worry, I won't." He tried to look disappointed, but failed miserably. "I can't believe you're having fun, sir. Aren't you cold?" He shrugged. He was freezing actually, but he was never going to admit to it. He pulled away from her, taking her hands in his and rubbing them to get some warmth into them. She was colder than he was, that was for sure. He rubbed them between his palms, and Sam watched open mouthed as he pressed his sweet lips to them and blew a warm breath over them. He held her eyes, but she could only stare at his lips and her small hands between his.
Jack saw her shudder this time, when his breath washed over her, sending shivers up her arms. She shuddered and gasped silently as she watched him and Jack smiled to himself. Rain was a beautiful thing… sometimes. "Ok, come on." He finally said, picking up the picnic basket again. "Let's get you inside…" He put an arm around her, holding her to his side and she could only nod and fall into step by his side, pulling the jacket tight around her. She could feel his scent again and that combined with the shivers that still ran over her skin from his breath only served to start a sweet little ache in her belly. Sam hated rain.
She cursed herself, because she couldn't let herself feel like this. Even if they were alone here in the middle of nowhere and he was leaving for DC in a few weeks and was no longer her CO. Since when was she getting butterflies in her stomach over a man's breath on her skin? But this man was far from being any man. "Ah, here we are!" Jack's words snapped her back to the reality of him, dressed in a great pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his body so very nice, wet from rain.
*Damn it, Sam!* She thought, feeling herself fall for him more and more every second they were doing this. He walked on and up to the barn, dropped the things to the ground and forced the door open with a loud crack in the wood. "Ladies first." He said smiling and bouncing on the balls of his feet, actually looking dignified while rain was dripping around the edges of his cap. She sighed defeated and walked inside, with Jack following her, closing the door to keep the cold air out as best they could.
This place hadn't been used in years, now abandoned to whatever nature chose for it. It wasn't warmer by much, but it was dry and not windy and just as Jack turned, he heard Sam's pleased sigh as she sat on the ground, on a pile of hay. He shook his head watching her lie down and curl into a ball trying to keep herself warm and opened the basket he had been carrying and pulled out the two blankets. He checked them to see if they were still dry and thank God they were, before he quickly moved to her side. "Carter… here." He helped her in a sitting position. "Warm, dry blankets… You wanna…" He gestured towards her clothes awkwardly. "Take them of… you'll be warmer…" He said not sure if that was such a smart suggestion. Having a damp Sam strip right in front of him was like threading on thin ice. But she only though a minute before removing the jacket and the shirt, leaving her only in the top and the skirt.
*Okay…* He groaned inwardly. She was still dressed… mostly, but his heart beat like mad, his lungs demanding more and more air. Jack swallowed several times, before he regained his composure. He wrapped the blanket around her shoulders tightly, rubbing his hand over her arms to help warm her up, before he removed her sneakers and damp socks and wrapped the second blanket around her legs. "What about you, sir?" She asked, trying not to shiver. They only had two blankets and that meant he would be left with nothing but his own wet clothes.
"I'll be ok. I'm not the one going hypothermic… Hang on…" He fumbled in the basket and found his cell phone. "You wanna do it, or should I?" He said and Sam reached for the phone. Jack was great with Cassie, but since Janet's death, the girl had become Sam's responsibility. The conversation was quick, ending with Cassie giggling once she knew Sam and Jack were safe in the barn and promising she'll get them a ride as soon as she could. She hung up before Sam could reply, which was new and Sam was now sure the girl was up to something. "Well… Teal'c said he'd call when he dropped Daniel off at the SGC and made sure he was fine. We'll get him to come over and pick us up." Jack said while he pulled his wet T-shirt off and Sam had to suddenly find the blankets very interesting not to stare at him. His skin, and there was a lot of it naked for her to stare at, was damp and he had taken his cap off as well, now running his hands through his hair to dry it and Sam felt she was suddenly burning up.
His short silver hair was all mussed up, the tanned skin of his back and arms damp from the rain and she could see the well worked muscles rippling under the skin as he pulled the leather jacket over his bare skin and Sam found herself choking on her breath. *Damn it, damn it, damn it… Carter get a fucking grip!* Leather jacket on naked, damp Jack O'Neill skin. He sat by her side, propping his back on the larger pile of hay behind them. It was retaining the day's heat and now warming both of them. Sam kept her eyes on him. His pants were soaked, and even though he had taken his boots and socks off, it was clear he was still very cold. He had his arms wrapped around him, knees drawn up to rest his chin on them and shivering minimally. "Sir… you can't stay like that."
He looked at her. Right now, staying still, the cold had begun to work its way deeper in his body. "Wanna share the blankets?" He asked, hopeful, but not for getting under a warm blanket, but getting cuddled up with her. And this time without an impending death threat.
Sam nodded. "But first you gotta take those pants of." He raised an eye brow at her smiling an evil little smile and Jack could see her blue eyes widen a bit and her cheeks flush bright red. "I mean… you're wet… they're wet. You'll freeze and keep me cold too…" He was still staring straight at her with a piercing, sensual gaze and she could only groan in defeat. *Way to go Sam!* She thought.
"If that's what the lady wants…" She heard Jack say, the laughter obvious in his voice and he stood up to strip. Sam had to fight for breath and her throat seemed all to dry to be able to swallow. She was sure she was panting and knew her cheeks were bright red, because she could feel her face burn up as she watched him take his jeans off with lazy moves. He wasn't paying attention to her, but it was obvious a mile away that he was putting on a show for her. Slowly unbuckling, lowering the zipper lazily, pushing the denim off his narrow hips and down and off each long, lean leg. She decided he loved this reassignment to DC way to much. His muscles were contracting, giving her a wonderful view of his lower back and long, well defined legs. When her eyes fell on his white cotton covered ass she swore she was going to do something stupid and had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning. This had been a very bad idea. So what if he was going to freeze?
But then he was walking towards her, dressed only in white cotton boxers and sitting himself behind her. This had been a very good idea after all. His hands slowly uncovered her from the blankets and he positioned his long legs on either side of hers, pulling her back to his chest and she obeyed gladly. He covered their legs with one blanket and pulled the other one over his shoulders, bringing the ends of it around to wrap Sam in his arms and the blanket. He felt her tense in his embrace for a moment, but didn't say anything and Jack lay back on the pile of hay again. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing for him either, to be only in his boxers with her between his legs. "Shh… We're just staying warm…" He whispered and held her, as much for his comfort as for hers, waiting until he felt her relax against him, snuggling deeper in his arms.
Her hair was brushing his face and her hands were on his arms as he held her wrapped in the blanket, finger tips dancing slowly over his forearms. She didn't really realize what she was doing, the way she was sensually caressing his arms, or noticing the goose bumps her fingers left on his skin. She was too caught up in all the warm Jack O'Neill skin she was now feeling around her. And he was so blissfully warm and she had so been freezing in the rain and she could feel his heat sink into her, bone deep. His muscular thighs cradling hers, his legs brushing hers, his chest rising and falling against her back and she could feel him so well even through her top, the warm secure arms he had around her.
Tentatively Jack rested his cheek against her hair and felt her head lean in to rest against his. So, with a last prayer that he wouldn't fuck this up, he risked and buried his face in her damp hair, nuzzling her hair and nudging against the rim of her ear with the tip of his nose, tightening his hold on her. That was when the situation sunk in her and she realized both his actions and hers. The hand on his forearms froze and she went rigid again, knowing this was so very wrong, but too caught up in the feel of his breath against her hair and down her neck to want to stop him. It felt warm and sensual to feel him breathe against her skin, but she knew out of instinct they couldn't do this. "Sir…" She finally breathed.
"Sam…" He whispered her name right in her ear and she shivered powerfully in his arms. Jack's arms tightened their hold on her, crushing her to his chest and she moaned. He felt sinfully good, his chest hard and broad. "As of yesterday I am no longer your commanding officer." She swallowed hard and forced her breathing not to hitch as he brushed his perfect teeth over the sweet spot behind her ear.
"Oh…" It took a huge effort to keep her voice calm. "Umm…" Suddenly there no coherent words in her mind. No longer her CO… It didn't sound possible. Nor did she know what to do with the fact. "Sir?"
"Sam… I received the official re-assignment notice yesterday afternoon." He kept nudging her earlobe with the tip of his nose, so very playfully and she found herself instinctively pressing her thighs together to ease the ache he was building in her. "You know what that means, Carter?"
"Umm…" She minimally arched her neck for him, her blue eyes feeling heavy. "Yeah…" Sam cleared her throat to lose the nervousness. "Yes, sir." He was the one man that could wrap her in such overwhelming feelings that she was willing and aching for him instantly. She had experienced this for 8 years now. And he had gotten so very good at this sweet, exquisite torture of her. "It… umm…" There were his teeth again tracing down the pale column of her neck and her words got all mixed up again.
"That means you no longer answer to me." He marked his words with a small nip at the point where shoulder met neck and she twitched in his arms. He had fantasized about this moment so long, so often, but he had to admit that even his dirtiest fantasies didn't include a barn and hay. "And you know what that means Carter?" He spoke strong and sure in her ear, allowing his breath to wash down her neck, reveling in the way she shivered. Passion was growing in him and he knew that it will reach a point where it would explode and engulf both him and her, but he was not going to rush this.
This was better than any dream he ever had and more so, it was real. And it wasn't wrong anymore. There were no more rules and regulations playing through his head. It was ok now to nuzzle her hair and nip her skin, it was ok now to press her against his bare chest and hold her securely without forcing his body's reactions to her to stay quiet. It was ok now to get hard against her. And that thought alone sent a rush of pleasure though him. He was so getting hard against the small of her back and he was so trying not to rub against her to ease the pain.
Sam's lips part to form a response to his words, but she shut them again, her mouth dry and her breathing hard from the arousal she was trying to control. She was not one to be out done by Jack O'Neill and she could so easily give back as well as she got. All it would take from her was a small innocent twist and thrust of her hips against the hard-on she felt against her back and his so carefully maintained control would shatter. She didn't want that.
She had never allowed herself to be overwhelmed by the desire he brought out in her. She ran away from it, she crushed it every time it seemed to surface, fixing her eyes on his shoulders, the rank there and repeating over and over 'court martial'. For him and her. And now for the first time that little voice was the one that she was crushing. It felt new to go with her emotions, and it felt right. Everything he did to her felt good and the simple breath fluttering over her skin, the tip of his nose playing with her ear, felt more erotic than any sex she ever had. If he could make her feel so much with so little he'd make her scream her head off by the time he was done with her.
"Removes… uh…" She mumbled, her hands tightening on his forearms and unconsciously arching her back just so that she could wantonly rub her breasts against them. Jack smiled against her and pressed his forearms against her chest to help her. Her nipples were tight through the thin bra and top and he could feel them glide against his skin, rising goose bumps over his arms. "Some barriers…" She breathed, feeling wetness gather between her legs from his touches.
"And that gives us so many possibilities…" Jack's head moved and he ran his teeth over the nape of her neck. Her reaction was instant. Her hands clamped down on his forearms, and pressed them tight to her chest, arching her back, crushing her breasts against them. The feel from his teeth and his arms shot right down to her clit and the sweet ache grew to almost unbearable levels. She needed that hard dick she could feel nestled in the small of her back, thrusting inside her, now. Hard.
"Like?" She found herself teasing him, finally giving in and thrusting back against his rock hard erection. The moan that escaped him was by far the most the exquisite sound she ever heard in her life. It echoed in her ears and washed down her body to the tip of her toes. Jack buried his face in her damp hair, screwing his eyes shut as his hips thrust back against her without his will, doubling the sensation spiraling through him. She smiled to herself and bit her lip. It felt so good to have him hard and rubbing that dick against her. She felt outrageously daring and loved it, his helpless reaction only driving her on.
But Jack recovered fast. He kept his hard on pressed against her back, rotating his hips only minimally against her every now and then. "Oh, I don't know, Carter…" His teeth returned to her ear. "I was thinking something along the lines of this…" She felt his lips brush the spot behind her ear and fasten on the skin in a wet kiss. She gasped silently, her eyes going wide. It was so electric, so wet and sweet. "Or this…" He kissed her pulse point forcing her head to rest back on his shoulder. She moaned and held on tighter to his forearms, trying not to slip away. "Something like this…" And then there was his tongue poking out from between those thin lips, tip hard and drawing lazy circles down her jugular to her shoulder. "But if you're not interested…"
"Oh God… No… I am…" She shivered, pressing her thighs together again to quiet the ache demanding he be inside her now, hard and powerful. He was insistent and sure as his tongue played over her skin.
"Good…" He teased, his tongue going soft and licking wetly and delicately up the side of her neck back to her ear. She felt him smirk and she panted in anticipation to his next thought. "Because I was thinking of maybe this…" He sucked the earlobe, flicking it once with his tongue before he shortly dipped the tip in her ear.
"Ah!" Sam yelped and jerked in his arms. Grounding herself against his dick again, forcing another, rougher groan from him, right into her ear. "Oh… God…" Her words turned into a needy moan, her face turning towards him and giving him the chance to brush his face over her soft cheek. Jack's eye lashes ticked her skin, before the tip of his nose brushed her cheekbone. It was simple and innocent and so very sensual.
He rest his lips to her cheek and whispered against her cheek. "We could even go for something like this, Carter…" He drew his left arm from around her, holding the blankets with the other, and brushed the back of his fingers over the inside of her left breast easing her to his touch. "This…" He drew them over her nipple and she arched into him, but he kept going to the outside of her breast before he cupped the mound and all so gently squeezed.
"Oh yeah…" She whimpered. "Anything else… sir?" She tried not to smile pleased with herself when she felt his sharp indrawn breath against her cheek at the dirty whisper of 'sir'. His hand moved sure down her body, drawing his nails over her belly, causing her to squirm again and rub against his erection and this time Jack happily thrust back. He moaned and twist his hips against her again, the confines of his boxers becoming just a bit too uncomfortable. He pressed her against his dick and he thrust sharply against her, burying his grunt of pleasure in her soft cheek.
"Actually I've been thinking of something like this for a while…" She felt her cheeks flush with arousal when both his hands gripped her waist and moved up the sides of her body, drawing her top along. He didn't take it off, just pushed it and the bra up enough to uncover her breasts to his hands. He couldn't believe he was actually going to be doing this. He brushed the back of his fingers over her sensitive skin again, trapping a nipple between the fingers and twisting slightly. She gasped and arched like a cat under the other arm he had over her chest, holding her to him. His hands were exquisite, calloused and warm, long elegant fingers that played over her breast so perfectly.
She moaned a pleased little sound that had him smiling openly against her face. Jack was completely caught in the slow exploration she was allowing him to do. The actual feel of her skin and her warmth the only things that kept him ground to the reality of this. His eyes moved to look down her body, panting and his heart beating mad in his chest. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, arching with her, quivering with the shivers his hands brought out in her. His eyes fell closed for a moment, his head dropping to place a long kiss on her shoulder. They were actually doing this.
Sam's hands moved to her sides, resting them at the top of Jack's thighs, parted on either side of her, to cradle her body. She laid them on his skin tentatively at first, feeling his naked thighs and the well defined muscles, caressing them for the first time. She moaned in delight, more confident as she caressed his thighs, soothing, gripping and squeezing the well worked muscles. She leaned more against his chest and felt his hot skin pressed against her now naked back, his small nipples tightened from his own arousal and the slight chill of the barn and pressed to her back.
"How about this?" He whispered in her ear. He pressed his own cheek to hers and watched as his hand cupped her breast and knead it slowly, molding it to his hand. She gasped and arched, her hands tightening on his thighs. She turned her head to him, eyes taking in the passion bathing his soft features and her lips closed on the skin of his cheek in a kiss. His taste washed over her lips and tongue as she drew the tip over his cheek. He knead her breast rougher, his head turning towards her, freeing her lips from his face.
He locked eyes with her and his hand stilled on her breast. She was looking at him with heavy, passion filled eyes, her lips parted with her panting and her cheeks flushed. He didn't close his eyes, didn't look away, slowly leaning in towards her. A small smile tugged at her lips. "Something else you had in mind, sir?" His lips thinned in his attempt not to smirk, his hand squeezing her breast. "Oh…" She whispered. He brushed his lips over hers and pressed his own soft, loving kiss to the face he dreamed about for so long, the hand on her breast kneading it possessively.
And then Jack's lips were finally on hers, sure and demanding and she felt her mind spin. His free hand cupped her cheek to hold her to him, feeling like she would disappear any minute and he would die if she did. She responded to his kiss, her own lips molding to his, kissing him back just as fervently as he was and he could hardly believe this was possible. Their lips opened instinctively at the same time, the tip of their tongues gliding wet and hot over the other, swirling, tangling, thrusting, retreating, learning the feel of the other one's tongue, learning the forbidden taste.
"We could…" Jack whispered between desperate kisses. She tasted like haven. "Also do… something like… this…" He removed the hand from her cheek, confident Sam would not disappear like the many erotic dreams he had about her through the years. His right hand moved under the blankets and slowly caressed her thighs. His lips fastened to hers, his tongue moving into her mouth and exploring every small part of her. His hand found its way under the hem of her skirt and inched upwards on her bare leg, taking the skirt with it. Sam gasped in his mouth giving his tongue just the sweet opportunity to go deeper in her mouth. "Interesting opportunities this DC reassignment offers us, don't you think?" He said with a wicked light in his eyes.
"I'm still waiting for the really good part, sir." She whispered back, her eyes locked on his moist pink lips. Her tongue poked out to wet her own before she locked eyes with his. He had this completely innocent and confused look on his face and she could swear he was hurt. The hand on his thigh had also stilled. "What?"
"Still waiting for the good part?" He whispered wincing at her. "Ouch, Carter!"
She couldn't believe it. He was actually hurt by her words. "You do have more than this don't you, sir?" She raised an eyebrow at him, seriously doubting by the impressive hard on he was pressing against her back that this was just a little make out session.
"Oh, yeah…" He brought his lips to her hear and his hips unashamedly rubbed his hard dick against the small of her back. "So… much more…"
"I'm waiting…" She gasped as his hand resumed its path up her thigh. "For exactly that…" He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent and muffling a shaking 'oh God'.
"You smell like rain." He whispered and she smiled. Not that it wasn't obvious, but coming from his lips in a moment like this seemed to be surreal for some reason. His hand stopped inches from her crotch and she bit her lips against a whimper. Her skirt was now hiked around her waist and she knew the next move. "How am I going to find you?" He asked, his voice again sounding sure and steady. She gasped and tried to arch her pelvis for his hand. "How will I find you?" He whispered slower, letting his breath wash down her neck.
She locked eyes with him again, surprised by the restraint she saw in them. He wanted to play. Didn't want a mindless, quick screw. He was leaving for DC and they were free. But they also knew they didn't know how often they'd get to see each other. Their jobs didn't allow them to have fixed schedules. He wanted to do this to last him for as long as it took until he was with her again. "How will I find you, Carter?" He repeated, a bit more authority in his voice and she felt a delicate shiver run down her spine at his implied control of her and bit down on a moan. This was the sexiest thing she ever did.
"Soaked." She breathed, looking straight in his eyes, but with a bit more blush in her cheeks. "God, I've never been this wet from foreplay in my life…" She was thrilled to see Jack's passion slip just a bit out of control at her confession. His hand dug his short nails in the skin of her thigh, his other pressing possessively on her breast. He was just that close to breaking point. His hard on hurt even with the small movements he made to rub against her back, his mind was screaming nothing else but *fuck her, fuck her now and fuck her hard*, his skin was just burning for her.
And yet the latent fear in him that this would be their only time in God knew how long forced control over his raging need. "Good." He said with a satisfied primal pride in his eyes that had her swallow hard. He was damn good. His eyes looked down her body again, over her exposed breasts and down her belly. Their legs were still covered in the second blanket and he guided her to open more, hooking his feet under her calves and spreading her as open as he wanted her.
She followed his eyes to where they were fixed and she watched him pull the blanket down enough to uncover her to his eyes. He kept the rest of their legs covered to keep them warm, even if they both felt like they were burning up. He liked the feeling of secrecy the blanket gave them. She watched with him as he ran his fingers over her covered folds and felt the moisture soaking her panties. "Oh, very nice Carter." He pressed a little harder, rubbing over her insistently, reveling in a simple, primal joy at her desire for him, at the wetness he could feel soaking through the tiny cotton barrier. "Very nice." He hooked his fingers under the waist band and tugged. "Off!" He ordered and she moved her hands from his thighs and took off the piece of clothing, keeping their legs covered and settling back in his arms.
His left hand cupped her breast again, continuing its play with it as she placed her legs back with her calves over his ankles so her had control of how much she was spread for him. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple before looking back down at her. He saw her uncovered for the first time. Her pussy available to his eyes, his hands and he felt a shudder run through him. He didn't try to suppress it. She was his just as much as he was hers. "Please… please touch me…" She said, resting her head on his shoulder and looking down at his hand now and then, through heavy eyes.
"What else?" He didn't take his eyes from her folds and his hand now moving closer to her. He brushed softly over her outer lips and she gasped silently.
"Rub me… hard."
"And…" His fingers slipped over her from her ass up to her clit, but without parting her folds. Just a soft tantalizing caress. He could feel the moisture coat her, soon dripping from her. He ground his teeth against the sudden overwhelming reality of it. Sam Carter this wet for him. Open to him and his fingers. Her pussy begging for him.
"Inside me…" She said again, watching his hand play over her folds. She licked her lips, panting softly in his arms. "As deep as you can reach… stretch me… over and over…" His fingers parted her folds and slipped so easily over her. She moaned and twitched in his arms, gripping his thighs again, hard for support. "Oh…" She breathed, watching his fingers slip between her folds, feeling them caress her, learn her. His fingers moved sure and insistent over every wet hot inch of her. Pushing, probing, rubbing. "Oh, my God, sir… This is… Oh, God…" She started panting hard and fast, suddenly her eyes darting back to his face and he looked back at her. Her eyes wide and alert, taking in every line and detail of his face, her hands freezing on his thighs and gripping hard.
Rain was still falling outside, rapping against the roof and walls of the barn, the hay under their bare skin a bit rough but so erotic and Jack's fingers buried between her folds. He caught her eyes and stopped his caress. Something was wrong. "Too much?" He asked softly and she nodded, biting her lips. "Too fast, huh?" She winced at him, her mind suddenly over rationalizing things. They couldn't actually be doing this. Just yesterday she had to grip the edge of her work bench with white knuckles to keep from launching herself at him and beg him to fuck her right in her lab, security cameras be damned. Let the whole base watch, she just needed him that bad. And now he was fingering her, feeling her and her heat and wetness, without a voice in the world telling them it was wrong. This couldn't be real. "Carter… Go with what you want. Tell me what you want. Damn everything else. Carter, we're free… I swear."
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Jack didn't remove his fingers from between her legs, but they were still now and his other arm hugged her to him, pressing his lips to her hair in the only thing he thought of to reassure her that they were ok. Sam moved her hand to hold the back of his head as he kissed her hair soothingly and with such tenderness. She closed her eyes against the sting of a few tears. "I want you, sir… always have… But I don't know how to…"
"I know." He said in her hair. "I wanted you." Jack's fingers moved again between her wet folds and she sighed. "Let me…" He pressed his cheek to her hair as they both once again watched his lean fingers work between her legs, watched as he drew his fingers up to her clit and circled it slowly, listening to her sweet mewing sounds. When he flicked the tip she bucked and gasped loudly so he did it again. She shook in his arms, her breasts bouncing in his hand with the sudden move and sending a surge of raw need through him. He thrust his erection against the small of her back in desperate need to fuck her. "I need you so bad it hurts like hell..."
"I know… fuck me… stop this… just…"
"No. I don't care if it kills me, I'm making this last." She moaned, shivering at his words and pressing back into his chest. He felt incredible against her and gave herself over to him, letting him drive away her fears. She did want him so badly.
Sam relaxed against him more and smiled softly. "Please do, sir." He smiled, rubbing her clit with sure lazy strokes that had her moving her hips against his fingers, within seconds. She was wet and smooth under his fingers, the sensitive flesh swelling in arousal with every glide of his fingertips over her, building her steadily towards orgasm. "Oh, God, sir!" She arched in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed and rocking her hips against his hand. He knew what she liked out of instinct, knew what every whimper and moan she released meant.
He stroked fast, pressed hard, flicked the tip of her clit relentlessly. He stroked, teased, massaged every spot of her. He memorized her heat, her slippery feel, moved even lower to feel her juices drip from her. With sure moves Jack found her entrance and dipped just the tip of his finger inside of her, teasing her with a slow, lazy, circular motion. She groaned and arched, trying to slip more of that elegant finger inside of her, but he wouldn't relent. His eyes were dark, heavy and his breathing labored as he watched her thighs quiver from the torment, her pelvis arching for him to breach her. "God, Carter… how can you be so sweet…"
She bit her lip, sensations drowning her. Her body was aching for him to stretch her. Hard and strong. Stretch her, fill her, fuck her until she cried. His middle finger slipped long and smooth into her and she mewed pleased, wriggling her ass on his hand to get him in deeper. With a kiss pressed to her bare shoulder he started slipping the finger out and back in, slow, patient, learning the feel and warmth of her tight body, groaning and shivering behind her when he felt her muscles tightening around it to maximize the sweet friction. "I need you so bad…" He whispered, lips pressed to her shoulder and looking down at his hand fucking her.
"Please… fuck me…" She moaned without any trace of shame, pressing back and rubbing against his dick. He groaned, burying his face in her neck and jerking against her back. "We've played for 8 years. I can't do this slow… please…"
"Shh… trust me, Carter, I'll take care of you…" With a powerful kiss at her pulse point Jack slipped another finger into her fucking a few times before she felt him insert a third finger before her body even had time to fully stretch around the second. She groaned, her teeth clenching against the incredible tight stretch around his long fingers. Her eyes opened and she gasped silently as she ground herself onto the fingers, gazing up to the roof of the barn, the rain pouring outside this little world of theirs. He was inside her. General O'Neill. Her pussy was stretched tightly around his long lean fingers and God, he was moving them now, slowly withdrawing them and slamming them back in, forcing her pussy to stretch around them. He kept a steady relentless pace, fingering her hard.
She could feel him rub against her G-spot every now and then, his thumb pressing on her clit with the rhythmic movements he made inside her. More juices coated his hand, slippery and warm and Jack felt he would explode right there,pressing his hard cock against her back. He swore he was going to. He could already see their first time as a finger fuck and a dry hump. But then there was Sam's trembling hand holding the back of his neck, scraping the nape, digging the nails in, urging him on without words and he could only obey her. She was panting heavily, her chest quivering under his demanding hand. He loved her quivering for him. He could feel her muscles tremble and spasm in her whole body, her mouth releasing sharp cry after sharp cry, as he worked her sure and steady towards release. And she would come so beautifully.
He squeezed her breast hard and fierce and she bucked on his penetrating hand, scratching his nape. She moaned a high pitched sound and he did it again. "Sir!" She arched, begging for his rough moves. "God, yes!" He kept kneading the breast roughly, drawing cries of pleasure from her, his fingers never slowing their ruthless assault. He used his legs to part hers wider for his fucking and she followed his lead willingly. "Please, I need it so bad…" He twist his fingers inside her, forcing them deeper in and she arched in his arms so much, he swore he'd hear her back snap at any point, the most erotic piercing cry torn from her lips, a look of pure twisting bliss on her face.
"Come for me, Carter." He whispered in her ear, low and demanding while he fucked her harder. "This is for you." He pushed into her and she bucked on his hand when he rubbed her spot again. "You scream for me. Now…" He pinched the nipple hard and powerfully slammed his fingers deep inside her. She came furiously, screaming a piercing scream and arching under the spikes of fierce pleasure shooting along every nerve ending in her body. She convulsed and cried, her body squeezing his fingers savagely. There was heat and satisfaction drowning her, wave after wave of convulsions crashing over her as she came. "Fuck, Carter…" His arms were around her, holding her fast to his chest, his fingers still caressing her soothingly as she shook and cried.
He held her tight against the warmth of his body, his palm cupping her folds while she shuddered sporadically and his other arm hugging her tight. The nails dug deeper in his nape and his head finally fell to rest against her hair as the last tremors of her orgasm ran through her. She fell in a boneless heap in his arms. And he pulled the blankets around her, giving her a minute to recover and stay warm. Jack was almost shaking with restraint behind her, his face brushing over her hair, willing himself to relax, hold on just a bit longer. He would come, he would come inside her, so hard and sweet. He would find his own release in her. Just not yet. Not now. A bit longer. A few minutes more and he would be inside her tight, warm, wet body and let himself go, lose his mind like wild inside her. Just a little longer.
She sighed and moaned a soft lazy sound as she licked her dry lips and Jack pulled back from her hair to look at her face. She was flushed, her eyes closed and her head lazily turning towards him. When Sam opened her heavy eyes and looked up at him, glowing, his ego grew like mad. He made her lose herself like that. Screaming and crying. "God, sir… I swear…" The fingers she still had around his neck tickled the fine hairs at the nape and his lips came crushing down on hers, muffling her words. Which was stupid because Jack really did want to hear just how good it had been for her. He trailed to her jaw, leaving sloppy, wet kisses on her skin and she sighed, leaving herself at his mercy. "I swear that was the best I ever had." He groaned and trapped the angle of her jaw between his teeth, gazing over her sated face.
He released her with a sharp nip at the skin and removed his hand from between her legs with one last, soft petting stroke that had her moan satisfied. "Good. Because I've been dreaming of doing that to you for years." He saw her smile shyly at him and he almost couldn't believe the blissful look on her face. "Feel you on drip on my hand. Fell you tremble around my fingers. Force you to stretch around them." His teeth brushed the rim of her ear. "You made me want to have my fingers inside you so many times, Carter."
His wet fingers brushed her lips, spreading her own juices on her lips. She gasped at the feel but let him, looking at his face, desperate need burning wild in his eyes. She waited, not poking out her tongue to lick herself and, holding her blue sated eyes, Jack lowered his lips to hers and kissed her clean, licked her lips and played with her tongue. Her hand pulled his head even harder against her, trying to force her own way in his mouth and after a few opposing thrust against her tongue Jack let her in. He let her play her own game inside his mouth, taste him, stroke his cheeks and tongue, tangle with it, poke, swirl, claim him.
With gentle moves he pulled himself from under her, leaving the blanket under her back. He moved in front of her and pulled her and the cover down so she would lie on her back on the hay. She gasped, parting her lips from his and looking up at him. "More… I wanna do more…" He whispered, his mouth latching to her neck. She groaned and gripped his short hair with both hands, pulling, twisting until he growled in her neck and pulled back. "Ouch, Carter!" He rolled his head back on his shoulders, following her strong pull with a heavy growl. Damn she was hot. "Carter!" She relaxed her fingers and when he looked back down she was wincing, biting her lower lip.
"Sorry… It's just such a turn on…" She ran her fingers through his hair, spreading them and softly dragging her nails over his scalp. Jack shivered and closed his eyes in a silent gasp. "Hurt you?"
"No… keep doing it." He kissed her briefly. "Just don't tear it out." He said with a chuckle and she sighed. She liked doing it. All those years starring at his face, his hair was fascinating her. The hypnotizing silver shade, from the brown she knew when she first met him, made him that much more of a wet dream, giving his personality that much more authority, made his eyes that much sexier, drew out his featured that much better and melt her heart every time she looked at him. He just grew hotter with every passing day and Sam was threading on the edge of madness. Her hands fisted in his hair again and twist and pulled, this time softer but with the same passion. His lips placed a kiss on her chin and dragged his teeth down her wind pipe, sending a shiver through her at the erotic, primal threat. Her head arched back a little and he placed a sloppy kiss at the hollow of her throat.
His hands moved over her body, sure and fast, pushing her top up again to reveal her breast and his head lowered to greedily suck at one breast, mouth wide and lips strong and demanding as he sucked her frantically. Sam groaned and growled at the taste and feel of his lips full of her breast. Her hands fisted tighter and she whimpered, every now and then squealing when he'd bite on her nipple and tug. Jack's large hand cupped her mound and held it better for his mouth, practically trying to burry his face in her. His nose was brushing the skin of her breast, his breathing hitting her aroused skin at an impossibly fast rate, his mouth working on her desperately. "Oh, Christ, sir… you're going to kill me…" She groaned, thrashing under him from the waves of pleasure pooling right between her legs.
Jack's lips left the mound and moved to the other, licking at the underside with the flat of his tongue before he trapped the nipple between his thing lips and holding her eyes he sucked hard and flicked his tongue over it. Her palms framed his face and held him right there, torturing her until she ground her teeth trying not to cry. She was dieing in his arms. "Fuck me!" She almost shouted. "Now, hard. God… please!" Jack buried his face between her breasts, her hands caressing his face, while he nipped and licked at her breastbone. His hands gripped the skirt and roughly pulled it of her, throwing it to the side. "Get off me and get naked!" She ordered, pushing at his shoulders. He smiled and bit her skin quickly before he stood.
He saw her strip her top and her bra off and pull the blanket over her shoulders, looking at him. "Slow…" She whispered when his hands gripped the waistband of his boxers. He ground his teeth and forced his need calm a bit longer and slowly pulled them off his lean hips, revealing inch after inch of tanned skin. Sam watched him as he freed his raging erection with lazy, languid moves, pushing his boxers lower. He was hard and reasonably large and she moaned in desperate need at her first sight of him. Her lips parted, a chocked moan finding its way out of her as she stared unashamedly at him. She was going to love him inside her. Jack dropped his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them, standing there naked before her. She took in every detail of his hard dick, her eyes running freely over him, panting hard and feeling the ache in her pussy grow for him. She needed him, needed that length pounding her into a sweet, sinful oblivion.
He stalked towards her and she met his eyes again licking her lips. "Oh, Carter…" He whispered, standing right in front of her, his erection right in her face. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb running over her lower lip. "As sweet as that would be right now, I'd blow within the first three seconds." She sucked the thumb in her mouth, holding his eyes. "And I so want to come inside you…" Without a word she released his finger and lay back on the cover and the hay, stretching herself for him and parting her thighs. Jack watched her with a fierce, hungry gaze as she bent her knees, pulled them towards her and exposed herself fully to him, waiting for him, for that cock. "Beautiful…" He whispered on a soft breath and lowered himself over her on one arm.
He nuzzled her cheek as he gripped his length and smoothly found her opening with the tip. "So long…" He moaned and felt as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and spread herself more, whimpering in anticipation. She could feel him, rigid and thick, the head parting the folds and press into her. Jack gripped the base of his dick and thrust into her. He knew he'd lose it at the first feel of her and he had no intention of letting it be over that pathetically. She would scream from his fuck. Sam kept her eyes open, watching his body, any part of him she could see, as his muscles contracted violently and hearing his desperate, lost, scream that hit her cheek when he was suddenly inside her and her muscles quivered to accept his penetration. He was hard and hot and his size forced her to stretch relentlessly around him and accept him. Jack's scream turned into a growl he released in her shoulder, where his head dropped.
He was jerking over her, eyes screwed shut and his left hand sneaking under her shoulder and holding her to him for leverage as he bucked into her. She could feel him force his breathing to calm and his body to relax over her and she waited quietly, her hands petting his back patiently. She found the second blanket with a hand and pulled it over his lower back. "We wait until you're ready…" She whispered, placing a kiss on his head and holding it with a gentle hand. God, he felt stupid, coming so close to blowing his load from the smallest move inside her. He groaned in her shoulder, but waited, still pinching the base of his dick. "Shh… we wait. I want this to last too…" He nodded and waited until her warm, wet feel eased the pain and the promise of the sweet fuck she would give him, drove the desperation away. And then he pumped into her shortly, releasing his dick. She squealed and he pumped again, this time feeling her shudder. "Oh, God!" She moaned.
Both his hands moved under her back and gripped her shoulders for leverage, pulling off her as much as he could, to look at her face. Her head arched back and she gasped silently with every pump of his hips. When he pushed inside and swirled his pelvis against her he saw the deep, ragged moan rise form her chest with the arch in her body and break from her lips. He held her fast, his hips taking a more urgent, powerful tempo, his cock pounding heavily into her body. She took him all in, stretched around him, moaned and gasped as she watched his face and the flashes of pleasure or pain play over his features. His hands fisted in her short blond hair as he found leverage in his new grip of her and rode her furiously. Her eyes closed and her legs locked behind him, her thighs clamping on either side of him. Her body was blissful perfection as it received him, hugged and squeezed his dick, wet and hot, dripping around him, quivering and tempting him to lose all trace of sanity. "Carter!" He growled her name, begging, praying for control, his fingers fisting tighter in her hair.
His own mind stopped working as he fell forward over her, his face in her neck, gripping her hair tight, gliding over her over and over, as he slammed his length inside her. He grunt in her neck, hot breath washing over her aroused skin, a hoarse sound escaping him with every thrust he made. Long and slow, drawing on ever last trace of control he had. This had to last. Forever if he could, damn everything, this had to last, because she was warm and soft under him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her hands gliding over his back, her calves pressing on his ass. He was never going to end this. He gripped and tugged at her soft silky hair over and over, moving over her, skin rubbing against skin, feeling her tight nipples graze his chest, moaning and groaning in her neck. Her scent was all around him, her skin against his face, and his teeth bit at it, lips sucked, and she only arched her neck for him. "Carter…" He breathed again. "I need you…"
They could hear the rain over their ragged breathing and throaty moans, they could smell the hay and each other, feel it rough under their skin, the picnic covers under her back and over his legs as he fucked her relentlessly. This was beyond reality for both of them. 8 years of waiting and wanting ended in the kinkiest sex scenario either of them could think of. She wrapped her arms tighter over him, eyes parting lightly as she kissed his sweaty shoulder and looked down his thrusting body. Her former CO was fucking her in a barn.
The throaty groan she released drew a swift slam of his cock inside her. "Oh, God, sir!" He was so good, so passionate, so desperate for her. The way his hands were fisted in her hair, controlling and demanding sent shivers down her spine. It was raw and rough and Sam loved every second of his possession. She traced her own hands up his back and gripped his short silver hair, forcefully pulling his head back. Jack's eyes were closed, his lips parted in a rough groan. "Fuck me!" She commanded and he rammed himself deep inside her. "Oh, God… Fuck me!"
Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair and meeting every pump of his hips with her own, she pulled his neck to her lips. He was too lost in the exquisite sensation ripping through his body as he thrust into her without a trace of control, to fight her demanding moves. Her lips latched to his neck, sucking provocatively at his pulse point, licking up and down every line of his neck, her ragged breathing fluttering over the heated, now moist skin and cooling it. His rhythm faltered for a moment and she felt the growl vibrate in his throat, but she held him to her lips. Every grip she made in his hair, every twist and pull was repeated by Jack's hands in her hair, while he kept pounding her body fervently. Her tongue dipped and swirled in the hollow of his throat, slippery and poking at the skin. He thrust into her swiftly and harsh and her breath exploded in his neck, her thighs clamping tighter around him.
Close, she was close and she could feel her muscles fluttering sporadically around his penetrating length. She shivered at the thought of breaking as violently as she knew she would be broken, and her lips moved with desperation over his neck. She could taste the salt in his fine sheen of sweat, she could feel his wild pulse, feel the vibrations of his sexy grunts and groans. The skin was smooth and warm, saturated with the taste of him and she sunk her teeth in it for a powerful bite. He jerked over her and his moves became wild. "Carter… stop it…" He groaned.
"No." She nipped at the tendons and his hands pulled at her hair.
"I'll blow righ here! Stop it!" She nipped and nuzzled behing his ear. "Carter!"
"No." She sucked, licked, covering every inch of his neck with her tongue and lips. She scraped her teeth over his wind pipe and nipped at the skin over his Adam's apple. Jack shuddered and hissed, too out of control to fight her. Her lips and tongue and teeth made love to his neck, leaving him to make love to her body. He was lost to her, the tanned skin begging for the little nips and sucks she placed over it. His earlobe, the spot behind his hear, she bit and flicked her tongue over it, the line of his jaw, every line and contour of his neck, submitted to her mouth. He felt the change in her breathing as she neared her release and thrust harder, forced himself in deeper, slamming into her with swift moves. "Sir…" She whimpered in his neck.
Their grip of the other one's hair tightened again, him trying to pull her head back, her pulling his neck against her as she buried her face in it with a shaky cry. He forced her head back, revealing her face to him, eyes screwed shut in maddening, fierce sensations and a scream waiting to break from her lips with her orgasm. He rubbed his length over her clit relentlessly and she started shaking under him. Sam's nails scraped down his shoulders and held on for dear life as he rode her heavily. Holding her steady, he crushed her under him and glided over her in one last, vicious, deep thrust into her, rubbing constantly over her clit. Her scream broke with her orgasm and she arched under him, nails breaking his skin and body convulsing violently in her release. The scream turned into a kneeing cry as her body clamped around his deeply imbedded cock. She squeezed him savagely, wave after wave of spasms crashing over her. He was pressed over her, feeling her body convulse and thrash under him, her cries and screams washing over him.
Jack's hands released her hair and his fingers dug in the hay covered ground, groaning through his clenched teeth as he watched her come under him. He forced another thrust into her quivering body and she sobbed, jerking. Her body massaged him, pulled him, tugged at his rigid, engorged flesh and he lost himself in the end. His head dropped to her shoulder, grounding himself to the ground and slamming into her, fast and furious, jerking and groaning with every erratic move of his hips. She was slowly coming down from the wild sensations drowning her, feeling Jack still fuck her powerfully, for his own release and she welcomed him with a blissful joy. She was aware of the hands bracing him on the ground and she was aware of his nails digging savagely in the ground and the dirt under the layer of hay, as his body tensed and coiled fast.
Jack's breath exploded in her neck in a wild primal scream, his body jerking and shaking over her. He sunk his dick as deep inside her as he could, his come hot and powerful as it washed inside her and she trembled under him. His body was rigid and pressing down on her, his orgasm ripping at him, contracting every little muscle in his body and sending spikes of pleasure up his spine. He was trying to go deeper inside her, his cry turning into a lost shaking growl. He felt his body ripped to pieces, but nothing in his life ever felt this strong, this overwhelming and this complete. His orgasm tore at him, it ripped, whipped his nerve endings and forced scream after scream off his lips, and all he could do was pray it would never end. It felt like it lasted forever, and he swore he could die now because he lived a full life in the seconds he came inside her body.
When the orgasm died down and released his body from the coiled tension, Jack started shaking and collapsed over her, heavy and hard, shivering in the aftermath, breathing fast and ragged in her ear. She didn't push him off, just held him, arms around his shoulders, thighs cradling his narrow hips, legs wrapped around him and locked behind his back. His shivers died down and he only twitched now and then when one of her own last tremors fluttered around his softening dick. His fingers relaxed their grip in the ground, trying to support at least some of his weight on his weak forearms as they both panted heavily. Jack felt her hands grip the blanket from his legs and pull it up to cover him fully and he turned his head away from her neck.
He still couldn't move, not even enough to roll weakly off her and Sam held him without a single whimper of protest. She stroked his hair soothingly, feeling the nape of his neck damp from sweat, feeling his ragged, erratic breathing. "Ok, sir?" She whispered. The moment was too sweet, too perfect to be broken.
"Weak…" Even his voice was hoarse. "Pathetic…" She refused to think it was anger she sensed in his voice. She turned her head but couldn't see his face as he was looking away from her, and he didn't let her pull his head off her shoulder. "Don't…" He begged and Sam let him be. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him. She drew a deep breath and she didn't even realize how close to the surface her emotions were until she found herself sobbing. Jack went stiff over her again and she felt him fumble. When she turned to look at the back of his head she saw him wipe quickly at his eyes with the back of his hand and she was left breathless and half in shock. He turned to look at her, pushing himself on his forearms to see her. His face was a picture of calm and control, except for his red eyes. "Carter?" He asked. "You ok?" Even his voice was back under control. If she hadn't seen his quick move and his eyes she would have never known about his own carefully masked tears.
"Yeah… you?" She risked the question and his eyes closed a second. Her hands farmed his face and her thumbs wiped his cheekbones feeling the skin still slightly damp. He groaned when he figured out he'd been caught and dropped his forehead to hers.
"Never left me this weak and helpless." He confessed and she smiled.
"That good, huh sir?"
He smiled down at her. "You have no idea."
"Oh I think I might…" She drew her calves up his ass. "You're right. It was never this strong." She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him weakly. He sighed against her lips, his own moving lazily against hers. "We're just this good for each other, aren't we?"
"Definitely something to keep me happy in DC." He whispered against her cheek. "Carter, I need to get off of you before I pass out from exhaustion."
Her ankles unlocked from behind him and her arms relaxed so he could pull off her. "This good, huh?" She said again, blushing slightly. He smiled wide at her and bent to suck at a nipple. "Oh… Ok…" His teeth sunk in the flesh before he released it with a soft kiss. His lips closed over hers as he pulled his dick out of her slowly. "Ah… I kind of… liked you there… sir."
He grinned and couldn't help himself from saying it. "That good, huh Carter?" She bit her lip and blushed.
And then she decided not to let him get away with it. He was still over her when she sneaked a hand between them and gripped his soft dick giving it a long stroke. "Perfect stretch, sir. Great depth." He groaned, his eyes filled with laughter as he looked at her. He rolled to her side and rearranged the blankets so they'd lay fully on one and be well covered by the other. He spooned her to his chest and Sam cuddled in his chest with a happy sound. She threaded her fingers through his and brought his hands to her lips placing a sweet kiss to each. She saw his nails covered in dirt from clawing at the ground when he came inside her. She hadn't thought he had done it this savagely. He had dug his fingers hard and deep in the ground, with a passion that matched his cries. "Sir…" She kissed his hands again hugging them to her chest while she grabbed the edge of the blanket and started cleaning his fingers.
"Carter…" He tried to pull his hands from hers, suddenly slightly self conscious that she was seeing so clearly how easily and how much she made him lose control over her. "Don't…" But she wouldn't let him go. She snuggled deeper in his embrace and with a soft shushing sound she took every finger and lovingly cleaned it. Jack closed his eyes, his face in her hair and gave in, letting her do this for him. In a way he wanted her to know.
"So sleepy…" She whispered turning in his arms when she was done with his hands. He gladly pulled her to his chest and held her securely, wrapping them tightly in the blanket.
"Yeah...." He kissed her hair. "We can sleep for a while. Still raining…" The rain poured outside, and the smell of hay mixed with their scent and wrapped them in a feel of comfort and seclusion. Sam kissed his neck and settled in for sleep. She didn't care how outrageous this whole situation was.
Some time later she heard some noise, felt Jack move away from her, but her brain was still too out of it to care, especially since it didn't take long before he was back under the covers with her, taking her back in his comforting arms. When Sam woke up fully he was already awake and playing with her hair. She sighed and rolled on top of him, resting her chin on her folded arms on his chest. "How long?"
"2 hours… just about." He said smiling. "We need to talk…" He said and she could sense his tension.
*Shit!* She thought. "Ok…"
"What would you say if… lets say I planned all this?"
Her eyes went wide. "You what?"
"Let me just finish, ok?" He winced at her. "You remember when Cassie went with David for a walk and I didn't let 20 minutes pass before I went after them?" Sam nodded and waited. Pulling herself off him and to his side. He turned to look at her, head propped on his hand. "That's when I found this place. And after sending them back to camp I took a look around it and well… you know…"
"Fantasies flared?" Sam teased with a raised eyebrow.
He coughed. "Yeah, well… pretty much… Not that I intended to get you here and screw your brains out…" She raised an eyebrow looking at their blanket covered naked bodies. "Seriously… look, after Daniel got the allergies and left with T, I told Cassie to take David and the car and just take off." Sam's mouth dropped open. "I just wanted some time alone with you!" Jack said raising his hands. "I'm going for DC, God knows when we'll get to see each other again, I just wanted us to be completely alone and… you know… talk, say things we couldn't say before… clear up some things…"
"Screw each other's brains out…" She provided.
Jack groaned defeated. "Can't say I haven't thought of it. But I hadn't planned on it being in this barn. I also, didn't plan on the rain. Need I remind you I don't have weather controlling abilities?"
"I'm seriously doubting that right now, sir."
"Carter!" He groaned. "I remembered this place after the rain started and figured it could provide shelter until I got Cassie to come back for us. Didn't expect her to ignore us, or to… you know… have us end up… naked and under the blankets… you know… Not that I'm sorry it happened."
"You'd better not be."
He smiled. "Sorry I got us stranded in the rain."
She sighed. "I'm not. And I know you ain't either." He laughed softly and held her eyes as her hand moved and caressed his cheek.
"Umm… look… there's more…" She looked at him surprised. "I talked to Cassie and David and told them to bring back a car and some stuff… I was wondering…" Jack cleared his throat and she looked at him carefully. "Look, they left my truck outside and we can go home now… or… how you feel about spending the night here?"
"What?"
"We've got the sleeping bags and other stuff we need… It's already 6 PM… so… I mean… you know… totally alone here in the middle of nowhere… we could make it last a bit more…"
She smiled at him. "You planned this, huh?" He was starting to wince. "I'm still not convinced you didn't have the rain planed too." He smiled. If only. "Yeah… I'd love to stay the night." He grinned like a fool and rolled over her the next second, kissing her neck and shoulder. "Jack!" She screamed laughing and they both froze the next second. He pulled back and stared down at her, smiling widely when she clamped a hand over her mouth. "Oh God…" She whispered.
"Another interesting possibility DC offers us… Samantha…" She smiled back. It was ok to call him Jack now. She didn't have to say 'sir' when they were alone. He was Jack now to her. She grinned. "Let's get settled for the night." He said and moved off her, pulling his jeans and the T-shirt on, moving to get the stuff for the night. "Come on…" He pulled her up to him and held her against him. "We'll remember this forever…" He whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead, his fingers softly brushing her hair.
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In a short time they had the sleeping bags and blankets, along with two flashlights settled at the upper level of the barn on some soft hay. The left overs from the picnic was more then enough to hold them for dinner and maybe even breakfast in the morning.
It was dark, the only light in the barn coming from their flashlights, Jack sitting on the covers, propped up against a pile of hay they made, holding Sam in his arms. They had enough blankets to cover them separately, far from being willing to put on any clothes. And she was so happy for that because Jack now had a hand under her blanket and was toying with a breast, while she rested with her head on his chest. She could hear his strong heart beat, feel him breathe, her own hand around his waist, letting him explore her skin. She had had her turn at feeling him, hesitant and almost shy as she caressed his ass, his chest, abdomen. But it was ok to do that now. She could have her hands roaming his naked body. He was no longer her CO. After 8 years of calling him 'sir' with a passion, she could have her hand on his ass. She buried her face in his chest, barely able to believe this was real now. Jack's hand slipped lower on her body and between her legs, feeling her part her thighs as she moaned surprised. "Jack…"
"How do you feel?" He asked, nuzzling her hair.
"Again?" She returned with a smile in her voice.
"Always… So long…" His answer was followed by a repositioning of his hips so he could brush his hard on against her thigh. "Will miss you so much…"
"Oh…" She gasped and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and alert. She moved a hand to grip his dick and stroke up once. She couldn't believe she could do this so freely. Feel him in her hand hot and hard for her, move lower and fondle his balls. He moaned pleased and part his thighs for her. "You wanna fuck again or should I just finish you like this?"
His breathing sped up. "You always talk this dirty Carter?"
"No…" She blushed slightly. "I like it with you. You want me to stop?"
"Hell no!" His hand cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips. "For me only." A smile spread over her lips.
"How do you want me, sir?" She asked kissing him and staring right in his eyes. His hands gripped her waist and turned her around, sitting her in his lap.
"You wet?" Jack whispered nuzzling her ear, his hand brushing her belly and probing between her folds with a finger. As relaxed as Sam had been to his caress of her breast her body had responded and he found her wet, even if not as ready as he would have liked. "Can you take me in?" She nodded, grinding herself on his probing fingers, a bit more moisture gathering. "Sit up." She lift herself on her knees and straddled his thighs. He held her waist and helped her move over him. "Open yourself." He ordered and she moved her hands under her to part her folds and give him better access to her body. "God…" He whispered, his breathing ragged as he watched her open her body for his cock. "Good girl." He moaned, gripping her hips and placing a kiss on her spine.
He lowered her slowly until he had the head nudging her opening. He twist his hips, circling it and wetting himself, feeling the wetness that gathered drip a little down his shaft. He moved forward a bit and nudged her clit with the head, feeling her buck and yelp. "Jack!"
"Sam?" He teased her, nudging her clit again and she whined.
"Jack… Fuck me." He moved back to her opening and pulled her down while he thrust up and impaled her in one move. She screamed short and sharp and arched, grinding her hips on him. "God, you're good!" He nuzzled in her hair, waiting for his own body to stop bucking against her ass. She was pulsing around him, slick and hot, such a perfect stretch around him.
"Move on me…" He whispered in her ear and she started pulling herself off and slip back down. She used her legs, bent on either side on him to rise on her knees, until only the head was in, before she thrust herself back own. He held her waist to help her and thrust back up against her each time. "Come here…" He pulled her against his chest and left her to fucking herself on him while his hands moved to knead her breasts. "Faster!" He ordered. And she obeyed. This wasn't going to be slow, this was going to go fast and hard, both of them set on nothing more but fucking to a sweet orgasm. Jack squeezed her breasts and tweaked the nipples until she moaned. "You close Carter?" He whispered sucking on her earlobe. She only whimpered and kept moving.
His hands squeezed her harder, pinching the nipples and rolling them between his fingers. "Ah! Jack!" He would bruise her nipples, they both new, but who would see or care? And she knew his lips would soothe it later. She was riding him hard and relentless, taking him in deep and fast, bouncing on his hard shaft as forcefully as she could. "Jack…" She whimpered, moving her hand down to rub her clit. "God, you're so good…" He nipped at her neck while his hands knead her breast greedily. "Jack…" She was begging him now, starting to twitch around his dick, her moves becoming less controlled, her body jerking and shuddering whenever she took him in. He kissed the spot behind her ear and she whimpered at the soft touch.
"Get yourself off for me, Sam." She groaned at the words, pressing herself down on him and twisting her hips, her body, pulsing around him strong. "God!" He grunt in her hair, thrusting up against her on instinct. "Keep doing that..." She obeyed, twisting her hips on him on every stroke and her fingers rubber harder against her clit. His fingers dug in the soft mounds harder, trying to keep himself in control until she came. She was killing him, and there was nothing more he would have loved at that moment than roll over her, face down and ram himself inside her frantically. "Sam…" He whispered, eyes closed, face brushing in her hair. "Wanted you so bad…"
"I know…" She whispered, allowing her head to fall back on his shoulder. "I know, Jack…" He couldn't get enough of hearing her say his name while she fucked herself on him. The hands he had on her breasts pulled her harder against his chest and his hips amplified their thrusts into her. "Yes… Ah, please…" She bounced harder on him.
His rough hands sent tingles down her nerves right to her clit and she pulsed around his shaft again. "Sam… I can't… please…" She felt his mouth press to the side of her neck, sucking and sinking is teeth deep and hard into her. He couldn't stop himself when he felt her pulse on his dick again and he pulled her down hard while swiftly thrusting up into her. She yelped in surprise and the sharp spikes of pleasure the shot through her and she came arching in his arms, and strangling the wild scream that broke from her lungs. She kept her fingers on her clit, the other one coming over his, threading through his fingers as he twist her nipple. Her body contracted around him in wave after wave, tugging at his flesh, desperately trying to pull his cock deeper inside her. Her screams died down to little soft whines as her body kept jerking in his tight embrace.
Jack couldn't hold on anymore, his teeth clenching against rough growls. She stayed passive and wiling against him, when his arms hugged her torso and waist to him and he rolled with her and over her. She was still shuddering around his hard cock when she found herself mostly face down on the hay with his heavy weight over her and his shaft inside her. His hand guided one of her thighs open and her knee bent and up to her side to give him access to her body. He started pounding into her the second after, giving in to the fierce desire that the last waves of her orgasm released in him. "Yes, Jack…" She moaned, the new angle pulling at her body sweetly and exquisitely. She could feel his ragged, erratic breathing hit the back of her neck, his forearms bracing him on the hay covered wooden floor. "Jack…" She whined feeling his body glide over hers fast and demanding as he pumped her body freely. "Fuck me…"
He kissed and then bit the back of her neck, muffling his screams in her skin. She squirmed under him, moaning in delicious pleasure at his penetrations. And then he tensed and growled in her ear his hips slamming uncontrolled against her ass. "Sam!" He impaled her deep and hard and she felt his come shoot inside her, his body crushing her to the floor, bucking violently against her. She threaded her fingers with his forming their laced hands into fists so he wouldn't claw at the wood and have his nails bleed.
He was shaking and spasmming over her and she could see the convulsions in his arms. He squeezed her fingers, digging his nails in his palm until his knuckles turned white and his hands were shaking. He could feel her juices, warm and sticky, on the fingers she had had rubbing her clit and his body kept shuddering over her, his hips thrusting wildly into her in the last throws of his release. "I love you..." He grunt the words in her hair, a sob more than a shudder running through him. There was another groan and a tremor or his orgasm, before he spoke again. "God, I love you so much…"
Sam screwed her eyes shut, squeezing his hands in hers and praying to God he was conscious of what he had said and said it willingly and not in the maddening pleasure coursing through him. She felt his body relax progressively and press her down more, her breathing getting harder, but she didn't try to move him. He was panting heavily in her nape, his body limp, his fingers still threaded with hers. And she waited until he tried to pull himself off her but only managed to push his body up an inch before his exhausted arms gave in and he was once again pressing her down. "Fuck…" He mumbled in her back, face buried between her shoulder blades.
"It's ok. Stay." She said, pulling one of his arms around her in a hug. "You're not heavy."
"This is slightly embarrassing, Carter. Shit, I'm not this old!" He tried to push himself up again but this time he didn't even make that inch. He groaned defeated and let her support his weight. "Push me off if you can't breathe." She didn't, just sighed and cuddled comfortably under his heavy weight. "Fuck…" He mumbled.
"Will you stop that, sir?" Jack stilled. "What is it so embarrassing about us being so great together that you're left totally spent after coming inside me?" He groaned and buried his face deeper between her shoulder blades. "You left me just as weak, Jack. I'm glad I am just as good for you." He pressed a hard, wet kiss on her spine and she shivered softly. He kissed her again and again and she moaned.
"God, yes!" He groaned. "You were great." He found enough strength to push himself off her and leave the warm, sweet feel of her body. He rolled her over and pulled her in his arms on the blankets. "You're perfect." He whispered, kissing her cheek. "You're absolutely amazing." He brought her damp fingers to his lips and slipped each one slowly in his mouth, cleaning her juices off. He heard her gasp and moan, but he was too busy twirling his warm slippery tongue around her fingers to pay attention to it. She kissed his neck, his collarbones, traced the line of his jaw with her lips before she brushed his lips with hers. Jack moaned and left himself at her mercy. She kept her eyes open, tracing her now clean fingers down his cheek and kissing him slow and deep. She could see his features change from relaxed and amused to more and more passionate and serious and she moved her tongue in his mouth and caressed him. And then he was moaning in her mouth, trailing his hand to her hair.
The fingers she had tracing the lines of his face made him open his heavy black eyes and saw her watching him. He didn't stop the kiss, didn't take control. Just looked back at her, her face, her eyes, every detail of her as she tongued him. If anyone would have told him he'd live to see this much love on her face while looking at him, he'd have never believed it. And yet there they were, lips crashing and tongues tangling while she looked at him like he was everything she had ever lived for. Jack framed her face and finally they parted with a last slip of their tongues over the other. "I meant what I said, Sam." She looked at him. "I do love you." She smiled wide and bright and this time, and finally he didn't have to pretend not to notice her glow or pretend to be unaffected. He grinned with her, placing kisses over her smiling face. "I love you so much, Carter! Like mad, I'm desperate for you."
"I love you too, sir." He didn't mind the sir. In fact it gave her words a stronger sense of reality. She always called him sir. His Carter always called him 'sir' and this was his Carter. The words were real. So were her lips now trailing over his eyebrow scar. "I love you." She whispered. The relaxed, pleased sigh he released amazed her. So did the pure joy she saw on his face. "Come on. Sleep." She said and pulled out of his arms.
They fumbled with the sleeping bags and they both crawled in one, blankets handy if they were going to be cold. Sam moaned a happy little sound as she cuddled in his arms. This was perfect. The night air was washing in through windows and cracks in the walls and surrounding them in a pleasant fresh scent and calm. He kissed the top of her head before he settled in for his own sleep. But he kept watching her and the blissful expression she had on her face as she waited for sleep to claim her in his arms. "You smell like violets." He whispered, fingers playing with her blond hair, learning the feel of it in his hands.
"There's a field with them outside." She said, not opening her eyes. "I can smell them too." She nuzzled his chest and placed a kiss on his breastbone. "And you." His hand gripped her hair softly when she placed another kiss on his chest. "I like you…" She whispered. "Could wrap myself in you…" Her eyes opened, sleepy and sated, and she placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I still say you smell like violets." He said looking at her. "And rain." She smiled and settled back in his arms for her sleep. There was a long moment of silence, but neither of them slept. "Come to DC with me." Jack said in one breath and her head snapped up to look at him. He held her eyes, trying not to give in to the sudden rush of anxiety he felt. "Come to DC with me." He said again. "Ask for a re-assignment to DC. Still in the SG program. The Pentagon would love to have you. You wouldn't answer to me… we can…" His anxiety grew. "Try to… we could get a place together there… you know… have this… keep this…" He tried hard not to pant as she looked at him. "Oh, for crying out loud, say something, Carter…" He mumbled, desperate.
"You want us to live together in DC?" She asked and he nodded. "Our own house, come home together, wake up together…" She whispered and Jack was starting to realize he had pushed her too far too fast. Her fingers traced his face. "Sleep together. No one could say it's wrong…" Sam smiled down at him. "I could definitely go with this…" She pressed her body flat against his and his arms went around her. "On a regular basis…" She sighed and propped her forehead against his. "You leave in 2 weeks and it will take some time to get my reassignment through." She sighed.
"I know. Get a leave from the SGC and come with me in 2 weeks. We can pick out a place together, help me get settled. You can return to the SGC if your leave is through and you don't get the reassignment by then and return later. You'll need to pack up your stuff anyway. But come with me now. Please." She pulled back and smiled at him. "I don't want to go to DC alone and I want to come home to you, even for a little while."
Sam's smile grew. "Yeah… I could do that." His hands pulled her head to his and kissed her long and sweet. No tongue, no fire, no desperation. Just relief. Incredible, overwhelming relief that she agreed to be a part of his life. Live with him, share a house, a bed. A life. The rest of his life, if he played his cards right. And he swore he would. Up to the last detail. She lowered her head back to his chest and nuzzled him, nudging her nose against his small nipple. His chest rose with a sudden deep breath and she felt his hands tighten a bit in her hair. "We're rushing things, you know?" She whispered, closing her lips on the nipple and sucking softly and wetly.
"I know…" He said in a chocked breath. "I don't care…" He moaned when she flicked the tip with her tongue, swirling around it and flicking again. And again. "Waited too long…" His hands fisted tighter, almost pulling at her hair when she trapped the nipple between her teeth and tugged slowly. "Carter…" He arched his back with her and she looked up at his face and swore he could harden again right there. His eyes were black and fierce, staring right into her with a possession and need she never saw in him before. "Fuck Carter, that's so sweet." She held his eyes and sucked at him slow and hard and his hands held her head to him. "God, what are you doing to me?" He whispered and she smiled.
"Sorry." She said shyly. "But I love you…" She whispered, kissing the nipple and burying her face in his chest. He growled and hugged her fiercely.
"Please do." He forced the words out over his ragged breathing. "I love you too." She kissed his forehead and rolled him so she could hold his head to her chest. Jack didn't fight her, went with her willingly and found himself pillowed on her breasts. Now this was haven. She heard him sigh deeply, a heart breaking sound, like he had reached the end of a life long journey. He was limp and calm in her arms, his own going around her and tangling his legs with hers. He wetly sucked the nipples he hurt while he fucked her, kissed and gently caressed them with the tip of his fingers. With a last soft kiss he rest his head back on her chest, watching the nipple tighten under his breath.
Her fingers brushed his short hair. "'Night, sir." She whispered rearranging the sleeping bag around them so they wouldn't be cold.
"Good Night Sam." Even his voice sounded weak and calmer than she had ever heard him and she could feel his eyes grow heavy and close with the fluttering of his eyelashes against her breast.
She smiled and kissed his head whispering against his hair. "Good Night Jack." She felt him smile, and she knew as she held him that she wouldn't fall asleep until she felt him sleep calmly in her arms. It didn't take long for Sam to feel his breathing change to a shallow, soft pattern, feel his body relax and remain limp in her embrace. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply and softly tightening her arms around his bare shoulders. She was sleeping naked with General O'Neill in a barn. And it was all right. She found herself smiling widely at the thought.
So she never figured it would be in a barn, but this was what made it all that much better. They didn't plan it, didn't over think it, didn't go with long exhausting talks. They found themselves free, they found themselves together and alone and they just felt everything they had been feeling for the past 8 years and for the first time acted on it. This was how it should have been like. Feel and do. This was what Sam had been craving for. The opportunity to not hide her feelings and overwhelming desire for him under cool masks and distant, professional attitude. Her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep over aware of the contours of Jack's naked body pressed tightly to hers to keep him warm. This was a great way to fall asleep.
There was this annoying cling that wouldn't go away and Sam instinctively reached out to punch her alarm clock, but her hand fell on hay. Her eyes snapped open and she saw the roof of the barn, memories of the last day and night coming back to her. It was morning already. "Oh…" She whispered and she felt Jack stir over her, his face nuzzling between her breasts and stilling as he kept sleeping. "Oh…" She whispered again, looking down at his silver hair on her chest, her arms moving around him. "God…" She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. This had to be the craziest thing she ever did. And loved it. If it weren't for that damn cling that wouldn't stop.
She looked to the window above their heads and saw old chimes hanging there, rustling in the wind. *Figures.* She thought. The rain had stopped and it was a bright sun outside, a pleasant heat coming in the barn. The chimes were the last touch to the fantasy they were living. She had no idea what time it was, but Sam knew she had no intention of leaving yet. She could stay like this here forever and she wouldn't care about anything else but make love to the man sleeping blissfully on her chest. If only things could be that simple for them. Clear skies and hay and this man moving steadily inside her willing body. Her hand stroked his hair, waiting for him to wake up and enjoying the moments when she could study him freely like this.
His slow breath was tickling the swell of her breast, the skin of his shoulders warm and smooth under her fingers, a scar here, one there, making his body even more erotic to the touch. There was hay in his hair, sticking out here and there and she smiled, picking a strand out. He was simply the most sensual sight she ever experienced. She picked out another stand of hay out of the silver hair and he stirred again. He breathed in deeply and Sam felt his eyelashes flutter over her skin as he opened his eyes. Jack stilled for a moment and she smiled to herself, not moving, letting him take in the memories of what they had done and where they were. He was still for long moments and Sam suddenly started to worry.
Her fingers curled around the back of his neck and stroked him softly and soothingly. "Jack…" She whispered. Slowly he moved and looked up at her. His eyes were sleepy, his face puffy from sleep and with the silly looking hay that was in his hair she found herself grinning widely at him. "Morning." She whispered. He smiled back, lazily and lifted up on his forearms, coming to hover above her. He held her eyes for long moments, her hands running down his bare chest, before he bent his head and kissed her softly. She sighed against his lips and Jack felt her tongue poke out and lick his lips, parting them and running around his teeth, pleading for access to his mouth. He part his teeth slowly, framing her face with his hands and looking down at her, while she slipped the tip of her tongue in his mouth to tangle with his.
He brushed hair off her face, letting her control the kiss as she wanted it and bumped his nose against hers. She opened her eyes and held his laughing eyes while he continued to rub the tip of their noses together. He part his lips form hers, but stayed right there. "Morning, Sam." He whispered against her lips, nudging her nose with his. "You're real…" He whispered, looking at her face.
"So are you…"
He kissed her forehead and nuzzled her neck, placing a brief kiss at the spot behind her ear. "Jesus, I though it t was just a dream."
"Me too…" Her own arms tightened around his shoulders.
They didn't get the chance to say anything more because there was a loud ring. Jack lifted his head off her neck and they looked at each other while the ring kept on. "Mine…" He said, finally recognizing the sound of his cell phone and shuffling off her body, which he hated just as much as she did, and got out of the bag, picking up his cell and answering. "O'Neill." He said and Sam watched him as he slumped down on the stretched blankets from last night and carry out his conversation with Walter. She could also see he was hard, and loved the feeling of familiarity that was born between them, that he didn't feel like he had to cover himself from her. With a smile she kept her eyes on his face waiting to see if it was something serious, but he finally caught her eyes and waved her worries away. From the conversation it was probably more paper work referring to his reassignment.
Sam stretched and climbed out of the bag, coming to lie by his side and curling to his side. She felt his arm wrap around her shoulders immediately and hold her to him while he carried out his conversation like they've been doing this for years. He was so much at ease with her in his arms, naked by his side, curled up to his heat while he was talking on the phone. She watched him stare up at the ceiling while he talked, his hand currently threading through her hair and she smiled, kissing his neck. Jack didn't react other than petting her hair and she moved to his shoulder, letting him talk and focusing on his body. She licked his collarbones and kissed his breast bone, looking at him still on the phone. His fingers brushed the side of her face but he was still focused on the call. So he could multi task she realized and Sam found that thought very interesting.
She licked her lips and closed them around his nipple, sucking wetly and flicking it with her tongue. His hand moved to the back of her head to hold her to him, while he didn't skip a beat with Walter. She kept playing with her tongue on the nipple and finally his eyes moved to her face when she bit down softly and rolled it between her teeth. He still didn't miss the talk he had. His fingers in her hair even encouraged her on and she obeyed with an amused glow in her eyes. Sam licked the nipple with the flat of her tongue and moved lower, swirling her tongue around his belly button and feeling the muscles in his abdomen quiver at her first touch.
The hard shaft of his erection was right under her lips and she looked up to his dark eyes. Jack didn't sign for her to stop, just looked down at her, waiting. She was free to do whatever she wanted and she smiled. Sam kissed the juncture of his thigh, softly and wetly and holding his eyes she mouthed 'I love you' to him before she kissed the head. She saw his eyes close and the hand in her hair fist tightly. When he looked back down at her he forced himself to relax and he mouthed 'I love you' back to her. She placed another wet kiss on the head and moved down his length with sloppy wet kisses until her lips closed on his balls and she played with the flat of her tongue over them. His thighs parted more and she took full advantage of his invitation.
She sucked at his balls until she felt Jack arch slightly upwards and she scraped her teeth over his sac. That was when his eyes snapped to hers and she saw his jaw clench. If the fire she saw flash in his eyes was any indication, he loved that little threat so Sam smiled and repeated the move, tracing her teeth up to the base of his dick. The hand he had in her hair tightened almost painfully and she saw his breathing quicken, but still he was able to keep the conversation going. She licked up his underside with the hard tip of her tongue and felt his hips arch. Still he wasn't going to put the phone down or cut the conversation short and she raised an eyebrow at him. Jack just held her eyes and she saw a passionate spark in them. He wasn't going to stop her from giving him head while he was on the phone with the SGC.
As outrageous as the thought seemed, Sam found herself smiling back up at him and wet her lips before she lowered her head and take the broad head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue over him, wet and hot, tightening her lips around him in a perfect pressure and she sucked hard, his hips bucking instantly against her face. She let him thrust more of his dick in her mouth, the hand in her hair hesitantly pushing her head down. She went with him and he grew bolder in guiding her. She started sucking at him, hard and steady, her head moving up and down in his lap. His back was arching and she could hear his breathing becoming labored with every move of her head. Still she didn't stop, nor did his call, so she tightened her lips more and sucked even harder, running her tongue over the head. She dipped the tip in his opening and she felt his hand grip her hair and his hips jerk against her face. He would have to end the call soon.
She kept the motion up a little longer until next time she dipped her tip in his opening Sam heard him end the conversation with Walter. She felt Jack's hand guide her head down on him, asking her to go even deeper and she did. She relaxed her throat and let him thrust in her mouth so he'd hit the back of her throat with every pump of his hips. Finally she heard the cell phone snap shut and he dropped it to the side, moving both his hands to her hair. "Jesus, Carter!" He groaned deep and thrust his hips against her face. "Sorry…" He breathed, and she felt him trying to restrain himself, but the hand she moved to his balls chased that thought away. The smile he saw in her eyes let him know it was ok. She didn't want him restrained, she didn't want him controlled. She wanted him to fuck her mouth however he wanted to. "Ah! Fuck!" He exhaled sharply, thrusting in her mouth and feeling her receive the head down her throat.
She moaned on him and his back arched. "Christ Sam, you're fucking amazing!" She could feel the shiver in his hips as he was nearing his release and she kept taking him down her throat, hitting the head against the back of her throat, and his body grew progressively rigid under her. With a last dip in his opening he groaned through clenched teeth and bucked in her mouth. Her lips tightened around him and felt him shake and buck, his come shoot powerfully out of him and flood her mouth. Sam swallowed at him greedily, feeling some of it slip from between her lips and drip down his shaft. Her mind was spinning from his taste, finally his real, true taste, not her fantasies, and the feel of his come flood her mouth and trace down her throat as she swallowed. Jack was groaning and trembling under her, his hands fists in her hair. And then he thrust his dick in her mouth again, hard and deep, forging himself as deep as he could before he collapsed limp and groaning on the covers.
Her mouth softened on him, slipping him sensually out from her mouth and cleaning him up. She eased him back and soothed him with kisses on his softening dick, on his thighs and belly. There was a random shudder coursing through him now and then, but he pulled her up to him. "Oh, fuck, Sam!" He crushed his lips to hers, tasting himself on her lips and in her mouth and loving the knowledge that he came down her throat and she swallowed him. He couldn't remember the last time a woman did that for him. "Jeez, you're amazing!" He whispered, running his tongue around her willing mouth. "That was so good… God!" She smiled at him and Jack ran his thumb over her lips. "You let me do that…" He said softly.
She placed a kiss on his lips. "Glad you liked it, sir. Because I intend to be doing that again… and again… and again…"
"Oh hell, yeah!" He grinned at her. "Anytime you feel like it! Come here…" He pulled at her shoulders to get her to move up his body and have her chest over his face. He cupped a breast and his mouth fastened on her nipple, sucking her greedily. Sam writhed above him, sweet tingles running down her spine from his hot wet mouth on her breast. "You still smell like violets…" He said, biting the swell of her breast and enjoying the way her back arched. "Move up." He ordered and she crawled up his body until she felt his hands grip the cheeks of her ass and pull her hips over her face.
"Oh…" She exhaled and Jack could hear the anxiety in her voice as she knelt over his face, her thighs braced on either side of his head.
He held her wide eyes, his hands gripping her waits to help support her. "Sam?" She bit her lip looking down at him. "Ok?"
"Yeah…" She breathed, smiling shyly. "This is… new…" The smile she got in return sent a shudder through her. He liked that thought. He liked it all too much, judging by the possessive look in his black eyes. His hands gripped her waist tighter and pulled her down over his face. She gasped at the first feel of his warm breath washing over her damp folds and she moaned a lost sound when his lips kissed her outer lips without parting her. He kissed her over and over until she started squirming her hips over his face, trying to get him to touch her more, fuck her. "Ah… God!" Her moan hitched when his tongue finally parted her folds and flicked her clit. Jack groaned against her, finding her already wet and ready for him, when he pushed the tip of his tongue against her opening. He pulled her tighter against his face, his lips trapping the cit and sucking relentlessly at it, his tongue flicking over the hard tip fast and sure, until she was screaming and jerking with his every touch.
Her body fell forward, bracing her hands on the hay covered floor and grinding her hips against his tongue, riding his face. She was whimpering and squealing constantly with every suck and nip at her clit, her sweet sounds only driving him on, harder and faster. He didn't try to stop her grinding herself on his mouth, in fact he loved her involuntary movements, the way her body twitched and squirmed, her juices coating his mouth and chin. He flicked her clit once more before he thrust his tongue inside her, breaching her opening hard and sudden. Sam arched and thrust down on him, her inner muscles spasmming around his penetrating tongue, tugging and pulsing around it in an attempt to pull him deeper inside her. He was hot and slippery against her as he started thrusting his hard tongue in her pussy over and over, twisting it around, stretching her sharp and steady.
She felt her body tense and coil, her release close to breaking over her and she forced her eyes to open and look down at him between her legs. Jack's large hands were gripping her waist hard enough she started worrying about marks, his eyes were closed as his mouth worked fervently under her. Now and then there was a soft moan of utter pleasure escaping his chest and vibrating through her. Her juices were running freely over her folds and down his face and she could feel his lips and tongue work to trap every last trace of her, taste her whole and touch and caress every inch of her. He forced her tighter against his face, his tongue thrusting heavily into her while he nudged her clit with his nose.
Sam squealed a high pitched sound while she jerked on his face and with a satisfied groan Jack did it again. And again, not relenting in the double assault until she was shaking uncontrollably over him and with a loud cry she came, hard and fierce, arching back, thrusting her hips down on his face and convulsing powerfully. She screamed unashamedly, grinding herself on his mouth and still penetrating tongue. Her thighs clamped on either side of his face trapping his head between her legs, riding him, while her orgasm drowned her completely. He could feel her body clenching around his tongue, her muscles trembling and massaging him and he thrust in deeper, moving slow and soft this time, drawing it out and bringing her down. He looked up at her, her eyes screwed shut in the sharp pleasure running through her, the muscles in her abdomen quivering as she tried to move on him.
Jack kept his eyes on her, his lips softly sucking her clit and his tongue running over her from clit to opening, gathering her juices and soothing her back down. He gripped her waist securely when he felt her hips still on his face and her body grow progressively limp. Her hands braced her back on the floor in front of her, while he kissed her clit one last time, before Jack pulled her down from his face and moved her back in his arms. Sam fell with her head on his chest, panting and shivering now and then. He kissed her head and held her, pulling a second blanket over her to keep her warm. She was so limp in his arms, her breath coming in fast and heavy over his chest he couldn't but smile, petting her hair soothingly. "Good?" He asked, smirking.
There was a ragged groan on her part and she shifted to burry her face in his neck. "Christ…Too good." She whispered, clinging to him tightly. "Don't you ever dare leave me." Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on to him desperately.
"Don't worry." He whispered and Sam clung to him tightly, feeling his own arms crush her powerfully to his chest. Jack kissed her hair, holding her head as she kissed his cheek, hard and sloppy. He laughed shortly when she did it again and again. "Ok, ok…" He desperately tried to get those lips to his, bust she seemed far too interested in his cheek. "Sam… come on, I haven't even shaved…" He couldn't stop grinning like an idiot at her fascination with his skin.
"I know." She mumbled between kisses. "Felt it so much better a minute ago on other parts of me." His rough groan was precious. "Very sexy, sir, I must say." She licked his ear and sucked softly on the lobe. "Rough and harsh… Sucking at me like that… Bad boy feel…" She loved the growl that her words tore from him
"Carter!" He yelped when her lips fastened to his cheek and she sucked powerfully. "I'm not explaining that! Carter!" She finally let go of his face and grinned down at him. She leaned in and kissed him softly and helped him sit up. He held her head, foreheads pressed together, trying to work up the will to leave this place. "We have to go…" He said. Sam smiled, pulling back and looking at him. He still had hay in his hair. She threaded both her hands through his short silver hair, messing it up even more as she tugged at it, pulling his head back. "Sam…" He moaned.
"You have hay in your hair." She smiled, keeping her hands in his hair and massaging his scalp powerfully. "I love it."
"You keep that up we're never leaving this place." She pulled his head to her chest and Jack followed willingly, his arms hugging her and his face pressed to her soft breasts. "Carter… you're not helping…" She held him tightly and started picking the hay out of his hair, one by one. He turned his head, kissing between her full breasts, nuzzling between them while her hands played in his hair. "We so got to go now, Sam."
"I know." She kept playing in his short silver hair. She didn't want to leave. They were naked and there was hay around them, some in his hair and she didn't want to give up this simple relity. She pet him and kissed his head, before she ruffled it one last time. "There. Done." He moaned in her chest and she had to pull his face off her. "I like you with hay in your hair. Sexy." He smiled and kissed her.
"You don't look that bad yourself" He reached out and picked a few strands of hay out of her hair. "Come on. Going home. Hot shower, food, clothes…" He smiled at her approving groan.
In a short time they were packed and getting in his truck. "Sam…" He said turning in his seat to look at her. "I drop you off at your place… how about you shower change and stuff and… when you feel like it, come over to help me pack…"
He saw her smile, pulling her safety belt on. "Actually I was thinking about drooping by the SGC…"
"Oh… Yeah, sure. No problem." To say he was crushed was a major understatement. He turned back in his seat and started the truck. "Call me when you finish work. Ok?" He started the truck down the path. "Dinner?"
"It shouldn't take me that long. I want to go in and start the transfer papers for DC."
Jack's eyes snapped to hers and he stopped the truck in its tracks, grinning widely. "You serious?"
"Absolutely. With any luck we'll be moving to DC together in 2 weeks." He kept smiling and pulled her to him for a kiss.
"You won't be sorry. I swear." He said in her neck. "It's going to be great!"
"I know. It already is, sir." She kissed his head and he started the car again and left the barn behind.
Several Months Later.
Sam shut the door to her house and dropped her stuff on the sofa. She couldn't believe she was back in Colorado Springs at the SGC. She had missed this place madly, missed the work and the people, but DC had its attractions. Like a job that pretty much allowed her to be home by 6 PM, left her week-ends free. Like the house she and Jack bought together. Beautiful big house. Like the nights they spent together in the same bed. Their bed. She liked sleeping with him. She loved waking up with him. She loved coming home to him or with him. They usually made a point to wait for each other to finish work and drive home together, since they had both been assigned to the Pentagon. Like making love to him whenever they felt like it.
They had lived pretty much like a married couple for the past months. After 8 years they were so familiar with each other that when they finally found themselves together, it had been like they were married for years. It was perfect. She loved living with Jack. He was perfect with her. Knew her little habits and what she liked and didn't like. Just like she knew his. They knew when to give each other space and when to cuddle up to the other and hold on forever. She knew his nightmares, knew how to get him to talk when he needed it. She knew she could talk to him. She liked mornings showers with him. And she liked dinners with him.
Sam sighed as she opened her fridge and pulled out a bottle of water moving to look through her mail. Her first day back at the SGC had been more than exhausting. Work was light but finally being here and catching up on everything, the excitement of seeing everyone again, took its toll on her. She was going through the mail and suddenly she felt like looking up to see where Jack was around the house. But he wasn't here. "Damn it Sam!" She swore. She missed him. A big yellow envelope caught her eyes and she moved on to that. It was from Jack. She tore it open and found some papers in it with a note. 'Call me when you get this. Love you so much. Jack.' She picked up the phone and dialed their home number. He picked up on the third ring. "Hi, Jack."
"Hi. Finally home, huh? Miss short hours?"
"Not really. They keep me from missing you." She confessed.
"Yeah… I'm starting to spend more time around work too. Not so fun coming home if I can't get you into the shower with me…" He heard her laugh at the other end.
"I got this big yellow envelope from you…"
"So what you think?"
"About…" She frowned.
"Didn't you read it?"
"You said to call you…"
"Yeah, I figured you'd read it first… Miss me much, Sam?"
She snorted. "Fine I'll hang up and call you later."
"Hey! Hey, hey… no reason to get mean… C'mon, read it." She sighed and read the papers. And she grew quiet for several long moments. "So? Well? What? C'mon, you're killing me here!"
"I can't believe you!" She finally said. "Are you serious? Jack! You're insane! Oh, my God! You didn't!" He had bought the barn they spent the night in and a bit of the surrounding land. And he didn't just buy it himself. He had put her name down on the papers right next to his. This belonged to both of them.
"But you like it?" He asked expectantly.
"It's insane! I don't even know what to say…"
"Say you like it…"
"I love it! Jack, I adore it, but it's outrageous."
"No it's not." He said and she could hear the smile in his voice. "I'll be in town in 2 weeks. I'm staying a few days and I thought that well… if you feel like it… we could just go out there again whenever we want. It's ours. I didn't want to lose that place. It meant a lot to me, Sam."
"I know… It meant a lot to me too. I love you, Jack…" Tears started to choke her, but she bit them back. "I can't wait to see you."
"2 weeks. I'll be there in 2 weeks. I love you so much. Sam…" He whispered. "We'll be fine. We're great. Trust me. This… distance doesn't matter. We'll be fine."
"I know. We are fine." She wiped a tear off her cheek and sighed. She tried not to give her tears away but she knew by the tone of his voice that he knew she was crying. He just knew bringing it up won't help with anything but make her cry harder.
"So how about the latest inside dirty stories from SGC?" She laughed at the other end and his heart grew.
"Yeah, I could do that. You won't believe some of the stuff I found around here." As she started filling him on the details from base, they both knew for sure and without a doubt they were fine. They would see each other often enough, they'd get leave whenever they could, they'd get week ends off, she'd fly to DC, he'd come to the SGC, they would talk on the phone every chance they got. They also had the barn now, and the hay to get stuck in his short, sweet silver hair for her whenever they felt like repeating that night. They were fine and they both knew it.
THE END.