Title: Breathless

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17 Sam & Jack

Summary: When they are both faced with certain death, Jack confesses a major personal secret to Sam… regarding his sex life.

Spoilers: General seazon 8, vaguely mentions events in 100 Days, Brief Candle, Solitudes, Divide and Conquer, The Broca Divide

Archive: SJD yes, anyone who wants it, take it.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Feedback: say what you have to say.

Author's Notes: Some time ago there was a discussion on the list about Jack being a virgin. This fic is the result of it. I would really love to hear what you think.

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He was running as fast as he could through the maze of underground tunnels, Sam right on his heals. "Daniel!" Jack shouted in his radio, without stopping. "I told you to get away!"

"We're not leaving without you two!" His friend shouted back.

"This damned thing is gonna erupt! Get the fuck away!"

"Jack!"

"Daniel, we're coming! Just get away!" He shouted not stopping. He looked back and Sam was just behind him. They turned left and kept moving. They had been running for some time and it was starting to take its toll. They were breathing harder from the heavy air, their muscles protesting at the lack of oxygen. Sam and he had gone in the underground caverns of a volcano to retrieve an alien power source and just as soon as they had touched it, it set off a chain reaction that set the mountain to erupt.

The ground shook with them and Jack grabbed Sam's vest holding her on her feet and forcing her to keep running with him. They had to get out fast, although he was starting to realize they wouldn't make it. The ceiling of the tunnel collapsed in front of them and they just about ran into it. Sam started coughing from the dust and they moved to another tunnel. "Daniel where are you?" Jack said in his radio.

"We're leaving the mountain now. You? We can hold a ship back. You want us to?"

"No!" He screamed. "Get off! Get off now! We're fine!" Daniel okayed and they broke off. Sam said nothing. She knew they weren't. Even if they would have managed to get out they'd have no way off the mountain. She pulled him with her, to the right, to another tunnel. "We have no idea where we're going, do we Carter?" He asked running by her side, trying to think fast, trying to recognize something.

"I got lost when the fifth ceiling collapsed." She confessed.

He stopped briefly, doing a 360. Then motioning her forward. "I'm impressed. I lost it at the 4th." She smiled. They were so lost, but he kept her moving as fast as they could. He was not giving up. The ground shook again and the floor gave under them, sending them falling.

They hit the ground from high up, their pack taking some of the shock but leaving them both without air and moaning in pain. Jack rolled to his side, cursing every way he knew how. She would have laughed if it didn't hurt this damn much. The mouth this man could have when he was pissed. He reached out and grabbed her arm, shaking her. "Carter? Carter you ok?" She moaned. "Come on, Colonel. No time for a break." He forced himself to his feet, pulling her up with him by her vest. He caught her in his arms when she lost her balance momentarily and he steadied her.

"I'm ok, sir. I'm ok." She said dusting herself off and ruffling her hair. He looked at her fascinated before he forced his eyes away, so she wouldn't catch him, busying himself with the flashlight. She turned her own flashlight on and looked around. They had fallen in a deep underground chamber. "We've got to get out, sir!" She whispered, her eyes and her mind desperate for an escape.

"We will, Colonel, we will." He moved to the walls of the cavern, looking for a way out. There was none. He looked up. They'd have to climb out. But as he took in the scenery he realized there was no chance of that either. The hole they fell through was too high and there was no way for them to reach it. "Shit…" He mumbled to himself. "This can't be good…" He turned to Sam. She was starring up at the hole, her face somber. She knew. "We'll get out Colonel!" He said harshly, almost ordering it. She nodded, still starring up.

They both sat on the ground, on opposite sides of the cavern, panting, their bodies aching, and tired. They had spent more than an hour fighting to get out and only managed to convince themselves there was no way out. The mountain kept trembling, the eruption inevitable and probably already starting. Sam looked at the walls. They were deep inside the mountain. "Sir… the eruption may take a while… but I don't know about the gas." He looked at her. "Toxic gases. Sulfur… and stuff…" She wasn't going to pester him with scientific details. He nodded. There were cracks in the walls and he knew what she meant. They'd suffocate before they burned or were crushed alive.

His head fell back against the wall behind him. Messed up way to go. More so, he hated that Sam was going to die right with him. He looked at her. She was dropping her pack and going through it, no doubt trying to figure a way out. But then he saw her take her water out and sit down on the ground, making herself more comfortable. There was no way out and she knew it. All they could do now was wait it out. *Fuck…* He swore in his mind, looking at her. He took in her face, every trace and line. He knew her face to the smallest detail. *Not like this…* She deserved better than a slow death, somewhere in the belly of a volcano. And damn it if he hadn't tried everything he could think of to get them out. She checked her watch. "How long?" He asked.

"A couple of hours. The lava will avoid us. It'll take a while for the air to wear out and the gases to come in." He nodded. "I'm sorry, sir…" He looked at her abruptly. The tone of her voice, the despair and the regret shocked him. "It's my fault. I should have been more careful when I tried to disable the device…"

"Not your fault Carter!" He cut her off. "That thing was probably rigged to go off anyway. No matter what we did." She opened her mouth to speak again. "Ah!" He held up a finger, quieting her. "Don't do this Carter! Not our fault! Understand?" She took a deep breath and nodded. The silence that followed was killing him. They were just sitting there, waiting to die.

"I wish it'd just happen and get it over with!" She said, rubbing her hands. "I hate waiting for it like this…" He knew. He felt the same way. The same excruciating pain at giving up all fight in the face of death and just waiting patiently to give up everything you are, everything you have ever been or could be. At watching the only person that means more to you than your own life await her own death, with the same resignation as you.

"Tell me something about you." He said.

"Sir?"

"Something about you. A secret you kept. An embarrassing one. Something you would have never ever told me. Ever." She was looking at him as if her were insane. "Oh, come on Carter!" He gestured widely. "Who am I gonna tell?"

She smiled and he could see her thinking. "Sexual?" She asked blushing and his mind short circuited.

"All the better!" He said jokingly trying not to grin like a God damn idiot. She smiled back, blushing even more and he hoped she wouldn't back out. He pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them and waited.

"You remember when we met? At the SGC?" She said and he nodded. "I was late because I was nervous about meeting you. I had heard so much about you and I think I spent 3 hours in front of the mirror trying to get my uniform to look right." She saw him smile. "And when I did meet you…" She looked away from him for a moment. "God… You got me so wet I was sure you could smell me." His jaw dropped. "I could hardly think of anything else than how it would be to fuck with you. You looked so good and you were so imposing and so damn sure of yourself…"

His eyes dropped to the floor, regret flashing over his face. "That would have been a huge fiasco!"

"Sorry sir, didn't mean to be out of place." She mumbled.

"Oh, for crying out loud Carter!" He blurted out. "We're as good as dead, can I please live long enough to hear you drop the sir, just once? Just…" He motioned with his fingers. "Just for a little, little while?" She smiled at him. "You weren't out of place. That's not what I meant." He cleared his throat, trying to find his words. "I've never had sex with a woman. I mean… I never fucked with a woman."

Her eyes went wide, her mind trying to understand his words. "You've never… You're a…"

"I've been with women, Carter. I was married. I was just never… I wasn't hard, I wasn't inside them." She was starring blankly at him and he rolled his eyes. "Impotency, Carter. I was impotent." She was still having trouble understanding the facts. He groaned in despair at her. "When I was a kid I had an accident that left me impotent. I couldn't get it up." She was simply starring at him. "Christ… where's that miracle brain of yours?"

"You were married sir…"

He rolled his eyes. There was the sir. "There are other ways to make love to a woman and satisfy her. Ever heard of fingers? Tongue? Vibrators?" She went bright red at the last word and he guessed she was more than familiar with that last bit. He wondered if she screamed his name when she brought herself off. Did she call out Jack? Or sir? "And well… I am good enough at it to have had women not care about my not getting it up. Hell, I could make them cry." He grinned looking straight at her. "I'm damn good at it!" She found herself squirm in her place, her mind wondering just how good. What would it be like to have his head between her legs, those long fingers moving inside her?

"Charlie…" His face darkened and she regretted having brought it up. "You had… a son…"

"20th Century, Carter! Artificial insemination. I didn't have to come inside her. Yes… I had a son."

She shook her head. It wasn't possible. "What about… what about… Laira? And what's her name?"

"Nothing happened with any of them. As I said… other ways… Carter, why do you find it so hard to believe?"

She looked at him in utter shock. Her hands gestured towards him. "You're… God, I mean… look at you! Who would have even imagined you've never… That you're impotent. Christ!"

He laughed shortly and softly. "Was Carter! I was impotent."

"I don't understand… What happened?"

"Ba'al. When I was captured by Ba'al, I went through that sarcophagus so many times… with all its side effect it also… cured my little problem."

"That was two years ago." She said. "Since then…"

"Since then I was fully functional. But nope. Never been involved with anyone. Not like I had the time for it." He wanted to say that *besides, I was waiting for you*, but he held the thought quiet. There were certain limits to which he was willing to embarrass himself. "Do you honestly think I would have waited years and not make a move to wards you after that Zatarc incident if I could have gotten hard? Or the locker room when you hit on me. Jesus Carter, I'm a man not a saint! If I could have goten it up you never would have left that locker room until you screamed your pretty little head off and begged me to stop, while you cried. Please Carter, I would have been on you so fast, making you scream, you wouldn't have known what hit you."

She was left open mouthed at his words and the passion in them. And somehow wished he had been on her. Her body reacted to his words, desire building inside her, a little moisture gathering between her legs and she pressed them together. "Why weren't you on me after that?"

"Pete." He said bitterly, his eyes falling to his feet. "You made your choice. And it wasn't me. Nothing I could do."

"I never wanted it to be like this…" She mumbled.

"I know." He said, trying to smile at her and she nodded.

"So you're a virgin." She said grinning madly.

"Christ!" His head dropped in his hands and he moaned. "Don't even use that word." He heard her chuckle.

"What's wrong with the word virgin, sir?" She was so not going to let this go.

"Carter…" He warned from behind his hands.

"Sorry, sir. It's just… wow!" She smiled at him when he looked up from his hands. "Damn, think of all the women that would have a stroke if the knew!"

"Excuse me?" He blinked at her in surprise and amusement.

"You're very popular with the women on base, sir. And from the out side." She giggled again. "You know, you use that as a line and you'll get more action than you've ever dreamt of!"

"Jeez, Carter! And I thought I had a dirty mind!" He grinned. "What about you? Does it turn you on?" She blushed furiously at him, her eyes looking away from him and smiling shyly. He waved it away. "Forget about it!" She nodded and they settled in a pleasant silence. She was so completely turned on. They were comfortable enough around each other not to feel awkward when they didn't have what to say to each other.

"Don't you wonder what it's like?" She asked him all of the sudden.

"What?"

"Sex. Fucking."

"Not much I can do about it now. And no, I wasn't that desperate to try it after I became fully functional. As I told you Carter, a woman's body ain't that much of a mystery to me." He tried not to grin, but she still blushed. *He must be damn good.* She thought. And she was never going to know him.

The ground shook with them the walls of the cavern showing more cracks and they both wondered how long it would last. Dust came tumbling down, their flash lights momentarily going out and Sam found herself moving towards the spot she knew he was in, disturbed by the fact that she lost sightof him. She needed to see him, feel him, know he was ok. Make her feel ok. "Sir…" She called out, coughing. "I can't see you anymore." She suddenly felt his hand grab hers and pull her next to him against the wall. Relief washed over her. His arms went around her, trying to cover her body with his from the falling rocks.

She didn't fight his over protective attitude, though it wasn't much point in it. They were both going to die anyway. Buried alive or suffocated. But she welcomed the feel of him so close to her, pressed tightly against her, his arms around her, his breathing on the back of her neck, warm and soft.

The earthquake ended and the dust settled. He pulled back from her, his hand reaching for the flash lights and shaking them back into life. He looked at her trying to assess her injuries, but she had none. She looked around them. The cavern would hold. But she could already feel the very faint, very discreet scent of sulfur. The toxic gases would not be as forgiving. "You ok?" He asked her and she nodded. She hated waiting and she knew so did he, but he seemed a lot more accepting of it, as he leaned back against the wall.

His eyes were closed and she could see he was trying to relax back into the state he was in, before the quake. She ran her hands through her hair, over her face, wishing there was something she could do. Some way she could fight, instead of sitting here and waiting to die. She was a soldier. She was supposed to go down fighting. There was nothing she could do. They had already tried everything. The air was getting hot from the lava running above them, through the tunnels, in the walls of their cavern.

She saw Jack stand and remove his vest and the jacket of his uniform and throwing them on his pack. "It's only going to get hotter." He said nodding to her, letting her know she should do the same with her clothing. She got rid of her own clothes as he settled back down against the wall. How could he be so calm when she was so tense and frustrated? She needed to do something, anything.

His hand was on her back, moving up slowly from her waist to her neck and rubbing lightly. Her eyes closed and she leaned into his touch. "Come here." He said, pulling her to his side. She obeyed immediately, settling tightly against him, her head on his shoulder. He looked down at her head, his hand rubbing up and down on her arm. "I hate it as much as you do, Carter. We tried everything. Let it go. There's no point to this frustration."

"I can't." She said, not looking up at him. "I hate waiting for it to happen."

His hand held her shoulder tighter as he spoke. "I always though I'd die in the field, taking a hit. I've been there so many times, the thought of going like that was actually no big deal anymore." He felt her tense against him, no doubt remembering all the times he took a bullet, been shot in the field. "I hated the thought of dieing in an enemy prison. That was the one way I hoped I'd never die. As a POW. This however… this never crossed my mind."

"Better than freezing to death, isn't it?" She said, still not moving and felt his chest tremble with a slight laughter.

"True. Been there, done that. I hate clichés." He wished she would look up at him, but she didn't move, her head still resting on his shoulder, like she always did.

"I've never thought about how I'd die." She said. "But every time I was close to it I've always had no trouble accepting it for what it was to be. This is too ridiculous." She was quiet a little. "Do you have any regrets?"

"I'll regret dieing." She snorted. She was sure he was going to say that. That was stating the obvious. "Carter, try and sleep a little."

"I don't want to be asleep when it happens." She mumbled. She had already considered the option of allowing herself to fall asleep against him. He felt so good, as she rested against him. That was how she could always sleep in the fiercest conditions. With her head resting on him. She was not going to spend her last moment with him sleeping. And she knew he understood when he didn't insist. "Do you think they'll find us, sir? Take us back to Earth? It would be nice to be buried on Earth." She felt his chest tighten under her cheek. She felt the same horror at imagining his funeral.

"I don't know, Carter. They'll try. We both know Daniel and Teal'c. Yeah, it would be nice." His arm tightened around her, almost crushing her to him. "Full honors and all. I wonder if the President's gonna be there. You have anything you want written on your stone?" This conversation was turning morbid and sick, fast.

"Nope. You? Other than 'oh, for crying out loud…'?" She felt his chest shake under her with a slight laughter. He nodded. Didn't have anything for his tombstone. "Sara would be surprised to have to receive the flag. After 8 years since your divorce…" His hand brushed through her hair and he looked down at the top of her head. He was silent. "Sorry, sir."

"Jack! Call me Jack. Please!" She nodded. "I guess she'll have to. Or probably Daniel… Hammond… They won't be able to get the one I had put in my will for it."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because it's you. And well… they'll be giving out a flag for you too. I had you put down to receive my flag. I don't have anyone else." Her body shook with a sob she stifled quickly. "And your dad… he'll be devastated. Good thing I'll be dead or he'd have killed me himself."

"He knows the risks… Jack. He never would hold you responsible. I'm a grown woman, and a Lt. Colonel. I don't need my CO to baby sit me. I'm capable of getting myself killed, thank you." He pressed her head to his chest, smoothing her hair with his fingers. She shouldn't die. "I had you put down for my flag, Jack. My dad was next."

"I was never planning on out living you, Carter." He responded without skipping a beat. "Not even with the desk job. No way. I can't live without…" He bit his lip forcing the words quiet and praying she didn't already figure him out.

"Me?" She asked. What were his chances for her not to have caught on anyway? "We don't plan our death Jack. You don't know how things will happen."

"No way, Carter…" She finally looked up at him and he held her eyes.

"And if it happens? What… are… you…" His eyes didn't leave hers as she finally understood him. He wasn't going to out live her because if she died, he'd die with her. By his hand if not by that of fate. She felt sick to her stomach at the realization. "Oh God…" She started trembling. "No…" She grabbed his T-shirt and slammed him hard against the rock wall behind him, knocking the air out of him. "Don't you fucking dare!" She slammed him against the wall again. "You stupid son of a bitch!"

Jack grabbed her hands before she killed him herself. "Ow, Carter! Stop! Enough!"

"No!" She lunged for him again, but he held her arms. "How dare you even think of that? How dare you use me for an excuse to take the easy way out! You coward!" She tried to slap him, but he held her strong. "I thought you loved me once. How can you…" She was breaking down, her lower lip quivering with unwashed tears. He never would have thought she'd react like this to his words. "I. Hate. You." She broke his grip and sat there between his legs. "Why would you do that to me? And don't give me that 'you'd be too dead to care' reply, or I swear I'll beat the crap out of you right now." He didn't react. "Why would you do that to me?"

"I didn't think I was." He forced her back into his arms and she quieted down, letting him hold her. "Not because you'd be dead. But because I didn't think you'd care. I wasn't doing it TO you… Carter… I was doing it FOR me. I didn't love you once. I still do. I can't loose you like that."

"I do care. I do. Jack, I do. So much… Oh, please…" She sobbed. "Don't do it. I'm begging you, forget that plan. Forever. Don't even think of it, never, no matter what, never."

"Umm… Carter… I know you're the smart one… but it's kind of pointless now to plan the future. Our deaths have been taken care of already." She pulled back to look at him again and he winced as he prepared for her to hit him. She didn't. Her head fell back on his chest. God, he loved having her against him like that.

"Promise me. Never think about suicide again. Jack, please, for the love of God, if you do love me, then love me, alive or dead.' She looked at him again and framed his face with her hands. "Live, for me, please… God, Jack… I don't have the right things to say to talk you out of it. I'm just begging you. With all my heart, Jack… I'm desperately, utterly begging you with everything I have…" Tears rand down her face and he watched her in amazement. Did she love him? "Jack… sir… General… please, please, please…"

He couldn't let her do this anymore. He pulled her back to him, letting her dry her tears in his T-shirt. "I promise. I promise." He hugged her tighter. "I swear, Carter. Never. Never. I swear." He felt her relax against him, her breathing easing back down to a normal rhythm and he moved his hands over her back, soothingly. "Don't worry. I promise. Always."

She was calm again against him, his promise having soothed her. They were silent again as they moved back to waiting. There was still so much he wanted to tell her. All the dreams he had had for them. But he knew it would make their deaths that much more bitter. Sam breathed in deeply, feeling his scent all around her, his feel against her. She wanted to tell him she loved him so much. She tried to. When he told her he loved her just now. But she couldn't force the words to actually come out. She did love him. With such passion. But she had forced herself to stay quiet so long, she didn't know how to tell him.

So she just cuddled close to him, wrapping herself in him, her cheek on his chest, listening to his heart, her arms tightly around him. Hoping he would understand. He had to understand. She buried her face in his chest as his hand came to thread through her hair and she didn't want to, nor could she stay passive anymore. Her hand moved slowly and rested on his thigh, squeezing it slightly and inching upwards. She heard his sharp indrawn breath. "Jack…" She whispered, her hand still moving upwards between his legs.

She had called him 'Jack'. She had called him 'Jack' like she did in his fantasies, like she did in all his wet dreams. Slow and sensual, breathing his name out, passion filled voice, desire obvious in it. Her hand was inching towards his dick and suddenly he hated the fact that he was now fully functional, because if she cupped him like every little thing in his body was praying for her to, she was going to find him already hard. He was hard from the feel of her so close to him, from her scent, from the way the skin of her arm felt under his caressing fingers, the goose bumps he was bringing up on her arm with his fingers.

He still couldn't believe how overwhelming it felt to get hard with her and he had spent the better part of the last 2 years dealing with it. He would get hard with her so fast it was driving him insane. The first time it had happened after Ba'al, he was in complete and utter shock. He had lusted after her since day one, but he had never known how it felt to get hard because of her. And he did it almost drove him insane with want and he was just one split second away from pinning her to the wall and fucking her right there.

And her hand did cup him and she did find him hard and no matter how hard he tried to keep quiet, he groaned deep and low at the feel of her elegant hand holding him tightly. Damn it felt good. Like nothing he ever felt. And then she started rubbing him powerfully and slowly through his pants and he was just about to blow right there. "Stop!" His voice was strangled as the word left his lips, but she didn't listen to him. His hand gripped her wrist so tightly he knew he bruised her, and yanked her hand away.

She finally looked up at him and he forced his panting to quiet down. He was still flushed in the dim light, his eyes burning with obvious desire. He was hard against her hand and her mind believed she could even feel his heat through the barriers of his clothing. He was amazing. He was aroused and he looked at her like he could break her and make her beg for mercy right there and she didn't want to stop anymore.

She moved to her knees in front of him, both her hands going to the belt and button of his pants, deftly undoing them. He grabbed her hands again stilling her. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking straight at her.

He could see her fight against the embarrassment that was threatening to over take her actions and she held strong. She was set on this. "I don't want to die without having done this. I dreamt about you… wondered, fantasized about feeling you so many times… I don't want regrets. And you? Don't you want to do this?"

"Sam…" He whispered half begging her to stop, half begging her to be serious about this

"What are you going to say?" She cut him off. "Not like this?" She looked at him with sad, bitter eyes. "There is nothing else left but this. We don't have a later Jack. We can't say not like this, not now, that this is wrong. We can't hope for a better time." He took in her face, her eyes, full of desire for him, her tongue poking out to wet her lips and he stopped fighting. He released her hands and she went straight to his belt, undoing it and opening his pants before she moved to hers, quickly opening them with shaking hands. She couldn't get out of them fast enough to straddle him and have him inside.

He gripped her hands again, his fingers lacing with hers, and she lunged forward, her mouth connecting with his, her lips sucking his. His lips were soft and warm and he was so elegant and willing as he moved them against her mouth, sucking at her own lips. Her tongue darted out to push into his mouth, wanting to taste more of him. He allowed her, parting his lips and teeth for her, meeting her tongue with his own and she invaded his mouth. He didn't fight her and didn't try to take control.

Her hands left her pants and grabbed his head, pressing her chest to his, half way falling over him. She was pulling at his short gray hair, her nails scraping his scalp and he moaned in her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She adored swallowing his moan. His own tongue began moving restlessly against hers and when her taste and her feel overwhelmed him he forced his own tongue in her mouth, for its own exploration. He mimicked her actions, threading his fingers through her hair to hold her head still for him. One of his hands went to her jaw and he gently held her, coaxing her mouth to open more for him. She did and he thrust his tongue in more, deeper, harder.

She tried to straddle him again and he finally tried to push her away. "No… wait…" He said, muffled by her lips and her tongue. "Sam… please…" Her hand cupped him again, rubbing him. "Oh, fuck! Sam stop!" He said pulling his lips forcefully from her. She looked at him a bit angry. "Not like this…" She was going to argue but he didn't let her. "Listen to me! Not a quick fuck." He was panting hard. "Get me your sleeping bag. I want to do this right." She didn't move from him so he roughly pulled her to her feet with him. "Sleeping bag. Now!"

He moved to his own pack and left her standing. He pulled out his bag and she was forced to go get hers. He grabbed it from her, stretching them on the ground and made them a comfortable little bed. "I want to do this right." He said as he finished his task. "Take all your clothes off." She smiled at his words and moved to him, grabbing his T-shirt and pulling him up to her. Her hands went to his waist and she pulled the T-shirt free and up over his head. Before it even released his hands, she closed her lips on his neck, sucking and nipping at the soft skin. He yanked his hands free of the bounding T-Shirt and wrapped them tight around Sam, crushing her to him.

His face was buried in her hair, caught up in the way her lips felt on his neck, before she suddenly moved and was on her knees in front of him, undoing his boots and pulling them and his socks off. She smiled up at him as her hands finished undoing his pants and lowering them slowly off his hips, racking her nails over his thighs. He hissed and bit his lip, but let her have her fun. She moved up on him, brushing her lips over his knees and up his thighs, her eyes closing slowly, as she enjoyed the warm feel of his skin. Her face brushed against the bulge in his boxers, rubbing her cheek against him and he moaned above her, his hand grabbing her hair and pulling her up to him.

She kissed his belly and stood up before him, but before she had regained her balance, his hands went to her back, between her shoulder blades and held her strongly against him as his mouth closed over a breast. Her head went back, her body leaning backwards on his strong arms for support. He was sucking at it through her clothing, feeling the nipple tighten under her bra and he went at it harder, his teeth sinking in her soft flesh, his mouth pulling at her, sucking her. She began pulling at his hair to get him off her. "Jack… take it off…" He sunk his teeth into her more. "God! Jack… you're soaking my clothes, take it off… I want to feel your mouth on me, please…"

She gasped when he pulled his mouth off her, tugging at the nipple with his teeth. His hands went under her t-shirt and pulled it off her in one swift move. She kicked her boots off while he opened her pants and dropped them to her feet. She stepped out of them and his hand immediately went behind her to unhook her bra. He looked her on the eye, a soft smile tugging at his lips, as he paused before taking it off her. She held his gaze and he slowly took her bra off, following his hands with his eyes.

She didn't flinch as he looked at her, his hand tracing softly down her neck, over her collar bones to come and rest on her breast. Her eyes closed for a second at the feel of his rough palm on her, slowly cupping her, kneading the breast and moving his thumb over the nipple. She felt his lips on her collar bone as his other hand traced down her belly to the elastic band of her panties. He traced the line with his fingers, before he slipped his hand inside and pushed a finger between her folds.

Her hands grabbed his head for support and to hold him against her, as his finger rubbed at her clit and slipped deeper. "God, Sam…" She was wet and he met no resistance when he slowly pushed a finger inside her. She bucked against his hand, her knees giving in and leaning against his body for support. He took her panties off and removed his hands off her. "Sit down." He told her nodding towards the sleeping bags. She stretched herself on top of the bags and watched him as he took off his boxers, freeing his hard dick. She licked her dry lips, looking at him. He was gorgeous. She knew she was starring and she knew he was watching her stare at his dick, but she didn't care.

He moved towards her, a smug look on his face. "You're pretty sure of yourself." She said, catching his eyes. "Given how you've never done this before." He didn't say anything, just kept that look on his face, desire and passion sparking in his eyes and she found herself shivering. He came down over her, supporting himself on his arms. "Jack…" She whispered as she spread her legs and cradling his body between her thighs.

He lowered his body over her, his lips coming down to hers and slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Her hands went in his hair, holding him to her while his traced lower on her body to play with her breasts. He kneaded them, pinching and tugging at the nipples until she was squirming under him, trying to position herself with his hard dick against her opening. But he didn't move and kept himself as he was, with his hard length trapped between their bodies. He kept kissing her and playing with her nipple until she started whimpering in his mouth.

"I'm not rushing into this." He told her as he started kissing along her jaw, a hand in her hair tugging her head back. "Since you were so surprised to hear I've never fucked a woman before… how about I show you just how good I am in other ways?" The look Sam saw in his eyes, burning with need and almost desperation for her sent small shivers running through her body. He was going to break her in small little pieces and have her do for him anything he wanted. Beg, cry, scream, come like she never came before. She couldn't wait for that. She couldn't wait to come for Jack O'Neill. To have him get her off, to know what it felt like. As he supported himself over her, their naked bodies brushing against each other, feeling his weigh, his warmth for the first time, she felt like she was the virgin here, not Jack.

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He softly kissed the spot behind her ear and sucked the lobe in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. She tried to hold him up to her, but he fought her hold on his hair and moved lower, kissing her neck and tracing the hard tip of his tongue down along her jugular, wet and hot and dipping it in the hollow of her throat.

"I need you…" She moaned, arching under him. He shushed her and kissed her chest above each breast before he slipped a nipple in his mouth, sucking at it hard. He felt her trembling, a hand came to rest on his hair as the other came to rest on his shoulder. He kept sucking, slipping more of her breast in his mouth, then slipping it out until he was only sucking at her nipple and repeating the motion, his head moving up and down above her chest.

She tasted like she smelled. Sweet and sexy, and now there was the hint of sweat they both worked up running. Her skin was soft and perfect and he found the burning desire to mark it with his teeth. He scraped his teeth on the underside of her breast, looking up at her, waiting to see how she'd react to the threat. She held his eyes, her teeth biting her lower lip and she trembled. He kept looking up at her as he repeated the motion, parting his teeth more and threatening her with a bite on her sensitive flesh. She gasped silently and still trembling she arched her back, inching her breast to his teeth.

"My God…" He moaned, muffled, as his teeth closed on the flesh. He gave in and bit the underside of her breast, hard. He saw her gasp, her head going back, eyes closed in the delicious pain that shot up her spine and down, right to her cit. She didn't try to pull away from his mouth and he released the flesh from between his teeth to see the mark he left there. If they were to live until morning, she would have a bruise there. He kissed the spot he injured and he heard her sigh.

He moved to her other breast and caught her nipple between his teeth, tugging slightly and licking at it. He hooked one arm under her knee and pulled it up and open. He could smell her arousal and his forehead dropped to her breastbone. He was going insane. There was one thing to be doing this before, when he wasn't getting hard. He could take his time, go slow, torture her, torment her, he could spend as much time on her as he damn well pleased. Now his own desire raged through him, driving him insane with want, his blood rushing through him, his dick so hard it hurt like hell. He wanted her madly.

But he swore he'd see this through. He flicked his tongue over her breast bone, giving it a quick, wet lick before he moved lower on her body. She kept her legs spread and he moved his fingers to her clit, gently rubbing her. She jerked under him at the first touch on her clit and he pressed his cheek on her belly to keep her down. He was tracing random patterns with his lips and tongue over her lower belly, while his fingers kept a constant pressure and speed on her clit. She started moaning and thrashing under him, her hands gripping his shoulders, his hair, trying to pull him up or push him down. He didn't move, his fingers keeping the same movement on her.

"Jack, please… Oh, God!" She arched under him so hard he thought her back would snap in two, her hands in his hair. He pushed her back down and moved both his hands under her ass, his thumbs running through her folds, massaging her, pinching her clit between them. His lips went to her inner thigh and he started teasing her, kissing his way up to her center, them backing down, licking, nipping her skin, his thumbs massaging her folds all the time.

He rubbed every spot soft, then hard, slow, strong, her juices running freely, coating her and his fingers, running down her ass, wetting his hands. He spread her wetness around her, coating her upper thighs, her ass, playing with her folds. She was trying to thrust herself to him, but he wouldn't give her what she wanted. She was whimpering, trying to grab hold of his body. "Jack…"

"Sam?" He asked her back, too busy nipping his way slowly up her thigh to look at her.

"Jack, please fuck me… anyway you want to, just please… God, push something inside me…" His hands moved on her body and he inserted two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly above him, in pleasure. "God, yes…" He began moving his fingers slowly in and out of her, twisting them around, stretching her, pushing inside her as deep as he could. The thumb of his other hand kept rubbing through her folds, every now and then flicking over her clit, making her buck up against him.

He looked at his hands on her, as he ran the thumb around her stretched opening, caressing the muscles that were gripping at his fingers. He slowly pushed at them, slipping the tip of his thumb inside her along his other two fingers, stretching her body more. She gave a short scream of surprise and pleasure as she felt her muscles stretch. He withdrew the thumb and began flexing his fingers inside her, rubbing the tip of his calloused fingers against her soft inner walls.

"Jack…" She whimpered above him, trying to impale herself harder on his hand, but he didn't let her. She was arching and thrashing under him and he kept us the motion of his hand inside her, rubbing her walls thoroughly. "Oh please…" She begged, her hands gripping his hair tightly. He pushed his fingers inside her and kept up only a minimal movement of the tip of his fingers as he rubbed her G-spot over and over.

She was sobbing above him, biting her lips. He closed his lips over her clit and he sucked softly. She sighed in pleasure hoping for her much needed orgasm. But he didn't give it to her. He kept her hanging right on the edge of it but he wouldn't let her release wash over her. Her body was tense, pressure coiling in her body, her inner muscles fluttering randomly around his fingers. She was incredibly wet, and she needed release badly. He kept sucking at her clit, twirling his tongue around it, his fingers still not fucking her, just rubbing her.

He loved the way she tasted. He couldn't wait to get her off so he could freely run his mouth over her, taste her roughly like he wanted to. But he loved doing this to her and she loved it too. He knew she did. She was flushed and thrashing, her hands gripping at his shoulders or at his hair, holding him to her, urging him on. She started crying above him, sobs shaking her body, tears running down her face, her head restless on the pillow of the sleeping bag. "Jack… Jack… Jack…" She was whispering through sobs.

She was crying for him and he loved it. Her sweet eyes drowned in tears, running down her flushed cheeks. He knew he could bring her to this point, to have her die with need and passion. But he never imagined that the sight of her in tears and thrashing about, while his hand was fucking her and he had his mouth on her clit would be this amazing. He could keep her like this forever if his own need wasn't just about killing him. But he kept her crying just a little bit longer, her hands finally giving up on trying to control him and going by her head, gripping the fabric of the bag, wiping at her tears. She bit on the tip of her fingers in desperation and sweet torment. He loved her. She was every fantasy he ever had coming true.

She looked down at him through teary eyes, sobbing and biting her lips. She needed him. She needed himso much. She was begging him without words, her body already covered in sweat and glistening in the dim light of their flashlights. But Jack wanted more. He kept going just as before. Slow and patient just a bit more powerfully, his fingers pressing against her just a little bit more, his lips sucking at her clit just a bit harder. And she kept looking at him as tears started once more running down her face, letting him see her cry for him without shame. And he gave in.

His fingers began thrusting into her hard, his teeth scraping her clit and biting down on it. She screamed loudly, her back arching as her orgasm exploded powerfully in her, her whole body overtaken by convulsions. She was shuddering and trembling, her muscles clenching viciously around his fingers, trying to pull them deeper in. She was screaming and sobbing, tears washing down her face, from her eyes, screwed shut. His hand was drowned in her juices and he kept his powerful moved inside her and on her clit throughout her orgasm, drawing it out as much as possible.

She fell limp on the sleeping bags, arms by her head, eyes closed and breathing heavily. He removed his fingers from her and buried his face between her legs, freely licking her, running his lips and tongue through her folds, tasting her, wetting is face with her. He could still feel random shudders run though her body as his tongue pushed inside her. He heard her gasp, her hand, weakly reaching for him. "Jack… I need you… I need you so bad…" She whispered.

"I know…" He said, not removing his lips from her. "I'm so hard it hurts so bad…" He licked her long and hard from her asshole up to her clit and felt her buck against him when he flicked his tongue over it. "God you're so incredible…"

"Come up here and I'll show you how incredible I am…" She said trying to pull him up. The ground shook with them again, the air getting just a bit hotter, just a bit denser. She tensed under him and her hand dug her nails in his shoulder. "Please, please… we don't have time… Jack, do this please, let me show you what it's like…"

"We have time…" He whispered and moved to fuck her with his tongue, stretching her and running the tip around the opening. He pressed on her belly with his palm, the thumb coming down to rub her clit hard and fast. He kept inserting is tongue into her, twisting it around, stretching her with it, pulling at her opening with the tip of it. She whimpered but succumbed to his touch and she started trembling again.

"Ah! Jack…" She gasped as she gave in to him. She knew she couldn't get him to do what she wanted. He was going to go about this his way and God, he was so good at it she thought he'd kill her. He pressed on her clit hard and stretched her around his tongue and she came again, trembling and crying. And when she finally relaxed, remaining limp and unmoving he removed his mouth from her. He kissed her belly, her chest and stretched his body over her.

He kissed her wet cheeks, brushing away her tears with his lips and his own dry cheeks. She moaned at him, seeking his lips with her own. "Good?" He asked softly as he kissed her lips quickly. She opened her eyes, darkened and drowned with satisfaction and looked up at him. He wasn't smug anymore. Just happy. He was happy. They were deep in a volcano, naked and fucking while they awaited their deaths and he was honestly happy as he looked down at her. "So what do you think? Would that make up for my lack of other abilities?"

"Christ! That was incredible…" His smile grew and he kissed her temple. "God, Jack!" She framed his face with her hands and made him look at her. "I've never had anything feel that incredible in my entire life." She wiped at her tears and kissed him, smashing her lisp to his. "I can't believe how good you are. Thank you for that! God…" She kissed him again. "Thank you!"

He smiled against her lips. "Had to make up for other things I lacked." Her hand sneaked between them and grabbed his rock hard dick. "Fuck!" He grunted, his head dropping to her shoulder. She rubbed up him once, swirling the palm over the head. He bucked in her hand. "Sam stop or I'll blow right now." His low, rough voice and the painful grip her had on her hips told her he was serious. She removed her hand from him and stroked his back as he took several deep breaths to calm himself. "I want you…" He whispered in her ear, waiting for her to accept him, rather than just taking her, like he did with his fingers.

She kept caressing his back as she parted her legs for him and he settled between them. His head rose from her shoulder with a quick kiss on her neck and looked down at her. She was smiling softly at him, waiting for him to move and penetrate her. This was for him, he was to do this any way he wanted. His hand moved slowly on her thigh to her knee, coaxing her to wrap her legs around him. Her legs. He loved them. Long, slim, smooth. He would starte at them for hours under her BDU's. He had immagined them like this, tighty around him so many times. She obeyed and tilted her pelvis up to him. He had one of his hands gripping her hip and another sneaked up under her back to hold her shoulder for leverage.

He held her eyes as he shifted his body and rested his painful erection against her hot wet folds. His lungs exploded, the exhaled air washing sweetly across her face. She felt incredible. This felt incredible. Hot and wet and slick as he began rocking his hips, rubbing his length through her folds, coating it with her wetness. "Oh my God!" He just about screamed, his eyes drifting shut against the sensation. He moved again and the tip of his dick rested against her opening. This couldn't be happening. "Sam…" He had her. She was real.

Her hands suddenly framed his face again. "Jack! Jack… Look at me…" His eyes opened and he looked at her face. Her legs slipped higher around his body, giving him more access to her body. "Inside me… please."

"God yes!" He whispered and with his eyes on her face he slipped the head of his dick inside her body. She stretched willingly and invitingly around his size, gripping him tight inside her, her trembling muscles tugging at him, pulling him deeper in. He supported himself on his hand by her shoulder as his eyes drifted downwards, over her quivering body, taking in her flushed sweaty skin and trembling belly. He looked to where they were joined, his dick, hard and throbbing with only the head inside her. It felt too incredible to be real.

His eyes shot up to hers and she waited. He returned his gaze down their bodies and watched himself as he slowly pushed the rest of his length inside her body. She stretched tightly around him, wet and warm and he went further and further inside her body. And she accepted his entire length willingly, her sweet body quivering around him, stretching, tugging at him. It was the most delicious torture he had ever felt and he wanted more. Her body. He was inside her body, powerfully breaching her and penetrating her. Deep inside her.

"Ah! Fuck!" He said through clenched teeth, trembling above her, the hand on her hip slipping under her ass and holding her to him as he pushed himself deeper inside her hot tight body, trying to go as deep as he could. Deeper, deeper. He released a long primal groan at the feel of her, his body falling over her, his head resting against her, cheek against cheek.

It felt intoxicatingly good and he felt his sanity slip away, taking his self control with it. All he wanted, the only thing that mattered was to fuck her fiercely until he came powerfully inside her. It was the only thing he wanted, the only thing his mind could process. But he held himself still, memorizing each feel of her. The wetness, the warmth, the tight feel of her velvety muscles gripping him. The hand under her ass pressed her even tighter to him as he tried to insert himself deeper inside her despite that he was buried to the hilt inside her body.

Her legs were opened as far as they could go, her knees up towards her chest and she was patient and willing under him. Her fingers played with the hairs at the nape. "Fuck me, Jack…" She whispered to him.

"God, yes!" He grunted in her neck, his breath washing over her and making her shiver, her muscles fluttering around him. "So good..." He whispered and he pulled his head off her shoulder to look at her. His hips started rocking gently inside her, pulling out and slipping back in. She was looking right back at him and he saw her lips part in a silent gasp at the feel of his dick fucking her. His eyes were dark and burning with restrained passion as he took his time in moving inside her body. She started panting under him, her hands moving restlessly on him, gripping his upper arms, his back, framing his face. She was his first. She could hardly comprehend how it was possible.

"Harder…" He whispered, asking her permission.

"Yes…" She whispered back and he began driving himself harder into her. His head went back, his jaw clenched at the sudden delicious thrill that shot up his spine. He was fucking her, the friction between their bodies driving him insane. She was so willing under him. "Oh, Jack…"

"Harder…" He repeated looking back at her.

"Yes…" She moaned, her voice strangled by the exquisite pleasure. He was hard and stretching her so beautifully. He started pumping into her at a faster rate, hard and powerful. Her body started trembling under him, whenever he hit a sensitive spot inside of her and gasping. "Oh yes… God, yes…" Her hands here holding him tight.

He moved the hand from under her ass to her breast and the other one cupped the back of her head. He kneaded her breast and plunged his tongue in her mouth. She held his head back, her other hand moving to cup his ass as he was thrusting into her desperately. She moved her legs higher on him, stretching herself to her limits and he grunted lost in the feel of her. "Harder…" He said against her lips.

"Yes…" She answered back, muffled by his tongue and he started pounding into her hard, her body jerking with every slam of his hips into her. "Oh God, Jack!" She said, trying to keep her mouth to his, but desperate for air. "Oh my God!" He angled his hips and his dick rubbed against her clit. "Ah! Jack!" She screamed, her body arching under him, her eyes screwed shut and her head thrashing.

His own head dropped to her shoulder. "Harder…" He said.

"Yes…" She said strangled and he moved harder. He was fucking her fiercely, her body twitching and shuddering with his every move. She was gasping and screaming under him, sweat running down her face, down her neck, pooling in the hollow of her throat and between her breasts. She was holding him tight to her and urging him on and he kept going. "Jack…" She said, her hands suddenly gripping his body tight. "Oh God, Jack!" He lifted his head to look at her when he felt her muscles begging to contract on his dick. She was gasping for air and she suddenly screamed, bucking against him and shaking in his arms, her body clamping down on his dick so hard he screamed with her. She was clamping down on his dick so hard he felt himself one moment away from exploding.

But he held strong, sinking his teeth in her shoulder and praying he'd hold on just a bit longer. *Not yet… not yet…* He kept repeating himself. He felt her whimper and he looked back at her as she came down from her orgasm, her body slick with sweat, her hair clinging to her face. She was flushed and she was panting hard. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him.

"Why didn't you finish?" She asked, her trembling fingers running over his lips. She brought her lips towards his body and kissed his naked shoulder, feeling the skin sweaty. She was placing soft kisses on his shoulders, satisfied by her orgasm.

"Not yet…" He said instinctively arching his neck to give her better access to his shoulders. "I want to do this one more time. I want to make you come on my dick one more time."

"Jack…" She said begging him, trying to get him to finish, to find release inside her.

He buried his face in her neck. "We only have now. Let me take my time with you. Please, Sam." She kissed his hair, holding him tight against her and he knew that was her 'yes'. "I want to switch." He said, slowly pulling out of her. He grunted as he left her body, and she felt herself moan with him at the look of utter loss on his face when he was out of her. "From behind." Was all he said as he pulled her to her knees. She kissed his lips quick and turned around, moving to bend over on all four for him.

He moved behind her and pushed himself back in. She moaned and thrust back against him, rotating her hips on him. "God Jack…" He bent over her and kissed her back as he started slowly thrusting into her. He moved slow and steady, loving the way she looked before him. He moved one hand to her front, grabbing a breast and kneading it. He moved his lips to the back of her neck, licking the sweaty skin. "I can't believe you haven't done this before…" She said between rough breaths. "How can you be so good?"

She felt his smile on her skin but she didn't care. He was good. He was damn good. The way he was moving, the power in his thrusts, stretching her hard and fast but not hurting her. He was passionate and fierce without being inconsiderate of her pleasure. She really didn't think she could come again, but she loved having him fuck her. His hand moved to from her breast to her clit and he began rubbing her. "Jack… I really don't think…"

"Shh… Let me do this…" His lips were on her back, his breath fluttering over her skin, cool against her heated flesh. His fingers pulled back against the hood of her clit to give him better access to it and he moved over it again. She bucked against him, her arms giving in and she fell forward on her forearms. He straightened behind her, slamming into her hard and fast, his fingers moving sure and expertly against her and she knew she would come again. Just a few more thrusts of his dick and the tension that was building in her belly would explode.

The hand on her hip started caressing her ass and she squirmed under him. The feel of his hand on her ass, caressing the expanse of flesh exposed to his eyes, his touch, his will, was the most erotic thing she felt. His palm was calloused against her soft skin and she found herself respond eagerly to the power and demand she sensed in him, her body willing for him, her juices running. She was smooth and soft under his hand and he moved over the expanse of white skin.

He cupped a globe in his palm, kneading the flesh hard, his thumb slipping between the cheeks of her ass and rubbing tantalizing against her hole. She was dripping over the hand he was rubbing her with, down her legs, and he couldn't get enough of her. "Sam… dear God, how I need you…" He got her this way, he was fucking her to such oblivion and she was responding so perfectly to him. Perfectly enough that she came again, whimpering and trembling before him, as her release washed over her, her ass bucking against him. And when he felt her body squeezing at his dick for the second time, tugging and pulling at him, her sweet ass bucking up against his thighs, he couldn't hold on to his control anymore.

She was barely down from her orgasm when he flipped her on her back and was inside her again the next second. She immediately pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around him. He was thrusting fast and hard, his face buried in her neck, moaning and grunting. He began trembling over her and he suddenly jerked against her and screamed loud and primal into her neck as his orgasm ripped at his body. Release washed over him, his body going stiff over her, as he plunged as deep in her body as he could. His hips bucked against hers, his grunts muffled by her neck. He was crushing her to him with his arms and the weight of his body and she never felt more contempt in her entire life. He came inside her.

He began relaxing over her, trembling sporadically in the aftermath of his orgasm. She held him as tight as he held her, her hands running soothingly through his hair. He was trying to get his breathing under control, his lips kissing her neck and shoulder every now and then. He couldn't believe that this was what he had missed all his life. And that he had spent the last 2 years pointlessly avoiding getting together with her when they were so good together. And now he had felt her, he had been hard, inside her, he shot his release in her willing body and he had been given all this, only to die soon after. This wasn't for him to keep. She wasn't for him to keep.

He tried to pull himself off her, furious at the powers that be that screwed his life up to this degree. He tried to get off her, away from her, but her arms wouldn't let him. She held him right where he was, holding his head on her shoulder. "Don't be mad." She said. He was grunting as he kept trying to get off her, but she held him strong, the lure of her warm body too much for him to refuse. He slumped over her, defeated and weak, his arms limp around her, his whole body unmoving. His cheek rested on her shoulder as his eyes took in the dark and hot cavern they were in. "Don't be mad." She said again, her hands running down his back. "Please, don't be mad."

"We deserve better…" He said, weak.

"I know. But I love you anyway." There. She had said it. She kissed the top of his head. "And just because these are the circumstance we did this in… Jack, it doesn't make it mean any less to me."

He buried his face in her neck. "You love me?"

"Yes. It's not the post orgasmic thrill talking, nor the fact that we're about to die." She kissed his hair again. "I do love you. And I am so happy I had you. I'm so happy you did this with me, that I felt you come inside my body." She sighed. "I'm happy I did this for you… that I was… the first one..."

"Me too…" He said as his hand started playing with her breast. "I love you too, Sam. I remember that when I first found myself get hard because of you… God… it was all I could do not to rip your clothes off and fuck you like mad. Now I'm sorry I never did that."

"Did you like sex?" She asked as he licked the sweat covering her breastbone.

"Jeez! Are you kidding me?" He looked down at her. "Holy mother of God, that was the most incredible thing ever! I can't believe how good it was to feel you come on my dick. I'm not a very articulate man, Sam, but holy fuck! I never wanted to stop!"

She pulled his head back on her shoulder. "But you loved coming."

His lips kissed her neck softly. "Yes. Jesus Christ, I loved coming! Inside you… so warm and tight. Damn it, damn me, damn this! I never should have waited…"

He raised his head and looked at her. "I'm happy, Jack." She said. "Don't be mad at this. Be happy for us." His lips came crushing down on hers, kissing her furiously, lips crushed, teeth biting at each other. His hand held her head still as his mouth molded to hers, his tongue sweeping in her mouth. She moaned in his mouth and met his kisses with the same fury. Tears were running down her face again, and she found his fingers wiping them away as his kisses softened.

"Be happy for us." He whispered back. "Shhh… Sam… No tears, or I swear I'll start crying with you." She snorted through her sobbed and he kissed her nose. "You want to get dressed? I don't know about you but I'm not comfortable waiting for my death butt naked." She laughed under him, wiping away her last tears. She nodded and he pulled himself carefully out of her and helping her to her feet.

Their mixed juices were running down her thigh and she sat back down. "Jack… I have some tissues in my pack…" He didn't listen to her, just knelt in front of her and the next thing she knew he was licking her clean. She watched him open mouthed as he carefully and soothingly licked her thighs, her folds. He pushed her down on the sleeping bags so he'd have access to her ass, as he cleaned her up. "God Jack…" She moaned in utter fascination. He pulled back when he was done and smiled at her, licking his lips.

"Now can you get dressed?" He asked smirking at her. He was being smug again.

"Not until I do the same to you." And suddenly he wasn't smug anymore. She pulled him down to her and rolled them over. She scooted down on his body and began licking his thighs and his dick clean.

"You don't have to… oh, God…" He felt her lips and tongue on his balls and suddenly he didn't even want to think about her stopping. His hands went in her hair and he played with the blond strands while she moved her tongue over him. She slipped the head of his dick in her mouth and he hissed at the incredible sensation. He looked down on her and she smiled up at him, keeping her lips on his balls. And suddenly he was getting hard again. "Oh, hell…" He moaned. "Now even I know that is not normal. What has it been? 10 minutes?"

"You've got a lot of time to make up for." She teased him, working him to full erection with her lips. "Besides, what are you complaining about?" His hands pulled at her hair to bring her up to him. "Easy flyboy." She pulled away from his hands and moved her lips back to his dick. "You've already fucked me into oblivion." And he was being smug again. "Tell me Jack… have you ever been sucked?" Not smug anymore.

"Not while I was hard. Almost every woman I've been with tried to get me hard with her mouth. They all seemed to take it as a personal quest to try and get me hard." She slipped his head in her mouth and sucked hard. "Oh God…" He bucked against her face, his head going back, closing his eyes at the feel. "But nothing like this. God Sam… please…"

"You want me to stop?" She licked him from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head. "Would you rather fuck me?"

He lifted his head to look at her. "You want to do this?" She blushed slightly as she nodded her approval, her tongue playing over the head. His hands went back in her hair, for support. "Yes, please, yes. Do this…" Her eyes sparkled with unlimited desire and her mouth was suddenly on him. She licked and sucked at his balls, before she moved the tip of her tongue to run excruciatingly slow up the underside of his dick. He moaned, his back arching with her slow move, and then she flicked her tongue over his small opening and he jerked under her. "Oh, fuck!" His hands tightened in her hair, but he fought the urge to control her. She was too good at this to stop her from what she was doing.

She sucked the head in her mouth and slipped as much of him inside her as she could swallow, until he hit the back of her throat. His hips involuntarily thrust harder inside her and she relaxed herself to his move. He mouth was so hot and wet, the suction she worked him up with sending shivers up his spine to the top of his head. Her tongue moved expertly around the head, smooth and hard. She had been sucked before, yes, but he had never been hard before. Every sensation was ten times better, he could feel every detail of her lips stretched tightly around him, the touch of her tongue against him, he felt her heat, the wetness.

She was sucking at him and the sensation was crawling up his body, tensing every muscle, his orgasm building. He forced his eyes open to look down at her with his dick deep in her mouth, her lips stretched around his size. "God…" He whispered as she started sucking him, her head moving up and how his dick, her tongue playing around the head and rubbing the underside.

He felt so hard and hot against her lips and her tongue she felt completely intoxicated by the feel of him. His hand began caressing her hair, the back of his fingers brushing her cheek as she sucked on him. He was brushing back strands of her hair off her face so he could see more of her. Her hand moved between his legs to caress his balls. She moved gently over them, cupping him, tugging slightly, squeezing him and his hips trembled against her face. "My God Sam…"

Her eyes moved up to lock with his and she loved the way he looked. His obvious need for her, his parted lips fighting for air, his dark eyes heavy, looking down at her. His hand kept moving through her hair, over her face, lovingly caressing her as she slowly worked him towards his release. His palm cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch, her mouth still on him. Her eyes closed and she felt his thumb brush over her face, down to her lips. He moved the finger over her lips, stretched around his size, feeling himself slip in and out of her sweet, wet mouth.

Tension built inside his balls fast. "Sam… So close…" He tried to warn her, his self control slipping rapidly. She didn't remove her mouth. "Sam… you don't have to swallow… Oh, fucking…" He felt her teeth scrape over him and he exploded in her mouth, his hips raising off the sleeping bags and thrusting deep in her mouth, as he went rigid, shooting his come down her throat. She swallowed at him as fast as she could, while he trembled under her, his hands tight in her hair, trying to hold her to him, even if she wasn't going anywhere. She was not letting him out of her mouth. "Sam…" He managed to grunt out through clenched teeth, bucking towards her face.

Her mind was spinning from the taste and feel of his come in her mouth and she took him willingly. She was moaning herself on him, as she tasted him unable to believe the feel of satisfaction that was washing over at the knowledge that Jack O'Neill was coming in her mouth. That she broke him like this, and he was jerking under her, release coursing through him, his come shooting out of him down her throat. All because she made him loose it. He was groaning in orgasm because of her lips and mouth on him.

He fell back down on the bags, his hands falling from her hair, by his side, panting hard. She slipped her mouth off him, finishing cleaning him up while he came down from his orgasm. She moved up his body and he opened his eyes sleepily to look at her. "Jesus… that was…" He grabbed her head and brought her lips to his, kissing her slow and long, tasting himself in her mouth. She swallowed his moan as he kept on tasting her swollen lips. He slowly released her mouth. She looked satisfied. Just because she made him come. He pulled her to his chest, holding her tight. She kissed his chest and snuggled to him.

His mind still couldn't believe how good she was to him. And he was never to know if it was just because they were going to die, or because she really felt this way about him, because she really wanted to be his like that. And if she did want to be his in this way, so wanton, so willing, so lovingly, he was overwhelmed with the thought of how they could be together. How they could have been together all this time. And that he only had himself to blame for not having made a move towards her after Ba'al.

"Don't be mad." She said again, her head still on his chest, her fingers playing with the hairs there. "Please, don't be mad."

"This was so good…" He whispered against her hair. "How can I not be mad for having to give it all up?" His arms tightened around her.

"I know… Please, don't be mad." She raised her head to look at him, her eyes clouded with tears. He kissed her eyes and her tears broke free and ran down her face. "We should dress up." She said, wiping them quickly away. "No regrets, Jack. Ok?"

"No regrets Sam. None what so ever." She pulled him up with her and for a change they dressed each other. Pulling the other one's T-shirts over their head, zipping up their pants and buckling up the belt. She brushed her fingers over his now soft dick when she pulled the zipper up, her eyes down on him and she knew he was smiling, watching her face. She knelt in front of him and tied up his boots before he sat back against the cavern wall and pulled her to stand before him to tie her own boots.

He looked up at her, his hands on her knees and he pulled her down to him, to sit down between his legs, her back to him. His arms came around her and she turned to her side to rest her face against his chest. She had an arm around his waist and he rested his chin on the top of her head. He hugged her tighter and gently and lovingly rocked with her in his arms. She smiled as she relaxed further against him, finding the slow motion soothing away her fears. The air was already heavier and it was hard to breathe, both of them getting sleepier as time passed. She saw the faint cloud of gases wash down in the cavern from the hole they fell through. It wouldn't be long now. But she didn't want him to know.

She moved from her spot and sat to his side, obstructing his view of that side of the cavern. Her arms went around him, pulling him to her. He looked in her eyes. He knew. It was clear he knew. But he just rested his head against hers and hugged her back without saying anything. "I love you." She said and faintly heard him say it back. It was getting hard for both of them to keep their eyes open, to stay awake. They were tired from the sex and from the lack of air. "We should go to sleep…" She said.

"Yes…" He whispered back. He was falling limp against her. "Shh… no more talking…" He didn't want to know when she'd go, if she went before him and he didn't want her to know when he'd go, if he went before her. She obeyed his words, both of them staying quiet and progressively limp against each other, the cloud of gas filling the cavern and washing over them, over their entwined bodies.

Jack stood up suddenly, his head hitting something solid. "Fucking shit!" He growled his hands grabbing his head. "Oh, God, damn it!" His eyes opened slowly again, to realize he was in a sarcophagus that was just opening. "Oh shit!" He yelled. "Holy Mother…" He hopped out of it and felt a hand grab his arm. He spun around and saw Daniel. "Daniel!" He paused a moment starring at him. "Daniel?" He looked around, but didn't recognize the surroundings. "Daniel? What… Huh?" He started coughing hard.

His friend pulled him to sit on a bed. "You're fine. You're at a Tok'Ra base. We went looking for you just as soon as the eruption ended and we found you in a cavern." Jack remembered and he froze. The last thing he remembered was the gas, his breathing hard, his eyes cloudy, Sam limp and unmoving cuddled tightly to him. He had been trying to hide his face from the poisoned air in her hair, while she had hers buried in his neck. That was how he lost consciousness, his last thought being a prayed that he wasn't going to die with her already dead in his arms. "That small hole kept you safe from the lava but you were just about suffocated to death. We gated here and the Tok'Ra put you in a sarcophagus." Daniel kept talking.

Jack's hands shot to Daniel's vest and he yanked him hard. "Sam!" He yelled. "Where's Sam? Where is she?"

"Ow… Jack… She's fine! She's fine!" He said quickly trying to calm him. "Jack… Let go!" He pulled himself free. "She went in the sarcophagus before you. She's fine. She's around here…" Jack saw her come in the room behind Daniel and she smiled brightly at him.

"Had a good nap, sir?" She joked. He was just about to lunge for her and hug her when he heard the word 'sir'. He stayed put. "How are you feeling?"

"It hurts when I breathe… you ok, Carter?" His hands were itching to touch her as she rounded Daniel and came to stand by his side.

"The pain will pass. I'm fine. We're ok…" She said smiling at him again.

"Come on. You two need to rest." Daniel helped Jack of the bed and led them down the corridors. "You will be kept under medical observation a while longer. We have Dr. Brightman gating over in several hours." They were taken to a much more comfortable version of a sick bay, which given the Tok'Ra life style was surprising.

"Try and sleep." A Tok'Ra woman approached them. "The beds will monitor your vital signs and warn us of any irregularities. Do you need help?"

"No…" Jack said. "We just want to rest. Thanks." The woman nodded and walked away, leaving the two of them alone. Jack looked at the beds and hopped on one, in a more secluded spot. "Comfy…" He said grinning at her. She just fumbled with her hands and sat on the one next to him. Several panels light up above the beds. "So…" He said on a more serious tone.

"It's a good thing you were shy to die naked, sir. Otherwise…" She gestured towards the door. She was trying to joke but his face saddened.

"Sir..." He whispered, holding her eyes.

"Yes, sir…" She sighed. His eyes fell to her feet, his teeth clenching. He didn't say anything, even though he felt like screaming. He had just got her back when he thought he lost her. They were alive and well. He wanted like mad to hug her, hold her, kiss her. He wanted to feel her against him like he had in that cavern, he wanted to have her back in his arms and not have death on his mind. Apparently she had had more time to think, than he had and she had come to a decision. She could have at least waited to make this decision with him instead of just informing him of it like this. It was his life too, these were his feelings too.

"So…" He said, looking back at her. "Just like that. You go back to Pete…"

"No." She cut him off. "No more Pete. I don't want to marry him."

"But…" He waited. She winced. "Sir…" He repeated her words.

"Yes, sir." She was having trouble holing his gaze. He was hurt. She had hurt him badly and she didn't need to be a telepath to know right now he wished he had died. He nodded at her and stretched down on the bed, turning his back to her. Just like that. He wasn't going to be making his move towards her now, anymore than he had before. Once again he was going to let her choose. They had been together, she saw what they could have, what they were like together and she still didn't think it was something worth fighting for. What more could he do? He had put everything he had on the table for her.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep and forget. Why should he care anyway? How many men wouldn't give anything for a quick fuck with a gorgeous woman and not have to deal with the consequences of their actions? Or even better, now that he could get it up why shouldn't he enjoy it? Fuck as much as he damn well pleased, with anyone he damn well pleased. He could make them cry with his fingers and tongue. The things he could do to them with his dick… Why shouldn't he have fun with this?

He pressed his hand to his temple, trying to force the image of Sam crying for him, while he fucked her, out of his head. God, he didn't want to go around fucking, he didn't want to run from the consequences, he wanted her. He didn't care about accumulating experience with other women, because she was everything he wanted for 8 years. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck only with her, in every way possible. Feel her, learn her, see her. He didn't want other women.

He groaned and forced her out of his head when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Sam stand by his bed and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, confused and worried. Before he could say anything her arms were around him, pressing herself to him. He groaned in desperation, his arms hesitant about whether to hug her or not. "Carter…" He begged, his voice weak and pleading. What was she doing to him? Why was she doing this to him? Her hair was brushing over his face, and he could smell her fresh, clean scent. He moaned, to fight a sob that was just about to break free, his hands finally resting on her back, between her shoulder blades, undemanding, just holding her.

She couldn't do this to him, play him like this. And yet he wasn't fighting her, just sitting there, with her against him and not even being able to hug her back. Because she had made her choice. "Carter…" She pressed her lips to his temple and that was just about all he could take, before he would snap at her furiously, pushing her off him. What the hell did she think she was doing to him, pushing him back to 'sir' and now being all over him like this? What the hell was he supposed to do? "Take me fishing." She whispered and he froze. "We just died… we were supposed to die, not face the consequences of what we did… Of what it mean to me. God, of what it was for you." She sobbed and he found himself holding her tighter. "And I don't know how to do that now."

"Carter…" He tried to move to look at her but she kept her cheek pressed to his.

"You… I was your first, sir. We did that in circumstances that were… It's too unbelievable now. Everything. I can't make sense of it, let alone make a decision. Please, let me stick to 'sir' until we go up there and we'll figure it all out. Together."

He forced his face off hers and looked at her. He brushed her hair off her face. "You were my first…" He said looking at her. "And I'm telling you right now, I'm planning on doing whatever it takes to make sure you're my only. I don't know what decision you'll come to, at the cabin. But know from now, that I will do anything to keep you. Understand?" His hands framed her face and she smiled at him.

"Good." She smiled through teary eyes. "Because right now I'm so scared of fighting for us."

"Me too. It's terrifying. But I'd be damned if I'm letting you go. Don't be scared… I'll do anything it takes." He kissed her forehead. "We'll be fine. I promise. And we'll be together."

She hugged him to her. She believed him. She knew he would hold true to his words and she knew he'd make it happen. They were through the hardest part of it all, and she trusted him and herself to work out the rest of it. She didn't want to give him up anymore than he did. They could do this and the thought of it thrilled her a lot more than it scared her. Because he had made her cry in his arm. She cried for him without shame or fear, because he was that good to her, because she loved him that much. He made her feel like no one else ever did and she loved every second of it.

And she had been his first and he wanted to keep that forever. He wanted to spend the rest of his life loving her like he loved her that first time. In all his life he had moved from one woman to the next without giving it a second thought. This wasn't different just because he came inside her, inside her mouth. This was different because she was able to love him in the worst conditions, because she loved him enough to face death with him and tell him 'I'm happy because you made love to me'. He loved what she gave him and for the first time ever he found that he'd rather die that loose this woman. Anything, he was going to do anything to keep her.

And he knew he was. By the way her arms were hugging him and the way her face was nuzzling his neck, without carrying that anyone could come to check on them. Her father included. They were going to be so great.

THE END.