Title: Days On End.

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Ratings: NC-17 Sam and Jack

Summary: Sequel to Breathless, Sam and Jack go to the cabin to try and make it work. 4 days of nothing but sex!

Spoilers: general season 8

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

Feedback: say what you have to say

Disclaimer: not mine

Author's Notes: I really wasn't planning on giving Breathless a sequel but… too many of you guys wanted it. So… I cracked. Sorry it's not so dramatic and emotion filled as Breathless, but I tried to make up for it with lost and tons of sex. I tried to capture some of the drama in the prequel, but… I hope you guys like what came out. If not, ignore this and stick with Breathless.

I won't be posting all 6 parts at once, so staywith me. It's too late now. More tomorrow. Also... sorry for making it so long. I couldn't stop writing...

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Starting Point

Jack couldn't stop coughing. It had been hours since he came out of the sarcophagus and he had been perfectly regenerated. The pain he felt when he was breathing was gone, but he felt the need to clear his throat or cough every 10 minutes. It was a thing he was doing when he was nervous or embarrassed. He was aware of it and it was driving him nuts. But God he felt both nervous and embarrassed. And he felt stiff. He had been dead actually. Why was he surprised? He had died in that volcano. And lost his virginity and right now he had trouble deciding which disturbed him more. That he came back from the dead or the fact that he had sex for the first time at his age, with Sam, just as they were waiting their deaths.

He looked around the SGC infirmary for her as he sat on his bed, his feet hanging over the side. He had been cleared and had already dressed but came back to wait for her, to see what her condition was. To talk to her. Beg her not to leave him, swear he'd retire, quit, do anything. He wasn't above groveling, he decided as he waited. Her bed was tucked behind a curtain and dr. Brightman was with her so he had to wait patiently around the infirmary. He hated this place. The curtain was finally pulled back and he jumped to his feet like an eager teenager. *Shit O'Neill! Pathetic…* He thought shaking his head. He was just eager for her to be dismissed. Get her out of here, take her away, be alone with her. The doctor walked to him and let him know she was free to leave the base. *Perfect!* He thanked the doc and walked up to Sam. "Hey."

She looked at him, for a moment lost for words. She was still uncomfortable with what they had done and now being back at the SGC. "Hi… sir…" She got out of her bed and he handed her a robe to cover herself, the flimsy hospital gown not covering much. "Umm… sir?" Caught. He had been caught starring at her and practically drooling. He coughed again, avoiding her eyes. She so caught him. How could he not stare when just a few hours back he had been all over her body? Around her, inside her. "You still having trouble breathing, sir?" Three sentences, three sirs. He was getting desperate to get her out of here.

"No…" He tucked his hands in his pockets. "Helps me get over the embarrassment." The corners of his mouth twitched in a smile when he saw her smile brightly at him. "Come on. You wanna get out of here?" She nodded and walked with him to the locker room. He was just about to go in with her but stopped just short of it. "Call if you need help." He said hopeful. She shook her head and went in to change in her own clothes and leave the base. He was being so sweet. And she understood his eagerness completely. She had just pushed him back to sir after they had made love and died together and he really needed some things worked out. She needed them worked out too. He loved her. She knew that. But she was afraid of them losing everything they had. She wanted him, but it would take her time to take the risks.

She changed and walked out, seeing him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and looking at his feet. He was gorgeous. The khakis fitting him too well to be possible, the leather jacket around him giving him a bit of a bad boy look. She snorted. He was a bad boy, not just a look. He raised his head to look at her and she felt her breath catch. The childish side of him that had him trailing after her like a puppy dog minutes before, was gone and now she saw the man. The strong, powerful man he was. The man with fears and nightmares. The man she loved. The man that fought and suffered, the man that loved her and lost her too many times to count. The man that could make her cry for him with his fingers. She shuddered when he smiled a little smile. "Ready, Carter?" She nodded and walked with him along the corridors to the elevator and up to the parking lot.

"We've both been given a few days off." He said as they waited for the elevator to reach the top. "Daniel and Teal'c will be with other teams in the mean while. They still have some work to do and Walter can run this place for a short while." She looked at his face, but he didn't look at her. He kept his eyes on the floor count above the doors, his hands in his jacket pockets. "You got anything planned for the next days?"

"No, sir." He had the tip of his tongue between his teeth, obviously considering his next words. "Why you ask?" She wished he'd just come out and say whatever he was thinking. "Sir…"

"Come to the cabin with me." He blurted the words out, because if he was thinking about them one more second he was going to chicken out. She was taken a bit aback and he finally looked at her. She knew that look. Whenever he tried to be indifferent about something but in reality needing it as air. Needing her. His eyes gave it all away. And she knew she was the only one who could read him. He had no way of hiding. "You said…" He balanced his weight on the balls of his feet. He was so vulnerable right now. "You said you wanted to come up there with me. We have 4 days off. We can stop at your place, you drop your car there, pick some stuff and just leave. I have some of my own stuff up there anyway."

He was waiting and the more she took in answering him the more she saw him retreat back in himself. If she waited just a few moments longer he was going to brush it off, say it was just a thought, make no big deal about it. When it was a big deal. She didn't let him shut himself away from her. "Yes, sir." His eyes brightened. "You sure you don't need anything from your place?" He hated the fact that there were surveillance cameras in the elevators because he really wanted to hug her. He cleared his throat. He wanted to rip her clothes off and ram himself inside her, and he couldn't even hug her.

The door opened and they walked to their cars and he followed her to her home. He was nervous. He had no idea what would happen next. He hadn't even made a plan. What if something went wrong? He wanted to take her up there for a few days of dream. This was on the spot. He had nothing prepared, he didn't even have groceries up there, he had no idea what he was doing. Just going with the moment. But he knew that if they didn't do this now, there was no telling when they'd have time off again. And he couldn't go on with 'sir' after what had just taken place between them. He needed to know where he stood with her. If she was willing to love him, or she just couldn't get over their ranks.

"Before we get there we're gonna have to stop for some shopping, ok? I've got absolutely nothing up there." He confessed and it was fine by her. Ok, so this wasn't going to be the fabulous romantic week-end he had hoped to plan for them, but he just couldn't wait anymore.

It was late in the night when they got to the cabin and Sam had fallen asleep on the passenger seat. Jack left her in the car while he took their things inside and then he came back for her. He opened the door and carefully he moved his hands under her body and pulled her in his arms and out of the car. He kicked the door shut and carried her to the house. She didn't wake up, her head was resting on his shoulder, her body snuggled comfortably in his arms. . He dropped her on the bed, took off her jacket and shoes and pulled the covers over her. She still slept and he knelt by her bed and watched her, resting his chin on the mattress by her face. She was beautiful and peaceful and he really wished he could just crawl in the same bed with her and sleep. He couldn't. Not yet. Not until they sorted things out.

He got up and wet through the cabin turning the heating system on, putting away the groceries, locking his car. He was just about to go back in when he saw Sam with the blanket around her and bare foot waiting for him in the doorway. "What are you doing?" He asked, moving quickly to her. "It's freezing!"

"I didn't know where you were." She said honestly. In two quick steps he was next to her covering her better in the blanket and moving her roughly inside and shutting the door. "Bad dream…" She said. The words surprised even her. Why was she telling him this? Since when did she need a man, or anyone for that matter to hold her and make a bad dream go away? Christ, she was a grown woman. She shook her head. "Never mind…" She moved the thought aside and walked away from Jack's arms leaving him a little shocked and more than disappointed that she was shutting him out. "Why is it so cold?" She stopped and turned to him.

"I just turned on the heating system. It'll take a few hours for the whole house to warm up." She nodded her understanding and moved to go back to her room. "Umm… Carter!" He didn't want her to go. "I'll make a fire. It'll be warmer in the living room. Come on…" He walked to her and gently pulled her to the living room. "You shouldn't be cold." She allowed him to move her to the couch and she sat down while he knelt in front of the fire place and started the fire. "You know Carter… it's ok to need someone when you have a bad dream."

She laughed a bit bitterly. "You don't, sir. I have yet to see one moment of weakness from you."

He turned to look at her, his eyes hard. "Sam… I thought we were coming up here to escape the SGC and deal with what we did in that cave." She didn't understand. "Drop the sir." Her hand went through her hair, her eyes closing as she tried to relax. He was right. She still couldn't lose that aspect of their lives. He went back to the fire. "And that's not true. Just because you don't see them, that doesn't mean I don't have them. I have nightmares. I can't sleep comfortably in my own bed, in my own home. The only time I could get a decent night's sleep was when I was off world with you." He got up and sat next to her on the couch. "Your presence helped me sleep. Now I don't even have that."

He looked at her watching him. "I never knew that." She said. He smiled, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the way she looked in the soft light. She moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "I never meant to hurt you." She whispered. "When I woke up in the sarcophagus and Daniel got me out…" He turned his head towards her without removing her from her position. She was looking into the fire, the events going before her eyes again. "You were on a bed… you were dead." He saw her eyes fill with tears and her lips quiver but he let her go on. Somehow they both needed that.

"I died before you, you know?" She told him, knowing fully well how much that would hurt him. It did. His heart hurt immensely, his breath caught in his throat and felt his own tears sting his eyes. He didn't want to know. "I could still feel you breathe when I felt myself slip away. You were almost gone yourself, but I knew you were still alive when I died. It made it so easy to let go… have my last breath mingle with yours…"

"Enough! Carter… Fuck!" He shouted, his whole body trembling. He pushed her away from him and starred at her with shocked eyes. "I don't want to hear this…"

"I have to…tell you. I want you to know." She took a deep breath and went on, and he sat there, hands balled into fists, jaw clenched.

"No… I don't want to…" He felt anger, pain, hate. He was afraid and hurt, but he bit back the tears and the screams.

She didn't stop and he couldn't even walk away. "I felt safe knowing you'd hold me while I died, knowing that I'd never see you die. And then I woke up. And saw you." Tears started rolling down her face, as she looked at him while she talked. "You weren't moving, you were so limp on that bed… your face was as white as I ever saw you, lips still parted… The…" She was shaking, her hands fumbling and trembling. "The… tips of your fingers had this… this blue tint…" She ran a hand over her face to wipe away the tears running freely. She was trembling from her sobs and her memories.

Jack wanted to stop her from talking, from remembering, but he couldn't. Something held him still and quiet, taking in all she had to say. "I don't know if Daniel or my Dad told you… I started crying like mad instantly. I ran to your side before they could stop me and grabbed your head…" Sobs were shaking her body. "You were so cold… so limp… you were dead. Dad didn't know how to calm me down. Even after you went in I couldn't stop crying. They had to sedate me. When you woke up I had been out for 2 hours and spent one more crying alone…" She took a few deep breaths and seemed to calm down. They were alive again. But he still wanted to scream. "That's why I pushed you back to sir. I was so scared when I lost it like that… seeing you dead… The fact that we had survived against all odds… What we did…"

"I know…" He said and his eyes dropped to his hands. "It still hurt." The cushions of the couch moved as she crawled over to him.

Her hands moved around his neck and he remained passive as she hugged him to her. He sighed against her, his own arms going around her. "Oh… I'm sorry Jack." She kissed his cheek. "I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted that." She kissed his lips softly. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to." He closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder, his face pressed to her neck. "I love you. And I was so afraid when I lost you… I couldn't… I couldn't think." Her hand started threading through his hair as she held him against her. He knew that after the pain she went through reliving the events of his death he should be the one comforting her. But the way she held him, he couldn't let go of her, he couldn't lift his head off her shoulder, couldn't stop nuzzling her neck, feeling her scent, the warmth of her skin. He didn't want to cry. Or scream.

She felt him pull her with him, his strong arms tightening around her to hold her and she was suddenly stretched out with him, on top of him, on the couch. She looked down at him in surprise and saw him smile softly at her, his fingers playing with her hair, moving it behind her ear, brushing her face. She felt more tears roll down her face. "It's ok…" He whispered. "Come here." His arms pulled her to him and she rested her face on his chest. "We're ok…"

"I know…" She kissed his chest through the clothes he had on and he felt his heart melt. "I love you."

He couldn't believe her. He couldn't believe she said the words, that she was hugging him so tightly. And before he could say it back, her lips moved to his and kissed him, her hands framing his face lovingly. He tried to speak between her kisses and when his lips parted her tongue slipped in his mouth to tangle with his. "I…" He still wanted to speak and only ended up getting one word out at a time. "…love…" She nibbled at his lower lip. "…you…" She ran her tongue over his teeth and then plunged deep in his mouth. "…too." He held her head against his face, so he could slip his own tongue in her mouth. He kissed her powerfully, crushing her lips, but pulled back after a short time. "I love you, so much." He whispered.

Sam kissed his forehead briefly and then settled against him again, watching the fire and playing with the sweater he had on. He felt soft and smelled so nice. Jack reached for the blanket she had on and pulled it over their bodies. "You ok with sleeping here?" He asked. "It's still cold in the house… You comfortable like this?" He was praying she'd say yes, because he loved feeling her over him, he liked the way she was snuggled in his arms, playing with his clothes. Her hair was brushing his face now and then and he could burry his face in it, smell her, kiss her, play with her too. He wanted to fall asleep like this and wake up like this.

"Yeah…" She said. "Except that you're poking me." She said, barely able to keep the laughter out of her voice as she rubbed her hips against his slight hard on. He groaned and swore above her. "What? Not your side arm?" God he still couldn't believe how amazing it felt to get hard because of her. And even better now, with her. The excitement, the expectations surging through him as she was kissing him, the desire, the need for so much more of her.

He tried to move her slightly to the side, so she'd be cuddled between his body and the back of the couch and partly off him. She rubbed against him again. "Carter! It won't go away if you keep doing that!"

Her lips sucked on his earlobe. "Who said I want it to go away?" He swore again. "God, Jack! The mouth you have!" He looked a bit embarrassed. He knew he had a bad mouth sometimes. And all the women he had been with hated it. Some liked it in bed, but generally hated it. He knew he was vulgar but sometimes he couldn't help it. Like now when he had Sam, a tall gorgeous blond that he loved beyond belief rubbing against him. "I love it!" She continued and he stilled and looked at her confused. "What? I do. You're a bad boy. I like bad boys. Besides I like seeing you lose it." He grinned and from her position, slightly to his side she rubbed her thigh against the bulge in his pants.

"Oh, God… Sam… I just…" His eyes closed against the feel of her leg rubbing against him. "Sam… I really don't have the energy for this… Can we… oh fuck…" She moved closer to his side and moved her hand to him and cupped him. "God Sam… tomorrow morning? Please? 'Cause right now I'll really mess this up…"

"Why are you still talking?" She said playfully and he opened his eyes to look at her. Her face was right next to his on the arm of the couch, her other hand running through his hair. "Shh… This is for you…" She kissed his lips as the hand she had rubbing him left him briefly so she could undo the belt and his pants. "Lower them off your hips." She said softly, kissing his lips and his cheek.

"Sam… you…" She pressed her lips to him.

"Just for you. Let me do this Jack." He lowered his jeans and boxers off his hips just enough to free his erection for her. She kept the blanket over them, her body cuddled to his side, her face next to his and they looked at each other, caressing each other's faces, as her hand closed around his length. He moaned at the feel of her long elegant fingers wrapping tightly around him and kept his half closed eyes on her face. She looked in his eyes, at his face as she began stroking him hard and sure. No teasing, no tormenting. She rubbed his dick steadily, working him fast and sure towards release. His lips parted with his moans and gasps, his eyes never leaving her face. She was so close to him, pressed to him, her hand in his hair soothing him to a completely relaxed state. Her face so close to his, her breath fluttering over his face, watching him so lovingly as she stroked his dick.

He was hot in her hand, against the chill of the house, even under the blankets. And he was so hard as her fingers squeezed tightly. She kept her hand moving up and down him, squeezing the head, dipping lower to fondle his balls. His eyes were drifting shut now and then and she kept watching him, his reactions figuring out what he needed. She loved doing this for him, making him come for her as she watched him come undone before her eyes, by her hand. So close to her. She threaded her hand through his hair and brushed her lips against his temple as she racked her nails down his lengths. A strangled moan escaped him. And she kissed his lips reassuringly. "Shh…" She whispered, running her tongue across his lips. "Lose yourself… For me Jack." She could feel he didn't want to let go.

He was gasping, his body completely at her mercy, limp, his hands over his chest, letting her do this for him. "Not yet…" He whimpered, holding back, trying to hold his orgasm back a little longer. He didn't have experience with his self control, he was trying and learning, her hand, her touch working him, teasing him to his release while her face, lips, eyes, were what helped him hold out. For her. Hold out a little longer for her. Not yet, not just yet. Learn to hold out for her.

"Jack… it's ok…" Her hand on his face, her lips, her sweet loving face holding him to a place of relaxation and safety as her hand worked him. He was doing absolutely nothing, her small hand doing it all for him. She knew the speed, the tight hold, the power. It was perfect for him, promising such a sweet, hard release. "Come…"

"Not yet… Holding out… Want to hold out…" She understood. She couldn't say she hated it. She enjoyed the feel of his hard hot length in her hand, the way he felt as she stroke him. Reveling in the heat of him, the texture, the strength. She liked his size. Liked having it in her hand, shivering at the thought of having it inside her, stretching herself around it. And the way he looked as she did this to him. The way he looked drowned in passion and desire, the pleasure covering his features, his eyes heavy and clouded, thin, perfect lips parted as he panted and groaned from her hand.

He bit his lip, controlling his body, his passion, his desire. She was so good, the friction on his hot length was so tormenting. He could explode right now. It would be so easy, so good, to just come all over her hand, shoot his load and revel in his orgasm. "A little more…" He whispered. Not over yet. Sam didn't stop, didn't change pace, didn't make it easier for him. She was amazed at how strong he was, how disciplined and strong willed. He had done this only twice before and still he overruled his body's desire, forcing its reactions to obey his control.

God he was good. And it was all for her, with her. She was seeing him grow, she was discovering his sexuality in its deepest details and seeing it all happen before her eyes and that was exiting and erotic. It was a power trip and a humbling experience both at once. He shuddered under her hand but didn't come. She knew he would break her each time they made love. She was seeing his power and force and knew without a doubt she'd be at his mercy once he learned perfect control. She loved it. Her lips kissed his temple sweetly. "Let go…" She whispered, kissing his head. "Enough for now… let me see you come…"

"Sam…" He whispered, watching her face through heavy eyes. "Oh God!" Her hand rubbing his hard dick was exquisite. He never felt anything like it. She was warm and smooth, her hand so small and delicate and yet so delicious around his size, giving him what he needed. "Sam…"

"I'm right here." His face was seeking her touch, his eyes holding hers. He needed her. The blissful pleasure she could give him. She kissed his lips again, her hand threading through his silver hair. "Just for you, this is all for you…" He was close. So close. His hips started trembling, her hand picking up speed a little. God she was so good. "Come on, shh… let go." He was gasping, his eyes still locked on her face. "It's ok, you can come…"

A slow, tired hand came up to hold her face. He was close. Almost there. He caressed her cheek. "I love you…" He whispered. "So much…" He gave up control and his release coiled fast and hard in his body, pressure building in his balls, ready to rip through him in a powerful orgasm. She was so good to him.

"I know. I love you too." She brushed her lips over his face, her hand squeezing just a bit tighter, moving just a bit more powerful and he lost it. "Jack…" She whispered, lovingly against his hair when she felt his release being in him and one second away from exploding. A second before he came, she threw the blanket off them and took his dick in her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around him. She heard his scream, his hips bucking against her face. The wet, hot feel of her lips and mouth, her tongue licking at him intensified his orgasm a hundred time and it exploded powerfully and viciously in him. He growled through clenched teeth, short of screaming, his hips pushing more of him in her wet mouth. His come shot in her mouth and she swallowed all he had to give, without hesitation, her tongue moving around the head licking him.

He was grunting and groaning as wave after wave of release washed over him. Holding it back built it to higher proportions and when he finally came, he came hard. She felt so good with her lips around him. So intense, so perfect, so warm, so much his. She kept softly working him with her mouth as he came down. His groans and grunts turned to soft moans and sighs and she kept her mouth in his softening dick, listening to him. She cleaned him of whatever drops of his semen she missed, so she could pull his clothes back up.

He was breathing hard, she could hear him and he was completely spent under her. His body limp and sated, his hips twitching randomly in the after shocks. She kissed his belly and looked up at him. He was fighting to keep his eyes opened and look at her but he was exhausted. She kissed his belly again and pulled his boxers and jeans up before she cuddled next to him and covered them with the blanket. He was still fighting to stay awake and he moved a hand under her head and pulled her to his chest. She sneaked her hand under his sweater to feel his skin under her hand. "I'm not in the habit of not having the woman come…" He mumbled and she kissed his neck.

"Sleep. I don't care. I did this just as much for me as for you. You felt amazing." She kissed his lips, trying to sooth him to sleep. "This isn't a contest. I wanted this for you. It's not some favor you're supposed to repay. I love you." Her lips kept soothing him, brushing over his eyes, his cheeks. "Sleep Jack, please."

His eyes drifted shut and his body relaxed under her. He buried his fingers in her soft hair as she rested her head on his chest, for her own sleep. "I love you Sam." Was the last thing he whispered, before sleep claimed him, feeling happy and fulfilled with her in his arms, feeling satisfied from coming in her mouth. God, how could she love him so much? She was now cuddled comfortably and safely in his arms, drifting off to sleep, her hand under his clothes, her legs tangled with his. He loved the thought of waking up with her like this.

She woke up startled from dreams three times that night. And each time he woke up with her. It was hard not to, when she was shivering in his arms. She grabbed his head and pressed her mouth to his, desperate for him. To know he was alive, breathing and not that cold, limp form she saw on the Tok'Ra base. To know she was alive. She was panting against his face, her whole body shivering over him, in his arms, small whimpers and sobs torn from her as her mouth molded furiously to his. He didn't fight her off, didn't try to get her to talk. Just held her body pressed to his and kissed her back with just as much desperation as she was kissing him. He knew words wouldn't help. They never did in the middle of the night when the nightmare claimed your mind and body. This helped. Holding, feeling, tasting.

He knew this. He had woken up countless nights alone in his bed desperate for her, for her arms, lips, body, even though he never felt them, but needing them like air. And she was never there and he'd just scream in his pillow and fight demons and fears on his own. It made him stronger, he knew. But he was strong enough. He didn't want any more, just wanted her. Like he had her now. He prayed he wouldn't have to muffle his screams in the pillow anymore, and more so hoped he'd never have nightmares again. He gave her what he knew she needed. Kisses, hugs, touches. Then she'd just relax against him and fall back asleep with her face pressed to his. The fourth time she woke up, he instinctively guided her mouth to his and kissed her back to sleep. He knew.

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Day 1

Jack was already awake when she woke up in the morning. The house was warm, the fire was still burning slightly and there was a bright, pleasant light coming in the room from outside. Sam stirred above him and felt his hands rub her back softly. "'Morning." He said sleepily. She groaned and turned to look at him and he saw the biggest grin spread across her face. "What?" He brushed the strands of hair off her face. "Hey, no morning kiss?" He said trying to stop her from staring at him like that. She had her chin on his chest, looking up at him and grinning. "Now you're making me feel uncomfortable. What?" She reached out a hand and ruffled his short silver hair. "Hey, hey! Don't do that!" He tried to get way from her hand and nearly succeeded in throwing them both off the couch.

"Jack!" He stilled when she yelped. So did she, clinging tightly to his body. "You look good in the morning." She finally told him and he groaned, letting his head fall back on the arm of the couch. "Come here…" She moved up his body, to be at the same level with his face and he gave her a quick morning kiss. Only to have her move a hand to the back of his head and hold him in place while she pushed her tongue in his mouth. Now that was unexpected.

He moaned, but gave in to her lips, tangling his own slippery tongue with hers. He was never going to pass up the occasion to have his tongue in her mouth. Her teeth bit his lower lip and she tugged without hearing any protests from him. He was loving it. She could see it in the way a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth and the pleased look he had in his eyes. He liked seeing her so possessive of him. She released him with a wet pop that made his dick stir. "I'm hungry." She said.

Jack smiled and ran both his hands through her hair. He could swear she purred. This was sweet and he really didn't want to get out from under her. She was pressed to his chest, feeling the softness of her breasts crushed to him, and he really loved the way her groin was pressed to his. "I'll make breakfast." He said eventually. "You go shower." She smiled and got off him. He hated that and his groan showed it. Couldn't they just stay like that the entire day? Who needed food?

By the time she came out, he had the kitchen table set and breakfast ready. "Nice…" She smiled at him. "You're full of surprises aren't you?" He grinned at her. Her hair was wet, her skin still damp and he couldn't help himself as he sneaked his hand under the bathrobe she had on and pulled her naked body against his. She didn't have time to protest before his lips crushed hers, his fingers running up and down the naked, warm skin of her back.

He pulled back breathless when she started squirming in his arms. "I'd sell my soul if I could spend every morning from now on seeing you like that." He whispered against her neck, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin. "You taste nice…" His tongue flicked her earlobe and tickled the spot behind it.

"I didn't know you had such a thing for the dramatic Jack…" His face was a picture of confusion as he looked at her. "Selling your soul? Please…"

"I would… I'm never letting you go… I meant what I said." He kissed the hollow of her throat. "I'll do anything it takes to keep you."

She kissed his hair. "I know Jack. You won't have to. I promise…" He kissed her lips again and let her move to the table. They ate together and she cleared the table while Jack went to shower and change. They did everything going on instinct. Didn't need to talk, to tell the other what they were doing. Just did it. The rest of the day was spent doing absolutely nothing but sitting around with each other. It was cold outside and there was still a thick layer of snow on the ground. They didn't even want to go out anyway. They needed rest anyway. They barely got it nowadays.

It was late in the evening and Sam was sitting in front of the fire. Jack had made the fire again, but more for the atmosphere than to keep the cold way. The cabin was very well heated. He was finishing the dishes in the kitchen and Sam started looking around the room. He liked this place. Every corner of it was so him. Had his touch, his feel about it. There was comfort and safety all around her. She looked at his books, some old photos. She picked up his jacket from the back of a chair to move it to the hallway. He had left his gun holster was under it. It was his personal weapon, one she had seen many times before. But for some reason, right now she couldn't take her eyes of it.

Sam found herself standing motionless in the middle of the room looking at it, the only thoughts in her head being memories of what he had admitted to in the cave. That he had never had any intentions of outliving her. No matter what. The honesty in his voice, the reality of his intentions, the pain in his eyes as he considered the possibility of burying her. He had been truthful about his intentions. And it angered her, scared her, hurt her.

She dropped the jacket and picked up the holster. Slowly she popped it open and drew out the gun. It felt heavy and cold in her hand, it felt wrong. The holster was dropped to the floor and she held the weapon carefully, moving her hand moved over the barrel, around the curves of the gun. It was so cold. So lifeless. And that was when Jack walked in and froze in his tracks. His hands tightened on the small towel he was drying his hands on and stared at her. "What are you doing?" He asked calmly, trying to keep his voice from shaking, trying to keep his hands from shaking. His eyes moved between the weapon in her small hands and her pained face, his heart taking up an insane rhythm in his chest.

She was a Colonel in the AF, she had been a fighter pilot, she had saved his ass countless times and proven herself an excellent soldier. But seeing her like that, dressed only in a flimsy robe, her eyes lost and sad as she caressed the cold metal of the weapon scared him beyond reason. He wanted one thing and one thing only. To get the gun out of her hands. Fast. He didn't understand why and he wasn't even considering analyzing it now. All reason fled him and fear was the only thing he knew. "Sam…" He dropped the towel and took a couple of steps towards her. She didn't react. "Sam, can I have the gun?"

She didn't look at him as she spoke, her voice cracking with emotion. "You remember in the cave? When you told me that thing about you not wanting to outlive me?" He nodded and tried to take one more step towards her, maybe even get close enough to take it from her hands, but she backed up one step towards the center of the room. "How much thought had you given the idea? Was it just some abstract thought or were you seriously set on it?" He couldn't lie to her because she'd know it before the words even left his mouth. He also couldn't patronize her and give some bullshit. But the truth was also not an option.

For some reason, despite all the trust he had in her and the knowledge that she was more than capable of handling a weapon without hurting anyone, he desperately wanted her to let go of his gun. Now. T least until his mind wasn't screaming and spinning anymore from panic. "I don't wanna talk about that." He told her, taking an indifferent stance before her. "Can I have my gun back now? Please."

"But I do."

"Why? You made me promise I'd never think of it again? Now you want details, Sam?"

She finally looked at him. She looked lost and his fear escalated another level. He was ready to do anything. "I want to know."

"It's irrelevant. I told you, it's gone and forgotten. The gun?" He reached out a hand, but she didn't move. "Sam please, just give me the gun."

"Why?" He was really getting desperate. "Were you going to shoot yourself? I really don't see you doing it any other way. You're a soldier." His eyes hardened at her a bit. She was right. "Where would you have done it?" His jaw clenched. He really couldn't see what she was after. He really couldn't care less if these things were said or not. He had thought about it over and over, but this was visibly affecting her. He wanted to stop that. He wanted the gun out of her hands. "At your place? I doubt you would have come all the way up here."

He began inching his way towards her. She didn't react. "No, at my place, you're right about that." He told her. Trying to keep her focused on him. "With a gun. That gun, actually." He kept closing in on her. "I keep it locked in a small vault in the living room when I'm not using it. That's where I would have done it. The second I came home after losing you." He saw tears start to roll from her eyes, her lips parting as she started sobbing. "I thought about it so many times. Every time you were MIA, or injured severely. Every time I was facing the smallest chance of losing you. And there have been so many times…"

"Why?" She whispered between sobs.

"Because I love you. I didn't care if I was living with you, without having you. You were there, in my life. What was I left with if you were gone? You're everything I have. The only thing that keeps me going. I like my job, but it's not a motivation in my life. I have the guys, but they just make the days easier. You… you're what I live for." He was still moving towards her, his only thought making her drop the weapon.

"Why didn't you ever…"

"Tell you? Say something? Do something? You were my subordinate, Carter! You made things clear 4 years ago. I'm a bastard Sam, I know that. But I loved you and respected you enough to let you make this choice. Leave everything I had and felt in your hands. You can't say you didn't know. You knew."

Another sob shook her. "Yes… I did. I was afraid."

"It's ok. We're together now. And we can make it work." Why wouldn't she drop the gun? His heart was in his throat, his mind was racing, clouded with fear and pain. This was insane, she was a Lt. Col, for crying out loud. "Sam, please, just drop the gun."

"Yes. We are together…" He was almost near her, just about close enough to take the gun from her, when she backed up again. His jaw clenched and he kept a curse from rolling off his tongue. He could feel the shaking in his hands, his breathing erratic. He couldn't think anymore. "But what if I will die before you? You know how fast and easy it can happen. In one single second."

"I promised you I won't do it." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Sam, I'm a man of my word. I gave you my word I won't. Look, let's just sit down and talk. Ok?" He reached for her but she backed up again. "Damn it…" He breathed. His patience was running thin, his self control overtaken by fear and desperation. "Sam, just give me the gun." This time, tactics be damned he walked to wards her determined to take the weapon out of her hands. She avoided him. "Carter! I swear…" His voice finally cracked.

"Why're you so stressed?" She asked.

"Because I want you to drop the weapon! Please, just put it down." His voice was actually shaking, his hands rubbing his face in desperation. He couldn't think, couldn't find reason.

"I'm a soldier, Jack, I know how to hold a gun."

"What the hell do you need it for?" He screamed. She saw his eyes betray his emotions and she found that pleasing. He was hurting. Like she was. Good. "You gonna shoot me? What? Put the damn thing down!" Her eyes defied him. She wasn't going to let the gun go. He saw her move the gun and brush the metal piece against her bare leg. Something in him stirred at the erotic sight, but it scared him even more. "Carter…" He warned again, moving towards her and again she backed up. He saw her fingers slide over the weapon and she released the safety. "Carter!" His scream was strangled and broken. His hands were fists, his jaw set. His eyes black and clouded, moving from the gut to her eyes and back. She had broken him. Shattered him, crushed him. He stood before her in pieces still fighting for some hope of survival.

The cold metal caressed her skin, as she moved it along her leg, feeling the horror absorbing every horrific feel at the thought of his death. For her. Cold metal against warm skin. The man she loved above all else before her. The means for his death in her hands. He tried to move to her again, hoping she'd let him close to her. She didn't. "Carter! Give me the damned thing!" His fear turned into anger. At her. At her hurting him. How cold she hurt him? They were moving in circles around the room. He just couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck you! I lost my son because of that damned thing!" He shouted at her with so much anger and pain she froze in her spot. "Put. It. Down. Now!" She didn't move.

He was scared. Mortified of something that not even he could identify. But he was. He was also hurt. And that she wanted him to be. Because she couldn't get the idea of him committing suicide out of her head. And that hurt her. She didn't release the weapon even if he had just snapped. She knew he had. He would have never shouted at her like that otherwise, his control of his emotions so completely lost to him. She didn't care. He stalked towards her. "Give me the gun." He reached for her but she didn't release it. "That's it…" In two fast steps that even she didn't have time to react to, he reached her and before she could move away he grabbed her right wrist and held the gun away from them.

Jack roughly pushed her to a corner of the room and pined her to it. He yanked the weapon out of her hand hard, flicking the safety back on, his body taking a threatening stance over her. "You… Don't you ever play with me like that!" She could hardly breathe under the heavy weight of his body. He let the gun drop safely to the floor and focused his attention on her, trapped under him. "You…" She was watching him, breathing heavy and fast, trying to get some degree of freedom. His large hands framed her face roughly and held her head against the walls.

A whimper was torn from her. "Jack…" Her hands gripped his upper arms, but she couldn't move him.

"How could you…" His voice was angry. "When you know how I feel. You know every part of me…" He pressed into her harder and she moaned helplessly trying to gain some freedom. "You knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?" He gripped her chin. "You enjoyed it? Payback Sam? Is that it?"" She whimpered, barely having enough air for any sound.

His head bent to the side and his mouth closed on her neck, biting her skin, wanting nothing more than to hurt her. She whimpered and tried to pull his head away, her fingers twisting in the short silver hair. "How could you play with me?" He roughly turned her head and bit the other side of her neck, his hands still holding her head possessively against the walls. She was his, he finally had her and he refused to accept the possibility of losing her. Ever. "I won't ever lose you." He needed her desperately, to save him, heal him, make things right. She knew his fears even when he didn't and she had played them well, took advantage of him. She hurt him. His hands moved fast between them and undid the belt of her robe, yanking it open. "You're mine!"

"Jack…" She moaned in shock, but didn't have the courage to stop him. He was furious with her. His hands were fast and rough, determinate and sure. He knew what he was doing even if he was going on instinct alone, driven by something primal and powerful. Fear, want, need. "Jack…"

"I'll never let you go." He held her against the wall and grabbed her thighs, lifting her off the ground, opening her legs and forcing her to wrap them around his waist. "You're mine." He gripped her hair and pulled her head back. "And I will never lose you." She was panting, moaning, her hands gripping his shoulders tight for leverage. His mouth was on her neck again, sucking hard, biting her. "Never lose you!" His lips and teeth trailed to her shoulders, biting at her collarbones, licking her skin and her head began thrashing against the walls. "Never give you up, never…"

She felt his hands move between them again and felt him undo his belt. She heard the rough sound of the zipper and felt him letting them fall to the floor. "Oh God…" Her head slammed against the walls, a loud moan torn from her. "Jack… Wait…" He didn't listen. His boxers were next and she felt his hard dick trapped between their bodies when he leaned in to her again. This was too fast, too sudden. "Jack…" She didn't even know why she wanted to stop him. She just wanted him to slow down a bit. He was moving too fast, he would hurt her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place for him. He was scarring her. He was rough and fast, and he was mad at her. She didn't want him to do this when he was mad at her. She didn't want this to be anger. "Jack… wait… please…"

Next thing she knew he powerfully rammed his hard length into her body. She cried out through clenched teeth, her eyes screwing shut praying not to hurt. She wasn't ready, she was barely wet and he wasn't exactly small. There was no foreplay, no seduction. Just anger. Her hands dug in his shoulders. "Won't lose you!" He kept repeating, his teeth sinking into every inch of flesh they could reach and biting her hard. "You won't leave me… I won't allow it." She loved his teeth, and his lips. They were in perfect harmony. They'd bite and right behind them, his lips would close on the flesh to soothe it. It was perfect. "I won't let you leave me…" He started moving the next second, his dick pulling at her dry flesh, the friction more than she could bear. "Won't let you…" It was hard enough to be painful, but the pain was small enough to be pleasurable.

His teeth kept nipping the skin. Her neck, nipping softly along the jugular, on the spot behind her ear. The earlobe, her shoulders. His hips kept slamming his hard length into her, fiercely, without waiting, without pausing and she was crying out and panting with every slam inside her. He wasn't controlling himself now, he wasn't even thinking about it. No control, not restraint, no care, just furiously fucking her. Hard, fast, taking her, impaling her. He needed to feel her. He wanted to be inside her, wanted to stretch her, fuck her. "Never, ever…" He grunted. He wanted to own her. "You won't…" He was slipping in and out fast, rough, his moves nothing but primal and animalic.

"Jack please… don't…" His lips closed on hers powerfully and furiously. His tongue thrusting in her mouth, forcing her teeth open. He couldn't breathe. She was so hot and tight around him. He had missed this. He needed this. Her. Couldn't stop thinking about her, about feeling her. Around him, deep inside her. Her hands were gripping him, trying to pull him off her, but he wouldn't allow it, as he kept fucking her. He could feel her cries in her mouth. He knew this wasn't right for her. He didn't care. She was sweet and tight around him, pulling at his hard flesh so deliciously. He wanted the release her protesting body promised him and he wasn't letting her go.

His sweatshirt was rough against her chest, rubbing against her nipples in a sweet friction. "Jack…" She moaned. His head dropped to her shoulder, but he didn't fight for control, he let it all go, lost every trace of the restraint he might have had and was moving, pumping into her madly and viciously. She wasn't prepared for this. "Jack… wait… wait!" He could feel her dry, he could feel the pull of her flesh, and her muscles were quivering and gripping at him, trying to accommodate him. "Ah… oh, Jack… please… don't!"

Sam started whimpering and trembling in his arms, her hands digging her nails in his shoulders, holding on to him for leverage, for dear life. But he didn't want to stop. He didn't stop. He was slamming into her, fast and sure. He bit his lips against the moans and groans that were threatening to break free. He was not going to be weak in her arms. He was in control now. She was his, her body, her mind. He sunk his dick into her hard to make his point to enjoy the power. She wasn't hurting him anymore now. "Oh, God… Oh, Jack! Jack please…" Her hands started gripping at his hair, trying to pull him off her, trying to get him to stop a moment, slow down, give her a bit of time to adjust. "Jack…"

"No!" He shouted and kept thrusting into her. "You're mine…" His head lift to look at her, placing one final bite to her neck. One hand moved to holding her hips for his penetrations, the other brushed her hair back from her face, forcing her head against the walls, as he watched her sweaty body writhe and twist in his arms. He slammed into her harder. She was gasping, her head against the walls of the corner, her heavy, tear filled eyes holding his, clouded, pleading. She was shuddering with every plunge of his dick inside her body, her thighs trembling and convulsing around his waist. "I can't lose you… never lose you…" He repeated. Sam started moaning and whimpering, her hands tight in his hair, her eyes glazing over and becoming heavier as she looked at him.

Jack was lost. She could see it, read him. He was not going to stop and she gave up trying to stop him. Her juices were running now and the small pain subsided. He kept moving hard inside her. His desperation for her, for this, not losing its intensity. "You're mine!" He growled again.

He was so hard inside her, and stretching her so much. She felt his length move in and out, her body griping him, massaging him. She felt every inch of him. He was close, she could feel him lose his rhythm, his hips shake against her. His forehead dropped against hers. "Mine. You're mine." His hand held the back of her head, using her shoulder for added leverage to his furious thrusts and he kept moving against her, pounding into her body, making her shake and twitch with ever penetration. It was so good. Feeling her shudder, her breasts bounce against his clothed chest, her muscles rippling helplessly. She was helpless and his. His hand fisted in her hair. "Never do that again." She jerked at his thrust, her head slamming into the wall, her eyes screwing shut.

"Ah! Jack!" She could feel her own tension build in her body. He was so close she didn't think he could or even would wait for her. The hand on her hip was tightening, digging his nails in her skin and holding her for his dick, vicious need driving him into her over and over. "Please… slower… Jack, please…" His moves were erratic and desperate, his lips parted and grunts and growls torn from him. His eyes never left hers, her face, his hand forcing her to look at him. "Jack…" She felt so good. She was wet around him and he could feel her get wetter with every pump of his hips. She was dripping down her thighs, he could feel her when he moved his hand to support her ass. He loved that. He loved the way she felt.

"Won't lose you…" He said breathless. "Never. Lose. You." He punctuated every word with a hard pound of his dick into her. She cried out ever time. "You hurt me." He could feel his orgasm build fast and hard, pressure coiling in his body. "I needed you and you hurt me…" He wouldn't stop for her. He didn't want to stop for her. His head dropped to her shoulder when sensation became too much. She was too tight, too wet, too hot around him, her feel, her scent. He was so close, so much in need to come in her body. "Don't ever hurt me…" He screamed, the last rational thought he had before her body pulled him into release. His orgasm ripped through him, his breath exploding in her neck with a primal frightening growl, his hips jerking and bucking against her. "Sam!"

She felt his hot come shoot inside her body and that was enough to send her into her own release. She arched in his arms, her breasts pressed to his clothed chest, her head going back against the walls and she came on him, around him, intensifying the sensations coursing through his body as he orgasmed inside her. Her muscles clenched around his dick hard, rippling around him, tugging at his length and she heard him release a scream in her neck, his hips still jerking into her. So sweet, she was such a sweet fuck and his mind shut down.

She was shuddering in his arms, her own tight around his shoulders and back, crushing him to her. She gasped as the last of her release faded away and felt him hold her tight against his body as his legs gave in to the exhaustion and slowly dropped to the floor with her in his lap. His breathing was hard as she stayed in his arms, her legs around his waist, his soft dick still inside her. He was panting hard, his eyes closed and his head on her chest. She could feel his body twitch sporadically in the after math, his mind still fighting to grasp reality over fear. She didn't move from him and he was grateful for the safety of her arms, now that his reason had fled him and had no power.

Sam regained her breath faster than he and hugged him tighter to her holding him, giving him time to recover. He was completely limp against her, his hands barely holding her to him. Her body began relaxing against him, pain no longer present and she found joy in his hold. This had been good for her too in a way. Seeing him so fierce and powerful with her. She liked it. Her hands ran through his hair, pulling his head slightly back and resting him against a wall of the corner. His eyes still didn't open, his lips slightly parted. "You ok?" She asked, caressing his face with soothing touches. She didn't know how to help him regain his control.

Finally Jack opened his eyes to look at her. She smiled but he didn't and she saw his jaw clench, his eyes turn hard and distant. He was stiff against her. "Oh God…" His face went white. "No… Oh my God…" His hands pulled at the edges of her robe so he could see her, judge the harm he caused her, his eyes and fingers running over her. "No, no, no… I didn't…" He looked for the injuries he inflicted, seeing her skin red and scraped from his teeth and hands. "Oh dear Lord…" He didn't even hear her reassurances, couldn't believe them. His fingers came between them feeling her still stretched around him and he sobbed. He did hurt her. She was so dry around him when he penetrated her it hurt him. His eyes screwed shut, his head slamming against the wall.

But she didn't try to get away from him like he expected her to. She stayed in his arms and his eyes opened to look at her. He was trying not to cry. How could he have been so weak? So lost? So mad? So angry? "I'm ok, you didn't hurt me. I swear." Her voice was sweet and calm. "Jack, please…"

"God…" His hands framed her face and he started kissing her lips and her face, trailing down her neck and shoulders, over every red spot his teeth left on her, caressing her skin, calming it with his soft lips. "Forgive me… Oh please, forgive me…" She was shocked at how weak his voice was. "I'm sorry I lost it… I really didn't mean to hurt you... Never, never you…"

She forced his head up and kissed him. "I know Jack. I'm sorry I hurt you. With the gun. I just… I can't get over what you said about…" Her head dropped to his chest snuggling in his arms. She needed the comfort of his arms, the way only he knew how to hold her, comfort her. She needed to feel him love her, not just fiercly fucking her, and she moaned a please sound when his hand come in her hair to hold her there. He held her in his arms, tight and warm and secure. Just like he could.

"You were never supposed to know about that." He gently caressed her hair. "I knew it would hurt you even if we weren't… doing this. I'm sorry I ever told you." She buried her face tighter in his chest and he kissed the top of her head. "But I gave you my word I'll never think about it again. And I won't. Please, do the same. Let it go." He saw the black gun on the floor where it had landed and his arms crushed her to him. God, how cold he have been so stupid? He moved under her and picked up the gun. "Sam?" He placed the gun in her hand, his fingers closing hers hand over it. "Still wanna play with it?"

She pulled her head back and looked at him. He winced, avoiding her eyes. "I don't know what came over me before. I won't again… I swear." His eyes were looking at her hand around the gun, his fingers caressing hers. He couldn't face her. "You know… Charlie… and…" He groaned, fighting to get the words out. He closed his eyes a second, trying to find the strength, running a hand through his hair. "In a second… I just… When I came in the room I saw you as the woman I love and not my 2IC. I already lost the most precious thing in the world to me because of a misplaced weapon… I forgot I had left that there. I was shocked at my recklessness, at the you looked holding it. You're everything I have. I was afraid."

"I'm sorry." She said, gently holding his face with one hand while she carefully held the gun with the other, his hand still over hers. "Jack… I knew I was hurting you. I wanted to." His fingers brushed her hand and felt the contrast between her warm fingers and the cold metal of the weapon. He looked from her at the hand holding it. He didn't freak. She was Sam Carter, he knew her, trusted her.

"I know." He said, still caressing her hand over his gun. "Because of the suicide thing?" She nodded. "Ok… we've got some major issues to work out." His hand brushed through her hair.

"How about we just agree to let that go."

He seemed to think for a moment and she smiled. He was adorable. "That… might work…" His face turned serious again. "I went way too fast with you just now… Swear to me you're ok…"

"I'm fine. I bit sore, but you know… it's good sore." He groaned and closed his eyes. "I'm fine Jack. You were incredible." She kissed his lips. "You liked it? The power? You were a lot more in control than the first time."

He looked at her, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. "Yeah… But we could have done this without me jumping you like that."

"You liked that." She smiled. He did. He was in control now. This wasn't new to him anymore. She regretted that. The first time they made love, the idea that it was his first time, that she was his first, was the most amazing experience in her life. He was in control of himself now. And she knew that he'll more than make up for taking that feeling away from her. "Come. Shower and bed." She moved herself off him, his dick slipping out of her. She could feel their mixed juices running down her thighs, but she didn't mind it. In a way she enjoyed the feel. Belonging to him like that wasn't as uncomfortable as thought as it had always been with her previous lovers. She didn't want to belong to them. She wanted to belong to him.

His hand moved between her legs and ran his fingers on her inner thigh, coating them in their juices. He loved her wet for him. Because of him. "I'll be right with you. You go clean up."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh you know… the old knees… they're not really up for sex against the wall anymore. I just need a little time before they can support me." She took his hand and draped it over her shoulders. She wasn't going to abandon him on the floor, in a cold, dark corner of the house.

"Lean on me." She pulled him slowly to his feet and heard him groan in pain. "Ok?" He nodded rapidly, his face losing a bit of color against the pain. She took more of his weight on her and helped him move to his bedroom. He felt heavy and powerful, but she gladly took as much of his weight as she could. She took him directly to the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the tub. "Need help?" She asked and saw him blush. "Ok… I'll be… in my room… cleaning myself up." She smiled, feeling a bit self-conscious herself of the wetness dripping down her legs. She loved the wet feel, so she really didn't know why she was awkward. She would have loved to stay and wash him.

She came back a few minutes later to see how he was. He was in his boxers and T-shirt, still sitting on the edge of the tub and she was surprised to see his face light up with joy and relief when he saw her in the door. "Hi." He said fumbling with his hands. "Umm…" He needed her, she could tell. "Bed?" He was adorable sitting there, doing absolutely nothing but waiting for her to help him move. He had washed himself but still couldn't walk on his own. "Umm… please…?" She smiled at him and moved to help him up and support him as they moved to the bed. He slumped on the mattress with a heavy sigh. "God, I'm getting old."

"No, just crazy." He groaned. "What on Earth possessed you to fuck me up against the wall when you knew this would happen? There was the floor, the couch, you could have even bothered to take me to bed." She saw him pick up a pillow and cover his head with it. "You weren't thinking were you?" He groaned somewhere under there. "You want painkillers?" She took his movement for a no.

He felt the mattress give as she stood up and walked out of the room. He peaked from under the pillow to see her walk away and he sighed. Oh well, he really couldn't expect her to stay in his bed for the night. Not like what they did was exactly making love. Just a quick fuck against the wall because he lost it. "You're a fucking asshole O'Neill!" he mumbled, his face back under the pillow.

That was how Sam found him when she walked back in. He could be so childish sometimes. She sat back down and he jumped at the unexpected motion. He was trying to ignore the dull pain and go to sleep. He quickly looked out from under the pillow, to see her dressed in nothing but a tank top and panties, sitting on his bed. His face was a picture of innocence. "Face up." She said smiling and he obeyed. She sat by his side and opened a small bottle. "This always helps me when I strain a joint or a muscle." She poured a little oil in her palm and rubbed her hands together. It smelled nice. Soothing. He watched her hands come down to massage his knees and she heard him moan the next second. "Like it?"

"God, yes." His head dropped to the bed and his eyes closed. "It's incredible." He hands kept working at his knees, kneading the muscles, relaxing the ligaments and soothing the pain. The oil helped her fingers glide over his skin and she adored the feeling. The way his tanned skin felt, a bit rough, but pleasant and erotic. She loved the warmth his body gave and she loved the feel of his knees in her hands. She moved from one to the other repeating the movements. "This is amazing." He whispered. "The pain is actually gone…"

"I told you. Relax. Try and sleep. I know this is soothing." He sighed and obeyed her words.

"Thank you… Sam…" He whispered and fell asleep with the feel of her hands working on his knees. And she was so good at it. She knew every sore spot, every scar and wound, she knew how hard to press, how to rub. Something in his mind told him this wasn't right. That he should be taking care of her after the way he roughly fucked her against the wall, but there was nothing he could do about it as sleep claimed him the next second.

She saw his body relax and his breathing slow down and she removed her hands from him. She used a small towel to dry her hands and clean his knees of the oil, before she sat back down on his bed. She didn't know if she should stay with him, if it was the right thing to do, despite everything that happened. They still hadn't worked things out between them, they weren't officially a couple now and she didn't want to lead him on and God forbid, later on realize that she couldn't do this. Or what if he couldn't do this? She knew she was hurting him before and she didn't hesitate to draw out his suffering. Why should he be willing to put up with that?

She got off the bed slowly and walked back to her room and got in bed. When he first brought her in the cabin he didn't assume she'd want to spend the nights in his bed. Although he had been very tempted to take her to his room without giving it a second thought. She appreciated the gesture. That he was willing to give her space. She fell asleep fast, her legs still protesting slightly from his rough moves inside her, slamming her against the walls, but her body was also humming pleasantly, satisfied from the orgasm he gave her, from the stretch around his dick. She loved the way he felt inside her, even if he had pushed in her dry. The pain scared her at first, but it was him. He'd never hurt her.

She'd been asleep for only a few hours when she felt her bed move and felt a pair of arms slip under her back and legs. She opened her eyes at the same second Jack lifted her off the bed, still wrapped in the covers. She was in his arms, warmly cuddled against his chest and he moved from her bed. "What are you doing? You knees…"

"They're fine." He mumbled, his voice sleepy. He hadn't been awake long himself. He moved her to his bedroom and gently placed her on the mattress. He took her covers off her and climbing in with her, tucking them both in his bed. "I'm not letting you go." He said as he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, holding her to his chest and tangling his long legs with hers. She didn't fight him, sneaking her hands under the T-shirt he had on and feeling his naked skin, tucking her head under his chin. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Sam." He said, a hand holding her head tight against him. "Please don't leave me…"

Her palm ran over the expanse of his back, in a sweet caress, tightening her hold on him. "You didn't. I won't. It's ok. Let it go." She felt his hand draw her hips tighter against his own and heard him breathe deeply. She smiled and closed her eye, relaxing in the warmth and power of his arms and falling back asleep with him.

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Day 2

When Sam woke up the next day Jack was already up and nowhere in the room. She slumped back on the bed and stretched herself on the mattress. She liked his bed. It was big. And incredibly comfortable. Plus it smelled like him. She liked that. It was intimate. The door to the bedroom cracked and he leaned on the door frame watching her squirm between his sheets. "Need any help in there?" He asked and saw her head rise to look at him, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. He wore a faded button down black shirt and a sexy pair of jeans. She didn't get the chance to respond because he disappeared a minute and returned with a tray. "How about breakfast in bed?"

She was open mouthed as he put the tray on the bed and kicking his shoes off, climbed in with her. "We need to talk about things anyway. Thought this is better. Lighten the mood." He handed her a slice of toast. She took it and started eating with him. "Do you want us to work?" He asked. She nodded and he smiled. "Then it will." He hesitated a bit, his eyes focused on his food. "Look, the truth is that I'm not an easy man, Carter… Sam. I've got a lot of baggage and none of it is good. You saw last night. If I snap… God… if I don't know what can happen..." He left his food and brushed his fingers over her face. "I swear I never, ever wanted to hurt you!"

"Jack… I know! I don't care about your baggage. I don't care if you snap or not. I'm not made of china. Believe me, general, I can handle you!" She saw Jack's eyes sparkle at her teasing tone and she picked up her coffee mug. "You scared me a bit last night, you know?" His face saddened. "Not when you had me against the wall. No. When you…" She bit her lip. "When you… shouted those words… about your son." He looked away from her. He shouldn't have raised his voice. "I've never seen you like that. That hurt, that scared… You were so broken… and it scared me…" Her hand took his and she brushed her thumb over the back of his hand. "It scared me because I didn't know if I could make it right again."

"I shouldn't have raised my voice." He picked at his food.

"Jack, you're not listening. It's not that. It's what it did to you." He looked at her. "I know you have baggage. But none of it as heavy as the one I saw last night. And I'm still here. I slept in your bed. I'm not going anywhere. I never wanted to. Even at that moment, the only thing I could think of was how to make you ok, make it all go away."

"You did." He smiled bitterly. "I'm just sorry I had to hurt you for it."

Her hand reached and framed his face. She saw his eyes close and he leaned into her caress. He needed her so much it hurt her. She kissed his sweet lips and he responded immediately. "I will always give you anything you need, Jack. Just don't ever hide anything from me. I will always be with you."

"So… we're ok." She nodded. "I don't want us to do this here and go back to sir when we're back in the SGC." He seemed to think for a minute, his eyes deep and passionate as he took in the features of her face, so close to his. "Carter, look, I'll retire. It'll be easier."

"No. No, you don't have to. I'm sorry I did that, but I explained why I did it. We died. And just like that we were back and suddenly there was so much to deal with. I needed this…" She gestured around her. "A little time. Don't retire. Please?" He smiled widely and nodded. He really didn't want to retire, but he was going to be true to his word. Do anything he had to do to keep her. "Of course appearances will have to be kept." His smile turned wicked at her words. "You'll always be sir around other people… and no sex on base."

He pouted. "I kind of liked the thought of sex on base… the fantasies I had… So many things I could do to you…" His hand gripped her bare leg and inched up.

"Jack… I will not get court matrialed for sex with my CO. Ok?" Her voice was warning, even if a bit amused.

"Fine." He was still pouting. She put the mostly empty tray away and looped her arms around his neck, leaning into him, her face so very close to his. She felt his arms move loosely around her to hold her against him.

"But I will more than make up for it… off base…" He raised an eyebrow and she kept an innocent look on her face, one hand in his hair. "Oh… well…" Her other hand was suddenly under his shirt and moving up his abdomen, to his chest. His skin was soft and warm, his muscles quivering under her tantalizing touch that hinted at so much more. "You see… since you've only had sex… what is it now… twice?"

He groaned. "Christ Carter, are you going to keep track? Give me a break…" She pinched his nipple and he shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips.

"I was only going to say that since you only did it twice… plus a hand job and a blow job…" He was blushing and with a groan tried to get away from her grip. She held him firm, one hand holding his head so she could whisper in his ear, her breath brushing his skin. "I'm sure there is so much more we could do… so much to try… some things that I haven't even done myself…" He stilled and looked at her, eyes dark. "Like that thought, huh, Jack?"

"God yes!" His lips were suddenly on hers and the hand on her leg pulled, swiftly having her on her back on the bed. She yelped, but he was over her the next second, crushing her to his chest his mouth reconnecting to hers and sweeping his tongue in her mouth. She liked the way it felt to be stretched mostly naked against, under his clothed body. The shirt soft and warm, the denim of his jeans a bit rough against her legs and she loved the feel of rubbing herself on his clothed body. Feeling his body through it, the thigh he now had between her legs driving her insane with the feel of rough denim against her crotch.

"I want to do everything with you. I'll never let you go." She smiled against his lips, her tongue tangling with his. "Turn over…" He said and she felt his hands grab her hips and twist her on her side. "I could think of a few things I'd like to do to you…" His hand came around her waist and brushed her belly. She moaned and ground her ass into his groin, feeling him thrust back instinctively. "Oh we'll get there…" He whispered low and rough in her ear, nipping at her neck to hear her whimper for him. "Anyway you want it, Sam." His hand slipped under the elastic band on her panties and his knee coaxed her to throw her upper leg over his hip and open for him. "But first, for last night…"

His hand cupped her folds to find her aroused and slightly damp. He was planning on having her dripping by they time he pushed his hard dick into her. He moved his palm over her, caressing her, soothing her, over her folds, over her inner thighs and felt her push in his hand. Her hand came up over her shoulder to hold the back of his head as his lips kissed and nibbled on her neck and shoulder. "God… Jack, you feel so good…" His fingers parted her folds and slipped in deeper. She arched in his arms as he at once started rubbing her clit. His lean fingers moved hard and slow with long moves, circling the tip, enjoying the feel of her slick folds under his touch, getting wetter and wetter, all for him. She was hissing with every breath, her juices starting to coat the tip of his fingers. "I love… what you do to me…Oh please…" She tilted her head to the side for his lips and he kept his wet assault of her neck and shoulder.

Her pelvis was moving with his hand and he carefully slipped two fingers inside her opening. The gasp he tore from her, her head going back on his shoulder, her eyes closed and lips parted as she received him inside her was just about enough to snap his self control and fuck her right there and then. He felt the hand she had at the back of his head dig the nails in his nape and he bit on her shoulder in return. He finger fucked her slowly, slipping in and out of her wet tight body with long, sweet, maddening moves, drawing it out for her, keeping her drowned in sensations. He could make her come at any moment. She was right there, so aroused and wet and tense. Her hips were thrusting towards his fingers, begging him for it.

But she was so beautiful, so sweet writhing in his arms, pressed to his chest, shaking and whimpering, he didn't want this to end. Her thighs started shaking as they were parted for his hand to have better access to her, her hips trembling under his penetrating fingers. She was so wet now, his fingers drowning in her juices as he pushed them inside her over and over, he felt another wave of regret at how he had taken her last night. Her ass pressed into his groin and she felt him hardening. "Do you want me to fuck you Sam?" She moaned and rubbed against him again. This time he thrust back, rubbing his hardening length between her ass cheeks in time with his fingers fucking her. "How badly do you want it, Sam?"

"Can't you tell?" She breathed, trying to joke about it. Her legs parted more for him and with a powerful kiss to her neck, his fingers pushed deeper into her, twisting them and stretching her more. "Jack! Please…oh my God…" She felt her release just seconds away. She tightened her hand in his hair, arching her neck for his lips and he was happy to help. He sucked open mouthed at her neck, his tongue poking at the skin, his teeth sinking in. "Oh yes… oh please…" He felt her entire body trembling in his arms, release ready to wash over her. His fingers would make her come so hard. For him alone. In his arms, held securely against his body. She would come for him.

Her head turned quickly, removing his lips from her neck and seeking his lips with hers. Her eyes were barely opened as she looked at his thin beautiful lips. He gave her what she wanted, crushing her lips with his, his tongue brushing hers and his fingers inside her moved harder, pulling at her rougher and at the same time rubbing over her clit. She squealed in his mouth and jerked once powerfully and Jack felt her body clench wetly at his fingers. He slipped them as deep inside her as he could, giving her body something to grip and clutch at. And she so did. He could feel her rippling and tugging insistently at his fingers, trying to pull then further in and he couldn't stop the grunt he released in her mouth. Her body was massaging his fingers so wetly and deliciously he felt he could come right there. He loved to feel her come like this, so freely, on his fingers.

She moaned in his mouth, her body beginning to relax against him. He felt her go progressively limp, soft moans released in his mouth and he used his free hand to hold her head to his lips. She whimpered when he moved his fingers around inside her again, drawing out her aftershocks and she shook in his arms, her tongue desperately seeking his. He heard her sigh pleased when he tangled his tongue with her and he pressed his lips tighter to hers. She racked her nails over the nape of his neck. She delighted in how he could kiss her so hard without smashing her lips to her teeth. He tried to pull his fingers out of her wet body but she clenched her muscles around him, silently pleading with him to stay inside her a bit longer. He slipped back inside her, deep. "Anything you want." He whispered against her lips. She was so wet. "Anything you want…" He slipped out an inch and pushed back in, keeping the slow, minimal movement inside her.

She parted her lips from his, burying her face in his neck and relaxing, when they heard the ring of a cell. Her cell. They parted and looked at each other, waiting for his to go off, since the SGC always had to be cutting in on their time. His didn't ring. "I'll get it for you." He said softly. With a disappointed moan she felt him carefully slip his fingers out from her body. She tightened around him just to drive him mad and smiled pleased at his strangled groan. "Sam… I swear… I'm so going to…" He didn't have words and with a mumble he got off the bed and returned moments later with her cell and gave it to her.

"It's Pete." She said looking at the screen. When she looked at him standing by the bed, she could see the fear resurface on his features and in his eyes. Of losing her. She was biting her lips and he could see her hesitation. His fear rose, his breathing quickening. He fought not to let anything show, but Sam knew. "Not exactly how I was thinking of breaking up with him…" She said and his breath stopped.

"Look…" He said wanting to get out of there as fast as possible and have her finish the conversation, whichever it was going to be. "I'll be in the living room, ok." She took the hand he had had between her legs and closed her lips on one finger, still wet from her. She smiled at him reassuringly, but he failed to smile back. "You should answer…" He whispered and bent to kiss her head. He moved away from her quickly and walked out, closing the door, just as he heard her answer. He moved away fast, his heart pounding. He knew she wouldn't have done all these things with him, promised him so much and then go back to Pete. She told him she wouldn't, even as she had pushed him to sir.

With a sigh, Jack sat on the couch and picked up something to read, trying to keep busy as she had her talk. He wasn't even hard anymore. He turned soft on the spot when he heard her say it was Pete. Now he knew how to get rid of unwanted hard-ons, he thought sarcastically. He slipped his wet fingers in his mouth and cleaned her from his hand as he absently flipped through the magazine. His breath caught in his throat at her taste and he felt the dark, grim thoughts resurface at the possibility of losing her. He pushed them away, shaking his head. He gave his word. But how could he ever live without her?

It lasted half an hour and by the time he heard the bedroom door open he swore he lost his mind over and over. Jack didn't look up from his magazine as she came to the room. "It's done." She said, placing her hands on his shoulders from behind and resting her chin on his head.

"Everything ok?" He asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably even to his own ears. He groaned.

"He was upset, but everything's ok. It's over." She felt him nod without looking up from whatever he was reading. "You were scared weren't you?" She asked as she moved around the couch and knelt in front of him, between his legs. He shrugged, finding his magazine more interesting than her. He was adorable trying to be indifferent. The tip of his fingers were white as he was griping the magazine too tight. Sam rubbed her hands on his thighs. "I told you I was going to leave him. Why are you still scared?"

He shrugged again, looking at her over the magazine. "I still feel it's so easy to lose you." Her hands played with the edges of his shirt and she started undoing the last few buttons, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton of his shirt in her hands. She was never going to get enough of undressing him.

"You won't." She said and pressed her lips to his now exposed belly. He moaned and put the magazine aside. "Finally." She said, tracing her tongue around his belly button. He gasped and a hand came to rest on her head.

"What are you doing?" He breathed while she kept kissing his belly button and playing with her tongue around it, dipping inside. His back arched and she smiled against his skin, her teeth nipping at the edges.

"Just playing." He groaned, her wet lips driving him insane. She sucked at the skin and his head dropped back on the couch, his fingers threading through her hair. He gasped and hissed at the feel of her wet soft lips. When she dipped her tongue in again, his hips bucked and he groaned low and rough. "You like this, don't you?" He groaned, tightening his hand in her hair. She liked doing this, playing with her tongue on his skin like that, around his belly button. The muscles of his abdomen were quivering against her lips, his whole body beginning to shudder. She was driving him insane, but he couldn't even phantom the thought of her stopping. "Sweet spot?" She asked, a bit breathless herself.

His lips were parted and he looked down at her with heavy eyes. He was panting hard and fast. "I have no idea…" He whispered. "It never felt like this… God!" His back arched more when her tongue circled and dipped in again. "You're killing me…" Both hands were now in her hair, gently caressing her head, her face, her bare shoulders. Thrills of pleasure were spreading through his body from her lips, crawling up his spine to the top of his head. "Ah, Jesus!" His dick was stiffening fast in the confines of his clothes, blissful sensations coursing through him in wave after sweet wave. "Fuck, Carter!" His head began thrashing as it rested on the back of the couch, his eyes closing against the overwhelming feel of her soft, wet lips.

"Don't stop… Oh, God!" She didn't stop and kept playing with him until he was moaning with every breath and trembling under her. She liked his skin. The taste of it. His warmth against her lips, to feel him shiver now and then when her breath hit his skin. The way his hands fisted in her hair, but making no move to control her. Or the way his fingers released their grip and just brushed though it. "Oh, fuck…" She heard him moan and his hips had started bucking towards her more and more. "Too much…" She was so warm and soft and wet. "Oh, Sam…" Her lips and tongue stayed on his belly button while she quickly undid his pants and tugged them and his boxers down his feet. "Sam… I need to come… God, so bad…" He raised his hips to help her. He was rock hard as she freed him from his clothes, hard to the point of pain, and he needed her to ease that pain.

She removed her panties and finally her lips left his skin. His eyes were dark and clouded with passion, his face slightly flushed and lips parted as he fought for air. But he fought to look at her. She licked up his dick once, slipping the head in her mouth sucking hard and short at him. He cried out, bucking in her mouth, his back arching off the couch. "No! Fucking shit… don't, or I swear I'll blow right now." His senses were wired to extremes. Her mouth released him and she straddled him on the couch. His hands went to her waist to steady her above him. "God Sam…" He felt like coming with the first touch of her wet folds on his dick. He couldn't take it anymore. She saw him bite his lips. His eyes screwed shut as his whole body trembled with his vicious fight for control.

She started rubbing the head of his dick through her wet folds, feeling him shiver uncontrollably under her. "Please…" He moaned, but she didn't give in, just yet. "Sam… What are you doing to me?" He was reaching the limit of his control. Her hands unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and uncovered his chest and the top of his shoulders. She'd take it off, but right now his hands were helping her support herself above his dick, rubbing him through her slick folds, wetting his head, dripping down his length. Even if he was digging his nails painfully in her hips and he kept trying to thrust up and impale her, he helped her support herself. "Sam… oh, forgive me I can't…" She removed her tank top and she was suddenly naked in his arms. "My God…" He whispered at the sight of her naked in the soft morning light, holding herself over his rock hard dick.

His eyes took in the expanse of her body, the rippling muscles in her long legs and her belly as she moved above him, her swaying breasts. She gripped his shoulders for support and she slowly lowered herself on his dick, her thighs cradling him as she moved down on him. He growled when he felt his head breach her opening, her muscles give to receive him in her body. She was wet and she was hot. She felt more so than usual, his overloaded mind increasing every feel ten times. He felt himself slip past her opening inch by slow inch, his back arching, his hips trying to push himself in more and more, until he was fully inside her. She stilled then, and he could feel her body fight to accommodate him. Just like she had last night when he didn't give her this time.

He gave her time now. His desperation eased at the sensation of finally being inside her, to have her sweet body grip his erection in a tight, wet heat. His hands began caressing her skin, up her sides to her chest, cupping a breast in each hand, flicking his thumbs over her nipples, teasing her body with his touch. And then he saw it. "Sam…" He breathed. Her eyes opened to look at him. His eyes were fixed on her breast, his hand releasing the breast and brushing the back of his fingers on the underside. He looked up at her and smiled the biggest smile she ever saw on him. "We're alive…" He whispered. And then she understood. The spot on her breast he bit to bruise when they were trapped in the cave. He was now looking at the bruise marking the skin, a bruise neither of them expected to ever live to see.

She felt the slight pain as his fingers brushed the sensitive spot and smiled right back at him. "We're alive…" She repeated, the truth of it suddenly sinking in both of them as they faced the physical consequence of their actions, of the fact that this wasn't supposed to happen but it was. They were alive. She started moving on him the same moment, desperate to feel him powerful and hard inside her, feeling his hands support her as she moved, bending her body backwards for a moment so he could kiss the bruised spot. He kissed her breast, licked the injured skin, soothed it with his breath and tongue. "Jack…" She moaned moving as best she could on his dick. He straightened her and she began moving harder, faster, slipping him in and out of her wet body, taking pleasure in the way she felt his tension build in his body with each move she made. Blissful shivers spread through her from the feel of his dick forcing its way inside her, stretching her. Molding her body around his size. She loved him so much.

He kept his lips on her chest, on her nipples, sucking them in his mouth and teasing them with his tongue, trying hard not to go mad at the way she felt around him, fucking herself on him. Sam began twisting her hips on him, stretching herself more, harder, before she moved up and down his length again. She would tremble in his arms every time she twisted on him and he could feel the pull on her flesh. Her body was so willing for him, for the moves his rigid length made inside her body. He moaned in her neck, licking the rim of her ear. "God, you're sexy!" He whispered. "Keep doing that for me…" He didn't know how long he could last, he was already tensed beyond belief, tension coiled in his balls and he could explode at any second. But he fought against it.

He wanted this to last. As long as she wanted. He held back, his body responding better and better to his control, his restraint increasing with every moment he felt her, knew her. His release remained under his control, like he taught himself to keep it. The feel of her riding him like this motivating him to keep this going for as long as possible. He loved feeling her thrust herself against him, move on his lap, feel her juices drip down on him while his dick fucked her. He loved seeing her shudder and tremble in his arms. He was hers and this was all for her. She was so wet for him, so sweet. He licked her lips and her mouth parted for his tongue. He tangled his with hers, slippery and hot, running against each other, tangling, her hips slapping against his.

She started moaning, her hips rotating on his dick. Up and around, down and around. She was shuddering in his arms, her nails digging in the nape of his neck. "Oh God Jack… so good… you're so good…" His hips were twitching against hers, the unexpected movement sending spikes of pleasure right up her spine. He began twisting himself inside her, angling so he could hit her clit with his pubic bone. Sam pressed down on him harder, trying to get him deeper in, and he filed her completely, the stretch perfect. "Oh God… Ah… Jack!" She bit her lips against the squeal that still found its way past her lips. "Jack, I'm gonna…" Her words turned into small whimpers and squeals as her body started convulsing in his arms, her hips jerking against his, the repeated pressure on her clit exploding in her. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and she screamed as she came on him, her muscles throbbing around him, clenching and spasmming, tugging at him powerfully.

He felt her release around his painfully hard dick. He pulled her to his chest and held her securely against him. Her forehead was resting against his as she quivered against his chest, her quick breath washing over his face, her breasts rubbing against his skin. He could feel her muscles rippling in her back as he held her. Her thighs were tense around his hips and she was still grinding herself on him. He helped her along and moved his hips against hers, prolonging her orgasm, drawing it out. He knew her so well. She whimpered, her head falling to his shoulder, her body going limp in his arms. He kept holding her tightly against him, his hips still moving his dick slowly in and out, his moves limited by her position and his tight hold on her. Every now and then she'd twitch with a last wave of release, his dick drew out of her. "You are so incredibly sweet." He said, petting her head. "So sweet…" He twisted his hips against hers and she shivered. "You're so tight…" He whispered as her body still quivered around his size.

Her head finally rose off his shoulder and she rested her forehead against his again, looking in his dark, pleading eyes. "You haven't finished…" She said, her hands framing his face. "For you… whatever you want…"

"So close…" He said kissing her lips, his hips still moving slowly against her, wanting to keep as much of him inside her. "It's so good…hot… you're so wet for me, Sam." He was deep inside her, her fluttering muscles massaging him, tugging at him, his release moving slowly and surely to completion. "So deep…" He whispered against her lips. She amplified his moves a little more, moving herself on him and again twisting her hips on him. "Ah! Do that again…" She did. And again and again, until she felt him go progressively rigid against her, his back arching, his head falling back on the couch. "Sam…" He whispered, a hand closing on her breast and squeezing slightly. She kept moving at a steady pace. "Sam!" He screamed. The tension in his balls gave and he orgasmed under her, his back arching more, a harsh and primal cry torn from somewhere deep in his chest, as his hot come shot inside her.

Jack's eyes screwed shut, his jaw clenched and he convulsed under her, his hips pumping into her. She tightened her muscles around him and gripped him while he came, clamping down on him, feeling him jerk and tearing small grunts from him. The hand on her breast tightened its hold and she gasped. He was so wonderful when he came. Primal and harsh, demanding and sweet. He relaxed slowly under her, his other hand coming up to cup the other breast as she leaned over him and kissed him. His eyes opened slowly and looked up at her. "You're incredible…" She said caressing his cheek. "You're so hot when you come." He groaned and his hands kneaded her breasts, making her hiss.

He moved one hand to the back of her head and he kissed her, parting her lips and teeth with his tongue and plunging in her mouth. "I can't believe how amazing you are…" He whispered against her mouth.

"You mean how amazing sex is." He groaned.

"Sex with you." She snorted at his words, playing with his tongue in her mouth. "Shut up! I'm serious. You're so sexy." He released her lips, his hands moving over the expanse of her back, down to her ass. She smiled and wiggled her hips on him, tearing a gasp from him. "Sweet!" He smiled at her move and she wiggled again when his hands caressed her ass. She felt his fingers slip between her cheeks and feeling their wetness between her thighs, dripping down on his. "God…" He kissed her face as his fingers kept feeling between them, making her twitch when his finger tips would touch her opening, still stretched on his dick. "This is amazing… Sam…" He was incredible, the way he touched her, felt her, loved her.

She rested against his chest, both of them catching their breaths, as the day's light came through the windows. Her hair looked lighter and her skin was so pale against his tanned one. He hooked his arms around her and held her to him. She nuzzled his chest. "You smell good." She mumbled in his chest and felt him laugh. "Don't laugh!" She kissed his chest.

His hand held her head against him. "I'm not laughing. You smell good too. You taste good too." She hummed and without knowing, she dozed off a few minutes in his arms. He was warm and comfortable and the feel of his arms around her relaxed her into comfort and security and she slowly drifted off to sleep. Some time later, Sam woke up surrounded by his scent and warmth, the feel of his chest under her cheek. She had his shirt draped over her back, one arm was holding her tight to his chest and the other turning the pages of the magazine he had near him on the couch. She moaned. "Good nap?" He grinned at her.

"I can't believe you still have your dick inside me and you're looking through magazines." She snorted.

"Well… unless you wanted to wake up to me fucking you again…"

"That would have been nice…" She cut him off.

"Christ! Give me a break here!" She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Cold?" He rubbed his palm on her back to warm her up.

"No… this is nice." She slumped back down on him. "But I really need to shower."

"Need help?" He asked smirking.

"To waste your water? Thanks, I can handle that myself. Besides…" She said slipping off his dick, with a moan torn from both of them. "Thought you needed a break." He groaned watching her walk away in his shirt. He pulled his pants up and went to clean himself up.

When she found him on the couch after her shower, she smiled happily and cuddled in next to him. "I can't get enough of you." She mumbled, kissing his shoulder. He smiled at her.

"Glad to know it goes both ways…" He slipped his hand around her waist. "Come here…" He guided her to move as she was before, in his lap, against his chest and she did. "Better, huh?" She moaned and made herself comfortable against him. He liked holding her. He had eight years to make up for. All those times they'd be alone and he couldn't touch her. All those time she'd be hurt and he couldn't comfort her. Or just when he needed her and couldn't hold her. This was for all the times he should have held her but didn't.

That night Sam turned in first. He was still reading some thing or other, old books he had around the cabin, magazines he bought but never went through. It was too cold to fish so he was stuck inside. She got up from the couch and knelt beside him on the floor in front of the fire. She trailed her fingers through his hair and down the nape of his neck. He finally tore his eyes away from the book and looked at her. "Hi…" He mumbled wondering if there was anything she needed.

She smiled at him. "I'm going to bed. Tired…" She bent her head and caught his lips in a kiss. He dropped the book and framed her face in his hands, kissing her back powerfully. Their tongues tangled briefly before she placed one more soft kiss on his lips and pulled back. "Night Jack." He smiled at her and she got up and went to sleep.

He stayed 30 more minutes more, before he dropped the book and went to his bedroom. Like he could focus after that kiss. He went to his bathroom and turned the lights on before he returned to the room and took off his shirt. And smiled like an idiot when he saw Sam tucked in his bed. When she told him she was going to bed he hadn't even thought about where she'd choose to sleep. She still had her things in her room, but she had to know he wouldn't sleep without her. He didn't consider the possibility that he'd have to carry her to his bed again tonight. And was thrilled beyond belief when he saw she climbed into his bed without hesitation.

Jack turned the lights off and used her bathroom to wash up before her came back and took of his clothes, leaving them wherever they hit the floor and crawled in with her. He tucked them both in and moved close to her. He was naked and was only partly disappointed when his hands reached out to touch her and found her dressed in her tank top and panties. And then he smiled at the challenge of undressing Samantha Carter while she slept. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down her hips. He moved slow and soft, taking his time, moving one inch at a time, not wanting to wake her up. He finally managed to get them down her hips and slid them easily down her legs.

He gently rolled her on her back and moved her hands above her head. He pushed the top up her body inch by inch, waiting for her to settle down whenever she'd moan and squirm. It took longer than it did with the panties and was just about to wake her when he drew it up over her face, but she didn't wake and turned to her side to settle more comfortably between the sheets, just as he finished pulling it off her arms. He stilled a moment to see if she'd wake up, but she didn't. He smiled. His stealth training must still be good.

*Oh yeah!* He thought. *This is hot!* He gently took her naked form in his arms and she cuddled to his side. He liked it when she slept on him. Made him feel safe. The curves of her body pressed against him, her soft breasts pressed to his side, feeling the nipples against his skin, the curve of her waist under his hand. Her head on his chest, her soft hair under his hands. He drew her leg over his, his hand pressing her ass closer to him, to feel her crotch pressed against his thigh, before closing his eyes, smiling like an idiot. He fell asleep fast, sending a 'thank you' to whatever gods still listened to him, for her presence in his life like this. No more dreaming of her, wishing, fantasizing. She was here. He could feel her warmth, her body, her soft calm breath. "I love you so much." He whispered silently, looking down at her. She stirred in his arms and snuggled tighter to him. That was the last thing his mind registered.

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Day 3

Jack woke up to find himself alone in bed. He groaned. He would have loved some early morning sex right now. He washed up, got dressed and wet to see where Sam was. The house was empty. "Sam?" He called, but there was no answer. He put his jacket and his boots on and went outside. She was playing with the snow. "Sam." He called.

"Morning! I made breakfast. Coffee's still warm. Did you eat?"

"Not yet… What're you doing?" He came closer to her, putting his gloves on. "Aren't you cold?"

"Nope. Snowman. See?" He raised an eyebrow at her. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and her effort and she was panting. "What? I was bored. I didn't come up here just to stay inside you know. Wanna help?"

"Well you know…" He bounced on the heels of his feet. "There are other things we could be doing in the morning if you're bored…" She snorted.

"No kidding. You took my clothes off while I was asleep!" Her voice was accusing and amused. Sam looked at him and she saw him cough, balancing on the balls of his feet. "You should go back inside… with that cough of yours, wouldn't want you to catch a cold." His eyes narrowed at her. He was blushing. She knew he was, but was sure that he'd blame it all on the cold air. "You always think of sex, Jack?"

"Like you don't." He was offended.

"Yeah, but at least I say so." She was still too busy working on her snow man and he rolled his eyes.

"You know that's not a doohickey from your lab. Or do you miss work that much? We've only been up here 3 days…" She snorted but didn't stop.

"You wanna have sex Jack?" She asked smiling at him.

"Forget it!" He narrowed his eyes at her again. If looks could kill… "You spoiled the mood." He pouted and received a snow ball in his face for the trouble. He stood there not moving and spitting out snow, blinking it from his eyes. Some of it found its way under the collar of his jacket and scarf and against the skin of his neck and down his chest. Damn, it was cold. "Carter…" He drew out her name. "I'm a 50… ish year old man. Do not do that!" Her face was a picture of innocence and he didn't even know when the second snowball impacted his face. "Carter!" He yelled, turning away from her. "For crying out loud!" He tried to keep more of the snow from ending up under his clothes. He took a hit on the back of his head and this time most of it ended up under his scarf. "Fuck! Carter it's cold! Stop it!"

He took another hit and screamed in frustration. "Jeez, General! You can fight the Goa'uld and you can't duck a snowball? C'mon!"

'I haven't had coffee yet! Carter!" He yelled at her when he saw her raise another snowball. "Finish your snow man..." The snow impacted the back of his head again. "Ow!" His hand grabbed his head where she hit him. "Ow, Carter! At least try and keep the ice out of it. Shit… that hurt…" His hand was rubbing the spot and she dropped the next snowball and moved to his side, grabbing his hand to move it away and see how bad she hurt him. "Caught!" He groaned and in the next second he had his arms around her and immobilized her, her back to him, her hands gripped by his, strong enough that she couldn't get out. She yelped in surprise but he didn't give up. "This is how I fight the Goa'uld, Colonel." He bit her ear hard and she squealed. "It's called diversion…"

"Ok, ok. Fine. You win! I can't believe how low you sunk, Jack. My heart almost stopped. I could have hurt you!" He didn't release her. "Are you gonna let me go now?"

"Payback, Carter." He expertly tackled her to the snow covered ground, despite her protests and begging and screams and pinned her face up under his body. His knees were on either side of her legs, his thighs gripping her and holding her still. He held her hands with one of his and gathered snow with the other. She was screaming and writhing under him, trying to cover her face. "Fun isn't it, Carter?" She could hear the smug grin in his voice. Damn him.

"I thought you were too old for this." She said.

"You make me young again." The snow came over her face and he rubbed it carefully all over her face and in her hair. He took more and did the same, despite her mad yelps, and then sneaked his hand down her jacket. She felt the snow against the skin of her neck and shoulders, cold and wet. She screamed and whimpered again, all the time writhing under him. He let her go and grabbed more snow as she was rolling to her side and moved his hands up under her jacket and sweater and against her skin. "Sweet!" He laughed when she let out a high pitched yelp at the snow now under the clothes and against her belly, chest and back. He was devious. Pure evil.

"Jack, no! No! It's cold!" She yelped but he didn't stop. He was smiling like mad and she was completely powerless. "Jack I said no!" He moved his snow covered hands high under her clothes and she was begging now. She had snow everywhere by now and there really wasn't much point to fighting. He won. She slumped under him, face up and closed her eyes. Jack stopped the same instant and she opened one eye to see him stretched over her, his glove covered hand brushing strands of hair and snow off her face. He was smiling an adorable smile, the corners of his mouth twitching and she knew he was trying not to grin like a fool. God, she loved seeing him so happy. It was worth the cold snow under her clothes. "Still gonna have your fun?" She teased him looking at his face, her hands resting in defeat by her head.

He bent his head and kissed her lips softly. She gasped and he pulled back immediately. "No, hey, more…" She grabbed his jacket and pulled him to her lips again, molding her mouth to kiss him, tasting his lips, feeling them soft and warm against hers, moving with her, caressing her. He removed his gloves fast and swiftly moved his bare hands up under her jacket and sweater, to brush against her bear skin before his hands got cold. She moaned in his mouth, her lips parting and giving his tongue access to her mouth. He took the chance and slipped in between her teeth taking his time in tasting and feeling her. His hands cupped her breast and groaned low when he found she wasn't wearing a bra.

Jack cupped both her breasts in his hands, twisting and pinching the nipples between his long, lean fingers. Her back arched into his touch, his tongue taking up a rhythmic motion of thrusting in and out of her mouth all too suggestively. He heard her moan and smiled against her lips. "Sweet…" He mumbled not stopping what he was doing to her. He was rubbing himself on her thigh, trying to ease the pain in his stiffening dick and moved his own thigh between her legs, to give her something to thrust against herself. And she did. Hard and strong, determinate, sure thrusts, rubbing herself on his leg, the seam of her pants rubbing against her clit perfectly. "Oh, I'm so hard for you right now…" He mumbled and she whimpered, feeling his hard length rub against her. "Rub yourself wet for me, Samantha…" He kept the thrusting of his tongue in her mouth, feeling her meet him with her own and they started moving their hips on one another in sync with each other and their tongues.

He also realized they couldn't keep this up in the snow or they'll freeze. He tried to pull off her but she kept his mouth to hers with a fierce grip on the collar of his jacket. "Need you…" She mumbled and he obliged. A few minutes more could work. His hands kept kneading her breasts and scraping his nails over her nipples. The movement of her hips on his leg became harder, she moved relentlessly.

She was panting against his face, and when his eyes parted slowly to look at her he saw her flushed and her eyes closed in sensation, her lip between her teeth in concentration. "Oh yeah… Rub yourself… God yes…" She was beautiful and his mouth became more passionate against her. His hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers tugging at her nipples and pinching them both at once.

Sensation shot through her body right down to her clit and he felt her buck against his leg, her body convulsing in his arms. "Holy fuck…" He whispered, parting his lips from her and pulling his head back a little to look at her. Her body arched and she shuddered against him, her lips parted in a silent gasp, her eyes screwed shut and her hips still jerking against his leg. He made Samantha Carter come in the snow, from a dryhump. His dick became painfully hard at the sight of her and he wanted nothing more than to just come himself against her right now. She relaxed progressively under him and shyly opened her eyes to look at him. "Oh my fucking God!" He said, his eyes burning.

"Yeah…" She said smiling shyly. She felt a bit embarrassed from coming like this on him, so publicly, so freely. Rubbing herself on him like she was in heat. "Umm…" She didn't know what to say. It wasn't about apology, just being a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah…"

"We are so gonna do that again!" She smiled at him more. "Dear Lord, Sam, you are fucking incredible." He moved his hands under her back, still against her naked skin and hugged her to him tightly, holding her desperately, rubbing his palms all over the expanse of her back, his face in her neck. Her own hands came around him and held him back. "You're so beautiful and you are so mine. God, I swear that was the most perfect thing I ever lived." She laughed softly under him.

"It was just an orgasm Jack." She teased kissing his cheek.

"Oh, yeah, duh! Silly me. So you do this often Sam?" She grabbed a hand of snow and plastered it on his face. "Hey!" He hid in her neck again. "Ok, ok, sorry. But this was so hot."

She kissed his hair. "Yes, it was. It was perfect. Thank you." She saw him smile again. She had never seen him smile so much as he did these 3 days. She liked it. He even laughed. And she was mesmerized by it. She never heard him laugh, that she could remember. He liked to laugh. Just that his life didn't give him much to laugh about lately. She would now. She swore she would.

"What?" He asked confused, seeing her smile a dreamy smile at him, her eyes caressing his face.

"You're sexy when you smile, you know that? And down right hot when you laugh." She said.

"Yes… well…" He cleared his throat and she giggled. He rolled his eyes. He never should have told her about him and coughing to hide embarrassment. "You'll freeze, come on…" He pulled her up off the ground and moved inside, taking their boots off and stripping her fast. Before she even knew, she was naked in his living room. "Hot shower. Now!" He ordered her and she kissed him again and obeyed. He was right behind her and this time he decided against taking separate showers. Sam had just gotten in when she felt the door open and him step in with her. "Feeling better?" He asked taking her naked, wet body in his arms and letting the hot spray wash over both of them. She moaned smiling at him, watching him as he turned his face into the shower spray, letting the water hit his face and wet his hair, his hands to busy holding her. She moved her own arms around him, her lips trailing down his neck.

"I like you wet." She said, her lips trailing across his shoulder and down his chest. She took one of his nipples in her mouth and sucked on it, loving the strangled moan that escaped him. She tugged on the other with her teeth, his hand coming in her hair to hold her against him. "I see your mood is back…" She joked, her lips kissing his wet chest while rubbing her hips against his hard dick. He moaned and moved to support her against a wall. "In my mouth…" She said, nipping at the spot behind his ear. Her words sent a shiver through him and he let her move him so he could support himself with his hands against the wall, while she knelt in front of him.

He braced both hands on the tiles and kept his eyes on her. She looked up at him and then closed her lips on his belly button. He reacted just as before, moaning the same second. Definitely sweet spot. She kissed his belly, trailed lower to his thighs, to his knees. She kissed each of them and trailed back up his inner thigh with lips and teeth. "God Sam. Please…" His dick was straining towards her, hard and hot. She didn't take him in her mouth. Her lips closed on his balls, sucking and caressing them with her lips and tongue. His mouth opened in a silent gasp, his hips trembling against her face. "Oh, so good…" He whispered, his eyes still locked on her, her blond wet hair, her eyes darting up to his now and then, a smile flickering in them.

She gave his balls one last lick and moved her tongue to his shaft, running the flat of it up along his length and swirling it around the head. His knees almost gave in, but felt her hand grip his hip and the other move between his legs to fondle his balls. He groaned and then her mouth closed around the head and she sucked. She sucked hard and tight. She moaned at the taste of him and the feel of his dick stretching her lips. The vibrations ran right along his nerves, making is entire body shudder. Jack bit his lip trying to keep against the need to thrust more of himself in her mouth. "Swallow more… please…" He whispered again and holding his eyes she slipped more of him in her mouth.

She could see his eyes burn at the sight of his dick plunging in between her lips, but despite the jerk she felt in his hips, he didn't push himself in her mouth. She moved her lips on him, up and down, sucking at him hard and flicking her tongue over the head every chance she got. His knees almost gave in again when he felt her dip her tongue in his opening and he growled freely, the sensation too much to fight. She reached for his hand and took it in hers. His eyes watched her with obvious amazement as she guided his hand to her head, threading his fingers through it. "Yours." She whispered. "Whatever you want." She smiled up at him and kissed his belly before taking his dick back in her mouth. This time she moved slowly on him, waiting for him to take control.

It took him a moment to register her words and then she felt his hand cup the back of her head and his hips star moving against her face, pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. She kept a tight, powerful suction on him as he fucked her mouth slowly, moved the way he wanted, anything he wanted. She felt a thrill run through her at the feel of his possession of her. She had a hand on his balls and moved the other to his ass, guiding him to go deeper in her mouth. She didn't want him to restrain himself. Anything he wanted.

He groaned and slipped more of himself in her mouth. He fucked her like that a while, before he thrust in more and more, until he felt himself hit the back of her throat. She didn't gag on him and he kept the deep thrust, hitting her throat on every pump. "God, Carter… this is… too much…" She pushed more on his ass and he slammed deeper in her willing mouth, going down her throat, feeling her force her muscles to relax and take him. "Oh… you have a sweet throat…" He bit his lip for control as he kept fucking her throat hard and deep. She was so willing for him, her tongue playing over his length, her throat taking him in. He caressed her hair, petting her head while holding her to him.

The sensations from her tight lips, the suction, her throat massaging the head of his dick suddenly became too much for him to take. "Sam!" His body overload with sensation when she delicately scraped him with her teeth and he exploded in her mouth and down her throat, growling her name and gripping her hair tight, holding her against him. He needed, wanted to go deeper in her moth and he felt her let him, didn't resist. He stopped himself short of suffocating her. He felt so good between her lips and in her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat she would have let him do anything he wanted.

His skin was slick and wet under her hands from the water drops running down on him, the seam from the hot shower keeping them warm. Sam ran her palms over his ass, down his thighs and the back of his knees, while her mouth kept working on him, slowly and lovingly bringing him down from his orgasm. Her eyes watched his face, the lip he had between his teeth, his eyes closed. He was sexy when he came. She couldn't get enough of him lost in her like this. His eyes opened and looked down at her again. She held them and slipped his dick out of her mouth. "Good?" She smiled at him when he groaned and grabbed her upper arms to lift her.

"You really have to ask?" His fingers went through her wet hair and held her head still for his lips.

"No…" She mumbled against him, his tongue slipping in her mouth, feeling his taste on her tongue, in her mouth. He groaned. He had really come in her mouth. "I just… really like to… hear you say it."

"Well then by all means…" He said kissing her neck, up to her ear and licking at the spot behind it. Her skin was hot and wet and he loved it, his tongue collecting the water trailing down her skin. Then he moved his lips so they'd just brush against her ear. "You suck my dick so good, Sam."

She shivered powerfully in his arms, goose bumps breaking all over her skin, her lips releasing a low groan. "Christ…" She breathed, her eyes closed, her head growing slightly backwards on her shoulders. He smiled. "That mouth of yours…" She whimpered wondering just how dirt could he talk? Not like he was too coherent when she was fucking him, anyway. His lips started trailing down her neck and he dipped his tongue to collect the water pooling at the hollow of her throat, before placing soft kisses over her shoulders. He moved lower and felt her hands hold his upper arms. "Jack?"

Her tone was questioning. "I want to go down on you. I miss your taste." He moved to stand before her, again threading both hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. She purred again, he could swear she did and he started moving with his lips down her body.

"Your knees..." She warned.

"Then help me…" He moved her with him so he could sit on the edge of the bath and moved one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her perfectly for his mouth. "God I missed your taste…" He mumbled, burying his face in her belly and nuzzling her wet skin. He could smell her and it was incredible. She got wet from sucking him. He did to her what she had done to him and he kissed her belly button and nipped at the edge. She hissed, but it wasn't as much a sweet spot as it seemed to be for him. But she purred when he played with her hair. He kissed the line where her leg met torso, brushed his lips over the inner thigh of the leg she had over his shoulder and felt her hips thrust discreetly towards him. "You missed my mouth too, I see." Her hands gripped his hair and she tugged his head back, just for the joy of pulling at his wet hair. "You want me to make you cry again?" He asked smirking at her.

"You think my legs can support me for that?" She felt his hands grip her ass and his mouth moved between her legs. He wasn't going to torture her like that now. The last thing he'd want was to explain to the guys how Col. Carter was in the hospital after falling in the bath while he was tonguing her. She felt his tongue lick at her folds, feeling the wetness drip out of her and down her legs, before he slipped his tongue between them. His lips closed on her outer lips and she moaned and moved against his face as he sucked and nibbled at them. "Oh God, Jack!" It felt incredible to have his teeth like that on her sensitive flesh. He did the same with both of her outer lips and then dipped his tongue deeper in and licked up her entire length, from her opening to her clit.

"You're so wet…" He licked her again and she shuddered. "You get wet from sucking me off…" Her hands tugged at his hair again and he smiled. His lips closed on her clit and he sucked hard and she bucked against his face. "Now now, shy are we Samantha? You don't want me to talk dirty?"

"Talking keeps your tongue off me." She thrust her hips towards him. "You could be doing other things with it." Jack smiled a wicked smile at her and she bit her lip. Dam he was predatory when he wanted to be. His tongue returned to her clit and he started flicking it, rubbing its tip and circling it. She was moaning and her hands were holding his head against her. He started flicking it over and over again, providing no other stimulation for her but the quick moves of his tongue on her clit. It was maddening. It was so much, tension building fast in her and yet so little. "More…" She whimpered. He kept it up a little more until she was shaking from need, her fingers digging her nails in his scalp and then he moved to rub her clit with his tongue. He moved deeper and ran his tongue around her opening before he thrust into her.

Her head went back and her body arched at the intrusion. A loud gasp was torn from her as he kept moving his tongue inside her, pumping in and out. He nudged his nose against her clit and she jerked against him. He did it again and again until she spammed once around his tongue and trembled. She felt him moan against her and he kept the double stimulation up. It wasn't enough to trigger her release, but it helped wire her up powerfully. "Jack please… I need it so bad… please…" Her belly was quivering with the contracting muscles, her thigh trembling on his shoulder and the heel of her foot trying to pull his body closer to her. The other leg was barely holding her up.

His hands moved to her waist and he gripped her hard and strong, his mouth returning to her clit. His lips closed on it and he sucked hard and fast, rubbing it with his tongue and scraping his teeth on it. He moved fervently and hard, lips, teeth, tongue and she tensed immediately, her body arching and with a last bite at her clit she came. "Jack!" She twitched and shook against him, her hips bucking against his face. He plunged two fingers inside her still contracting, wet body and a second orgasmic wave crashed over her. This time she screamed and his hands were pretty much the only thing keeping her up as she jerked and trembled in her release.

When her orgasm faded he removed his mouth and fingers from her and lowered her leg off his shoulder, his hands still supporting her. Jack gently lowered her to his lap, resting her against him and moving his hand between her legs to continue to softly rub her clit while she recovered. He could still feel random spasms run though her and he waited until she came back to herself. Her head turned to face him and she kissed his lips. She could taste herself on them and her tongue plunged in his mouth. "You're amazing." She whispered, resting her forehead against his. "Your lips… hands… God, your dick…" He kissed her head. "I just can't get enough of you."

"Not shy with words anymore, are we?" He said with a smile on his face as he lifted them to their feet and started washing her up. He worked the shampoo in her hair and started massaging her scalp with slow moves. She wrapped her hands around his body and leaned into him for support. She stared purring again. "God damn it, Carter!" He was smiling ecstatically when she opened her eyes. "You do purr!"

She snorted. "I don't purr. I'm not a cat!" He raised an eyebrow and rubbed her scalp again, slow and hard. She purred. "Damn you…" She mumbled, her eyes closed and delicate shivers running through her from the feel of his hands in her hair. He finished washing her and she took her turn, again taking her time to massage his knees. She loved washing his hair, but he didn't purr. She didn't mind. He had the belly button thing.

Jack got out of the shower first, wrapped her in a towel and swiftly picked her up in his arms, before she could give him a talk about his knees. He took her to his bed and she moved under the covers completely naked, slumping on the pillows with a pleased sigh. He stretched himself next to her and watched her doze off with a happy smile on her face. His hand ran gently through her hair and he watched her sleep. This was their last day up here. They'd only been given 4 days off and they'll spend tomorrow on the road to get back home.

He had mixed feelings about that. He didn't want to leave this place, he loved it up here and he loved doing nothing all day but sit around with her. And have sex most of the day, but that was a side effect of being around her all day with nothing to do. Which, again was why he didn't want to leave. He also wanted to get back home and start their lives together. Whatever they had here he knew that they had nothing official until they got home. That was when they'd be together for real. When their true lives would be spent with one another.

He stayed with her until she woke up and saw him staring at her. He looked a bit sad and she knew he was thinking about tomorrow. "We'll come up here again, you know." She said moving into his arms. "If you'll have me." He smiled.

"Ya think?" He said burying his face in her hair. "It's just that… you know… how strongly do you feel about that no sex on base thing?" He yelped when she slapped his shoulder. "Ok, ok… jeez." He was smiling above her as she kept her head in his chest. She knew he was.

Sam spent the rest of the day on the couch going through his books and magazines. Some were years old, he just didn't want to throw them away. She had fun with those. "What time do we leave tomorrow?" She asked. He was sitting on the floor building the fire again. It was evening and they both liked the way it felt to have a fire burning.

"As early as we can. Long drive." He cleaned his hands and sat down in front of her, taking her feet in his lap. "When we'll get time off again, we're coming here again. As soon as possible." She smiled at him. She was bare foot and his hands had started all so gently rubbing her feet while he talked to her.

"Are we going to tell the guys about us?" She asked, looking at him work the muscles in her feet. "They'll catch on anyway."

"Not if we don't want them to." He said, pushing her jeans up her leg to rub her feet better. He was good with his hands.

"Dad?" He didn't seem to have heard her. "Jack? We gonna tell my Dad?"

"Well… I don't know… I guess. I mean you should… but that talk is going to be held at the SGC… so I can have armed officers around me, under my command." She laughed and he looked at her with the most innocent expression he could put on. "Like he won't want to have my ass for this!" She raised an eyebrow and he shook his head, returning to his task of rubbing her feet and mumbling to himself. "Jacob is so gonna hurt me." He knew he was. He liked Jacob, and Jacob liked him. But he wasn't sleeping with Jacob's daughter before. "Ouch…" He whispered just thinking about what was waiting for him.

But until then he had Sam's feet in his hands and she was totally passive to him. He smiled and lifted one of her feet to his lips. He looked in her eyes, if she wanted him to stop, as his lips closed on her foot and saw her mouth open in anticipation. He kissed her foot, started brushing his lips over it, his breath fluttering over the ticklish skin. "Oh… my…" She whimpered and he kept going. His tongue came into play and he ran the tip of it and his lips on the inside of her foot and bit her calf. She moaned and he decided he liked this. A lot.