Title: Eye for an Eye

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Sam&Jack ALWAYS!!!!

Summary: They screwed the regs and now the regs screwed them back.

Spoilers: season 8… general knowledge

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

Disclaimer: they ain't mine.

Feedback: say what you got to say.

Author's Notes: This is an angsty sequel to Quid pro Quo. Just couldn't help not do the truck and "General!" scenario. Patricia gave me the "fight" idea. Happy ending. I only accept happy endings for Sam and Jack!

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"God damn it Carter, I gave you a direct order!" Jack shouted as soon as he closed his office door behind Sam. She stood in the middle of his office, her arms crossed across her chest and a fierce look in her eyes. Directed at him.

"It wasn't your call to make, sir!" She nearly shouted back at him. He was seriously starting to get on her nerves. Ever since she had stepped back through the gate he had been on her case. And she was getting sick of it, because she knew she had taken the right decision.

"You placed your team in unnecessary danger. In spite of my order to fall back, might I add!" They were threading in unknown territory now. In all the time they had worked together they had never argued this badly. But never in all the years had they slept together.

"I knew what I was doing!" Sam threw her hands in the air. "The outcome of the mission proves it! We regained control of the gate and we managed to drive back the Jaffa. It worked! And it was worth it! God damn it sir, we needed control of that planet! And you know it!"

"You had no idea it would work, Carter! You placed yourself in a situation with no way out!" He shouted. He actually shouted at her. For the first time, that he could recall, in 8 years he shouted in anger at Sam.

She stood there and took a menacing step forward. "Is this what it is all about, Jack? Me?" His eyes narrowed at her and his jaw clenched. "You hate it because I could have very well died out there? Is that why you gave me the order to fall back through the gate?" Her tone was accusing and his expression hardened even more.

"Since when are you in the habit of addressing your superior officer by his first name, Lt. Col.?" Her eyes held his, but he stood firm. Jack took one step towards her as well, bringing them a little too close to each other for personal safety. "At attention Carter!" She straightened instinctively, her arms by her side. He held his position and kept his voice deep and even. "There's this little military thing that doesn't require me to explain my orders, Colonel. And I gave you one. One you didn't follow. And now you stand here questioning my motives. I could have your ass court martial for this!"

Sam was outraged. She had expected better from him than to have him hide behind ranks. And they had certainly and seriously fucked the regs. "With all due respect sir, you made a call when you didn't have the right to. You didn't have all the facts of the situation, sir. You, sir, weren't there." She made it a point to sarcastically emphasize the word 'sir'. "Just because we slept together, just because we're lovers, doesn't mean that you can give orders to protect me in the field!"

Now he was pissed. He was pissed and he was furious and exposed and vulnerable. "That's not why I gave you the fucking order Colonel."

He wanted to say something else but she cut him off. "You never would have given that order otherwise, or to anyone lese. You know that! I know that! Never!" Etiquette was out the window. She broke the at attention position she had held up to that moment and moved her hands over her face in despair. "God damn you Jack! I knew this would happen, I knew you would do something like this, I just thought you'd be able to control yourself!"

"Col. Carter!" He shouted.

"Fuck that! This has to be said! You can't do this ever again."

"I take my command decisions as I fucking see fit! And it's not your place Lt. Col. to question them. You follow them! As for our sleeping together, might I remind you that you're the one who practically begged me to fuck you! And now you're the one questioning my proper military behavior?"

This time he had hit bellow the waist. Her jaw clenched and she retook her at attention position. Fine if this is how he wanted to play things, so be it. She could do it too. "Yes I have begged you." Shame suddenly flashed across her face and his heart stopped cold. What had he done? "And I appreciate the immense favor you did me General, as well as the discretion you have shown about it. A favor that I consider I have paid in full, given how you came inside me. So. General." Her voice was sure and even, trying to somehow keep the million pieces he broke her into together, at least until she walked out his door. "I believe we can call it even and put it all behind us. I hope the favor I have required of you will not affect our future working relationship in any way."

He felt his eyes blur and his head spin. His hands gripped the edge of the desk behind him, while his mind refused to grab hold of the reality she slammed him with. "No, Colonel, it won't." He gave her what she wanted and the way to break him right along with her. They stood there and looked at each other for a while. Neither said anything until she finally moved and without looking back she left his office.

He gathered every ounce of strength he had and moved around to face his desk and tried to focus on the duties he had for the day. He was not going to deal with this now. He was not going to accept her words, his words, the fact that they had just torn apart the love they had just discovered just because they were both too proud. Everything around seemed unimportant and ridiculous. His hand grabbed the first file he reached and furiously threw it against the wall, papers flying madly everywhere. "Fucking shit!" He could feel anger rise in him. Anger at himself, at her, at his position, at his feelings, at his decisions, at every little thing in the Universe that decided to give him Sam and made him stupid enough to loose her.

Sam had been right. He had given her the order to fall back because of his feelings for her and because of the new dimension their relationship had taken. He knew that what she wanted to do bared very little chances of survival and that moment all he could think about was getting her and her team home ASAP. He had completely disregarded her field experience, her command and warrior qualities, her had disrespected her as an officer and undermined her authority. All because he wanted to spend the rest of his life coming home to her. And when she threw it all in his face, he was the one to get pissed at her and pull rank.

He had been a complete ass about it. He freaked when she called him on it, he refused to admit he had made a mistake because he loved her. Instead of telling her the truth, of admitting she was right and asking her forgiveness, he turned it all against her and chose to loose her as a lover, rather than admit his fault as her CO. Fearing that if he failed her this way, he would no longer be the man she fell in love with.

"You stupid asshole!" He shouted at himself gripping his hair. He couldn't think straight. It would have been one thing if she had simply dumped him, but she had done more than that. She had transformed everything they had done that night into a simple favor. One friend to another. One officer to another. His duty as a CO, to take care of his team. The way he made love to her, the way she puled him back in her arms and her bed, the way she made love to him, for him. The way she trusted her body to his, the way she accepted his body inside her, above all others, the way she came on top of him. The words 'I love you' she whispered against his hair. The way she let him sleep with his dick inside her.

She had transformed it all in a favor and the love she returned to him in return, the orgasm she gave him, she turned it all in payment for it. Favor for favor. Fuck for fuck. Orgasm for orgasm.

All because he loved her too much and made a mistake. One he pinned on her. She was right. If anyone had wrecked what they had just fund, was him. Jack O'Neill destroyed the best thing that had happened to him in over 8 years. "You find happiness again for the first time and you blow it O'Neill!" He said. "You are one fucked up bastard. You did everything right to push her as far away as possible."

Jack slumped down in his chair, face in his hands, looking towards the door she walked out through. His voice was lost and weak and as the words "It's over…" left his lips, he felt life leave him.

Sam slammed the door of her lab shut. She was furious and she was fighting back tears of frustration and anger. At him. At Jack. She couldn't believe he had done that. That he had thrown the events of that night right in her face. That he had so coldly thrown her vulnerability and need for him in her face. She had spread her legs for him and begged him to shove his dick inside her, she must have begged him in all the ways she could think of, to fuck her. But she had exposed herself like that to a man she trusted and believed would never crucify her for it.

She had never felt so ashamed as she had felt that moment before him. He might have just called her a whore, for all she felt she was worth. She had always known that Jack O'Neill was a force to be reckoned with when he was mad, that he was fierce and sharp, but she never thought he would sink that low. That he had that much cruelty in him.

Maybe her decision to hold position was wrong. Yes, they had won the fight by grace of God alone, and she should have been dead right now, along with every member of her team. But he had taken crazier chances than that. She wanted to win because she didn't want to step back through the gate and present him with a failure. Because she knew that if he had been in her position, he would have won that fight. And if he could, so could she, because he taught her how to fight a good fight. And she wanted him to see that. She wanted him to be proud of her. She didn't want him to be witness to her failure.

And when Jack's own love forced a decision upon him, she took her revenge at him by destroying everything he had done for her the night he slept with her. He had loved her and protected her, he gave his body to her, he worshiped her with the will to sacrifice himself. He had pushed himself to the limit of human endurance and self-control. He had nearly sacrificed his sanity for her, along with his body. He had the scratches she inflicted on him to prove it.

She had felt sick to her stomach when, the next morning, she walked in on him in the bathroom and saw the wounds, despite his quick move to cover himself. He had asked her to keep her hands on him as he had driven his dick inside her tight body, knowing fully well that the pain would instinctively drive her nails in his flesh, deep enough to draw blood. He might have as well told her "hurt me like I'm hurting you".

And now, at last, she had done exactly what he feared. She said 'thank you for doing me a favor, for a good fuck and good bye'.

She had blamed him for letting feelings rule his orders. When she had done the same. She had risked the lives of 2 SG teams because she wanted to prove herself to her lover. She had discredited herself as an officer before him. And worse than that, she had thrown his feeling right in his face. She had called him unfit for his command position. She had questioned him as her CO, when she was no better than he was.

And that was why the 'no fraternization' rules were firmly in place. They should have been better than this. They should have been able to love and respect each other. They were strong and they were the best. So why did they suddenly act like idiots?

Sam sat at her desk and stared at the wall across from her. Why had they failed to make this work? It hadn't even been 3 days since they had slept together and they already screwed up. And now, thanks to both of them, there were no second chances. No going back and learning from their mistakes. No chance to do this right. As they knew they could. They made a mistake, as they feared they would, so they freaked and broke each other.

Tears started running down Sam's cheeks. How could she have been such an idiot? How could he have been so cruel? Maybe they couldn't do this after all.

They spent the rest of the day away from each other and away from other people. Jack had snapped at Walter sharp enough and loud enough to warn off any other attempts to interact with him for days to come and Sam had locked her lab door.

And they spent the night awake. Jack trying to go back to the way he felt for her before all this happened. And trying to believe again, as he had when he first agreed to fuck her, that it had all been just a favor he did for her. That he had done it all to protect her from pain and calm her fears, to save her from an alternative she feared. She called it a favor. He never should have let her make him believe it had ever been more than that. He should have continued to believe that, even when she wrapped him in her warm arms, when she climbed on top of him and fucked him to the sweetest release of his life. She had only re-paid a favor.

For her part, Sam just tried to come up with a way to go back to being able to look him in they eye again, after she had so eagerly spread her legs for him and, as he had pointed out, begged him to fuck her. A way to try to look at him as detached as she had learned to do before, now that she knew how his rock hard dick felt between her legs, the way his tongue felt in her mouth, the beautiful way he looked when he came.

They had hoped that by the next day everything would return to the way it had been before. Favor for favor, back to friends again. But he had had his mouth on her clit, her juices wetting his lips, and she had had his balls in her hand as he came and her lips tasting the salty sweat of his skin and that was not something the feel of which they could forget.

When she walked in his office the next day he just froze on the spot. A weak "Carter…" was all he managed to say, his mind screaming 'I want you, I love you, I'm sorry, I'm lost, I'm dying '. She put her mission report on his desk and turned to walk away without even looking at him. She feared he would see her despair at the now all too sudden knowledge that she would never know the feel of his body in her bed again. "Carter!" His voice was stronger this time and she stopped. "Colonel, I believe it is appropriate to wait to be dismissed, before walking away from a superior officer." She turned around and stood at attention. He could tell she was getting tired of all this.

Sam had always been a proper officer, which actually got on his nerves, with all the 'sir' she managed to address him in one single sentence. And now to have him quote line after line of regulations to her, was insulting. But as always, she played by the book. Which, given what they had done 4 nights ago, was pretty pointless. Proper military behavior was so far out the window between the two of them that she might as well tell him to fuck off. And yet there she was. Standing at attention before the man whose name she screamed in orgasm. Waiting to be dismissed.

"Going to the reception tonight Carter?" She looked at him confused. That's why he hadn't dismissed her yet? Weren't they a bit past small talk? "The reception Carter? For Maj. Harrison's engagement. You going?"

"Yes sir. I'm going."

"You don't seem very thrilled about it."

"No sir. Just not really feeling in the mood for it. Dress blues and all."

"Would it make you feel better if I promise you I won't be there." He refused to look at her as he said the words, finding her report a bit too interesting to seem real. He just felt that if he was going to see her face for much longer, he might just fall down on his knees before her. He wanted her. He desperately wanted her to forgive him.

"You promised you'd be there. And so have I." She said coldly.

He took his eyes off the papers and looked at her. "I can always blame some last minute interplanetary crisis."

He saw her smile a bitter smile. "If you don't want to come sir, don't. But don't do it on my account. Believe me, my lack of interest for this has nothing to do with you, General."

He nodded his understanding. She cared that little for him these days? "Dismissed Colonel. See you tonight." She stood at ease, looking at him. It was obvious he hadn't closed his eyes all night. He was pale and his face drawn. And as he nodded his understanding to her indifference towards him his eyes died a little more. "Anything else?" He asked when she wouldn't take her eyes off him. In one split second her mind came up with all the ways she could just damn the regulations that ruled her life straight to hell and she could just grab his head in her hands, slip her tongue in his sweet, sweet mouth and kiss him hard enough to breath life back into him.

"No sir." Was all she said and with that she walked away. He would have given anything to somehow find the strength that moment to hold her back and undo all the stupid things he had done. To win her back. To make things work for both of them. They needed each other. That much was clear to him. Sam looked as tired and worn as he felt. If he knew her as well as he thought, then he was sure she hadn't eaten anything in the past day. Or had any sleep. And since that night he now knew very well how her eyes looked after she had cried for hours. He knew she had cried for hours. He had to fix this before it ruined them both.

He needed her. He needed her like air. He felt he was going to die without her last night. The simple desire to feel her skin against him had been unbearable. And the way she had held him until he fell asleep that night, had definitely been more than just returning a favor. No matter what she said. And no matter what she said or how she acted, he knew she needed him too. Oh, she was good with words. She had known exactly where to hit him. What he feared most. She had known every little, deepest fear and insecurity he had had about that night. And she had played them all. Just like he had played her.

She had looked at him now, in his office, as she had done that night, when she had walked in on him, in her bathroom, to find him alone, with his dick in his hands, fighting for a painful release. And she lovingly took him in her hands, inside her body and wiped his pain away in a blissful orgasm. But she had made her call. And she was going to play through with the proper little officer to her last breath. The 'sir' and 'General' were now firmly back in place when she looked at him and she was going to keep them there.

It had taken a freak accident and a monumental amount of fear to drive her to him the first time. They had been in life or death situations and she hadn't let him in her arms or her bed. But the freak events of that night were that outrageous and that impossible and terrifying for her that they had broken her completely. And he was the only one to mend her. And those events were never going to occur again. Therefore, now that she had wrapped herself back in the proper military protocols, she was never going to let him in again. As far as she was concerned, it was over. But he'd be damned if he was going to let it be over. She didn't have the courage to break the rules, so be it. He had the guts for both of them.

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The ballroom where the engagement party was held was crowded with men and women in dress uniforms and several civilians dressed for a black tie event. It was elegant and it was fun. The dance floor had been designed big enough to offer everyone enough room to move, the food and drinks were great and everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Jack had made his appearance very early on and ever since he seemed to have made it his night's objective to terrorize the future groom. Maj. Harrison was a 30-year-old woman and her future husband was a civilian technical advisor for the SG program. 'Civilian' being the key word for Jack, who, now dressed in full dress uniform, making him look twice as imposing and threatening, had started terrorizing the man. "Just making sure he's good enough for you, Major." Was all he told the young woman when she desperately tried to save the man from her CO.

Sam had just spent the night with Daniel and Teal'c, making sure, and succeeding in avoiding Jack. He had tried to corner her twice this night, but she had managed to slip away. She was not in the mood to deal with him. With their situation. Sooner or later they'd have to sit down and talk and fix all these, fix each other, because they could not go on like this. But not right now. Right now her feelings for him were too close to the surface and it would take just one word from him to have her resolve broken. And she had exposed herself completely once to that man. And he had thrown it all in her face. She was never going to do it again.

"Sam…" Daniel brought her out of her daydream. "Everything ok with you and Jack?" She suddenly felt like she needed another drink. But she was driving and she had to pass. And damn it she could really use a little alcohol in her system right about now.

"Yeah Daniel. We're ok. Don't worry about it. I guess we're just a bit tired, that's all."

"You know he's been trying to talk to you alone all night, right?"

"Really?" She acted surprised. "I'm sure we'll get around to it." And that was the exact moment when he made his entrance, leaning against the bar right beside her. She felt her breath catch in her throat and her cheeks flush.

"Danny, Teal'c." He moved his eyes across her body and smiled lazily. "Carter…" He drew out her name a bit too much for a simple greeting and she wanted to disappear right there. She had to get away now. Before she grabbed his head and pushed her tongue in his mouth, in front of the eyes of about 800 officers.

Ever since she had entered the room she had spotted him. He was in a crowd full of military uniforms and yet he stood out as clearly as anything, and it wasn't because of the stars on his uniform. He looked gorgeous and the things he did to that uniform were court martial offenses on their own. She could bet her life on it. At that time Jack had just turned and nodded a salute in her direction before returning to torturing the groom. All she could think of as she stared at him, was to drag him in a corner somewhere where she could jump his bones to break them. And that was precisely why she had been avoiding him all night. Because all she could think about while looking at him was how good he had felt when he had been on top of her, his warm weight pressing her into the mattress, with his dick inside her.

"Sir…" She said while she stood up from the bar. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen I have something I need to talk to Maj. Harrison about." Yes, that was safe. She risked a smile in Jack's direction, without actually looking at him, and walked away.

And he was right on her tracks. She had managed to keep herself busy with Harrison long enough for him to get tired of waiting around her. And just when she thought she had got away, she saw Jack talking with the groom, moment after which the man walked towards his future wife and asked for a dance, leaving Carter opened and Jack nowhere to be found. Which meant he was cornering his prey. Her.

"Bathroom!" She said. That was safe. He wasn't going to follow her in there. Although she knew fully well he had the balls for it. She was making her way to the long hallway that led to the bathrooms and sure enough there he was. Looking casual as if it was all just by accident.

Sam felt herself get wet. The hall was quiet, the music somewhere deep in the background, the light was dim and he looked dangerous enough to be arousing. And she was aroused. "Ah, Carter… You know I was actually looking for you." He looked predatory and there was an ache between her legs that he was intensifying. She assessed her options. She could reach the ladies room, but only if she dived for it now. Which surely enough would look both stupid and suspicious to him. As if he hadn't already caught on to the fact that she was avoiding him.

She stood her ground and he got closer to her. The moment he was right in front of her face she felt herself get dizzy. His scent was intoxicating her, his height suddenly towering over her, his broad shoulders suddenly cutting everything else from view, so the only thing she could see, smell and feel was him.

"Sir…" She said weakly. "I can't do this right now." She prayed that he would understand her and let her be. But she had no such luck. He was determined to settle their score. She wasn't sure if it was to get back at her for the things she had said, or if he simply wanted things fixed.

"You'll have to." Was all he said. And that's when she decided that that being around him right now was not a good idea. She turned around and walked back to the ballroom before he was able to grab her arm, moving quickly among the crowd, making her way to the exit. She grabbed her things fast and was out the door the next second, not even bothering to say good bye to Daniel or Teal'c. She turned the corner and went to the parking lot behind the building.

"God damn you, sir…" She said, nearly running towards her car. "Haven't you broken me enough?" What the hell did he want from her? That's when she realized the parking lot was empty. There were no cars there except for hers and another one. She slowed down and walked cautiously towards the car. And suddenly out of nowhere he was behind her, close enough that she could feel the planes of his body. She stopped in her tracks. He didn't move.

"General please…"

"We need to talk about this, Carter." His voice was demanding and left no room for argument.

She sighed and turned around. "Not now. I can't do this now."

"You'll have to. We can't go on like this."

"Why are you doing this? I don't want to deal with you right now, sir!" She stared walking toward her car again.

He had his hands in his pockets and remained still. "Do you remember what you told me when you walked in on me in your bathroom?" Her heart sunk and she stopped, closing her eyes at the memory of it. He had looked so vulnerable, so much in pain and need, he was broken and battered. "You told me never to hold back from you."

She started moving again and she had almost reached her car. She was not going to allow him to break her. "Well, General, I had a debt to repay. I would have said anything to get you to let me fuck you to release." She was fumbling for her keys as he moved from his spot and in two steps was next to her.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Cut the crap Carter! You really expect me to believe this? I know you better than that!"

"Do you, sir? You never would have believed that I would be able to behave like a whore and beg my CO in a hundred different ways to fuck me."

His features took on an angry look and he advanced towards her forcing her back. "How dare you say that?" The words surprised her just as much as the fiece tone he used. "I have never, ever thought or felt or even phantomed the idea that what you did that night would make you a whore! Just where the fuck do you get off Colonel?"

Sam started to cautiously back away from him. But he was not going to tell her how much he loved her and adored her. He was not goint to confess to how much he respected her strength that night. "You think that I'm so pathetic and desperate that I fucked you just because you begged? You're mine Carter, I could have ripped your pants off and shoved my dick inside you anytime I damn well pleased! I don't need you to beg me Carter!"

She was still backing up until she bumped into the other car in the lot. She turned to find a way around it and and away from him when, for the first time, she realized it was his truck. He had her cornered. She turned to face him. Jack was inches away from her and she had no way of getting out. It wasn't fear that drove her, but her own emotions raging through her. "Then why did you do it? You sure as hell didn't seem to be willing to." Her voice was shaking from all the conflicting feelings. "You threw rank in my face, sir! I had spread my legs for you and you called me Colonel! What did finally bring you in my bed? If not the thought of a simple, easy, pointless fuck?"

Jack grinned. "Oh Carter… it was anything but easy…" She closed her eyes at the memory of the passionate 5 hours that had followed and the way he felt. Strong and hot, powerful and heavy on top of her. She wanted him back in her arms, she wanted to stop trying to hurt him just so he would get away from her. It was so easy to hurt him. He had opened himself so fully to her that night that she could kill him a thousand times over. "If there was someone to break you, it might as well have been me, Carter, than some clueless idiot who had no idea about how to protect you."

She looked in his eyes and they were burning with passion. His hands were balled into fists and every thing about him told her he was restraining himself. His raw passion could have devoured her. Her eyes caressed the features of his face she loved so much and she moved her hands to touch his cheek but he stopped her. "Sir…" But he wouldn't let her finish.

"Stand at attention Colonel." Her back straightened, despite his somewhat soft tone and she moved her hands by her side. Jack moved even closer to her and his hands went to the buttons of her uniform jacket. He opened it slowly. She didn't move. He looked in her eyes and his hands slowly moved to the buttons of her shirt and started undoing them as well. He heard her hiss.

"Sir… what are you doing?" She asked. But she didn't move. He hadn't put her at ease and she was playing thruogh with the order. Jack's fingers moved across her skin as he unbuttoned her shirt, making sure he was touching as much of her skin as possible, feeling the heat radiate from her. She was as warm and soft as he remembered her that night. It was driving him crazy. "Sir… you can't do this."

He kept his eyes on her and smiled. "Sure I can Carter. Watch me." His tone was surprisingly light, as his hands continued down her body. Her white blouse was now undone and he yanked it free from her skirt. Still Sam hadn't moved from her position. Jack placed his right palm flat on her belly, feeling her whole body tremble at his touch and moved it across the smooth exposed skin in a possessive caress. The feel of his hand, with the long lean fingers pressing into her muscles as he took the time feeling her belly, was arousing her, and she felt the ache return between her legs.

Her eyes didn't move from his, although her lids felt heavy and she felt like dropping her head on his shoulder. Burrying her face in his neck, smelling him, tasting his skin with her tongue, biting his earlobe. But she stood firm. His hand moved up towards her bra. "Colonel, you can feel free to report me in the morning. But right now you do as I say. Understood? I want to see if you're as good at following orders as I remember you were before."

She felt a moan come from her throat as his hand slipped underneath the lace cup of her bra and cup a breast, squeezing it lightly. "Sir..." Was all she could say before his thumb moved across her nipple, spreading desire through her body. "General…" He stroke her nipple again. "Ah, please… I want you to stop…" In reply his hands undid the clasp of her bra and he ripped it off her body, digging into her flesh. "Sir!" He smiled, obviously too proud of himself.

He kept his eyes locked with hers as he moved his leg between hers and kicked them apart. His left arm went around her waits and pulled her body to him. The fabric of his dress uniform was rough against the skin of her bare chest as she pushed herself against him, the cold medals scaripng her skin. But it was a feel she knew she would never forget, a feel of complete surrender she reveled in. Seeing a side of him so different from the man he was that nigh. She pressed her breasts harder against him, the rough fabric arousing her skin.

His right hand moved down her leg and then up her skirt. To his immense relief she wasn't wearing stalkings and when he reached her panties his finger slipped beneath them and through her folds. With all her will to remain at attention she felt her knees give at the feel of his long fingers move against her sensitive flesh. Her hands grabbed hold of the collar of his uniform jacket to support herself while pressiong her body tighter to him.

He brought his face closer to hers and she could feel his warm breath brush across her face. She willed herself to hold his gaze and keep her own passion at bay. "How come you're wet, Lt. Col.?" Her hands tightened on his uniform and her jaw clenched. She had been wet and ready for him, since he cornered her in the bathroom hall. She didn't make a sound. She wanted him inside her now. She wanted him to stretch her and bring her to orgasm right here, against the metal of his truck.

Jack's hand coaxed her to lift her knee and she hooked it around his leg so he could easily push his finger inside her. Her head went back and this time she moaned long and low. "God, you're still so tight…" He breathed feeling lost at the feel of her. He was going to die when he'd burry his dick inside her body. He rested her against the side door of his truck and he bent his head to close his mouth on a nipple and suck hard. Her body arched towards his face and he opened his mouth to take more of her flesh, roughly scraping his teeth against the skin, while he moved his finger in and out of her.

"Oh God… General please…" She was moaning and her hips were moving against his hand wanting more than just one finger. She grabbed his shoulders for support and his mouth released her breast to move, wet and possessive, across her collarbone and up her neck, licking and sucking the flesh without mercy. She was going to be bruised in the morning and that's exactly what he wanted. When his mouth reached her ear, her arms went around him and pressed her body against him, holding him tight against her, trying to calm him and herself. "Sir… we can't do this… please…"

"We tried to break each other Colonel." He whispered in her ear, stealing a moment himself to enjoy the intimacy of her arms around him. The comfort and security he knew she would never feel again. "So lets just permanently destroy each other and be done with all of this for good. You want something to hate me for? Jeasus, please…don't hate me for that night, because I swear to God, I never loved anyone as I loved you then. You think that I treated you like a whore… No, Carter… you haven't seen anything yet. You can hate me for tonight."

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This was all outrageous. Both of them, high ranking officers in the US AF in a dark corner in an empty parking lot, both of them in full dress uniform, Sam up against his truck with her clothes torn, Jack with his hand between her legs and one finger moving inside her. This was perverted and it was wrong in more ways than either of them could think of.

He grabbed her right hand and moved her hand to his rock hard dick. He moved his hand over hers and guided her to cup his erection, holding her hand there as he started grinding into her palm. "Rub me!" He said guiding her hand against him.

"God…" She moaned. He was rock hard and she could feel the heat and strength of him even through the barrier of his pants.

"Harder Colonel!" His voice was strained and his body was trembling from restrained passion.

"Yes sir!" She said squeezing him and rubbing harder. "God… Break me! Destroy me, General! Just finish this! I promise I'll ruin you back."

The next thing she knew his hand was in her hair, his mouth was on hers, hard and demanding, his tongue pushing between her lips as another finger slipped inside her wet body. She moaned at the welcomed intrusion and raised her leg around his waist, guided by the need to pull his fingers deeper inside her body. Her mouth opened immediately at the feel of tongue, pushing her own against his so she could taste him better. The kiss was fierce and mad. Lips sucking and teeth trying to bite the flesh they could reach.

His tongue was moving fast and rough in her mouth, not giving her the time to match his moves, just tasting her the way he wanted. He was demanding and selfish, driven by the sweet taste of her mouth.

She grabbed his lower lip between her teeth and tugged and bit on it, when he pushed a third finger inside her, pushing deep and hard, massaging her inner walls with the tip of his fingers on every stroke. He desperately tried to hold her head still with his hand, tightening his fingers in her hair, so she won't break his lip. She reluctantly released him at the sound of his pained moan, before she drew blood.

And she was so tempted to draw blood, to taste a hint of his salty red blood on her lips. She had seen him shed it so many times in the field, she wanted to keep the memory of that blood that ran through his veins with her. So it wouldn't be just the soil of alien worlds and enemy weapons that he shared it with.

"God Carter. If you want to play it like that…" His revenge was to start biting fiercely at her neck and ear, licking the skin he injured and feeling more of her juiced flow on his fingers. Sam moved her other hand to the pants of his uniform and undid the fly. She pulled his dick free, now moving her hand across his bare flesh, with strong strokes. He moaned in pleasure against her neck thrusting harder in her hand. "Oh yes, Carter!" He was hot and hard in her hand and his movements against her hand were desperate.

He moved away from her and undid his pants completely, to relieve the pressure. She was already hiking her skirt up around her waits and removing her panties. He looked at her, enjoying the view of her aroused and willing, revealing herself for him. "You ready for me, Colonel?"

"Yes sir…" He grabbed her hand and moved her to the front of his truck, grabbing her waist and lifting her so she could sit on the hood. He grabbed her knees and roughly spread her legs. With a hard push he had her lie down on the hood while he hooked her legs over his shoulders and moved his head between her legs.

The moment his mouth closed on her outer lips she moaned and her hands grabbed his hair. He sucked at her folds, scraping them with his teeth, taking his time in tasting her, before he pushed deeper between them and moved his tongue around her pussy. She was moaning and hissing at his every move. Her hips were restless on the hood, squirming under his lips. The tip of his tongue teased her opening without breaching her, just pushing against her, tasting her, teasing her. "Sir… Oh God! Yes…" She started moving her hips against his face and he allowed her. He wanted to feel her out of control. Her hips were almost lifting off the hood, pushing against his face. She was desperate for him and the release she knew he could offer her.

Her fingers gripped his hair tighter and he moaned against her pushing his tongue inside her. The small cry she let out was one of pure pleasure at the feel of something of his finally being inside her. "Please, yes… fuck me sir!" She loved the way his mouth felt against her, the way his lips teased and soothed her flesh while his teeth tugged at her clit and sent spikes of pleasure shooting through her body, more of her juices flowing and wetting the hood of his truck.

He moved rough against her and so different from the last time he had his mouth on her. That night he was soothing and calming, he was slow and tender. Now he was rough and demanding, possessing her with his own desire and passion and taking what he wanted from her.

His tongue was now thrusting harder inside her, pushing in as deep as he could. He was lost at the way she tasted, the way her hips were moving against his face, trying to feel more and more of him, the way her muscles had began trembling at his touch. He wanted to bring her off screaming. His tongue darted out and he pressed it upwards against her clit. Her hands pressed his head tighter against her as she screamed, arching her body. "You like that Colonel!" He said against her and repeated the move this time pressing harder against her clit. Her body jerked and trembled under him.

"Sir, yes sir!" She said between rough breaths. "Give me more, sir!"

"No problem Lt. Colonel." He straightened his body and moved his fingers to her folds while he stretched himself over her, looking down on her. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, her uniform jacket and blouse hanging open around her. His fingers started rubbing her hard while he kept watching her. Her body was trembling and he grabbed her chin and she opened her eyes. She was overwhelmed with arousal that mirrored his own.

He moved his head closer and their tongues darted out, slippery, tangling with each other, pushing, fighting, tasting. His fingers pushed inside her roughly, moving fast and without mercy, stretching her and pulling at her. "Sir… Ah, God!!! Please don't stop, sir!"

His head moved to one of her breasts to suck at it, rubbing her nipple with his tongue. "I want you to come, Carter." She moaned and he bit her nipple. She wanted to come too. "Come on Colonel!" His fingers moved rougher. "I want to feel you squeeze my fingers. Come on… be a good little soldier and do what you're told. "

The moment his thumb circled her clit he felt her body begin to contract around his fingers and he pushed them as deep as he could inside her. He removed his mouth from her breast to look at her. "Very good, Carter!" Her head was thrown back, mouth opened in a moan and her eyes screwed shut in pleasure that was almost bordering pain. Her body shuddered under him, her chest trembling against his, and her complete surrender nearly sent him over the edge. He needed her. Now. "Ah… General!!!" She felt she was going to pass out, before the tight contractions of her body slowed down.

He moved a hand over her breast and caressed it, while he kept himself over her, consuming every last bit of his self-control. He ran his eyes over her face, looking at her closely. "Beautiful orgasm, Colonel." She was weak and drained as she fell limp on the hood and he moved his head next to hers, licking the edge of her ear. "Did you come good, Carter?"

"Yes sir." She breathed, turning her head and offering her neck to his tongue. "I came good, sir."

Jack pushed himself off her and grabbed her waist, pulling her off the hood of his truck. Her legs barely supported her as he immediately spun her around and had her face down on the hood. "Spread your legs!" He ordered and she did just that, moving them as far apart as she could, pushing her ass to him. He went down on his knees behind her, spreading her folds with his thumbs. "You liked being fucked like this?"

"I want to be fucked, sir. Anyway you want, General!"

His mouth was on her ass as both his thumbs were moving through her folds, rubbing her. She braced herself on the hood, feeling the cold metal of the truck against the skin of her chest and belly. Two of his fingers moved between the cheeks of her ass and without giving her any warning he pushed them inside her ass. Her back arched off the hood and a small scream broke off her lips. "Don't mind if I do, Colonel…" He didn't stop, moving slowly in and out of her, feeling her muscles tight around his fingers, fighting the intrusion. His other hand went under her and across her belly to hold her relatively still against his hand and mouth. He kissed the skin wet, before his teeth sunk in the flesh of her ass and she bucked up against him. "Ah God…" She screamed.

He removed his fingers, parting her cheeks and moving his tongue to lick the skin he had harmed. He kept moving lower between her legs, licking her inner things and feeling the wetness that was dripping out of her and down her legs. He got up and pressed himself against her, moving his hand to rub her pussy from the front, while the hand that was holding her hips moved up to her chest and grabbed hold of her dog tags.

He was rubbing his own dick against her ass and he slipped the tip of his dick between her cheeks. Her body fell forward, bracing herself to accept his body inside her, but he pulled her back up against him by her dog tags. "Stand firm, Colonel!"

He didn't fuck her up the ass. He moved his dick to her wet folds and pushed inside her. She was still tight and he felt his lungs explode. "Fuck Carter! Shit you're so tight!" His hand tightened on her tags and she moaned pushing back against him, taking more of his length inside her. She had barely taken his entire length when he started pulling out and thrusting back in, fucking her hard, not waiting for her body to relax around him. He could feel her juices drip, while her muscles still trembled around his dick, trying to accommodate his size. He was stretching her and she enjoyed the feeling. She missed the feel of his body inside her. Sam caught his rhythm and started pushing back against him. "Yes, sir… oh yes! Fuck me anyway you like…"

He had one hand gripping her tags to hold her against him and the other on her clit, rubbing it in time with the thrusting of his hips. She braced her weight on her hands and used them for leverage as she thrust back against him. She was driving him insane, her tight body squeezing his dick and tempting him to loose his self-control. But this was about breaking her. Not him. His turn would follow. So he fucked her harder, rubbing her clit faster. He twisted his hips against her stretching her muscles a little more.

She couldn't believe the way he felt doing these things to her. Just like he promised he was fucking her like a whore on the hood of his car, with his pants around his knees and her skirt hiked up around her waist. Her blouse undone and his hands gripping and stroking different parts of her. And she was responding to the feel of his dick fucking her. Her juices were drowning his dick and running down to wet his won thighs. "God Carter…" He moaned. "I never knew you liked to be fucked like this Colonel…"

"With all due respect sir, I've never been fucked like this." She gasped when his hand released its hold on her tags and moved to grip her chin and turn her head towards him. His hips kept thrusting fiercely against her and he held her face turned towards him. "Open your eyes." She did and he looked straight at her while his fingers pressed particularly hard on her clit. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. He pushed his index finger against her lips and past them opening her lips and her mouth. Her scream was torn from her chest and her breath hit his face.

He kept her body pressed against his chest while he bent his head and his lips started sucking at her neck. Her inner muscles started contracting around his dick and he moved faster. She could feel his ragged breath on the skin of her neck while he kept his lips and teeth on her skin. "Oh God… I'm coming!" She said. His hand again gripped her tags tight.

"Do you want me to fuck you harder, Colonel?" He breathed din her ear, his hips and the hand on her clit slowing their pace.

"Damn you…" She said through clenched teeth, trying to thrust against his dick and fingers.

He tugged at her chain. "What was that Colonel?" His hand moved from her clit and he pushed a finger in her ass. She threw her head back and groaned, clenching her teeth so she wouldn't scream. "Do you want me to fuck you harder, Colonel?"

"Sir, yes sir! I'm so close… fuck me harder, God damn you!" He released her tags and pushed her down on the hood of the truck and while he kept his finger up her ass he moved the now free hand to her clit and pushed down on it. He brought her hips tighter against his own and he sharply thrust as hard and deep inside her as he could.

She exploded around him, her whole body shuddering before his eyes and her muscles gripping his still rock hard dick tightly. "General!!!" She screamed. Her body was squeezing him, more of juices wetting is thighs. He moved both his hands to grab her breasts as he stretched his body on top of her, pressing her to him. He felt her slowly begin to relax under him and he rested more of his weight on her, pressing her harder into the metal of his truck.

She moved her face to press her cheek against the cold metal of the hood, as she trembled from the waves of her orgasm that kept washing over her. "General…" She moaned again, feeling herself go limp under him, while her muscles still trembled. The cold of the metal was freezing under her and the heat from his body on top of her was pleasantly warming her back. "God, General…"

"Good Carter?" He whispered in her ear.

"Yes sir." She moved her hips against him and he moaned. "Your turn, sir." She pushed against him again, tightening her muscles as much as she could around his dick and she heard him groan in her ear, lost at the wet warm feel of her. "Am I good for you, sir?" His hands still moved over her breasts, caressing them and squeezing them as her body was caressing and squeezing his dick.

"God, yes, Carter." He admitted. "However I think I'll take you up on the offer you made me that night. Twice." She turned her head to look at him. Her eyes looked heavy with satisfaction, while his still burned. "Blowjob, Colonel. Or has the offer expired and I should just fuck you right here."

She smiled at him. "No sir. It's still very much up to date." He buried his face in her neck, breathing her scent, praying for control, as he pulled his hard dick out of her warm and tight body. The only thing that kept him sane, as he left the security of her body, was the promise of her lips wrapped around his dick. Just as sweet, just as tight, just as wet and warm. She regretted the loss of his dick filling her. He felt good inside her. He fit her perfectly.

Jack grabber her arm and pulled her off the hood and turned her around to look in her eyes for any sign that she was too warn out to keep this up. "Back seat, sir." Was all she said and he pulled her after him. But this was her turn to ruin him. He opened the door and got on the back seat. She crawled in with him and, taking him by surprise and gaining the upper hand, with one hard push she had him on his back on the seat. "Carter!"

"Shut up, sir." She didn't allow him to protest further and grabbed his pants with both her hands and pulled them and his boxers down his legs. He lifted his hips to help her and the next thing he knew she was stretched over him. She didn't move to unbutton the shirt or jacket of his uniform. She pressed her mouth against his and thrust her tongue in his mouth.

He grabbed her head with both his hands and instinctively he tried to retake control, but she didn't let him. He had had his turn to breaking and destroying her. She broke the kiss and after a quick kiss on his neck she moved to his hips. She began to nip his inner thighs, slowly, powerfully, her wet tongue tasting the skin. "Christ Carter… take you time, why don't you?" He was slowly loosing his mind.

Her mouth closed first on his balls, sucking at them and stroking them with her tongue. His hands went in her hair. "God yes…" If he had known what her mouth on him felt like he doubted he would have passed up her offer the first time. She could taste herself on his dick and mixed with his own taste drove her insane. This wasn't supposed to feel this good.

Finally her mouth moved to wrap her lips tightly around the head of his dick and she sucked on it hard. His hips bucked up against her and he tried to push her head down on him, but she resisted. "Patience, General." He looked down at her. He just wanted to come. He had enough foreplay fucking her to orgasm.

"Come on Colonel. Would you just suck me!" She silenced him by taking more of him in her mouth and moving one hand to cup his balls. She started moving her head up and down his length, scarping him with her teeth and sucking hard. His hands tightened in her hair and he started moving his hips with her. "More… take more…" She swallowed more of him and he groaned. "God, you're killing me." She was moving slowly savoring the feel of his dick in her mouth. He had had his turn with her before. Now it was his time to be ruined.

He fucked her like a whore on the hood of his car, pushing fingers, tongue, dick inside her, fucking her pussy and her ass and getting her off without hesitation. Now it was he who was on his back on the backseat of his car, with his legs spread as wide as he could, to give her access to his dick, moaning and squirming beneath her, thrusting his hips at her mouth, praying for release.

She moved her hand under his ass and squeezed his cheeks, digging her nails in. He moaned, but he forced himself to keep looking at her. She had her lips stretched around his dick and her tongue darted out every now and then to lick at the underside of him. He moved his fingers and brushed her cheek as her head kept moving up and down on him. "Colonel, please…"

She released his dick from her mouth a minute and moved her head fast and grabbed his fingers in her mouth. She sucked them deep in and then released them slowly. He watched her with parted lips as she returned and slipped her lips around his dick again. He was so very close and he could already feel his orgasm begin. He tried to guide her movements and get her to bring him off, but she refused him. She let him out of her mouth and with one hand she squeezed the base of his dick cutting off his orgasm.

He was frustrated and he grabbed her chin pushing his hips towards her mouth. "Carter come on! Do you want me to order you to get me off?" She slipped the middle finger of one hand between the globes of his ass and rubbed his hole. "Oh, fuck Carter!" His hips lifted off the seat. "What are you doing?"

She removed it and brushed it through her folds to wet it and returned it to his ass. She moved up his body and stretched herself on top of him. She pushed the finger in his ass and he tried to grab her hand and pull it away, but she didn't let him. He moved his hands to her breasts and she closed her mouth on his, watching his face. He squeezed her breasts as Sam kept up the movement of her finger, in and out of his ass, until he could take no more.

He had his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, his lips were parted and with every breath a moan was torn off his lips. His hips kept thrusting his dick against her belly hoping for some kind of release. She moved down his body again, his hands threading through her hair, and she took him back in her mouth and sucked at him hard and fast. "Oh Carter… please…. please…" She kept her finger moving as well and when she brushed the underside of his dick with her tongue on her last move, his hips jerked. "Carter… I'm coming."

He had removed his hands from her hair allowing her to pull back if she didn't want to swallow his come and instead he gripped her upper arms. She kept her mouth tight on him and he opened his eyes to look at her. "Carter… God… you gonna swallow?" She smiled up at him and he was lost. A white flash exploded behind his eyes and his orgasm ripped through him, feeling her lips still on his dick swallowing his semen and still caressing his length with her tongue. His entire body jerked with his mad release and his fingers tightened on her arms. "Oh my ggggod!" His hips were still thrusting erratically against her mouth. Her head kept moving on him, slow, and she swallowed all she could, feeling passion cloud her mind again at the taste of his come in her mouth.

She continued to lick at him and cleaned him up as best she could with her lips and tongue. His body was limp under her and his arms fell by his side. She gave his soft dick one last lick and she crawled up his body again. She lay on his chest and waited for him to recover. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Very nice job, Carter." His fingers moved over her lips to wipe away a last trace of his semen. "I've never had such a good blow job in my life."

His lips caught hers and he held her head still while he kissed her. He felt her body go progressively limp against him and he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded and she had moved to snuggle in his arms to keep the cold away. His head fell back on the seat. Not like this. He had just humiliated her by fucking her dirty in a public place, degrading her rank and her uniform and she had done the same to him, sucking at him until he was begging and fingered his ass. No matter how much he wanted, he couldn't let her cuddle up next to him.

He couldn't allow himself to wrap himself around her and hold her body safe while she slept against him. No matter how much he wanted to hold her, rock her to sleep, kissing her hair and whispering all the feelings he had for her, he slid from under her body and lay her down on the back seat. He got out and fixed his uniform, after which he grabbed a blanket from the driver's seat and moved to her.

She was half asleep when he turned her to her side and wrapped her blouse and uniform jacket around her body. She opened her eyes and looked at him while he covered her body, and he had to fight back the pain that was suffocating him. He did not want to loose her, but it was better for her. He couldn't hurt her if she hated him. He refused to recognize the adoring look in her eyes as he worked to make her comfortable on the back seat of his truck. He moved his hand between her legs and he cupped her. He could still feel her wet and hot in his palm as he moved his lips to her ear. "You did good Colonel. You did very good."

"Yes sir…" She whispered looking at him with satisfcation and she felt him pulling down her skirt. He carefully wrapped the blanket around her to keep the cold away and pulled the seat belt over her and hooked it to keep her in place. He moved so he could look at her.

"Carter…" She opened her eyes again and looked at his face. He was worn out. But she loved his face anyway. "Sleep." He said. "Don't worry about anything. I'm going to take you home and I'll have Daniel bring your car around in the morning."

"Yes sir. Thank you." He hesitated a moment before he moved and got behind the wheel. He drove in silence and she fell asleep on the back seat by the time they reached her place.

He pulled up in her driveway and got out. He moved to the back seat and unhooked the seat belt. She was still sleeping. He gently picked her up, keeping the blanket around her and moved towards the house. He managed to get the door opened and navigated through her house in the dark.

He felt his heart sink when he found himself in front of her bedroom door. He had given everything he had to her in there that night, but it wasn't even close to how much she had given him. He looked at her and took advantage of the fact the she was asleep and hugged her body to his, burying his face in her hair. She had given him everything she had, she had opened herself up to him completely. He could have saved her or he could have broken her. That night he had saved her and it had nearly cost him his sanity. This night he had broken her and he knew it would cost him his life. They were through.

Everything had gone as he thought they would that night. He ended up fucking her as a favor and she discarded him afterwards. Only that it had taken a little more time and they had the illusion of a dream in between. A dream where she was in love with him and he loved her back and she wanted him for the rest of her life. It only lasted one day. When they woke up together, did nothing the entire day, except sit around the house and hold on to each other. The moment they went back to the SGC it was over.

He pushed the door open and he moved her to her bed. He carefully took her uniform off and he covered her with the sheets of her bed. He didn't really care what she thought of him anymore. He had been an ass treating her in the field as he did. But he was never going to say 'I'm sorry'. Nor was she. So he made sure that whatever was between them was destroyed and that she could never love him again. By morning she'd have put that whole night and every word she had told him behind her. But he was never going to. It was the only thing still keeping him alive. The illusion of that dream they had. He bent his head and as softly as he could he kissed her forehead.

He moved to her dresser and pulled some papers out of his uniform and left them there for her to find, before he moved back to his truck to get the rest of her things. Sam opened her eyes when he closed the bedroom door and got out of bed slowly. She had woke up when he picked her up from his truck and she had felt and saw every move he had made. She moved to the dresser and picked up the papers. They were the forms necessary to file an incident report. He had told her she could report him in the morning. He had been serious.

She opened the door and moved to the living room where he had just felt the rest of her things and was about to leave. He froze when he saw her standing there with the files in her hand and only a sheet wrapped around her. He wasn't prepared to face her this soon after what he had done.

She moved towards him and tore the papers in two and threw them before him, on the table. "I don't need them." His heart stopped. "You can file the report yourself if you want to. I won't."

He nodded. "I won't." He said weakly. "Carter… I…"

"Don't leave me." She cut him off. His eyes snapped at her. What did she just say? "Don't leave me." She repeated just as clearly. He was feeling dizzy and he stumbled back to her sofa. She moved and sat on next to him. He looked lost and confused. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her holding him as tight as he had held her. He buried his face in her neck and hugged her body tightly back to him. "I'm sorry for all the things I said to you." She spoke against his hair, kissing his head. "It was never just a favor. It was the best thing that I ever had in my life, it was you and I don't want to loose it. I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I got mad at you, I'm sorry I disobeyed your order, I'm sorry I questioned your position, I'm sorry I tried to break you. I'm sorry I hurt you."

He wasn't saying anything. She tried to pull away so she could at least read the expression on his face but he hid his face in her neck. She was getting scared that she was loosing him. "Sir… please say something."

"Shhh…" Was all he said and even this was weak.

"Sir…" He was keeping his face buried in her skin and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know where she stood with him. She didn't want him to throw her weakness in her face again. But she was willing to take the chance, because she loved him and she couldn't loose him. It took a good 10 minutes until he pulled away from her and kissed her forehead. She tried to grab his face but he took her hands in his and pressed them to his chest. His heart was beating like crazy.

"I'm sorry I tried to protect you." He whispered against her forehead. "I'm sorry I disrespected you. I'm sorry I tried to break you tonight, I'm sorry I hurt you. God, Carter, I swear I never thought any less of you after that night. I loved you so much then, I thought I was going to die. I love you even more now. I'm sorry about what I did to you tonight. But if you wanted to hate me… please, Lord, please, not for that night!"

She moved her head and before he could pull back again she had her lips on his cheeks. They were wet and warm and now she understood why he was hiding is face. He didn't want her to see him cry. And he was crying. He had been crying in her arms for the last 10 minutes and he was still crying. "Jack…" She moved her hands from his and cupped his face. "Oh, Jack… God, dear Lord…" She was wiping away the tears, kissing his eyes and he let her. He couldn't hold back anymore. He was tired. "Jack… Jack, we're ok. It's ok. We can fix this. We learned. We know how to do this."

"Do you still want to?" He asked while wrapping his arms around her. "Can you move on from tonight with me?"

"You didn't do anything I didn't want you to. I loved you every minute of the time we spent in that parking lot."

"Sam…"

"I did. I swear." She hugged him to her. "Please don't leave me."

Jack closed his eyes and rested against her, all his barriers shattered. "I want you, I love you, I'm sorry, I'm lost, I'm dying without you." Was all he could say in return.

"So we're back?"

"Yes. We're back. We learned." He sighed, feeling at home in her arms. She held him, her hands soothing his back and the muscles in his shoulders.

"Thank you." She said against his hair and he immediately pulled back and looked at her confused. She smiled. "The truck and the General fantasy." His jaw dropped and he looked at her with a blank expression on his face. And just like that everything they had done earlier that night to break and hurt each other was ruined.

With two words from her that were his redemption and salvation, it all became a dirty little fantasy they played out. He was safe. They both were.

"Will you stay the night?" She asked him. He didn't say anything. Words would give away the tears he was fighting He stood up and again picked her up in his arm. She rested her head on his shoulder and he moved her to her bed, but this time not so he could place her down and forever loose her from his arms, but so he could climb in bed with her.

He moved to strip his own clothes. "Hang on…" She said and he stilled. "Come here." He looked at her confused but moved to stand at the foot of her bed. Sam was on her knees on the mattress, and slowly moved her hands to his uniform jacket. She grabbed his collar and ran her nails over the fabric and her fingertips over his medals. She began unbuttoning the jacked and slipped it slowly off his shoulders.

He stood there, arms passively by his side, looking at her. She moved to his tie and untied it, seductively pulling it from around his neck, throwing it on the floor. She grabbed the blouse and pulled it free from his pants. She couldn't help not slip her hands under it and over the muscles of his abdomen. His eyes closed in pleasure but he remained passive letting her have her fun. She smiled up at him and started unbuttoning the shirt, doing as he had, and brushing her fingers over the skin she exposed.

She let him keep it on when she was done and grabbed his belt, slipping it free and undoing the button. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was slipping the zipper down and he moaned when she brushed his dick. "Can you get hard again tonight?" She asked while she tugged his pants down his hips.

He bit his lip and frowned. "I'm not 30 anymore Carter. It takes me a while."

She smiled. "That's ok. Because there's something I really wanted to do and I really am not up for another round." Before he could say anything her wet lips closed on the skin of his belly and she sucked.

"Jeez, Carter!" He moaned but didn't move. This was her show. She moved her mouth to another patch of skin and again she kissed his skin, sucking at it. "You keep that up I may just turn 30 again." He felt her laugh against his skin.

She pushed his pants down and he stepped out of them. He had already lost his shoes and socks. She moved her hands slowly up his bare thighs and around his waist. She slipped them under the hem of his boxers and cupped his ass, feeling the muscles flex under her hand and she squeezed. He bit his lip again and she pushed the piece of clothing off him running her eyes over the parts she exposed. He twitched a little, suddenly all too self aware that he only had his shirt on and she was looking at him like she could devour him.

She lay back on the bed and pulled the covers up. "Come to bed." He removed his own shirt, and she watched in fascination as his muscles flexed with the movement. He crawled on top of her naked body and stretched himself on his side next to her. In the dim streetlight that was coming through the window he could see the skin of her neck and thighs start to show the bruises he had inflicted earlier.

His eyes darkened and hate flashed across his face. Hate at himself. His jaw clenched and his eyes burned her skin. How could he have injured her like this? He was supposed to be better. She had come to him because she knew he would never hurt her, and he had become everything she had feared in other men. His teeth marks were imprinted on her skin, his fingers had pushed in her flesh, leaving bruises. With all the self control he had shown the night he made love to her, with all the care he had shown her, in the end he had sunk to the level of all the rest of the men she had ran away from, only to come to him. He had lied to her.

She stretched her body, exposing herself to his eyes. "Are you done hating yourself?" Her words brought him back from his thoughts. His eyes slowly moved to hers and he didn't think he could look at her. "Stop thinking you were the only one who had control in that parking lot. If you had hurt me, you wouldn't be here now." He moved her head to her chest and kissed her breastbone right over her heart.

"You're bruised…" He kissed her breastbone again. "God Sam… please..." He had no words to beg her for forgiveness.

She ran her palm over his back and just as she knew she would, she felt the wounds she had inflicted on him the night he pushed his dick inside her for the first time. "We belong to each other."

"Sam…" He could not believe how much she loved him. How much she trusted him, to have him roughly fuck her in the street and now hold him to her, in her bed, in her arms. "I'm a stupid old man, Sam. This won't be the last time I'll make mistakes. I can't hurt you again."

"Yes you can. Because you also know how to mend me. I'll make mistakes too. But this one was bad enough to have us learn everything we need."

He stretched his worn body next to her and his cheek rested on the pillow. "God, this was one fucked up mistake, Carter." She smiled at him. He didn't bother to fight his instinct of calling her Carter. It was better they treated each other like the soldiers when they were in bed, rather then slip up and treat each other like lovers in the filed. "But you're right. We can do this."

She pulled the covers up over both of them and she nestled close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and slowly moved one hand across his chest, down over his firm abdomen and between his legs to cup his dick. He moaned low, instinctively thrusting in her hand. "Shhh…" She said. "I want you close to me. Sleep." This time he was the one to hold her close until she fell asleep.

Jack took back what he had denied himself and her earlier that night. His arms went around her and he held her tightly to him, tangling his legs with hers and rocking her to sleep. She was safe and secure in his arms, close to the warmth of his body, and the gentle feel of his skin. She felt love beyond belief and she felt loved beyond belief. They could do this after all. They just needed to be taught how.

THE END.