Title: Left Out

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Ratings: NC-17 Sam&Jack

Summary: The day and night before that last fishing scene in Threads. And why Jack and Sam had those huge, shit eating grins on their faces.

Spoilers: Threads

Archive: SJD yes, any one who wants it take it.

Disclaimer: not mine

Feedback: say what you have to say.

Author's Notes: This fic was written as a big THANK YOU to everyone who helped spoil me about Threads. Bren Ren, Maryfr2000, Scully. And especially to the wonderful campers over at GATEWORLD FORUM who posted play by play spoilers of the episode as it was aired. You guys rocked!!!! I know it's not much, but still, I wanted to do this for you all. Thank you!

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Jack shifted in his seat as he kept the truck on the road. They still had quite a bit to go until they reached his cabin and he was already kind of bored. He looked in the mirror and saw Daniel and Teal'c following in the second car. They probably weren't bored. Although he wouldn't want to be stuck with Daniel for the drive. They'd surely be left with cool things to talk about after a while and he was not going to want to talk about… 'serious' stuff. Yep, having Carter in his truck was definitely more fun. Even though she was currently asleep, her head resting against the side window.

He sighed, focusing on the drive. She was exhausted. She had been through so much in such a short time. Her dad died, she found out that he, Jack O'Neill was having an affair with another woman, she broke off with Pete. He was glad about Pete. That that prick was gone. That was the whole reason he got with Kerry in the first place. Needed to forget. Needed the warm comfort of a woman's body to make him forget about the woman he couldn't have. But Pete was gone. So was Kerry. And they were once again left with each other. He liked that. As vague and undefined as it was. They had each other.

Although now, things were so out of that damned room. Out and in the open and here to stay. There had been no declaration of love, no kisses, but they didn't need that after 8 years. One look, one touch was enough. It was out. All they had to do now was figure out how they were going to go about it. They had time. All the time in the world. They knew that they wanted each other. And they were going to go for each other. All they needed was time.

Sam needed time. That was what the cabin trip was all about. Get her out of the SGC, give her time to rest, relax, forget. The reason he took the boys with them was so that it would make things clear to her and to himself actually, that he was not taking her up there to fuck her brains out. Even though that was currently the only train of thought in his dirty little mind. But no. She was weak now and he was not going to take advantage of her. He had time. He could wait. Until she was fine.

However he was currently bored. And Sam was sleeping. And she looked so cute doing it. And there was the 'fucking her cute brains out' thought again. Yep, he was definitely proud of himself that he brought the boys along. Although the fact that they were in the other truck did nothing to stop his dick from stiffening as he sat there behind the wheel contemplating sex with Sam. Shit, he had to stop. He had taken his jacket off, so if she woke up now, there was no way he was going to be able to explain as to why he had a hard-on while he was driving. No way to lie about it, that is.

Luckily for him she slept the entire drive and by the time they reached his cabin he had managed to will away his erection. Daniel pulled the truck up by his side and the guys got out. "Carter…" Jack whispered leaning in to Sam's side. "Carter, we're there…" She stirred a little and opened her eyes. "Hey…" He said smiling. "We're here." She blinked rapidly a few times and looked around apparently unable to believe they were actually there.

"Oh God… I slept the whole time." She moaned. "Sorry, sir. Didn't mean to dump you like that."

He waved it away. "Don't be silly, Carter. You need rest. Come on, come on! Take a look around." He got out of the truck and picked up his bag and hers while she got out form her side and looked around. He could see the joy on her face. Yep, she liked it here already. The air, the loneliness. "Come around back." He said and showed her the way. Sam reached for her bag, to take it from him but he pulled away. "Nah! I got this." She smiled shyly at him and he suddenly felt very good about himself.

She walked with him, close to him, around to the back of the cabin and she was smiling the entire time. "Oh my God, sir. This is incredible!" Yes, he felt very good. "Look at this place." She walked out on the deck and he stood there watching her, while Teal'c and Daniel came after them. "This is beautiful." He smiled. Damn the bags. He wanted to have his arms around her. She looked so opened to him right now.

"There are no fishes in the pond." Teal'c said as a matter of fact, the moment Jack had with Sam suddenly crushed without mercy. "I still do not understand the purpose of fishing."

"Oh, T, come on! Why you have to spoil it for Carter?" Jack said. Not that he cared. He had Sam up here and that's all he wanted. Fishing was so the last thing on his mind. "You like fishing, don't ya Carter?"

"Actually sir…" She said walking back to him. "Never done it."

"Well, I'm telling you, you'll love it." He walked to the house and let them in. "Ok. Sleeping accommodations." He said dropping the bags to the floor. "There's the master bedroom and 2 guest bedrooms with two beds in them. Ladies first Carter. Look around and take your pick."

"I take it that the master bedroom is yours." She said, smiling a smile he really did not want to interpret. He cleared his throat and she waked with him around the house, down the hallway to the bedrooms.

"You're more than welcome to it…" He winced. He was interpreting it. "I mean… I can take the guest bedroom and leave you…"

"That's ok sir. You've got all your stuff in there anyway… you'll just be over all the time needing this or that…" *And hence the offer.* He thought. He really didn't mean to think sex with her. But he just couldn't help it. She looked so nice in her jeans and sweater and her face was all sleepy after her nap. If the guys weren't in the living room he'd have her up against the wall, thrusting his dick inside her so fast. Shit, there was that hard-on again. "This one's ok, she said, stopping in the next bedroom. The guys can have the one across the hall." He dropped her bag next to her bed. "Thanks, sir."

"No problem. If you need anything, just call. You have your own bathroom, it's got towels, a robe and all. If you're missing anything just say so. Ok? I'll take care of it." She nodded, starting to relax in the room and he saw the exhaustion creep across her face as she sat on the soft mattress of the bed. His hand reached out and brushed her hair off her face, before he could stop the gesture. She didn't react, just closed her eyes briefly and smiled at him. "You ok?" He asked her, reluctant to remove his hand. And she didn't seem to want him to, as she was leaning all so slightly into his touch. She nodded that she was ok, in the end, looking up at him. God, she needed him. "I'll see about dinner. Ok?" He said, trying to find an excuse to get away from her. Fast.

"I should give you a hand with that…" She started getting up again, before he pushed her to sit.

"Ah! Carter…" He warned her. "You need to rest. No arguments. Sleep a little before dinner." He smiled, confident with himself. "I'm perfectly capable to take care of it." He could swear she snorted at him, but she just let her body fall on the pillows and she closed her eyes. He pulled up a blanket to cover her, and he leaned over her, close to her, tucking her in. Her eyes opened slightly and she watched him through her eyelashes as he hovered above her a second as if he didn't want to leave. "I'll call you when it's ready." He said and made his way out of her room as quickly and discreetly as possible. She didn't want him to leave.

He showed Daniel and Teal'c to the other room and set his own stuff in his bedroom. He settled in, showered, relaxed a bit, before he started seeing about dinner.

The guys gave him a hand with it, deciding to eat outside. By the time they had everything set, it had been almost 3 hours. Plenty of time for Sam to get a nap, Jack considered as he walked down the hall to her room. He knocked softly. When she didn't answer, he cracked the door and looked in, praying to all the Gods not to screw with is mind and that she was decent. She was, in the same position as he left her, still sleeping. Now came the decision if he should wake her or not. She needed food. She had barely eaten anything the entire day. He came to her bed and sat on it. "Carter…" He shook her shoulder a little, his hand resting on her longer than necessary. "Wake up. Dinner time."

Again, she opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, confusion showing for a moment as she forgot just where she was. "Oh…sir." She rubbed her eyes. He didn't remove his hand. She was glad for that. His grip was firm and gentle, and she thought she could actually feel his heat. "How long was I out?"

"Three hours." She groaned. "Come on. Sleep later. Eat now." He grabbed her hands and pulled her out of bed. She wasn't shy as she stretched herself right in front of him, right so God damn close to him, trying to ease some of the tension in her muscles. He was so holding his breath, because if he breathed, he'd moan, or groan, and that would so give his arousal away. And he didn't want that. But God, she was arching like a cat and his dick was so stiffening. Again. She seemed to be oblivious to his torture, as she walked past him, towards the door. He cleared his voice and followed behind her, trying to move his hard dick in a more comfortable position.

Dinner went along nice. Sam was laughing again and Jack was all too happy to see she was definitely having a good time. She didn't eat much, which didn't surprise him but she ate enough so he wouldn't worry about her wearing herself out. It had already gotten dark and the only light was that coming from the house and the outdoors lamp Jack set up. She was sitting with Daniel talking about something as Jack and Teal'c cleared the remains of their dinner before they joined them.

"Tomorrow we fish." Jack said with a huge grin of his face. Daniel just looked in his cup and Teal'c arched an eyebrow. "What? What do you guys have against fishing?"

"Nothing Jack… it's just… why do you like it so much?"

"It's fishing Daniel. You don't need a reason to like fishing." He caught Sam's eyes as she was smiling at him, but he didn't linger.

"There are no fishes here O'Neill."

"You don't need fishes to fish. It's fishING…" Sam was giggling at him. He was the most adorable thing in thew orld right now. "What?"

"Nothing sir. It's just that… you rarely get so enthusiastic over something…"

"As I said. It's fishing. You'll see tomorrow Carter. You'll love it."

She was smiling… more like smirking as she sipped her drink. "I'm sure I will sir." She said in her cup.

"There. Someone who appreciates it." He gestured towards her.

Daniel nodded and got up. "I'm giving up. Going to bed. Night guys!" It didn't take long for Teal'c to follow him and Jack found himself alone with her.

"So…" He said, moving to sit next to her, grateful for finally having Sam to himself. "How're you feeling?"

"Better. Thank you." She hugged her arms, a bit aware of the night's chill. "I can't believe how nice it's out here. You always talked about this place… but this is… wow…" He smiled at her. Bright and honest. "Thanks for bringing me here, sir. I really appreciate this."

"Oh, Carter, come on! I've been trying to get your ass up here for years."

"Yeah… well… you finally got me." She said and his eyes shot to her face, expecting her to fumble for words to clear the double meaning of what she had said. She didn't. Just looked out towards the lake, a bit sad. "I wish it wasn't in such… circumstances." He knew what she meant. And it cleared things up for him that she still needed time to heal. Even if she had kept the double meaning if her previous words.

He reached out his arm and draped it around her shoulders without making any move to pull her to him. He was not going to temp his already fleeting self control to that degree. Close to her, alone with her, the night around them. He saw her eyes close at his touch and she absorbed the feel of him. It was still forbidden, for them to be doing this, being so close, alone. Especially now that feelings were out in the open. But she found she didn't care. Who would know? Who would care? She looked around. This was literally the middle of nowhere. No one cared if she suddenly acted on the urge to be in bed with him, naked, under the heavy weight of his body.

She sighed. His arm was strong around her, the weight of it resting a pleasurable pressure on her shoulders. Strength and comfort was radiating from him and she felt herself drawn to it. She needed it. Wanted it, craved it. Screw all the things she had learned over the years about being independent, what the Academy and her military life taught her about being strong on her own. She needed to feel weak right now and have him be strong for her. He was strong. And he was looking at her closely, trying to guess her thoughts. "I'm ok, sir." She said. "Honestly sir, I am." She tried to smile at him, but he didn't buy it. "I just need to… sleep… relax… rest. I'm gonna go to bed." She said as she slid out form under his heavy arm and felt immediately naked without him around her.

And then, before she got up, she did something that shocked even her. Something she couldn't stop, or wanted to. She leaned in and brushed her lips softly over his cheek. Not a kiss, just a caress. She heard his sharp indrawn breath and his head snapped towards her, his eyes searching hers. Sam pulled back, her gesture suddenly obvious to her, but she held his eyes and tried to smile. She didn't want to run away from this. She saw Jack's eyes drop to her lips and his own parted to breathe better. He smiled back at her. He was letting her get away with it. He didn't have to and he knew she would put up no resistance. But he let her walk away. "'Night Carter. See you tomorrow. Bright and early. For fishing."

"Yes sir." She smiled again and got up before she did anything else stupid. She knew he'd let her get away with anything, just as long as she was with him. It still amazed her how much love and devotion this man had for her. He'd do anything. Anytime. Anywhere. She just didn't want to rush into this. Take advantage of the fact that he was trying to be good and comforting to her. Use him. "Night sir!" She turned and walked inside. Leaving him alone, sitting on the log in the chilly night air. He needed the chill. Her lips made his skin burn, desire rushed through him like mad and if it hadn't been for the initial shock she caused him, he hated thinking what he would have done. Grabbed her, kissed her, ripped her clothes off. Daniel and Teal'c be damned, he would have been inside her right there.

Hours passed but he didn't go to sleep. Just walked around the house, thinking. About everything that had went on. Not just this evening. Or in the past days. But about everything that had happened in the past years. And how many chances they both missed at being together. Missed opportunities, unwilling to take risks, following regulations. He had wasted 4 years of his life and he wasn't a young man anymore. He was brushing his teeth, when suddenly his feelings that he had all the time in the world, were fading away. He wasted 4 years. He didn't think he could go on another day without her. He had her, yes, he knew that. Now. But he wanted more. He wanted her completely. They were together, more or less… but he wanted more rather than less. Yet he had to wait. Just a little more. They had just buried her father, for crying out loud. He wasn't that much of an asshole. He toweled his face dry and walked out of his room.

Or maybe he was, he thought as he walked back outside. He wouldn't have taken the guys with them, if he had been so damned sure of his honorable intentions. He pulled the jacket tighter around him against the cold night air. He missed nights up here. Cold, fresh, dark. He turned to walk inside, despite the fact that he still wasn't going to be able to sleep, when he saw Sam walk out again. She was dressed for bed, or so he guessed. He certainly refused to think that she might be naked under the blanket she had wrapped around her tightly. She held his eyes for a minute, not knowing what she should do, then moved and sat down on the log. *Ok…* He thought and moved towards her. "Did I wake you?" She shook her head. "You ok, Carter?" He asked as stood in front of her.

"Yes. Just couldn't sleep, sir. And it was so nice out here…" She looked around again and breathed in deeply.

He was a bit hesitant as he sat down next to her. But this time he gave in and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against his chest. "It's also cold out here." He said. Her head rested on his shoulder, her forehead pressed to the side of his neck and he felt her body relax against him.

"I'm ok." She said softly. "Not cold, now." This he liked. This he could get used to. This was what he wanted for them.

"Why aren't you asleep?" The softness of his voice surprised her. It also thrilled her.

"Not sleepy." She said as he held her close, running his hand through her mussed hair, playing with it, smoothening it. He let her cuddle up to him more and get more comfortable. He didn't care that he was so taking advantage of this so he could have her in his arms.

"Something wrong?" He asked after a while. "Why can't you sleep? It's almost midnight."

"No… just can't sleep. I was out most of the day anyway. I'm not that exhausted." He nodded and rested his chin on her head. "I should have come up here before."

"Hey, not my fault there, Carter. I offered… and offered, and offered." She giggled and he smiled above her. Making her laugh made him feel good. Her head turned on his shoulder and he felt her bury her face in his neck, nuzzling his skin, her warm breath tickling him. She didn't move to pull away and she just rested like that against him. She liked how he smelled. Hard and strong and so distinctly him. She needed this. His strength. He was all around her and she was feeling warm and comfortable. His hand threaded through her hair to hold her head against him better. Oh, he wanted more, so much more, but he wasn't sure how far he should go. All he could do was hold her against him and let her set the pace.

He turned his head to try and look down at her face. He could see her eyes closed, and a pleased look on her face. She needed this as much as he did. He brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Carter…" He whispered softly, looking at her face, brushing her hair back. "Will you come to bed with me?" Her eyes opened instantly and caught his, a look of surprise across her face. "Just to sleep. I swear! It's just going to get colder and I don't know about you, but I will eventually doze off. Can we do this where it's warm?" She tried not to smile as she arched an eyebrow at him. "I swear Carter! Just to sleep!"

He was looking down at her expectantly and his arm around her tightened without his will. He didn't want to end this yet, but she had to be getting cold. God only knew what she had on under the blanket. And suddenly he had to stifle a moan. Maybe he should have suggested they moved to the couch. But he really did want her in his bed. Even if it was just for sleep. They could start small. Sleep together… actually sleep. Get comfortable with each other. Feel each other close, in intimate conditions, without any sexual pressure. "Yeah…" She finally said smiling at him and he felt his heart stop. "I could go to bed with you."

He was grinning like an idiot. "Cool!" He said and got up, pulling her with him.

"Such a smooth talker you are, sir." She joked walking ahead of him.

He stopped when they were inside to lock the doors and windows. "Don't make fun of me. My self esteem is very fragile in moments like these." She stifled a giggle and he moved with her to his room. Fragile self esteem? Who was he kidding? He was such a predator. And she knew it, always did, always longed to feel it for herself. He opened the door and let her in first, giving himself a moment to breathe deeply. She stood there, blanket tightly around her as she watched him turn down the bed. His bed. His bed at the cabin. She felt a shiver run through her. He pulled the covers back and looked at her, letting her know she should get in.

Next thing she knew he was pulling the blanket from around her, slowly, leaving her standing there only in a tank top and panties. "Get in bed." He whispered, throwing the blanket on a chair and turning away from her to go to a drawer. "I'll be right with you. Let me just get out of these clothes…" He turned to see what she was doing and saw her crawl hesitantly in his bed. He felt his breath catch. Christ, he had her in his bed. He breathed deeply again. He felt nervous. About a lot of things. Ok, so there were no sexual expectations, but he still felt like he could so mess this up. Even if it was just sleep. He didn't want to do the wrong things. And God help him, what if he did loose it? What if his libido did take over and he would no longer be able to control himself?

He shoved that thought aside as he pulled out an old T-Shirt. Sam was a strong woman. She could take care of herself. Besides, he's never do that to her. One word from her would be able to stop him midfall, if need be.

Sam was sitting on the bed, watching him pull his jacket off and throw it on a chair, before he moved to his white T-shirt. He pulled it over his head, messing his hair and revealing his upper body to her. Her lips parted at the expanse of his skin now before her. And damn, was he ever fit. Her heart was beating faster and her mind was alert as she watched him. His pants were next, but he only unhooked the belt and unbuttoned them. He moved to pick p the old T-shirt and pull it on, when he heard her voice on the bed behind him. "Leave it." She said, speaking softer so the guys wouldn't hear their voices. He turned to look at her, T-shirt in his hand. "Leave it." She repeated, nodding towards the piece of clothing.

She was suddenly on her knees on the bed, her hand moving under the tank top she had on and suddenly he got her meaning. *Oh… OH! Shit! Fuck! Holly…* He was frozen there as she kept waiting for him to move. *Don't loose it, don't loose it…* He kept telling himself. "Carter…" He moved towards the bed just as her hands were gently grabbing the edges of her top and pulling it over her head. And suddenly she was there, naked from the waist up and he was on the edge of madness.

"We can't do this…" He said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, forcing his eyes to stay locked with hers and not drift down to her wonderful, perfect breasts. "I don't want you to rush into this…" She moved to straddle him and he didn't fight her, just followed her eyes with his. "I mean, you've just…" He felt her hands in his hair and she pulled his face closer to her chest. Her skin was warm against his face and he could smell her as she softly held his face between her breasts. "God…" He moaned, his hands moving to her back. "Carter…" He breathed as she gently and softly guided his face against her skin and he nuzzled her breastbone. "This is…" His lips brushed the inside of her breast, following the erotic control her hands had in his hair. "Too fast…" She kept urging him on and he obeyed, he nuzzled the other breast, her fingers, her moves against his face, driving him crazy. "Too soon…" He fought the control of her hands and pressed his forehead to her chest, his fingers tightening on her waist. "God, please don't do this… I won't be able…"

He felt her go progressively rigid against him and he knew he freaked her. "No, no, no!" He said quickly. "No, Carter, no." He pulled his head back from her chest, to look up at her. Her hands were still on his shoulders, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall behind him and he could see the flush of embarrassment creep over her face, down her neck. He grabbed her face in his hands. "Don't. It's ok. No, no, please don't freak…" He begged her. He pulled her head to him and kissed her lips. "I do want you, I do…" He kissed her lips over and over, feeling the hands on his shoulder start to inch up his neck as her eyes caught his again. He kissed her cheek, then behind her ear, whispering. "Sam, I do want you." He pulled back. "Look at me… I do want you, wanted you for so long… but I don't want to hurt you. I would die if I ever hurt you…"

She was going to start shaking soon, he was sure of it. As the embarrassment from his rejection was going to take over her. She knew she never should have done this. Throw herself at him like this. She just needed him so bad. And he felt so warm and smooth under her palms, strong and right. She felt tears gather in her eyes as she was preparing to beg him not to refuse her this. "I want you." He whispered, holding her hand in his against his heart, trying to convince her of the reality of his words, his need for her. She could feel the rapid beat under his ribcage, her eyes looking at their entwined fingers. "I really do…"

His hand dragged hers along, moving it flat over the expanse of his chest, downwards, guiding it down over his stomach and belly, his muscles rippling at the first touch of their fingers. Her eyes followed their hands and as Jack kept his own on her face, he dipped both their hands beneath the waistband of his jeans and in his boxers, moving her palm over the hard length of his hard dick. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as she felt him hard and hot in her hand. His fingers moved over hers, guiding her to wrap her hand on him and she obeyed, feeling the smooth, velvety texture of him. He was rock hard and her eyes fell closed as her hand moved along his shaft without his urgings. He kept his hand over hers, felling her stroke him, the other at the back of her head, in her hair, supporting her head as it fell backwards.

He removed his hand from inside his boxers, allowing her to remove her own. She didn't. Her eyes opened and she looked at him as she kept stroking him, slow and hard. "I do want you…" He said, his head falling to her chest.

"You won't hurt me…" She whispered softly. The hand on his dick stilled, the one behind his neck holding him tighter against her naked chest. "Please… I need you so much right now… I'll do anything…" He groaned against her, his lips suddenly wet and hot on her neck, his hands supporting her back as he stretched her across on the bed, him on top of her, forcing her hand out of his pants.

His lips were everywhere on her neck and across her shoulders, kissing her over and over. "You don't have to… you don't have to." His head moved lower, his lips kissing her breastbone, the top of each breast, nuzzling between them. "I'm yours. I'm completely yours…" He kissed the inside of each breast, her nipples. "Yours…" Her belly. "Yours…" Up to her chest, nipples and neck again, whispering with each kiss "Yours…" He closed his mouth over hers again, the tip of his tongue wet and sweet as it brushed her lips, asking for more of her mouth. Her lips parted and he went deeper, to run his tongue over her teeth. He didn't get the chance to go deeper in her mouth because her hands were working on his jeans and he suddenly remembered he was overdressed for this. He moaned in her mouth, reluctant to part.

"Off…" She breathed. "You won't be sorry…" His head snapped back and he stared blankly at her. Won't be sorry… his mind was overloading with scenarios… "Help me here…" She whispered and he got off her to sit on the edge of the bed. He took of his shoes and socks and just as he lowered his pants and boxers over his hips and sat down to take them off, he saw Sam shift on the bed. In a split second she was on her knees in front of him, moving his hands from his pants and closing her lips to kiss the head of his dick.

"Holly fuck…" He groaned loudly, when her lips slipped his dick deeper in her mouth and sucked at him wetly.

"Shhh…" She smiled up at him. "You'll wake the guys. We can't be loud about this."

"Then stop doing… well… that…" He tried to pull her up to him but she resisted.

"Just a little more. I'll be quick I promise… I really want to taste you…" She did, she really did. For allthose nights she was awake wondering how his dick felt like between her lips, for all those off world nights she slept next to him, inches away not being able to touch him. She wanted to know his taste. Her lips closed on him again. Tight. She was sucking him so tightly.

"It's not that I… oh my God… don't like this. But… oh fuck… you're killing me…" He moaned again, despite his best efforts to stay quiet. She had slipped more of him in her mouth and rubbed her tongue on his underside.

"Grab a pillow or something…" She was having way too much fun with this, he decided. She was swirling her tongue around the head, licking at it. When she dipped the tip of it in his opening his hips jerked off the mattress and he instantly grabbed her arm and pulled her up forcefully. "Hey… I wasn't…"

"Oh yes you were!" He pinned her to the bed and got rid of the rest of his clothes. "God, you felt…" He crawled over her and kissed her powerfully. She felt his tongue slip in her mouth and she parted her teeth more for him. She felt him breath in deeply once, the hand he had behind her head relaxing its hold. Then his moves slowed down, relaxed. His mouth lost its desperation, his tongue slowed down, taking its time to taste, feel, stroke. Her hands crawled up his back to his neck, brushing over his bear shoulders as his lips moved to her jaw and then behind her ear.

"You taste so good…" She breathed, arching her neck for him and he muffled his deep grunt in her shoulder, her responsiveness to him driving his self control to the limits. "I need you so desperately…" He kissed her chest above each breast as his hand moved on the side of her body, down to her waist and he hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her panties. He tugged at them slightly and pulled back to look at her.

"I'll be lost after this…" He told her, his eyes sparkling, but holding still. "Last chance…" She arched her hips off the bed and he smiled at her as he pulled the last piece of clothing off her. She lay back on the pillows and watched his eyes return to her body, after he threw her clothes on a chair, without leaving her side. She could see the smile on his face turn to one of lust and passion. His eyes darkened and were heavy lidded, his perfect lips parted as he breathed faster and faster. His eyes closed. His head dropped on her belly, his face buried in her skin, kissing it. He was lost as he felt her hands thread through his hair, scraping his scalp, massaging.

He kissed the line where her thigh met torso and his hands moved her legs apart. He kissed her folds and dipped his tongue to run over her. "Oh God…" He moaned, not believing how wet he found her. His fingers parted her folds, pulling up to reveal her clit to him and he ran the flat of his tongue over it. She bucked against his face, a small cry escaping her lips. "Shhh. The guys, remember?" She shot a death glare down at him, but that was soon forgotten as his tongue moved through her folds again, pushing against her opening. She whimpered again, trembling. He was warm and wet as he licked her, his breath coming in short and fast against her heated flesh.

She wanted that breath on her face, or against her neck, as he fucked her. There was a desperate need in her to have Jack possess her completely so she could loose herself in him. Stop thinking, stop feeling, Shut the world out and be left with nothing but him. He was her life, he was the best thing she had, her joy her love. She wanted all else to disappear. The pain, the loss, the hurt, the loneliness. He could do that. She loved him so much she wished there would be nothing else in her life right now but him. She moaned again when he sucked the clit in his mouth. "Grab a pillow or something…" She felt him smirk against her skin as he threw her words back at her and felt a smile of her own tug at her lips.

"You…" She breathed and he looked up at her. "I want you… Please, no foreplay… This is incredible, you are incredible, but please…" She bit her lip, trying not to sob. "Right now I need you too much…" He moved up her body and stretched himself over her, brushing strands of hair off her forehead before he kissed it.

"Yours…" He whispered. Her hands came around him, holding him tight against her, while she parted her legs to cradle his body between them, feeling his hard dick trapped between their bodies. Her face was in his shoulder, kissing along his collarbone, up his neck. She traced the contours of his neck with the tip of her tongue. The hollow of his throat, up along the jugular, nibbling at the tendons. "Oh! That's nice…" He mumbled. A hand snaked under her shoulder and the other brushed her cheek. "Sam…" She wrapped her legs around him as high as she could, moving so the tip of his dick was resting against her opening. "Look at me…"

His hand framed her cheek when she pulled back from his neck to look at him. He held her eyes and smiled sweetly, his hand holding her face gently. He thrust forward and felt the tip of his dick breach past her opening. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her head arching backwards a little, but she held his eyes. Her legs tightened around him, her heals pressing in his ass, trying to get him to move deeper inside her. He kept his eyes to hers as he sunk himself fully inside her. One thrust. He pushed his entire length inside her in one thrust. She was hot around him and wet, her muscles clenching and tugging at him deliciously.

Her eyes closed at the feel and his head dropped to her shoulder, a moan torn from him. "I love you…" Left his lips without him even wanting to stop the words. They were whispered in her ear loud and clear and he felt her tremble under him. "I love you…" He repeated again, this time as a lost whisper. He felt her legs hug him tighter, pressing him to her and he pulled back to look at her. "Not exactly how I dreamt of telling you…"

"Not exactly the worst way…" She smiled at him, tracing her fingers over his perfect lips. "Don't stop… I love you too." She thrust her pelvis up at him and felt him shudder. "Don't be loud." She whispered against his lips but whimpered herself as he twisted his hips slowly inside her. "Quiet…"

"Only if you'll be…" He said as he moved out and slowly in.

"I'll have you know, I'm never loud." His breathing was labored from restrained passion, but he was grinning at her. Damn. He took that as a challenge and he was definitely persistent. "Don't go there…" She warned. "I'm not in the mood to have to explain the noises to Daniel and Teal'c in the morning." He pulled out more and slammed his dick inside her hard. She muffled her scream in his shoulder at the last second, her hands gripping his upper rams. "Oh yes… She moaned.

He kissed her temple lovingly, marveling in the feel of her body trapped under him, her legs around him. She was willing for him, wet, ready. She was warm and soft against him. Wanting him just as bad as he wanted her. He loved her. "I'm going to make you scream." He whispered to her, knowing somehow that this would be the best thing in both their lives. She knew. She already knew it was. From the way he tasted in her mouth, from the way he felt when he impaled her, the way she was stretched around him. From the way his hands held her now against him, strong, gentle, loving. From the way he felt above her, the planes of his body pressed to hers. Slowly she lost herself in him as she needed so desperately to and knew she'd end up screaming. He would too.

"Jack…" She warned when he started rocking inside her steadily. She knew he could make her scream. She had no doubt about it. The stretch of her muscles around his size was enough to send her senses spiraling into mindless passion. And then there were these little twists he did when he was fully inside her. God, that was simply delicious.

"Shhh…" He held her head as she buried her face in his shoulder. More screams rose in her chest with each thrusting of his dick inside her. She kept quiet, biting her lips, closing her mouth on his shoulder, his neck, each time her body welcoming his powerful moves. He was strong, and just what she needed him to be. He was hers, inside her, around her. He was hard, his chest, his dick, his back. The muscles were well defined and rippling under her fingers as he moved above her, supporting himself, thrusting into her. He was warm and slick with the sweat that was breaking out over his skin. Her tongue licked the shoulder, drowning in the salty taste of it. Salt and him. She kept chocking on her screams and moans. She was feeling him fuck her.

His lower lip was trapped between his teeth to keep against his own grunting or groaning. She felt so good around him, stretching to fit him, trembling and pulsing around him. "I need you…" He heard her whimpered in his skin. She was hot and wet and his. All his. All of her. Sam began meeting his thrusts, her hands gripping at his body over and over, her legs tightening around him. "I need you so much…" Her head fell back on the pillows, thrashing, gasping, trying to move against him more, harder. She wasn't moaning, wasn't screaming, she was just about sobbing as he urged him on harder. He obeyed her, thrusting faster, harder, her legs riding up his back, to tilt her pelvis up for his dick, to give him better access, more depth.

"God…" She sobed. "How I need you… I need you so much…" His eyes were watching her face, flushed, panting, her body shuddering under him, clinging and clutching to him, thrusting up to him. More, she still wanted more, harder, faster. She was sobbing with need, her nails scratching him, her eyes opening to beg him. More, harder, faster. "I need you…"

Jack slowed down. He used every little thing he had, forcing his moves to slow, his hand gripping the back of her head to force her to look at him. He slowed down and he stopped. Sam eyes were wide and she began to writhe beneath him, push up to him, moan and whimper. "Shhh…" He brushed his finger over her lips. "Quiet…" She was still desperately writhing under him. He wasn't moving. God, why wasn't he moving? "Sam… Sam, Sam, slow down." She bit her lip against her moan of need. "Easy… shhh… relax. No rush… It's ok…"

She couldn't take it anymore, whimpering lost under him. Lost to her desperation. "No, it's not… I need you…" Her hands were clinging to him, gripping him, over and over, trying to pull him over her, get him to move. Why wasn't he moving inside her? "Oh, I need you… so badly…" He wouldn't move, her neck arched back so much he feared she'd snape it. "Oh, please, hard, fast, strong…" She pressed herself to him, hugging him. "Jack, fuck me, please… No slow…"

He began moving inside her again, but kept going slow and deep, rocking against her steadily. That only intensified her need. "Sam…" He brushed the back of his fingers over her face when he saw her bite her lips against tears, still trying to get him to move harder, fuck her harder. Madly. She was swaying under him, moving and twisting her hips against him, moving her ass for him. Harder. "Oh, God! Slow down…" What was she doing? "I'm not doing a quick fuck with you…" She was writhing under him until he gripped her head again and looked at her. Something was wrong. In her desperation, in her need. It was going to cost him his sanity but he was considering stopping. This was wrong for her. He knew it would be. She rushed into it, and he, God damn him, stupid man, he gave in. He could stop. He could fix this. "This is wrong for you…" He whispered more for himself so the reality would sink in. "Oh, forgive me…" She felt the tip of his fingers brush her cheek.

He was still inside her when her hands gripped his ass and she sobbed quietly. "I don't want this to disappear in the morning…" She confessed, through closed eyes. "I don't… want it to go away."

"It won't!" He breathed back instantly. "This isn't going anywhere…" He released the grip her had on the back of her neck and framed her face. "Sam… this stays right here."

She looked up at him, despair still in her eyes. "It feels like it will. This is too much! Is this even real? Us? Here? Oh dear God, you? Jack?" Both her face framed his face and tears broke from her eyes. "You… You… You…" His lips crushed hers and cut off the rest of her words. He kissed her, slipped his tongue to tangle with hers. Nibbling on her lips.

"Look at us!" He whispered with determination. "Look!" He raised more of his body off her and her eyes drifted hesitantly down their bodies to where they were joined. He pulled out slowly for her and slid in. He was moving again and she could see him fuck her. "This is real." He breathed to her. "Look at us…" He kept moving and she kept watching his length slip in and out of her, wet and slick with her juices. He felt hard inside her. He took her hand in his and holding himself on one hand, he guided her fingers to where they were joined. "We are real?" He felt her hand tremble as he pressed the tip of her fingers against his hard dick and she felt him slide against her and inside her. He guided her fingers against her stretched opening, and she felt her muscles tight around him, holding him, gripping him. Her eyes were glued to them, to their hands, her lips were parted, her breathing hard. "I'm real. I swear."

He was velvety against her fingers. And yet so hard as he kept up the steady rocking of his hips. He was wet and so was she, her juices coating him, coating her, dripping down her ass and she knew they'd have to do something about the sheets. They were real. She knew they were. He removed his hand from hers to support his body but left her doing whatever she wanted. She was watching them, feeling them, until her eyes moved back to his. "You stay?" He lowered his body over hers, her hand leaving them.

"Always…" He whispered, his lips pressed to her hair and relief washed over her. Desperation fled and there was just need and passion. "Your fingers…" He breathed as he kept moving above her, his face hovering over her. "My lips…" She watched him with open mouth as she slowly brought her fingers, wet from her juices, to his lips and held them there for him, as he licked them, sucked them in his mouth and cleaned her wetness from them. His hot mouth, his tongue swirling around them, rubbing them, tangling with them. His dick was moving at the same pace and he rubbed his length over her clit on every stroke. She could feel tension build slowly inside her.

He changed position slightly, pulling her legs higher around him, plunging inside her as deep as he could on every thrust, filling her completely, and bending his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked them hard and deep, running his tongue over them, tugging at them with his teeth. Then he closed his mouth on a nipple and rolled it between his lips, sucking at it. She arched under him, her hands holding his head. "Jack…" He kept fucking her slow and sucking at her nipples. One then the other. Tugging at them, trying to fit as much of her breast in his mouth as he could, wetting her skin with his lips and tongue, her flesh flushed from his mouth. He was going slow, at his own pace and she gave up trying to urge him on.

Sam relaxed under him, opening herself completely to him, leaving herself to his touch, to his mercy. Do anything he wanted with her. And it felt incredible. Her orgasm was building slowly, his body was possessing her to his desire, his rock hard dick fucking her, his lips on her breasts. It was building more and more, her moans getting louder and she had to pull him up to her so she could muffle her sounds with is body. He held her tighter against him and his hips picked up the pace a little, moving faster inside her, a bit harder, hitting her G-spot over and over, the fill complete, deep and complete, all of him inside her. Over and over. Her body began trembling from the tension, screaming softly in his neck and he held her tight and secure. Her own hands were around him, holding him to her, afraid he'd disappear.

He was pumping inside her steadily, he felt her body shudder, then jerk as she was nearing her release, but she wasn't letting go. He didn't rush. He kept her on the edge, so close. She was twitching and screaming in his shoulder with every move he made inside her. "Jack…" She sobbed. She was so close, right there, but she wouldn't let go. "Jack… Don't… go…" She felt his arms crush her to him, both of them under her, holding her pressed to him, his dick still moving at the same speed, slamming into her. He was hard, warm, strong, his smell, the sweat covered skin, the feel of his skin, the salty taste.

"Here… always…" He whispered. "I have you… I have you…" She sobbed and she lost herself, his dick impaling her and her orgasm exploding inside her belly and rushing up, down, everywhere, her body shacking and bucking against him, convulsing powerfully in his tight embrace. He held her as she screamed loudly in his neck, the sound muffled by his body. Her body was clenching his dick furiously, rippling around him, clamping down on him over and over, tugging at his hard length and he groaned himself in her hair. She kept on twitching as he was moving inside her long and slow, drawing it out for her, waiting for her. Her neck arched, her head going back on the pillows. Her lips were parted and her hands digging her nails in the nape of his neck.

Random waves of her release were still coursing through her, he could feel it around his dick, still strong, still going as he kept moving. He covered her mouth with his hand just a slip second before she cried his name, her eyes screwed shut. He felt the cry muffled by the palm of his hand and thought he'd loose it right then. His name, her cry was his name, muffled in his hand as he quieted her. "Jack…" She whispered again against his palm, her body finally beginning to relax. He kept his hand over her mouth, afraid to remove it and his hips slowed down their pounding into her. "Jack." She said again, pressing her lips to his hand and kissing his palm. He released his hold on her and freed her lips.

"I thought you didn't scream…" His own voice was strangled and hoarse as he spoke. He needed to come.

"Don't be so smug. What if you didn't get to muffle me?" She actually looked worried.

His lips brushed over hers softly, his body trembling slightly form its own built up tension. "I told you I have you. Always will."

She rubbed her feet across his ass, pressing him to her while her lips closed on his, to muffle his own groan, to swallow the sounds she tore from him. She moved her pelvis against him, urging him to keep going for his release as her lips kept muffling him. She loved feeling the vibrations from his sounds with her mouth, to have him groan and grunt in her mouth. His hips started rocking against her again, slowly at first, then building up. Her legs parted again, giving him more room, more access.

Her lips kissed his chin softly first, then wetly, moving with short kissed along his jaw line to his ear. He kept sliding in and out of her, her body still shuddering now and then from a random post orgasmic wave he brought out in her. She felt complete, feeling him seek his own release in her body, feeling him move and thrust above her, the feel of his hard dick pounding into her willing body, orgasm building. She wanted him to come.

Her tongue flicked over his earlobe, before she sucked on it softly. She slipped it out of her mouth slowly, wetly then sucked on it again, over and over, playing with it and with the spot behind it. He grunted in her neck and his moves sped up. He needed to come, badly. Tension was building in him fast, desire raging and he was thrusting against her in desperation. All she did was help him along. Her legs and arms cradling him above her, her lips on his neck arousing him, stimulating him. He needed release. Her, he needed her. His walls and barriers were falling fast, gone in a second as passion and love took over him. No walls around him, no guards, no borders. His moves against her intensified. Deeper, harder, more. His hips drove his dick as deep as he could go and she pushed up to meet him. He was lost to his emotions, helpless to them as they invaded him, drove him, broke him.

He was stripped of his self control, he was lost and she knew it, saw him. His moves were seeking more of her, closer to her. His breath was sobbing against her skin. The features of his face had changed. There was desire there, need, emotions played across his features over and over. Joy, love, passion. Fear, sadness, pain. Her, he needed her. He caught her eyes. His eyes dark and overwhelmed with the intensity of it all, almost begging for release, for it to end. It was too much, he was broken and she was seeing it all. He moved madly against her and he finally understood her earlier desperation, her fears. He felt them too. They were drowning him. He was fucking her, he was feeling her. His dick sinking in her body again and again and again. She was hot, wet, tight. Her muscles stretching around him, pulling at him.

He was going to come inside her. He was on top of Sam Carter, fucking her. He felt her warm, sweat covered body under him, her breasts crushed against his chest. He could feel her tight nipples against his skin. He could feel her thighs spread under the weight of his hips, her legs high around him, opened to him. Her hands were stroking his back, holding the back of his neck. Her lips on his skin. And God, she was breathing. Her breath fluttering on his skin. Her breath, her warmth and wetness around his dick. He needed to come. He was going to come inside her. It wasn't real. It couldn't be. He crushed her to him, his moves erratic and primal. Not real.

His eyes were barely opened as his head was on her shoulder. There was blond hair, her face, her eyes, her lips, right next to his face, he sucked on her neck. Real, be real. His hands grabbed her breasts as he kept fucking her. So close, he was so close. He couldn't let go. Not real. Her nipples here hard in his palms as he kneaded her breasts, her skin sweaty against his lips. "Sam…" He groaned in her neck. She knew. She had been there. Be real. "Don't go…" He didn't know what else to say, there were no other words left in his mind but those she said earlier. His hips jerked against hers. "Don't go… God, I'm dieing…" Her hands grabbed his hair and dragged his lips to hers, slipping her tongue in his mouth. He felt her taste invade his mouth. Her tongue tangling with his.

"I'm real. We're real. I swear!" His lips left her so he could look in her eyes. He was lost to her. Her hands framed his face and she held his gaze as he began to give in to his orgasm. He moved back to hard and steady, his body supported on his hands above her. His eyes kept closing and opening to look at her, at her face, watching him. Her hands went with him as his neck arched, his head falling back, still framing his face, still watching him, every detail of him through his release. His eyes closed and he was coming inside her body, hot and hard. Slowly, taking her time, her hand moved over his mouth, just a split second before his scream broke free from his chest, to be muffled by her small hand. He didn't eve try to hold it in. He couldn't, didn't want to. He was coming inside Sam Carter. Screaming in her hand.

His release shot through him, almost viciously tearing at him, his muscles convulsing and jerking. She gasped at the hot feel of his come shooting inside her body, his hips bucking involuntarily against hers. "Sam…" He groaned her name, strangled by his orgasm, still arching, her hand still pressed firmly over his mouth. She could feel his rough, fast breathing against it, his screams vibrating against her palm. He began to relax slowly and his arms gave in, allowing his body to fall over hers. "Real…" He whispered. Random shudders still surged through him and he rested his head on her shoulder, his breathing coming fast against her neck. He couldn't move and was incredibly happy that she didn't ask him to. Not yet anyway. She liked him where he was. He was heavy above her, pressing her into the mattress his expanding chest crushing her just a bit more on every breath. But it was Jack. She was trapped by him and she liked it. She needed to hold him like this. Weak and spent above her.

Her hands ran over his back, slipping across the damp skin. She liked that. The way it felt. The fingers of one hand ran through his silver hair, caressing his head she felt it slightly damp from the sweat. She liked that even. His breathing calmed down, but he still didn't move. He liked the soft warm cushion her body provided. He knew he was crushing her. He could feel her restricted breathing, but he also knew she would have asked him to move if she was uncomfortable. So he let it up to her and he kept enjoying the feel of her. He liked the way her breasts felt, crushed under his chest. That had to be the best part of it. That and the fact that he was still inside her. He moved his head and kissed her chest. "This was incredible…" He said.

"Almost surreal... " He moved a little, removing his dick from her and she moaned in disappointment, but he just settled over her again and rested his head on her chest, his lips brushing the side of a breast. He liked this. "Jack…" He moaned. "When you… asked me to come to bed with you…" He moaned again, too busy with feeling his head resting on her breasts. This was sweet. "Did you really mean just for sleep?" His eyes snapped open. This was a trick question and he knew it. He also knew he'd screw it up. He said no, and it mean he lied to her outside when he said just for sleep. He said yes, that would make her uncomfortable, because then she'd have been the one to drag him into sex.

"I didn't want to doze off outside." He said. "I also wasn't going to pressure you into this." This was good so far. Being vague. "Sam…" His hand brushed over the breast he was nuzzling. "I've been thinking about this the whole day. When I asked you here I didn't know what I meant. I just wanted you in my bed. I never thought you'd be… willing to… I thought you'd need more time." He sighed. He was babbling like an idiot. "Yeah. I did mean just for sleep. I didn't think you'd be ready for more. So I… I wanted you anyway I could get you…" She didn't say anything. Her hands were still playing with his hair, her legs still tangled with his.

"You'll get cold." She said eventually. "Blankets…" He reached with his hands and pulled them over their bodies, without removing himself from her. He felt her tuck them in, bringing the blankets up to his neck, cover him tightly and then move her own hands under the blankets to hold his naked body.

He never felt this good. He buried his face between her breasts and kissed her skin. "Can I stay here?"

"If you're comfortable." She liked him there, but wasn't going to tell him that. Yet. So he stayed. He even dozed off for a brief while, leaving her watching him as he slept. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. The only light in the room that of the moon, his face relaxed and pleased. Happy even. Cushioned by her breasts, her nipple oh, so close to his lips, his breathing fluttering warmly over it, her fingers in his hair, holding him to her.

He stirred. "Am I crushing you?" She shook her head. "Good… I like it here." She tried not to snort. Of course he did. His head was cushioned by one breast and he was nuzzling the other, his tongue poking out every now and then to wet his lips and lick her skin. Then there was the rise and fall of her breast as she breathed and he liked to watch that. She knew he liked it there. "And no I'm not obsessed with your breasts." He said and her laughter broke. "You were thinking that, weren't you?" She was just trying to stop her giggle. "You're sick."

"Whatever you say…" She said snorting. She wasn't buying it.

"Now you're patronizing me?" He tried to sound offended but he ended up sounding like he was pouting. Damn. This wasn't good for his ego.

"Of course not. I wouldn't do that." She wasn't even trying to keep the 'there, there' tone out of her voice. Fine. He'd show her. Before she even realized it, he trapped her nipple between his lips and tugged at it with his teeth. She instantly arched under him, pushing her chest towards his mouth. He looked up at her face to see her gasping silently, her eyes watching him closely. He parted his lips, holding the nipple just with his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. She shivered and he loved it. Not so patronizing now, was she? He didn't even think to keep the pleased, feral look off his face and she groaned before she could stop the noise. "Jack… damn you…" Her nails were scraping the nape of his neck roughly, but he didn't relent until she was trembling under him. He released her breast slowly and she sighed when he kissed it.

He would have loved to fall asleep on her chest, but there was something else he had to take care of. He couldn't leave her sleeping in their wet spot. "I told you to grab a pillow or something." He said smugly as he reached to kiss her forehead and before she could retaliate, he rolled them to their sided and hugged her to him tightly. He fumbled with the sheets that were covering them and tucked it under their bodies, covering the wetness and leaving only the soft blanket to cover them. She was so going to slap his ass, but she melted instantly when his arms crushed her to him, the plane soft his body fitted so perfectly to hers. She tucked her head under his chin, her own arms going around him. He kissed her head, whispering in her hair. "I love you."

"I love you too." She kissed his shoulder. It was the easiest to reach and she was not moving from where she was. She moved her leg between his and brushed her thigh against his dick. He gasped, but didn't shift his position, allowing her her own fun. He was hers completely, for her pleasure and joy only, for her to do with him as she pleased. "Hey, you got your obsessions, I got mine." She said against his shoulder, all too happy he couldn't see her blush furiously.

"You're obsessed with my dick?" She had to be blushing. He knew she was. Damn the night, he would have given anything to see her pale skin turn bright red.

"No I'm not! Same way you're 'not' obsessed with my breasts." Damn her. Why was she still able to think after sex? When his brain was mostly fried. That had been good sex. Very good sex. Focus. He needed a smart ass reply, but if he wanted to throw her obsession in her face, he was admitting to his. He needed something vague and witty.

"Cool." Oh, brilliant. That was one for the history books. He gave up and looked down at her, waiting for her to gloat. She was asleep. Jack's jaw dropped. There was Sam, and she was sleeping, naked, in his arms. She was cuddled into the warmth and comfort of his body, one of her thighs between his, brishing his dick and she was sleeping. In his arms. He hugged her tighter for a moment, burying his face in her hair. This was what he had been dreaming of for the past 8 years and God, he hated himself for wasting so much time. So much time when he could have had this. He wasn't exactly young anymore and he wasted so much of his life in bitter loneliness. But she could make all that disappear from his life as if it were a bad dream. She would change his life. He shifted, making them more comfortable and closed his eyes for his own sleep.

"I needed you just as much." Her voice was sleepy. His hand gently turned her face upwards and he kissed her lips softly before he tucked her head back under his chin. He really hadn't meant to wake her. "I love you." She whispered again and was asleep the next second. It didn't take him long to follow her.

When he opened his eyes next, it was morning and he was spooned up against Sam. It wasn't possible for him to be this happy. He looked for the clock. 10:30. He groaned. "What?" He heard Sam's voice.

"Best fishing is done in the morning."

"Oh, for the love of… There are no fishes to care about day or night."

"I told you." He was nuzzling that back of her neck as he spoke, enjoying the feel of her hair on his face. "You don't need fishes to fish. It's the act that counts. And best fishing is done in the morning." A hand came to hold a breast. He was so obsessed with her breasts.

"So… what? You regret having had sex with me because you missed fishing?" She actually sounded scary right now.

"Sam…"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to hurt me?" She laughed and he gave in to temptation and sunk his teeth in her nape. She yelped. "Shhh! Damn, Carter! I swear, Daniel and Teal'c got to be death not to have heard us!"

"It's your fault." Yes, it was and he was feeling so smug about it. "Don't be smug. You're doing the explaining." He didn't care. He'll just intimidate Daniel into silence and have him explain it to Teal'c. Yep, smug was good. But then she moved her ass against him and his hard on slipped between her legs, against her folds. "Care to explain that?" She said, the smile obvious in her voice as she rocked her hips to rub against him.

"I'm denying it to my least breath." He mumbled in her hair and gasped when she pressed herself harder on him to turn him on his back. "I like where I am." He mumbled again. She was starting to get wet and he loved feeling her do so.

She turned in his arms to face him and whispered in his ear so slowly, that he could barely hear her. "You'll like it even more when you'll come in my mouth." She felt his breath catch and goose bumps broke over the skin of his arms. God, she loved him. He didn't protest when her hands pushed him on his back and she kicked the covers from them. She scooted down his body to be between his legs and she couldn't believe her eyes.

The light was soft and warm as it filtered in through the curtains and she was in bed with a very naked Jack O'Neill. A very naked and aroused Jack O'Neill. Her eyes taking in every detail of his body, the way he was stretched out before her, the sheets thrown around him, his eyes looking down at her, his hands by his head. Waiting for her. Needing her. His dick hard, standing up against his belly, aching for her lips. Aroused for her. She tried not to stare at him, but she knew she was. "You're incredible…" She whispered. He wasn't smug. He was waiting, still half in shock from her words.

Her eyes held his as she lowered her lips to the head of his dick, kissing it wetly. He gasped, his hands gripping the sheet. She did it again, then swirling her tongue around the head. He groaned and he saw her eyes bright with pleasure. "Shhh! Grab a pillow or something!" She told him smiling and swirled her tongue around him again.

"God!" He moaned. "Don't mind if I do!" She saw him hug the small pillow to his chest, muffling a new groan that was torn from his chest. She kissed his inner thigh lovingly before she slipped the head of his dick in her mouth, sucking it. His hips jerked, but he managed not to buck against her face, the pillow muffling his sounds. She sucked at him, running her tongue over him before she swallowed more of him. "Oh, God!" He looked down at her above the edge of the pillow, to see her head moving up and down above him, her lips stretched around his dick.

He could hardly believe she was real. The heat of her mouth and the wetness, the only thing forcing him to accept her as real. She sucked him, hard and strong, her tongue rubbing against his shaft and felt one of his hands rest in her hair. She liked the feel. His dick in her mouth, his hand in her hair. She took more of him until the head hit the back of her throat and his back arched. The pillow covered a deep primal sound that he couldn't even control when he felt her throat massage the head. "Oh fuck!" He screamed.

She kept going, one of her hands coming to cup his sac and caress it with determinate strokes while her mouth worked on him. He couldn't believe how she looked doing this to him, his dick slipping in and out of her mouth, her blond hair framing her face, his fingers gripping it. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her breath coming in short pants over his heated flesh. He had no idea if she was going to swallow or not, but he couldn't hold on anymore. His whole body was shivering as sensation was shooting from his dick through him, and the hand she had massaging his balls was helping tension coil in his body powerfully. He felt her teeth gently scrape over him as she back throated him again. Deep. Very deep.

His back arched, his head going back, the pillow pressed tightly over his face by both his hands. "Carter…" Was the only thing he could scream as a warning and as an exclamation, as he came powerfully in her mouth, his come shooting down her throat, drowning her senses. She swallowed at him, keeping her mouth on him, sucking him. A small moan was torn from her own chest when she felt his taste in her mouth, filling her senses. Her lips were tight around his shaft, and she swallowed all of him. Her hand released his sac, her lips slowed down on him as his orgasm subsided and he relaxed back down on the bed.

Slowly and gently she released his soft dick from her mouth, and kissed his thigh again, waiting for him to come back to himself. The pillow was left aside as he looked down at her, kissing his legs up to his belly and his belly button. He framed her face with both his hands and pulled her up to him. "You felt…" His thumb brushed her lips, his eyes tracing its path. "You're the most incredible thing!" His lips replaced his finger and he kissed her hard, sweeping his tongue in her mouth and feeling his own taste.

"Christ…" He moaned and pressed her head harder to him. He actually came in her mouth. She let him come in her mouth. And it had been the most intense feeling. He had done this before, sure. But he couldn't remember anything feeling the way she did. He turned her on her back and his teeth nibbled on the spot behind her ear, while his fingers moved over clit. She bucked against his touch, gripping his arms. He smiled against the skin of her neck as he whispered in her ear. "Grab a pillow or something." He repeated the same words she threw at him.

She didn't have time to protest before his lips closed on a nipple and he sucked at it hard, spikes of pleasure shooting suddenly through her body. She was wet as his fingers moved through her folds, rubbing her clit gently. He massaged her lips between his fingers, taking his time in feeling her, learning her. She was whimpering above him and finally gave in, just as he had, and grabbed the small pillow to muffle her screams. He loved doing this to her. His lips released the nipple and he licked his way down her abdomen to her belly button. His eyes looked up at her as the tip of his tongue circled it over and over. She was writhing under him, expecting him to dip his tongue in, but he held out. It was warm and wet as his tongue kept running around her belly button and she whimpered with anticipation. And he gave in sweeping his tongue in deep and feeling her body jerk at the sensation. She like it. He bit the edge of it and moved lower, placing kisses over her lower belly. His fingers kept up their sow massage, spreading her moisture around her, dipping lower, between her ass cheeks.

There was a knock on the door to the bedroom. "Jack! Come on! It's 11 for haven's sake. You gonna sleep all day?" Daniel's voice broke through to them. Sam's heavy lidded eyes snapped open, her body going rigid under Jack's touch, trying to get away from him. Jack smiled. Oh, he was gonna have fun now. Daniel knocked again. "Jack! Wake up!"

"I'm up Daniel!" His hands gripped Sam's hips and pinned her to the bed whispering. "I'm not done yet. Stay!" She couldn't believe he was going to do this with Daniel outside the door. "Sam… Stay or you'll end up giving us away." Well if she wasn't, he was if he didn't stop. He didn't. His fingers moved back to between her legs picking up their massage of her lips. She pressed the pillow tighter against her mouth as she moaned.

"Are you coming out?" Daniel insisted. "And I can't find the coffee! Where the heck did you put it?" Jack's fingers parted her folds to reveal her clit and he ran the flat of his tongue over it, making her jerk and arch under him. She strangled a moan that was sure to give her away despite the pillow. "Jack!"

"It's in the top shelf." Jack shouted, before he circled her clit with his tongue. "And I'll be out later." He loved Sam's half panicked half aroused look above him as she hugged the pillow tighter and tighter to her. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she arched towards him more. "God you taste good…" He whispered against her and saw her blush behind the pillow.

"Later when?" Daniel was still outside the door and Jack took that opportunity to scrape his teeth over her clit just for the sake of hearing her scream in the pillow. She was shivering and twitching under him and he loved her. She looked panicked and he knew she was, but she was still keeping her legs spread for him, staying still on the bed for his mouth. He sucked her clit in his mouth, sucking at it and rubbing it with his tongue. She pressed herself harder against his face, begging him with her eyes as she looked down at him. He kept it up, pressure building in her.

And suddenly his mouth was gone. "Daniel, tell me, is Carter up?" Her eyes widened. He wouldn't dare. But his tongue was running over her opening, circling it, pushing experimentally against the muscles at the entrance. She was so wet, his tongue drowned in her taste, his lips and face wet from her and he was intoxicated by this. She was there beneath him spread open, trusting him like this.

"No, I haven't seen her." Daniel said. "I think she's still asleep, the door to her room is closed and I haven't risked waking her up." His eyes looked up at her. They caught a break when she closed the door to her room before going outside last night. Daniel had no idea she was here. She held his gaze and she knew he was taking this all the way with Daniel just outside. His tongue breached her and she groaned in the pillow, her back arching. God he had a skill for this. Driving her insane. Of course it might help the fact that she just had to get him off first. He wouldn't be this smug if he was fighting his own need.

"She's probably exhausted." Daniel continued. "I thought I'd just let her sleep as long as she wanted." Jack kept thrusting his tongue in her watching her as she thrashed above him. She was amazing. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing, the nipples tight, the muscles in her belly quivering with the tension that he was building in her, her face partly covered by the pillow. "You think I should wake her, Jack?"

"No." He said, removing his tongue from her and teasing her opening every other word. "Just let her sleep as long as she wants. She needs it." He sucked at her clit again. She was so sweet. Her muscles began contracting randomly as she was just on the edge of orgasm. He slipped the tip of two of his fingers inside her, stretching her, giving something to grip at with her body as he ran his tongue in circles over her clit. He could make her come right now. With Daniel just outside the door. He'd never know. He looked up at her. She didn't care anymore. Her eyes were closed, her head trashing about, face flushed, breasts quivering with her every breath.

"I love you like this, you know…" He whispered to her, moving above her to lick at a breast, feeling the shivers that shook her body, against his face. Her whole body was shuddering. He loved it, the way it felt as he was softly holding himself over her, just touching her body with his, feeling the tremors. He kept kissing her breasts as they trembled form her breathing. "Daniel." He said. "Go make coffee!" His friend obeyed and they heard him walk away from the door. Jack closed his mouth roughly over her breast, fitting as much as he could in his mouth before he moved back to her clit. He pushed his fingers inside her as he flicked his tongue over her clit over and over.

Her body bucked against his face, the pillow muffling her scream and he felt her body clench his fingers hard as she came on them. She was trembling over and over and it didn't seem to stop. He caught the clit between his lips and gently sucked at it, waiting for her to come down. She kept moaning and whimpering in the pillow and he waited patiently, with his mouth on her, feeling her juices drown his fingers. Sam began relaxing, the only sounds coming from her, little sweet whimpers that he loved. He removed his fingers and stretched himself over her, grabbing the pillow and uncovering her face. She was still flushed and her eyes still a bit glazed over from her release. He kissed her nose and brushed the hair from her face as he spoke softly. "How much do you hate me right now?" She moaned and narrowed her eyes at him.

"You so got a kick from doing that didn't you?" Her hands were by her head and he was considering grabbing them to prevent and physical harm she was planning for him.

"Well… yeah…" He smiled hesitantly. "But God you were sweet." He didn't grab her arms. And he was surprised when she lifted her head and kissed him.

"Thanks for sending Daniel away before you… you know…" He arched an eyebrow at her. Shy now? He waited. "Oh, come on. You know…" He waited. The man could be so smug. "Before you made me come." She said and he saw the soft blush creep up her neck.

"Sweet…" He found himself whispering before he realized. "All in good fun." He said quickly to cover it and kissed her lips. "But I knew you'd have hated that." He winced at her. "The rest… was… ok?" She pushed at him to get up in a sitting position and she followed him.

"Yes." She said as she straddled him, his eyes following her face expectantly, his hands holding her waist carefully as he steadied her. She was sitting in his lap, her long legs wrapped around his waist. "It was fun. I trust you, you know?" He grinned wickedly at her, but she could see relief wash over him. "We should go out, you know…" She said, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. "They're not stupid." He smiled. She was right. "Just give me 5 minutes like this." She said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head on one, hugging him to her, arms, legs, chest pressed to his. She heard his soft moan and his own arms came around her. One around her back, one in her hair, tangling themselves in each other. Let them catch on, he liked this. He could do a lot more than 5 minutes.

Jack was first to shower and get out of his room, giving Sam the all clear for her to go to her own room to shower and change while he figured out how much the guys heard or knew. They were clueless. Damn, he was good. He was getting smug again. He set up two chairs on the deck waiting for Sam. She came out smiling, had something to eat and went out to Jack while the guys got the drinks. She slipped in the chair next to him. He grinned. "They have no idea." He said and she found that a bit surprising, even though she was very happy to hear it.

Jack looked back towards the cabin and quickly leaned over to her. He kissed her lips quickly and she moaned in surprise. He didn't pull back from her. "This morning was amazing." He said, his walls going back down again, eyes revealing emotion after emotion. "But last night was like nothing I ever felt before." She smiled. She knew. Emotions tearing at them so fast, so hard, it ripped them to pieces. "After my son…" His voice cracked a bit and she felt pain rise in her. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, in my entire life." She smiled at him and kissed him quickly before he sat back down in his chair a wicked grin onhis lips. "So…" He said, his tone playful again, but voice low. "For tonight… you wanna reconsider the sleeping arrangements again?"

She smiled to herself, widely, promising that she'll find a way to wipe that smug look off him somehow today. She looked at him. He was smug. Very smug. Grinning like a God damn idiot. And looking like the best thing she ever saw while doing it. "I can't believe we haven't done these years ago." She said. She really couldn't believe the wasted time.

"Yeah… well…" He wished he had a snappy comment. He didn't. He was still too busy grinning. She saw the guys come out bringing the drinks and she went back to her fishing. He wasn't just smug. He was happy. Her wide smile softened. So was she. And she was planning on being just this happy again tomorrow. The guys had no clue. Yep… maybe she was being a bit smug herself.

THE END.