A Love Story
Love forged in the fires of adversity becomes strong. A Sam/Daniel. Rated a strong "M." "T" rated also available.
Chapter One: "Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder"
One month. Thirty-one days. Much, much too long to be away from each other. They had left the airport and were driving back to Sam's place, now legally Daniel's place as well.
"Don't ever be away that long again," Sam gently chided her husband.
"I never want to, but I'm not in control of that," Daniel answered apologetically. He sighed deeply. They sat quietly, side by side, thinking. "I sure hope your transfer to Area 51 goes through without a hitch. Otherwise, things could get... you know." They both knew the regs.
"Do you think anyone knows?"
"Now that's... hard to say. I think the rest of the team, at least, has some suspicions about us. I think they see it in..."
"Your eyes," finished Sam.
"...I was going to say, yours. I see it there. But then again, I look for it." She looked over at him, drinking in the features of her husband's face. When he was gone, she had brought that face to mind many times. She liked to kiss away the furrows that creased his brow, to run her hands over his whisker-stubbled face. And his lips? Ah, his lips...
Daniel's right hand moved from the steering wheel to Sam's thigh, coming to rest palms up. She meshed her fingers slowly with his, gave a little squeeze. It was like this when they made love, their bodies coming together like pieces in a puzzle, separate entities that made something beautiful. She loved making love with him. And at the moment she was, to put it bluntly, horny.
Sam slowly withdrew her hand, then with light touch ran one finger down Daniel's index finger, tracing a teasing journey over his fingertip, pausing to rub light circles about an inch down the digit. She could tell he liked it...his breathing caught just a little. Still pursuing her naughty game, she suddenly grasped his finger in her hand, squeezed it a few times, and slid her hand up and down its length. Repeatedly.
"You are a wicked, wicked woman, Samantha Carter-Jackson," Daniel managed. It was his turn now. Recovering his hand, he alternately slid one finger between her thumb and index finger and rubbed the softly muscled padding between the digits, varying the pressure.
"And you are a wicked, wicked man, Daniel Jackson," she breathed.
"About to get a little more wicked," he returned. He brushed the light fabric of her dress up her thigh, feeling the smooth, soft skin along the way. Just a little bit more... Sam moved over a bit, as far as her seat belt would allow. Daniel's journey stopped for a moment as he realized she wore no panties. He gave her a questioning glance.
"Easier. I figured that maybe..." she explained.
"And I guess you figured right," answered Daniel, smiling. She opened her legs, lifting her hips to meet that which moved over her moist curls and came to rest on her wet center. He had found gold. Her hips raised, she started to move – slowly at first, then more rapidly -- against his fingers. Soon she overlaid his hand with hers, pressing harder. "Oh, Daniel..." she gasped. Eyes closed, only when the road became rough did she notice her surroundings.
"Daniel, what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. They were pulling into a dark and deserted parking lot. He didn't answer. He stopped the car.
Released from the confines of their seatbelts, they slid together on the bench seat. "This," he finally answered, devouring her mouth with his and running his hands over her smooth, warm flesh. He slipped her sun dress straps off her shoulders, pulled the material down to expose her full, rounded breasts, licked them, and then ran his teeth, gently, across the hardened nipples.
Then he sat back and unbuckled his belt.
In a moment Sam's hands were there, helping. "Boxers?" she asked, surprised.
"Easier. I figured that maybe..."
In the dark, both were grinning. They knew each other in every sense of the word. "Sam," he began, his voice growing husky. "I missed you, being inside you."
"I can see that," Sam returned, touching him lightly. She straddled his hips and then lowered herself with a moan. "I missed you... this... too." It was a warm, wet slide. They stayed still a moment, of necessity, he biting his lower lip. Then his thumb found her center, and she started to move.
"Talk to me, Daniel." He knew what she wanted, that it excited her so, but the problem was that it had the same effect on him, and he was dangerously close to exploding. He did it anyway. "Think of where it is, Samantha." She moaned a little. "The shaft, so deep inside you." Her breath came in ragged gasps. "Does it feel good, Samantha?"
"Oh, God, yes, Daniel." She licked her lips.
"My thumb is on your wet clit, Sam. That feels good too?"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes."
"Do whatever you want, Sam. Grind into me, rock on me," he invited. "Come on me." His free hand crept up to one breast, massaging, squeezing. She started dancing on him, fingers digging into his shoulders. Not since the first time they made love had she felt this sweet to him.
"Daniel, I want it... hard." He was waiting for those words. His hands bracketing her waist, he lifted her hips off him and slammed it home, all the way. Just a few of these and her head was thrown back, mouth opened, time at a standstill. Then she came on him and called out and he felt her grip him over and over, sending him over the edge and into sweet, sweet oblivion as he filled her, his orgasm intense.
"Damn, that was good," she panted after some moments had passed, still feeling some light "aftershocks."
"Mmm... absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say," he returned, when he could finally speak.
Temporarily satiated, they adjusted their clothing. They had the whole weekend – hell, their whole lives – ahead of them. What they had just done was more than a bit foolish, they both knew. "Think the state police would've believed we're married?" asked Daniel, starting up the car.
"Who knows? I'm just glad we didn't have to try to convince them," returned Sam sleepily. Bunching up Daniel's jacket into a pillow of sorts, she nestled her head against the window.