Kissing Jack. A Kiss is Just a Kiss…Then There's Jack
Spacegypsy1
Sam's POV, sequel to Kissing Samantha Carter. A Kiss is Just a Kiss…Yeah, Right.
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He hadn't been to Colorado Springs in months. And I have to wonder, why he had called for me to pick him up?
Jack always has a reason. Even though he might deny it.
I'm a bit nervous and the screech of tires hitting tarmac jolts me.
I've been off for days, so when he called earlier I was in jeans and a t-shirt. I changed quickly. Put on my uniform. He likes it, so…well…I changed. Besides, there might be some brass on this flight.
Jack came down the stairs first. He's so spoiled. It's all about him!
The smile on my face can't be controlled; it feels like someone is stretching my skin to the limits. And honestly, it's all I can do not to run to him like I'm in some sappy romance movie.
I wait, just on the edge of the tarmac, at attention. God! If anyone doesn't think he's the most handsome man on earth they're nuts.
The closer he gets the more my knees knock. He's not slowing down. He's grinning like a fool. Holy Hannah! I swear, he's going to kiss me right here.
I open my mouth, just to say 'hey', and he steals the word right out of me. Sucks it into his mouth.
If his hands weren't on the back of my head, I'd take quick and painful fall, I'm that stunned.
Jack's kiss, his mouth, his lips, all of it, can be compared to a Naquadah bomb. There's no slow fuse. No warning of impending doom. Just 'Kaboom!' and you're a goner.
I have no idea why he's kissing me like this. Like I care why! I just kiss him back.
I think he's lost his mind. I know I have. My arms wrap around him, and I grab his shoulders. Just to be sure I don't fall over. It's not that I'm worried he'll change his mind and try to retreat...really, I just want to steady myself.
Oh…god…his hands slide down and grab my six, pulling me in tight against him. I could almost hear the snap of puzzle pieces fitting together.
That's it for me. I can't hold back, even if I wanted to. I move in as if I want inside his skin. Which I do. That's like adding Naquadria to Naquadah. With a ZPM just for the hell of it.
I know he's going to blame this on me later. That's fine with me. But he started it. I'll give him the mathematical equation for spontaneous combustion. That'll shut him up.
Yep, I'll do that right after I feed him breakfast in bed. And I know it's going to happen. I have this feeling…