Four couples on a Fall night, three of them on Earth.

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The wind gusted in the entranceway, swirling dry leaves around her feet and her hand shook a little as she put the key in the lock of the house she and Jack had spent a month reclaiming. She walked in shrugging out of her coat and calling,

"Jack?"

"Bedroom."

Sam opened the closet door and pulled out a hangar.

"Good," she said, "Stay there and get hard. You're all I could think about all the way home."

From the direction of the long hallway that led to their bedrooms Jack replied in a deliberately deferential voice,

"Is that an order General?" He paused and then added, "Or is it, Exalted Queen?"

Sam stopped as she closed the closet door, inhaled on a flash of temper. She put her head and the palms of her hands on the door, closed her eyes and counted to ten. With her eyes still closed she said,

"Who called you?" If it was Daniel she'd murder him on Monday.

"Daniel," Jack called back.

She took a breath and pushed off the door.

"It wasn't his fault! He wasn't translating anything. It was the Gate."

"He knows," Jack answered. "Doesn't mean he doesn't feel guilty."

"He's not usually that much of an idiot. There wasn't anything he could have done."

Sam went into the kitchen and got two bottles of Coors off the shelf in the fridge. She sighed a bit.

They had hosted a delegation from a planet on a similar technological and cultural level to Earth. They had known their Stargate would travel to other worlds but had very limited addresses. They were anxious to establish a relationship and everything had gone fine until they realized the Gate had somehow translated General to the Exalted Queen.

She'd continued the visit until she had been called away and as far as she knew Daniel had eventually straightened out the misunderstanding.

From the bedroom Jack yelled again. "Are you coming to yon Royal bedroom or do you want me to come out and do you on the dining room table again? Your Majesty."

Sam started to get annoyed again and then realized she just wanted to laugh.

Okay so on the cosmic scale of things that could get screwed up this wasn't even a hiccup. It certainly wasn't personally as bad as the time she'd been confused as being Jack's concubine instead of his second-in-command. The paperwork would even be minimal.

But sometimes she understood why Jack had willingly given up command of the SGC. It was a temporary assignment for her until they both went back to D.C. and she took over R & D of alien technologies. Sometimes she counted the days until she could hand command over to someone else.

But she couldn't resist Jack in any mood. She really couldn't resist him in playful mode.

"Is that any way to talk to your queen?" she said as she started down the hall towards the bedroom. "Besides I thought we were saving the dining room table for alternate Mondays."

She found Jack sitting up on the bed with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him. His right hand was moving up and down against his crouch, fingers curled around the hard column shaping the fabric of his sweats. The look on his face was mischief mixed with pure lust. He already had his shirt off.

Sam tripped on the carpet. Her throat went dry but she took a long drink from the Coors bottle and when she could speak she managed a teasing tone.

"What are you doing?"

"Try to comply with your wishes, Oh Queen of my heart," he answered. "But now that you're in the room with me, that's all I needed."

Sam sauntered slowly over to the bed and put the Coors bottles on the nightstand. She leaned over, crawled onto the bed with feline sexuality and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth.

"So you're prepared to do my bidding tonight?"

He smiled, kissed her, slipped his hand into her hair and cradled the side of her face.

"Like I don't worship at your feet already, Exalted One," he said.

"Stop it!" But she was laughing.

Jack turned towards her as she sat down beside him, took her face between his hands and kissed her again. Her heart jumped as their lips met and he coaxed hers apart, worrying her bottom lip, tilting his head as his tongue danced against hers. Sam sank into his arms, melted, let all the tension of the day run out of her body.

She enjoyed the feeling of being held in a strong man's arms, in Jack's arms. She enjoyed the sensation of trusting him and the warm pools of desire that were starting to eddy in her bloodstream.

She was smiling when they parted.

"Tell me how to serve you, Royal One," he said.

Sam slipped her hand first between his legs and then up over the erection straining the front of his sweats.

"I think you know what to do." She was trying hard not to laugh because he sounded so serious.

Jack pulled her in close again. Capturing her mouth again with his, he proceeded to kiss her again; not tentatively but not possessive or hurried, either. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do but this.

I could get used to this, she thought, God, I am used to this.

She'd wanted him since leaving the Base, wanted to come home to him, to this.

He kissed along her jawline, nuzzled her ear. "Is this what you want?" he asked her, breathing just a little, the warm moist air making her shudder, before he captured her earlobe between his teeth.

"Yeah," she breathed back. She was a little startled. Jack rarely spoke once he got serious about their intimacy. He thought voices interfered and he tried to stay out of her head while he was speaking to her body only with his.

"Okay," he said and then they made out like teenagers in the backseat of a car for a long time.

Sam didn't know how long it went on; but it seemed much later when she surfaced for a moment. She felt warm and soft, wrapped in something protective. Damn he was good at this.

Her heart felt lighter every time his breath swept across her throat, every time she could hear him from just a centimeter away making soft sounds of pleasure. Her body was throbbing and warm now, ready to welcome him.

"Do you want me to?" he asked softly.

"Want you to - oh, god,Jack - what?" She had no idea what he was asking about. His hands had slid around her waist; one had traveled up her rib cage and was cupping her breast, through the fabric of her clothing.

"Want me to make love to you?" He asked. "I'm still waiting for your orders, being your lowly servant and all."

"Oh…. Yeah," she said, utterly breathless and leaning against him.

Jack moved her down the bed with an arm behind her shoulders and one under her knees. Slowly undressing her he said,

"So what am I? Man servant? Driver? Valet? Stable boy?"

A laugh gurgled out of her. "Stable boy?" she repeated and then groaned as he got her shirt over her head and lowered his head to her breasts. "What about love slave?"

Jack grinned and sucked lightly on her neck. "Already that," he murmured.

They got naked and finally got under the covers and Sam had enough functioning brain matter to be glad that crawling around on his knees no longer hurt him.

"Did you walk today?" she asked.

"Five miles on the treadmill, then went for a two mile jog," he answered as he settled down beside her.

He was still technically on medical leave and rehab after his knee surgeries, but he had worked hard to get back into shape.

Her hands were busy appreciating that particular shape and seeing what sounds she could pull out of him. Her hand glided down and pushed against his cock, teasing until he grunted and pushed back with a sharp thrust of his hips.

Okay, if he wanted to be playful he was certainly also prepared to serve her well tonight.

"Did I say you could move?" she asked.

He went still immediately but she could feel him smiling as he kissed her jaw and neck and shoulder, anywhere she would let him reach. She stretched out along the length of his body as far as she could, tucked under his chin a little, her toes brushing his ankles. He draped a leg over her, heavy and covered in rough hair, and pulled her closer with it.

Sam went on touching him: muscles, forearms, proportions, fit. Her hands went straight to her favorite spots. The contours of his chest. His belly. His waist. The hollows just next to his hips. His scars, the light jagged lines that marred the perfection of his skin and seemed ultrasensitive. His skin was so rich. She brushed her lips lightly along his neck, taking his scent. She kissed him again, slow and thorough this time. His mouth was so right. Desire flooded her body.

Jack moved then and she didn't try to stop him. He pushed her onto her back and gathered her against him, not with aggression but with clear intent. Sam surrendered.

His hands traced down the curves of her legs, trailed up her thighs to the edges where one part transformed to the next. He palmed the curves of her buttocks and slid his fingers into the crease between. Sam arched and inhaled as he played with sensitive skin, so alert, so thin and moist, so eager to be touched. He went to all the sweet places no one else in the world was going to get anywhere near. Not now.

Not now that she was his. He touched her everywhere and left nothing out. He knew her body what it did, how it responded. He touched her until he lit up the whole board and she was making small, whimpering noises and clinging to him.

He moved again so that he was on top, nudging her legs apart and pausing for just a moment.

Like this?

Sam nodded and tried to wriggle under him, thrusting downward and then yielding to him entirely. She went supple, pliant, moaning. Jack thrust again, and again, falling into a slow, steady rhythm, flesh tight against flesh. He moved his hand down to cup the curved muscle of a butt cheek and lifted. He worked firmly, steadily, deeply.

Sam's arms were around his neck, holding him close. He watched her response and let it fuel his own. He watched her beautiful face, the dark crescents of her lashes, the creases on her forehead and around her eyes as she started to get close.

Suddenly Sam's eyes opened, with an intense look of surprise, startlingly blue just before they lost focus and slid half closed, and her cries got sharper and breathier and very urgent. Sam surged up against him and she climaxed with a muffled series of deep sharp groans, clawing Jack's shoulder blades, trembling into him. The liquid pulsing warmth surrounding his cock pushed Jack over into orgasm. He came because she did; hard and sweet and wet and close, pulses against pulses, his mouth sought hers in a kiss that sealed them body and soul.

They came down slowly, limp and shuddering, clinging. Jack cradled her sweet female frame against him, soaking in her presence. She was making continuing helpless, groaning noises and rubbing her body along his. He kissed her and could feel her smiling.

"God I love those sounds you make," he murmured.

Sam gave a short startled laugh. "Oh yeah," she said, in a self-deprecating way, "That pathetic fucked-out-of-my-mind whining? Those sounds?"

Jack grinned and snuggled and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, those."

For a long time after that they kissed and finished the Coors and Sam thought she must have dozed for a little while before waking up to some more kissing.

"Is there anything else you require this evening, your Majesty?" Jack asked.

Sam punched her fist into his chest, but not with any force. She answered,

"You, like this, but not just for tonight. Forever."

"Done," Jack answered.

Sam sighed and put her forehead on his shoulder.

"Good," she said.

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