Fury of a passion
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Rating: this story contains adult contents. Don't worry: nothing too graphic.
Spoilers: nothing too specific. Mentions of some of the "Sam and Jack's episodes"
Summary: Jack and Sam are arguing about one of their missions. Jack followed Sam home because he thought she hadn't listened to what he said.
A/N: I know that I wasn't very specific regarding the topic of the argument but it won't be necessary to the rest of the story. It's also a bit off character for Jack to follow Sam home but this was the only way I found to make my idea work. Hope you like it.
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- This conversation isn't over.
- What conversation? You're just yelling at me.
- I'm your CO. You have to obey me.
- Oh come on! I did what you told me to do.
- Yes but…
- But what? Where in the regulation is the rule that says that just because you say something I have to agree with you?
- It isn't about agreeing.
Sam opened her front door, entered in a rush and Jack followed her in.
- Just get the hell out of here. – Sam just wanted to go to bed. She couldn't remember when she had been this mad at someone and now she was mad at him. Him of all people, the men she loved.
- What? You can't talk to me like that.
- Oh yes I can. You're in my house.
- No way. You're not going to get away from me before I make my point.
- Make your point?
Sam tried to push Jack out of her house but failed. He grabbed her arms on an attempt to defend himself and before either one of them could understand what had happened, their lips met in what was their first "real" kiss. He kicked the door shut. Eight years of sexual frustration were bound to come out eventually. They went on hitting and breaking things as they made their way to her bedroom with breaking contact. No words were spoken, they didn't need them all they needed was each other, badly.
They allowed their passion fly free as they satisfied every hidden wish and desire they have been keeping to themselves for the past eight years.
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It had been a weird night. First they argued and then they had sex. Yes sex. It hadn't been about the love they felt for each other, it was about the sexual desire and nothing more. It had been about their most primordial instincts. Pure and raw passion.
They were both awake. Actually neither of them had fallen asleep. Sam was looking at the wall and Jack was staring at the ceiling. They didn't want to face each other. They were afraid of what had happened the previous night. They were afraid that there was nothing left in their relationship but sex.
Suddenly Sam moved her arm and alerted Jack to the fact she was awake. She didn't move on purpose, she just couldn't stand being in the same position for much longer.
- Hey. – Jack was the one that broke the silence. He wanted to get away from her. He needed to think about their situation and couldn't stand talking to her about it at the moment.
- I didn't wake you up, did I?
- Nop. Don't worry about that. So I have to go. – That was the best he could do. He really was bad with words and didn't find any softer way to get himself out of her bed.
- Go?
- Yes.
- Ok. I'll walk you out.
- No need. I know my way out.
- I insist.
They both got up and Jack started getting dressed. Sam put on a robe. They were still avoiding eye contact because they were very afraid of what they were going to see on each other's eyes.
- Go to bed. I'll walk myself out.
- No.
Without a notice they looked into each other eyes. They smiled as the love was still there.
- Do you still want to go?
- I have nothing to do.
- Ok.
This time the kisses were tender and sweet. It wasn't about need it was about care.
This was different. They weren't having sex, they were making love.
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A/N: Hope you liked it. Review please. This chapter has been reposted.