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Set: Post-Threads. S/J established (almost).
Note: This little ficlet was inspired by a random question posed by trinity3 on the Gateworld Sam/Jack Ship Appreciation Thread about the Grace Kiss and Lucycat's answer. So blame them!
Summary: Years of separate fantasies meet in one moment of shared reality, as Sam and Jack enjoy a perfect kiss. Absolutely no plot. Pure and total S/J fluff.
Folie à Deux
The sun was just beginning to lift itself above the trees, creating a soft shimmer atop the smooth clear water of the small Minnesota pond. Sam and Jack stood on the dock facing one another. You could not say they were positioned toe to toe. They were so much closer than that. Their feet alternating in a parallel across the weathered planks; their bodies poised such that only the tiniest sliver of dawn light escaped between them, Sam's supple breasts brushing lightly against Jack's solid chest.
The moment had finally come. The world around them was shut out like a clasping knife and their now unrestricted desires could be given free rein.
Sam looked up into Jack's warm brown eyes, which were filled with unalloyed adoration. As her pulse beat more rapidly, her tongue immerged briefly and then retreated as her teeth caught hold of her bottom lip and she again turned azure eyes upwards from beneath her lashes to capture Jack's steady gaze. On any other woman this would appear coy, but for Sam it was so natural and unaffected that Jack's own pulse raced in response.
Without cue, their bodies surged together like a cresting wave, Sam lifting toward Jack as he curled over her; hands cupping the other's face, lips crashing together. Sam ran her hand along Jack's stubbled jaw, down his neck and along his firm bicep before hooking it beneath his arm to grip his shoulder blade. With her other hand she entwined her fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. Jack caressed Sam's body as his strong limbs encircled her slender frame. The fingertips of one hand just grazed the softness of her breast from behind. The other arm rested on her lower back as he pulled her into him, bending her slightly backwards and taking her weight in his arms.
At first the kiss was urgent and hard. Then Sam pulled back, teasing Jack's lower lip with her teeth and he chased to capture her mouth once again. Sam parted her lips and invited him in. His tongue mingled with hers, the taste of one another only increasing their hunger.
Sam turned and angled her lips, offering Jack every possible avenue of exploration as the kiss became deep and sensuous. Her fingers burrowed deeply into his silvery hair, ruffling it shamelessly. Her other hand reached beneath his shirt and splayed across his back as her fingers curled involuntarily and dug in to his warm, sweaty skin. For his part Jack tightened his hold and ran his hand over Sam's shapely rear, pressing her hips into his as he claimed her more fully.
This sensual, passionate game of teasing, chasing, and enveloping continued for some time. When their lungs were exhausted and screaming for air they parted for only a moment, taking shallow panting breaths. Parted lips and heaving chests; still so close they were almost stealing air from the other's lungs. Soon their mouths were drawn together again as if by an irresistible magnetic attraction and, as the passionate dance began anew, they were both filled with the satisfying thought that this was so much better than they ever imagined.