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Summary: Jack lets Sam play out one of her fantasies because, let's face it, Carter always has the best plans. Sam/Jack established relationship.

Rating: M

A/N: I'm new to M-rated fics so feedback would be very much appreciated. I divided this into 4 short chapters (about 1000 words each) because it felt like the right thing to do.

First chapter is just some chatting but it gives you the idea what's going to happen so if it's not your thing, you'll have plenty of time to turn back. Chapter 2 is foreplay, 3 is the action and 4 is aftermath.

If you ignore the leather harness, the thing looks almost cute.

CHAPTER 1

"Uh-oh," Jack mumbles as soon as Sam walks behind him and puts her hands on his hips. "I know that look," he says, a light warning tone in his voice.

"What look? There's no way you can know what look I'm wearing. I'm standing behind you!"

"It's that 'I'm in the mood for a sexual adventure' -look," Jack says and Sam frowns, wondering if he's learned to read minds or if there's a mirror or reflective surface somewhere. "It almost got us arrested last time!" Jack huffs.

"Almost," she reminds him and her thumbs sneak under his shirt to rub gently.

"Alright. What is it this time?"

"I want to fuck you," she says nonchalantly.

"Sure. Just wait three minutes and I'll finish these dishes. Then I'm all yours, huh."

"No. I want to fuck you," she purrs in his ear and leans her whole body against his back.

He tenses when he realizes what she means. Or at least what he thinks she means. "You mean... With your toys or something?"

"Not just any toy," she replies and wraps her arms around his waist.

"The strap-on? Seriously?" He's always wondered why the hell she even owns one. She explained it was a gift from her academy friends but he's not sure if he believes that.

"Yep," she admits.

When he doesn't answer anything or relax, she gently kisses the back of his neck and changes her tone to a softer one. "You can say no, Jack. You can always say no. It was just an idea."

"I know," he says and continues washing the plates and coffee cups.

"You want me to dry them for you?" Sam offers when it becomes obvious he's not going to talk more about her suggestion. She hopes she didn't scare him off for good.

"Sure," he tosses the towel on his shoulder. Sam takes it and steps next to him. They're good at this, working together. An efficient team. That's the thing that matters the most to her, not if he agrees to play out all her kinky fantasies or not.

"And I'm still thinking about it," Jack says when they've worked in silence for a while.

"It's alright. We'll find something else."

"I've never regretted any of the crazy things you suggest," he admits.

"Not even the one that almost got us arrested?" she asks with laughter in her voice.

"Not even that one." Actually, he has quite fond memories of that time. Apart from the running for their lives part. Well not lives, per se, just... Running for their dignity.

"Good. But I can see this isn't just hesitation. I'm not gonna make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"It just... brought back bad memories for a second, OK?" he confesses.

"College party gone bad -bad or bad-bad?"

"Bad-bad," he says and then starts to think about the first option. "Wait, what the hell did you do in college?"

"Not me. Just some people I knew," she says with an amused smile but the concern is still obvious in her eyes.

"Yeah, it's the same with me and bad-bad," he speaks softly. "Not me but some people I knew."

"Classified?" she asks and he knows she's not going to ask anything more. He appreciates that.

"Yes," he says with a nod and Sam nods back. He wants to tell more but doesn't know how to. It was a long time ago, it doesn't matter anymore. Except it does, but he's not going to admit that.

She covers his hand with hers and smiles a little. It makes his heart swell how well she knows him, how she knows not to ask questions or offer empty, comforting words.

"I trust you," he says softly and turns to look at her.

"I know you do," Sam says as squeezes his hand. "You don't need to prove it to me."

"What if I want to prove it to myself?" Not so much his trust in her but the fact that he doesn't let the past affect him anymore.

"You don't have to," she reminds him.

"But I want to," he argues back.

"I don't want to hurt you," she admits and her eyes are so full of worry now that he leans in to kiss it away.

"You won't. Not now, not ever. You made me curious."

"I did, huh?" Her face lightens up a little.

"Definitely." He always finds it extremely sexy when she takes control in bed. Of course there's always the little uneasiness of being submissive but watching Carter get her way is definitely worth it. This scenario just takes it to a whole new level.

"Alright..." she agrees, bit hesitantly. "Now?"

"For example."

She plants a gentle kiss on his lips before she takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom.