Sooo... I'm sending this to my wonderful friend '3 Star Jeneral' to wish her a happy (belated) birthday... (seeing as I thought her birthday was a month away and I REALLY wanted to do something for her I decided to rework a fanfiction I started from sooooo long ago and it seems to have turned out alright [if I do say so myself])

Hope this is okay for you lovely... :)!
This has not been BETA'd so any mistakes are my own!

Jack/Sam ALWAYS!
Set somewhere after Sam comes back to the SGC after being at Area 51 (so S8/9ish).


Today had been one of those days. No time to breathe at work. Seemed like everytime I turned around someone needed something from me. Even the drive home from base seemed to be a nuisance with slow drivers and every possible red light glaring at me as I approached them. It had felt good to be home though. All I could think about for most of the day was a nice, hot, relaxing bath.

Before I succumbed to the bath though, I decided to make a light dinner; searching for anything edible in my cupboards having not been home in a few days; I made a bed of pasta with a little grilled chicken I had in the freezer, probably should have been defrosted first, but who cares?

As I began draining the pasta through the collander my mind went to him. I was wondering what he was doing right at that moment. Was he still at the Pentagon working late? Was he being driven through the same kind of nasty traffic I just went through here. Or maybe he was already having dinner?

We had dinner almost a week ago now.

As my hands worked, my mind wandered, remembering everything about him and nothing about the meal itself. We talked for what seemed like hours; we hadn't done that in such a long time. We laughed and joked all evening. Even with great food and great conversation, my mind still keeps wandering to all of the small details.

The richness of his voice; the light, yet very masculine, scent of his cologne that he only ever wore if he was in his dress blues. His dark, brown eyes and the way he looked at me many times throughout that evening - in a relaxing, sensual way that made my heart skip a beat and my groin tingle with excitement.

Several times throughout the evening he touched me. He seemed to be doing that alot these days, as if making up for lost time, the small brushes to my arm sent a jolt of electricity that flowed through me like I had never felt before. He kept brushing his hand over mine across the dinner table - very lightly.

I noticed the large size of his hands compared to my small, not very delicate ones; the tanned, rugged, slightly coarse skin, even the dark, manly hair that was sprinkled over the top of his flesh was vivid in my mind even now.

After all these years, why was it that my senses were super sensitive and keen to every detail about him?

Shaking the memories from my mind and knowing it would be another tough night trying to keep him out of my restless mind long enough to sleep; I get the chicken from the fridge and place it on the grill to make my dinner seem a little more formal. Pouring a glass of red wine and sipping as my mind began to drift helplessly to him once again.

His hair, grey now, but still with a small smattering of light brown, it's shiny and very soft. Cut to regulation but not neat, there is always that piece or two that sticks up in a sexy, charismatic kind of way that makes him look younger than his 52 years. He has that salt and pepper scruff around his face that I have wondered many times about how it might feel against my neck or on the inside of my thighs. His lips are thin and curved into that slight smirk almost everytime I look at him. I found myself looking at them as he talked, remembering how they felt the few times we kissed and again, I wondered how they would feel caressing my neck. Mmmm, and his neck; thick, strong, definitely bite-able. His shoulders are broad, muscled. There is a deep curve to his spine and his sides are very sturdy, leaving no doubt that he has a strong back, one for lifting something with ease, or thrusting. Though he is a solid man, his waist is small. I've also noticed his ass is nice and tight on many occasions, must be from all the running and escaping from planets that we used to do on a daily basis.

Some way through eating my chicken and pasta I realized I was doing it again.

Lusting.

I was thinking of every detail of him again and making myself ache with need for him. We are half a country a way from each other so have only been out on a date a couple of times. Yes, we have known each other as 'Commanding Officer' and 'Second-in-Command' for so many years but now we can have a great time without getting in trouble with the regulations. We talk, we laugh, we hold hands, we have kissed in ways that have made my body throb with need and grip him hard with want. Why do I have to be so stuck in my ways and let my morals prevent me from experiencing this beautiful man in full?

Did I really need to wait?

Putting the dishes into the dishwasher I decide to go relax in a hot bath of full silky, smooth bubbles; some soft, classical music; light, cherry scented candles, and a nice glass of fruity merlot. As I drew out the water, I slipped out of my work attire and laid my favourite pink, silk nightie and black, lace panties out so I could slide right into them after bathing.

I may be soldier, I may be a doctor, but at heart it feels so good to be just a girl for a night.

I lit the candles, put on the music, poured a second glass of wine and turned off the lights. I slowly sunk into the hot, silky, smooth water. It felt so good as I laid my head back and concentrated on relaxing every single muscle from my head to my toes. I allowed myself to drift into a state of relaxation where the only thing I was aware of was the soft music and the thoughts of him that were once again sneaking into my mind.

He wants me too.

He told me that he thinks of me constantly throughout his day. I notice too when he stares at me across the briefing room table when he is here on business and I know that he finds it difficult to get me out of his mind once the thoughts begin.

He says we both need the relief.

We are both adults who have been waiting a long time and when the desire and the need is there then there is no shame in going for it. Each time we kiss they get deeper and the desire gets harder to press back.

Why do I press it back?

Just one time in my life, why can't I just let loose and allow something wonderful to sweep me away without thinking it's wrong, or too soon?

Oh God how I want this man.

I found myself aching again as I thought of him. The water is beginning to cool and I decided it was time to get out and relax in bed. I stepped out on to my soft, fluffy rug, grabbing a towel and dab the water off of my now silky smooth and sweet smelling skin. Wrapping my towel around me, I picked up my wine glass and headed into the bedroom, placing it onto the bedside table. I moved to the dresser and picked through my lotions, choosing one that had a light scent of lily and jojoba. I smoothed lightly fragranced lotion onto my thighs, stomach and arms, rubbing the remainder into my hands before moving to slip the silk nightie over my head and reaching for the panties, sitting on the end of the bed to put them on. As I brushed out my hair I noticed in the mirror that my nipples were erect and firm.

I was thinking of him again.

There was nothing like feeling like a woman; soft, smooth, sweet smelling, and wrapped in sexy, silky, womanly things.

Back in the bathroom, I blew out the candles, turned the music off, and took my empty wine glass into the kitchen to wash out tomorrow. I decided to slip into bed and read a little of the latest romance novel I have been trying to delve into. My bed was cool and smooth and oh so comfortable. The sheets felt like silk against my freshly bathed skin.

And then the phone rang. 'Colonel Carter' comes out on a sigh as I think my relaxing night home has been ruined and I'm being called back to base until his voice comes through the phone.

'Well, hello Colonel, I was wondering if I could speak to Sam if she is around.' I can hear the smirk over the phone and I can't help it when I grin and say that 'yes she is around.'

I can hear the smile in his voice as he tells me that the traffic was hellish and he had just missed me at work as he was headed there for an emergency briefing, that said briefing had just finshed. I hear him say 'one second' to me and a car engine in the background.

'Sorry, I was just getting in the car.' He tells me as I wait.

And then he tells me that he can't get me out of his mind. He has thought of every detail - from the way I smell, to the way he feels when we hold hands, to the way my lips feel against his. His voice goes deep and there is barely a whisper coming through the phone: 'I just need you Sam. Like I need to feel all of you, to experience you, and to give you all I have to give.'

We were both silent for what seemed to be an eternity. The weight of his words drifting through my head, he isn't a man who opens up easily. I then softly whispered to him to come over. Now. That I would leave the door unlocked. Just come to me. There was a deep sigh of satisfaction and the response: 'I'll get my driver to turn us around and I'm on my way,' before the phone clicked and the call was ended.

He is coming to me, now.

I drop the phone onto the bedside table and reach for the novel I was about to read when I was interupted and I try to read to kill time, knowing that it would take him a little over 30 minutes to get here. But as I read the chapter I realise I'm not absorbing one single because that is not where my mind is. I lie the book down, and think.

Nervousness then sets in.

My heart is racing and my body begins to react already.

Did I really do that? Just invite him over like that?

Was it the right thing?

What will I do when he gets here?

Will I chicken out?

Taking a deep breathe, I sat on the edge of my bed. I decide to light some candles and fluff my hair and put on a little lip gloss. Then realising that I am still in my nightgown I shrug to the reflection of myself in the mirror.

Is this the right thing to wear?

Okay. I decide I need to calm down.

I will just lie in bed, relax as best I can, and wait.

Calmly.

I close my eyes and concentrate on relaxing from my head to my toes. Kel'no'reem comes in handy sometimes.

I can feel the serenity coming.

I can feel myself float on that cloud of comfort again.

I can also feel the lust building again.

It seems like forever since he said he was on his way.


Am I mean leaving it there for you? *GRINS*
x HH x