Here's a short transition chapter to lead into the bathtub scene. I figured that Jack would be so worked up about having Carter in front of him "in the flesh" so to speak, that he'd need a bit of an "appetizer" before the friendly soak begins. Maybe a bit crude, but I'm a guy, so I figure I'm slightly entitled to a bit of being a pervert, as my former girlfriend teasingly told me on occasion. The next chapter will be Jack's reward.

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"So just how many times have you watched that disc?" Sam asked with a bit of a knowing smile on her face as they entered her quarters.

Jack paused a moment as he took in the quarters that Sam had, and also wondered how the hell he could answer that question and not come across as a dirty old man. He decided that honesty was the best policy considering that this was Carter. "Over and over again until I had it memorized," he admitted, not telling her that he watched it one more time right before calling the President so that his resolve wouldn't falter.

"So most of the night, huh?" Sam teased.

"Pretty much," he reluctantly admitted. Yeah he was a pervert, but this was Carter he was perving over, so he couldn't feel too bad about that. All that incredible flesh danced in his memory. Those legs, her breasts, and her totally AWESOME six! Yes, definitely a dirty old man, and he loved every sinful second of it.

"I take it you liked your invitation?" she questioned with another knowing look that raked over his Dress Blues clad body, stopping for a second at his midsection where not even his jacket could entirely hide the growing bulge.

"Best invitation I ever received, Carter," Jack told her as he watched her pull the band out of her pony tail and her hair hung loose. "DAMN you look HOT with your hair long," he told her, Junior giving a nice jump of approval. These Dress Blues pants were getting pretty tight!

Sam unzipped her top and pulled it off, revealing the tank top she was wearing underneath. She wished she had known that Jack was coming. If she had, then she would have foregone the bra for the day to give him a bit more of a treat when removing her tunic.

"So what was your favorite part?" she asked in a sexy voice. She kicked off her boots and unzipped her pants, noting that his eyes were glued to her hands as she did so.

Jack swallowed what little saliva he had left in his mouth. "Uh, that's a tough one, Carter," he replied, not really knowing the answer to her question. He'd loved every damn seconds of the thing.

"Well how about when I was washing my breasts and gave myself a small orgasm?" she questioned. She pulled down her pants and tossed them to the side, leaving her in her tank and panties.

"That was good," Jack managed to croak out as he took in the sight. He swore to himself that if someone interrupted them he would so be kicking some serious ass.

"Or how about when I shaved my legs?" she continued, pulling her tank over her head and tossing it on the pile of clothes, leaving her in bra and panties. Thank God she'd put on a sexy bra and panty set that morning. It was her one concession to her femininity while on duty.

"I never thought it would be possible to be jealous of a damn razor until that moment," Jack told her as he sucked in his breath at the sight.

Sam chuckled as she reached behind her and undid her bra, slowly letting it slide off her arms revealing her full breasts to his gaze. "No need to be jealous of that, Jack," she teased. "Now my vibrator is another thing. You may want to make sure that your grooming skills and lovemaking skills are really up to snuff if you want to end any sort of comparisons."

"I'm good to go, Carter...," his voice trailed off as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, turning to give him a view from behind as she bent over to remove them, somewhat like a stripper would in one of those clubs. "Please tell me this isn't a dream," he pleaded with her, and silently prayed to the Big Guy upstairs.

Sam laughed out loud. She was enjoying this. While she'd always been a bit outgoing when she had a sex life, this was much more so than usual. She not only was pleasing the man she was with, but she was really enjoying this buildup, too. Probably even more than Jack was if the moisture pooling between her legs was any indication.

"No dream, Jack," she told him as she moved close and deftly unbuttoned his tunic and drew it over his shoulders. Leaving the shirt on, she sank down and undid his belt, and pants, pulling them, and his boxers down to his ankles, aiming her gaze on his impressive cock which was now fully erect in front of her only inches from her face, and better yet, her lips. She reached up, though, and patted his stomach, taking note of the extra padding that was there these days. "We need to work on this Jack," she told him as she grasped his erection, stroking it lightly. With her other hand, she grasped his scrotum and began to massage his balls lovingly. "I'll have Dr. Keller work out a diet for you and an exercise regimen for when you get back to DC."

Jack looked down at her in horror. "Diet??? Exercise??? Carter!!!" he squeaked.

"I expect my man to be fit and trim, Jack," she purred as she took a swipe with her tongue across the head of his engorged penis. "Besides, it shouldn't be too difficult for a Special Forces trained stud like you," she added, pushing his buttons a bit, enjoying teasing him. She did want to discuss his health, as he had gained some weight, but she also knew he was in excellent shape if his experience here a year before against the Replicators was anything to go by. There were some excellent Spec Ops soldiers she knew that wouldn't have been able to stay hidden and also reconnoiter like Jack had.

"Stud?" Jack asked as he glommed onto the one word that would stroke his ego really well right then.

"Definitely," she murmured as she slid his cock into her warm mouth, taking him in a much as she possibly could.

"JESUS!!!" Jack groaned loudly. This was unbelievably hot! Carter was on her knees in front of him giving him a blowjob! He made a definite note to return the favor in the very near future. Now he was trying to figure out how not to explode too quick. He'd overheard Carter and their late friend Doc Fraiser once complain about how some guys, especially younger men, came to quick. Now while he had never had any trouble with premature ejaculation in his whole life, this was Carter who was going down on him right at that moment and he wasn't sure his track record was all that secure anymore. Even imagining their old CO, George Hammond, in a pink tutu wasn't helping stave off the impending tidal wave.

Sam pulled him out of her mouth and steadily stroked him lightly with her hand so that he could pull back a bit from the precipice. She'd always enjoyed going down on a guy, and had always fantasized of doing so with Jack. This being the first time made her want to draw it out as much as possible and enjoy it all the more.

"Enjoying that, Jack?" she purred as she looked up at him.

"Hell yes!" he practically shouted. "Where the hell did you learn that?" he demanded. Then he changed his tune. "Forget I asked that. I don't want to know," he told her.

Sam chuckled. She had the distinct feeling that Jack would not want to hear of any of the men she'd been with in her life, particularly the ones since she'd met him almost eleven years ago. There'd been no one since Pete, even though she'd been asked out a number of times by various good looking men. She'd come to realize she'd made a serious mistake in dating Pete and almost marrying him, so she'd decided after that that she was done with any casual sex, and also dating until either she or Jack got up the courage to be with each other. Looking up at him, she was questioning the wisdom of drawing this out. She wanted him in the tub with his sensual hands all over her. The blowjob was a fantasy fulfillment, as well as a way to ensure that Jack would last a long time once they really started the party.

"I wouldn't think so," she chided him as she took him back in her mouth and created a powerful suction, letting her free hand fondle his balls while one finger reached down and rubbed his prostate through his perineum, increasing his arousal.

"FUCK!!!!!!" Jack yelled as his orgasm exploded, sending a large amount of semen into Carter's extremely talented mouth. He felt her swallowing rapidly as she kept him in her mouth, doing some incredible things with her tongue.

Sam released him when he had softened and then she stood up, wiping her chin and mouth off with the back of her hand. She'd definitely enjoyed that, and by the boneless way Jack was standing there, he had too. The glazed look in his eyes was also a dead giveaway. She winked at him and then turned, heading towards the bathroom.

"Where ya goin' Carter???" Jack demanded in a shocked voice that screamed 'please don't let this be all there is!' in it's silent subtext.

Sam halted at the door and looked over her shoulder with a sultry look, eying Jack with his pants and boxers around his ankles and his dress blues uniform shirt still on and buttoned. He looked adorably sexy like that, especially knowing that she had just given him a fabulous blowjob, if she said so herself.

"I thought you asked about a bath, Jack," she said sexily. "The bathroom's in here and I'm going in for a long soak and hopefully a sampling of your 'grooming services.' So are you going to just stand there, or join me in the tub?" she asked.

He stepped out of his pants and rushed to her side. "I think it's tie for me to be up close and personal with the Promised Land," he said as he ushered her delightfully naked body into the bathroom.

"The Promised Land?" Sam asked as the door slid shut.

A/N: Good, bad? Let me know. I'm working on the third chapter and should have it ready the day after tomorrow. Next up: the bathtub scene. After that, one more chapter. Enjoy. Gregg.