So this chapter may be a bit brief...but there it is. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Carter:

The music is pounding wildly around us. More and more bodies seem to be appearing on the dance floor as it gets darker outside. People appearing from other parts of the settlement to join in the festivities. The general and I have been dancing for the greater part of an hour. Although what these people consider dancing really does deserve a name of it's own. It is by far more sexual than any Earth dancing I've ever seen.

Daniel and Teal'c have long since disappeared into the throng of people, and I'm thankful for the anonymity. Not that either of them will have anything negative to say about Jack and I finally getting our shit together. It's just a little soon for me to want to deal with the coy looks and teasing that is likely coming.

I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything other than the feel of Jack pressed against me, his chest heaving with arousal and exertion. We've been trying to mimic some the dance moves we've seen other couples doing, but I don't know that either of us is actually young enough to manage for very long. I think we're both content to focus on each other anyway.

"Hey Carter?" His voice is like sandpaper in my ear, his breath moist against my neck, sending a pleasant little shiver through my entire body.

"Mmm?" Is about all I can manage at the moment. I'm starting to wonder if the native hooch doesn't have some aphrodisiac properties I'm unaware of, because I am definitely tipsy, but I'm also...tingly. And as much as I would love to give Jack all the credit, I am feeling unreasonably uninhibited. As much as it may have been my plan to seduce him this evening, I don't think I ever would have been this brazen in public on my own. Definitely some spiked hooch going on.

"Can we PLEASE, please get out of here now. I would really like to spend some quality time with you...alone." He's stopped moving altogether now, staring intently at me, any traces of joviality from before long gone. He looks extremely predatory right now, and Oh how it is an expression I've waited years to see on that face.

I don't even have the wherewithal to respond. All I can do is grab an arm and tug in the general direction of the main hall. We stumble our way down a few wrong hallways before we find the one that leads to his room. When we finally stumble through the doorway it dimly registers that someone has moved my gear into the room as well. And lit what looks to be about a hundred candles all about the room.

My attention is quickly diverted again. Before I have a chance to properly take in the scenery, Jack's hands are in my hair and his mouth is bruising against my own, staking his claim. With eight years of foreplay, and the teasing that has ensued over the course of the last hour, I don't think either of us in in the mood to play around much longer. He pulls back to give me one more searing look, seeming memorizing my outfit. "You know I do get to keep it."

"Sweet...now off." In a flash he is pulling at the gauzy fabric, his hands shaking with the effort of going slowly. Desperately trying not to rip the beautiful fabric. We're a mess of limbs, both trying to strip each other at the same time. Graceful we are not, but I don't have much time to contemplate our clumsiness before we're both naked as the day we were born.

He lets out a gasp, and I'm pretty sure I let slip an expletive at the sight of each other, finally, finally naked. Dear God I have wanted this for so long. By mutual agreement we both stumble walk to the bed, past the point of being able to slow down.

Our first time is a little clumsy, but we both know each other so well it's difficult to feel any embarrassment. Before I know it there are stars bursting behind my eyelids and Jack is trembling above me. as we both come down, he shifts mostly off me to rest with his head over my heart. His arms keep clutching at me every few seconds, afraid I'll disappear, and this will all have been a dream. I'm mortified to feel tears clawing their way up the back of my throat. He must notice the hitch in my breathing because suddenly his black eyes are staring at me intently.

"Don't you dare." For a second I'm almost offended until he coughs and looks away from my face. "If you cry, I'm gonna cry. and generals absolutely do not cry. I have an image to uphold here Carter." That seems to break the tension and i let out a huff of laughter, before shifting slightly to the side, getting comfortable. I'm almost asleep when he speaks again, his voice thick with emotion. "Seriously though carter. You're mine. There's no hope for you now."

That's probably the closest to a confession of love I'm going to get at the moment, and I'm not gonna complain. "You betcha." comes out more as a mumble than anything as I finally drift off to sleep.