I am so sorry it took me so long to update this. The muse took an extended vacation. I knew how the story was supposed to end, but the words would not come. Fortunately, the muse decided to come back, and poof, last chapter!
I hope you enjoy it.
Warning: Smut ahead
Jack stared at her for a moment, trying to process the words. When his muddled brain caught up, he kissed the flat plain of her stomach, the valley between her breasts, and the hollow of her neck, as he rose up from his seated position. "Sam," his voice was husky in her ear.
"I need you," she said, turning her head to press against his lips. He opened them, allowing her tongue to invade his mouth, swirling around in the warmth. She nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. Despite the power of her orgasm, her body still ached for him. In the past, she was more than content to have sex afterward, but it wasn't something she craved. At that moment, though, the need to have him inside her was primal. She snaked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, pressing herself against his erection, and whimpered at the delicious sensation.
"Sam," he hissed at the contact. When her tongue slid across his jaw and she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth, the thought he might disgrace himself right there. His body was on overdrive. The woman practically draping herself around him was everything he never even knew he wanted. They'd been sidestepping this thing between them for far too long, and as she touched him and moaned against him, the reasons for it elude him.
Jack's hands traveled her body as thoughts swirled through his mind. He wanted to touch every inch of her; taste every inch; learn every curve; brand every moment, sound, taste, into his brain. The urge to sink into her body immediately clawed at him. He had to fight the fog that kept swamping his brain to remind himself that there was more to this, to her, to them, than a quick fuck. He wanted it to be more than that for both their sakes. They'd crossed the line they'd set for themselves a long time ago, and if he wanted to be able to look her in the eyes when this was all over, he needed to make it more.
Her hips rocked against him, and he growled low in his throat. "Sam," he said, again. His mouth covered hers, as he slid his hands under her ass, pulling her so close it was almost painful. When he pulled his mouth from hers, only because of the need for air, they were both panting. He said nothing, but stepped back, untangling her legs from around him. Their eyes met, and he didn't have to say anything for her to know what he wanted.
Sam slid off the stool, and stood in front of him. The skirt of her dress fell to cover her legs once again, but the top remained open, exposing the sway of her breasts as she moved. She smiled when she noticed Jack glance down briefly, before his eyes moved back up to hers. They were dark, almost black with a dangerous desire that sent a shiver through her. She didn't know what this was, but it was more than sex. The electricity between them practically sparked.
Reaching out, she took his hand and slowly walked towards the large bed. It only took a few steps to reach it, but once they were there, she faltered, not knowing exactly how to proceed.
"Carter?" Jack asked, a note of uncertainty in his voice. "This is the moment if you want to stop."
Sam looked at him and tilted her head to the side. "Not a chance," she told him, with a sultry smile, before she placed one hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers.
Relief swept through Jack. He would have stopped if she'd said so, but he thanked whatever stars there were in the universe that aligned to make this happen. He returned her kiss, pulling her closer, pressing his body so close it was difficult to tell where he ended, and she began. Both hands slid down to cup her ass, kneading it, delighting in the feel of its perfection beneath the sheer fabric.
Sam's hands grazed the short gray hair at the nape of his neck, as they kissed. She pulled his mouth from his, and moved it across his jaw, nipping at the smooth skin, before making her way down the side of his neck. He tilted his head back, giving her better access. The moan in the back of his throat caused a flood of wetness between her legs. She hadn't thought she could be any wetter for him, but her body proved her wronf. "Jack," she whispered against his skin. "Touch me."
Grabbing her arms, Jack spun her around, so that her back was pressed against his chest. His hands skimmed up the sides of body, then moved to cup both breasts. He pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers, as he nipped the skin on the back of her neck. He felt the shiver run through her, and moaned as she ground her ass against his aching body. "Samantha. God, yes."
Sam slipped her hand around, grabbing his hard cock, her nimble fingers stroked him through the thin material of his trousers. Her mouth went dry at the feel of him. The thought of him inside her made her knees buckle. Jack's arms tightened around her waist, holding her up.
"You okay?" He asked, his breath hot on her ear.
She nodded, her mind overcome with lust. "I need you, Jack. I need to feel you inside me."
"Holy shit," he whispered. His body felt as though it were going to explode, and hearing those words falling from her lips caused him to break out in a fine sheen of sweat.
Sam reached up to push the straps of her dress off her shoulders. When Jack released his grip on her waist and took a step back, the sheer material dropped to the floor, leaving her fully naked before him. His eyes traveled down the length of her body, noting the soft curves and creamy skin. He placed his hands on her hips, the leaned over to slowly drag his tongue up the length of her spine. Sam shifted her legs slightly, and bent forward, placing her hands on the bed, allowing him access to her wet center.
"No," Jack growled, suddenly turning her around to face him. He pushed her gently back onto the large, soft bed. "I want to see you. I need to see you." He slid his trousers down his legs, and kicked them off, before crawling up her luscious body. He stared down at her, his brown eyes dark and full of need. "You're so beautiful, Sam" he whispered before claiming her mouth. He wanted her so badly he wasn't sure he could hold out much longer, but wanted to savor the moment just a bit more. He didn't know that he'd ever have her in his arms again, and despite the screaming of his body to plunge into her, he restrained.
Sam wrapped her arms around him, skimming her hands down his sleek, muscular back. Her fingers skimmed across long healed scars, and she briefly wondered where each one came from, but the thought floated away when her hands cupped the swell of his ass. She'd spent more than a few hours staring discreetly at his six, and it was as tight and muscular as she'd imagined. Holding onto him, she pressed her hips upward and moved them in a slight circular motion, grinding against him.
"Jesus," he said, tearing his mouth from hers. "You're going to kill me."
"Then give me what I want," she relied, her hips still moving against his.
Jack's eyes turned a dark shade that was nearly black. He reached a hand between them, being sure to drag his fingers along her slick opening, before positioning himself. Locking his eyes on hers, he pushed himself deep into her, and suddenly knew what it felt like to be struck by lightning. Fire and electricity raced through his body, urging him onward.
Sam kept her eyes on him as he finally buried himself in her body. She cried out as heat crawled through her veins. "Jack," she cried out, arching herself into him.
"I know," he said, breathlessly. "I know." He felt a sense of triumph knowing that she felt it, too. This wasn't just satisfying their physical need, but something much more; something he couldn't quite put a name to. He slid slowly out of her, then pushed back in quickly, plunging himself deeper into her warm, slick channel. He did it over and over, until his body demanded release. His motions became quicker, harder, and less rhythmic, as he came ever closer to the edge.
Sam's hips surged upward to meet him at every stroke. "More," she begged. "More. I need you, Jack." Even as he moved in and out of her body, she couldn't get enough of him. Every fiber of her being craved him. She watched his face as he moved, each expression emblazoning itself on her brain. When his hand slipped between them, she closed her eyes, at the overwhelming sensation. When his fingers grazed across her swollen clit, she gasped. She was certain it wasn't possible for her to find release again so quickly, but his persistent fingers continued to work over the hard bud, teasing it. He continued moving in and out of her, his pace slowing as he caressed her. Her mind spun.
"Do it for me, Sam. Let me feel your body tighten around me."
Sam wasn't sure if it was his nimble fingers, his words, or a combination of the two, but she felt the delicious pressure building in her again. "Jack! Yes! Oh, don't stop. Don't…ah, ah, yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Jack!" Her mind whirled off into a million directions as she felt her body climbing ever higher. "Yeeessssss! Oh, yes. Jack, oh, god, Jack…" Her words slurred together again into a string of sounds and panting. She wasn't capable of speech, as pressure built inside her. She felt her eyes roll upward as a wave of pure pleasure swept through her.
Jack was lost in his own tumultuous desire that was so powerful it bordered on painful. He'd never wanted any woman more than he wanted Sam at that moment. Hearing her yell out his name spurred him on. He could feel the first spasms of her orgasm rippling around him. He continued to play with her swollen clit a moment more before he felt her tumble over the edge. The small spasms turned into full tremors, and soon her body was pulsing around him, her muscles squeezing his hard cock, drawing it deeper into her body. The sensation was staggering. Jack thrust deep into her a few more times before following her into bliss. He poured himself into her as his body vibrated from the sheer intensity of his pleasure. He saw stars behind his eyes, and felt as though he was shattering into a million pieces. "Sam! Oh, Sam. It's so good," he panted. "It's so good." Her inner muscles continued their quaking. "Ah, god, yes. Samantha. I love you. I love you so much."
When their bodies stopped quivering, Jack collapsed on top of her, his body spent. He tried to move his weight off of her, but she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips. "Not yet," she said, softly. "Stay a moment longer."
Jack nodded against her neck. "Sounds perfect." He slipped his arms under her, holding onto her like she was his lifeline. He thought he could stay like that forever, tangled up in her. He felt her turn her head slightly, and kiss his cheek. "Okay?"
"Perfect," Sam answered, relishing in the feel of his warm body pressed against hers. She wanted to hold onto him until the sky fell, but the need for air overrode her desire.
Jack could feel the shallow breaths she was taking, and knew it was time. He slid out of her body, and felt an immediate sense of loss. It was as though he'd lost the other half of himself. He stared at her in awe. She was everything, the beginning and the end. The beginning of his new life all those years ago, when she'd walked into the conference room full of enthusiasm and attitude, and he knew he wanted her there at the end, and every moment in between. He noticed chill bumps rising on her skin, and could feel the air cooling the sweat on his own body. "C'mere," he told her, as he pulled back the thick blankets. The both slid in, Jack drawing her up against his side. "Better?"
Sam nodded, snuggling up to him. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. He'd told her he loved her. Holy Hannah. Had he meant it, or had it been said in a moment of passion? She could feel her cheeks get warm at the thought of the 'passion' they'd just shared. If he meant it…well, she didn't know. Did it mean he wanted something more? After what had just occurred, she knew they couldn't go back to the way they'd been before.
"Stop," he said chuckling softly.
She raised her head to look at him, confused. "Stop what?"
"Thinking," he replied with a grin. "I can practically hear the gears turning in that big ol' brain of yours."
Sam laid her head back on his chest. "I can't help it…there's just…"
"I know," he said, then placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Are you okay with what just happened?"
"Absolutely."
Jack let out a sigh of relief, and squeezed her tightly for a moment. "Thank god."
It was her turn to chuckle. "It's a bit late for regrets, anyway, don't you think?"
"Do you have any?" He asked, his voice quavering ever so slightly.
"Regrets? Only one." When Jack's body when very still, she continued, "I regret that we didn't do that a long time ago."
"You wanton woman!" He said, relieved. "Have you been after my body all this time?"
"Absolutely." She faltered trying to get her next sentence out. "Do you? Have any regrets, I mean."
Jack sighed. "Not at all."
They were silent again for a moment. "What…what are we going to do when we get back to Earth?
"I'm not entirely sure, Carter. I have a few ideas, but I guess it depends on what you want. It's always been about what you want."
"This," she replied, simply, as she ran the palm of her hand across his naked chest. "I want this. If you do, that is."
"Carter, I've wanted this for a very long time. I was attracted to you in the beginning, but I was your CO, and there was nothing I could do but deal with it. As I got to know you better, the attraction was still there, but there was also…more. A lot more." Jack felt suddenly nervous. They had admitted to having feelings during the whole za'tarc thing, but they had agreed to leave it in the room. He hadn't meant to tell her he loved her, but he couldn't hold it in. It almost felt like he had to or he'd die. It had taken him a few minutes to realize she hadn't said it back, though.
As if she could read his mind, Sam asked softly, "Did you mean it? What you said…at the…end?"
"I did," he confessed. "But, I know you don't feel the same way, and I'm okay with-"
Sam sat up abruptly. "What? What are you talking about? Of course, I do! I feel-I feel…I love you, Jack. I love you. I have for longer than I care to think about. I just, well, after you agreed to leave it in the room, I thought maybe you weren't all that interested."
"I only agreed to that because it's what you wanted, Carter. Do you know how many times I wanted to kick the door in on that damn room? Every day. Every single day."
She sighed, heavily. "We've been such idiots. But, what about work? What about SG1? What are we going to do?"
Jack shook his head. "I'll resign. Retire again. Blow my knee out so badly they'll have to give me a medical retirement."
"You can't do that," she all but yelled at him. "I won't let you. You're too valuable to the program. You are SG1."
"Carter, we are SG1."
"You know what I mean, Sir…Jack. You can't leave SG1. I'll leave. I can head up the science department, or teach over at the Academy."
"You'd be bored within a week," he said quietly, "And resent me for it. I may have another solution, but I'm not sure you'd like it."
"Tell me."
Jack thought for a moment before he told her. "SG3 needs a new leader, with Marshall retiring. Hammond has been after me to suggest a replacement."
"Lead a team? I'm not ready to lead a team."
He shifted on his side to face her, and pulled her back down to lie next to him. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Of course you are. You've been ready for a long time, now. I just didn't want you to leave SG1. I didn't want you to leave me. It was selfish, I know, but couldn't stand the thought of not having you by my side. I don't know if I work without you. If it means I can have you when we come back, though, I'll make it work. If that's what you-" He was cut off by Sam's lips meeting his in a lingering kiss. It was so shocking it took him a moment to respond. When he did, it was with heat, and fervor, and he could feel his body stirring again with hunger for her. Damn, that was a new record. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted a woman again so quickly. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a woman.
Sam pulled back, her eyes bright with desire. "If you really think I'm ready, I'll take it." Her smile turned to a frown. "But, you're still 2IC of the SGC. We're still in the same chain of command."
"All SG teams report to Hammond, not me. Other than rank, we'd technically be equal, and just because I'm 2IC doesn't really mean anything. It's not like I ever take over, unless Hammond is gone, and even then, it's only temporary. Yes, it's skating along the very edge the rules, but technically, we wouldn't be doing anything wrong." He stared at her for a moment. "There will likely be talk, though, mostly about you. I don't want you to have to deal with that."
"Talk?" Sam let out a laugh. "There has always been talk about me. There's talk about every woman who gets ahead in the military. It's not right, or fair, but unfortunately, that's just how it is. I mean heaven forbid we actually get along on our skill and know how." She rolled her eyes. "If you're worried about talk, don't be. I can deal with talk. Especially if it means we can have this…us."
"I love you," Jack told her.
"I love you, too."
He traced the edge of her jaw with a finger. "If you're sure, we'll make it work. You need to know, though, once I'm in, I'm all in."
"Me, too. All in, heart and soul," she replied. "What are we going to tell Daniel and Teal'c?"
Jack shrugged. "The truth. Believe me, they'll understand."
She had a sudden thought. "Do you think they'll know what happened in here? I mean…tonight?"
"Carter, you look so thoroughly debauched, everyone will know what happened in here, tonight."
She groaned heavily, but a moment later gave him a wicked smile. "Well, if everyone is going to know-"
"Yeeeesss?" He liked the direction this was taking.
"Well, there seems to be a bathroom through there," she indicated over his shoulder. "And it probably has one of those weirdly fantastic showers in it, and well, if you're up for it, we could…test it out."
"Test it out," Jack echoed. He definitely liked the direction this was going. "Believe me, I'm more than up for it."
Sam slid her hand down his body. When she felt his hot, hard length, she let out a sound of appreciation. "You certainly are."
Jack closed his eyes at the feel of her soft hand moving up and down his now very excited, very hard cock. "I believe you mentioned something about a shower."
She squeezed him again, causing his hips to arch up, pressing himself into her hand. "I did," she purred. "Think we'll make it that far?"
He opened his eyes to stare into her crystal blue ones. "Does it matter?"
"Not even a little," she said, pushing him to his back. She climbed across him, her readiness for him apparent as well. "And if we don't, well, we can always try again, later."
"I like the sound of that," he told her breathing heavily, as she rocked herself up and down against him. "If you want to leave this bed, though, I suggest you stop that."
"Who says I want to?" She asked in a low voice.
"Devil woman," Jack said, grasping her hips. He was fairly certain they weren't going anywhere for a while.
Fin
Thank you all so much for your comments. I appreciate every one of them.
Hopefully the must will stick around so I can finish up the other 4 stories I have in the works!
