A/N: your reviews made me neglect my work duties and write! :oO Soooo I hope you'll be glad I did so :o) I didn't have enough time... so I'm finishing this now, just few hours after my dentist's appointment which was really painful... so please be understanding when it comes to mistakes… I'm really trying to soothe my nerves with perfect CDs like "Joe Hisaishi meets Kitano films" or "Holiday – OST" and my mouth and face with packages of frozen chopped vegetables... so I hope this chapter IS READABLE :o)

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So… You ready? You remember where we left them? Oh yeas… tangled together, almost naked, kissing, touching, exploring… it's time to let them take the next step, don't you think? ;o) Oh and – this chapter was not supposed to happen… but now with the changed rating… it can happen :o) Ha :o))

CHAPTER 10

While tugging Sam underneath him, Jack had somehow forgotten that she had been almost naked for some time. While kissing her, he wasn't able to think at all… but now they were just lying there together, her soft curves pressed into his body, one of her hands in his hair, the other one on his lower back, pressing him more into her, one of her legs draped over his, her chest rising and falling under his, he could hear her breathe as well as he could feel it…

He couldn't get enough of her. She was a goddess to him, addictive and divine, spectacular and unique, worth worshiping.

He was touching her, caressing her skin, everywhere where he could reach. And he also realized that she had been lying there in his arms for some time now, wearing just the simple underwear… and nothing else! Not that he would be complaining about it… but still – so far they still had the chance of stopping, of not doing anything else. Well, not that he could actually imagine stopping this, he had been pretty lost since the moment of coming in into her living room, but still, if she would have asked him to stop…

But now, having her almost naked in his arms, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin, touching her gorgeous body and thinking about kissing her every freckle, he knew that there was no going back. He just couldn't go back. Despite all the rumors he was no lunatic!

Finally all the regulations and settled lines had been erased from his mind. For this evening, this night, he would be just Jack O'Neill, simple man, head over heels in love with the most brilliant and amazing woman in the universe with the most beautiful name, Samantha. He loved all the ways he could say it out loud, whisper it.

Sam knew she would end up in hell for all the thoughts she'd been having during the last hour or two but she didn't care. She would end up there for killing Jack in case he'd decide to stop with his ... actions. No, he wouldn't dare to stop...

One of the most exciting experiences of her life was half naked Jack O'Neill melting under her hands. Having him trapped between her legs, giving him simple back massage, she felt like goddess. She could feel the heat spreading though her body then and she knew she would explode soon.

Then, and she would never understand why, she had him undressed in her own bed. He was still wearing boxers, that was truth, but the small barrier between their bodies could not stop her skin from itching and all her senses from screaming at her in pleasure from the ultimate sensation. She survived though. And she even managed not to embarrass herself. And what more, she was successful in making him lose his mind.

But then he asked her if it would be okay to kiss her. And she couldn't imagine anything better. What could have been better in that moment? So she let him use his well-structured body, all his powers to lower her to her bed and lean over her. He was pressing her down into her mattress, kissing her, touching her… and she felt like being made of jell-o.

When the need of air made them break the lip-lock she just had to moan out loud. The book about erotic massages had warned her about unexpected sensations and feelings but this… wow. Usually she would say that her imagination could be pretty … wide and maybe huge but this was way out of her league. This was just wow.

Sometimes while thinking… or having dreams about some private time with her CO, she would try to imagine how it could look like. THIS had never occurred to her. This was so incredibly sensual and erotic! She could feel the sexual tension building up in her body, everywhere! The air around them had to be charged up like … staff weapon or maybe more. She wanted to scream in pleasure…

And so she did it. She screamed in pleasure. There was no need to hold back in that moment.

Jack was lying mostly on her, his head was next to hers buried in the pillow, he was trying to stop himself from kissing and licking her neck and shoulders, from nibbling and sucking… and then she emitted the incredible sound of pure pleasure. Her nails scratching his skin and her scent filling his nostrils were slowly driving him over the edge.

"Carter…"

"Kiss me."

It was not soft and it was not gentle. It was an order, strict and firm, passionate and so unexpected.

"Where?"

She loved the tone of his voice. It was so raspy and low. She would never forget it. He was hers. He belonged to her. And she liked that.

"Anywhere."

"Huh?"

"No!"

"No?"

"Yes… but everywhere…"

He looked at her face, straight into her eyes and saw the small storm in there. He kissed her. Passionately, deeply. There was nothing and gentle about it. It was pure lust. It was hot and deep, wet and hard, it was something they both needed and were afraid of in the same time.

When he had to take a breath again he couldn't move away completely. He moved just a bit and started his own small quest of kissing and marking her as his. She moved her head to give him better access to her neck and he could only accept that marvelous invitation. His hands kept on gripping her, caressing and exploring.

She thought that he would want her naked, no bra, no panties. But he seemed to be enjoying avoiding those two small barriers separating them. She would swear that it was driving him crazy to have her like that, naked and yet … not fully his. Well at least that was the way she was feeling. His boxers were certainly driving her nuts with anticipation. She could feel how much he wanted her, it was obvious and noticeable, it was there, creating completely different types of sensations and needs.

And yet she couldn't touch him, not even through the material. No, places hidden under the underwear were off limits. For both of them. Maybe they should have been annoyed by that, angry because of that but somehow it was different for them. The last barriers between them were like a safe net. They were keeping them from losing their sanity. And they were creating another type of arousal in their minds and bodies. They could be so close and yet never close enough…

Jack knew that after this night he would have to go and shoot himself. There was no way in hell he would be able to keep his hands off of her in the future. Something in him kept on screaming that this was hell of a bad idea. Her moans and groans in combination of her nails marking slightly his back made him forget everything and silence all those small voices talking about guilt and breaking rules.

He had become addicted to her skin. He had no idea about how much time had passed since their first Earth-moving-Moon-shattering kiss. He was simply lost, both in time and in space.

Before she could realize what was happening, she could feel her own body betraying her. She was slowly, painfully, with full force and no chance of going back, reaching the breaking point. She couldn't believe it! She was about to have the best orgasm of her life and she was still wearing both her panties and her bra. And what more, Jack was only kissing her and touching her body, but he was avoiding all the most sensitive parts, all the places where she had wanted him the most. Suddenly she was afraid of what would come next. Could she even survive? She would die of pleasure. Was that possible?

He kissed her throat. Open, wet, hot kisses that left a trail of burning sensation were all she needed to get her answer. Hell – yeah – it was possible. And it would happen. Soon. YES!

Sam wanted to stop him, to warn him, to do something… anything, but she wasn't able to. She had to shut her eyes and focus on her breathing. She was afraid she would stop doing that! Would her body remember that she had to breathe? She wasn't so sure. Not anymore.

Jack could feel it, she was close. He would probably end up with some bruises from her iron grip. Did he mind being marked? In this particular situation… ehm… nope.

He managed to calm his nerves and over-sensitive senses enough to pay attention to her. Jack didn't want to touch certain places on her body but seeing her slowly rising somewhere really high almost made him change his mind. But no, the underwear they were both wearing had significant reason. It had to stay.

Soon he found out where to kiss and where to touch to stay on the safe ground and yet to bring her over the edge. And that was exactly his mission. He wanted and needed to bring her over the edge. In her bed. In his arms.

She locked her legs around him and arched her back so her chest was pushing him up from the bed. The orgasm came slowly but hit her with full force. Jack held her forcefully so she couldn't trash around and fall down from the bed. Soon something primal in her understood and she held onto him for dear life. She was groaning in pleasure and emitting primal sounds of satisfaction.

Jack was having serious troubles then. He didn't want to go there... not yet. But he was so damn close... those sounds should be illegal!

He was mesmerized. Not even in his wildest fantasies… this was incredible. And it made him really proud to know that she was like this in his arms. His. He felt possessive. And he didn't mind. She was his. His… She would probably kick his ass after finding the marks he managed to leave on her skin. And he would not be complaining. He would deserve it. Nobody should have the right to mark her like that. But he would want to see somebody else in his position struggling for self-control.

NO! Scratch that. He didn't want to. He would never want to! There would be nobody else, ever, being in his position. Never.

This instinctive need hit him like a hammer, with amazing blunt force. It made him kiss her again. She opened her lips to him, slowly coming down from the amazing high. This kiss was what they needed to slow down, it simply had to bring them back…

Jack didn't want to collapse on her. Before almost losing his sanity and consciousness, he managed to roll over and lie next to her.

It took Sam few minutes to gather her surroundings. She realized what had just happened. She felt the heat coming to her cheeks and neck. She must have been blushing! She couldn't feel Jack pressed to her. And that was wrong. Her mind managed to register that fact. She started to look around and spotted him next to her. She turned over to lie on her side, facing him.

Jack did the same. He reached for her hand and took it in his. He was afraid that with more contact he would try to do anything and everything to make her lose it like that again.

"Hi…"

She whispered softly, her eyes beaming at him, her face blushing.

"Hey…"

"I don't know what to say…"

"Me neither."

"This was… I mean…"

He could only grin at her. His eyes were full of life, full of lust and full of something she couldn't describe.

She felt the strangest desire to justify herself, to explain. He must have seen it in her eyes. He put his finger over her lips to silence her.

"Hey… stop thinking."

"I…"

Suddenly her expression changed, features softened and her lips began to tremble a bit.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know…"

After noticing first tears in her eyes he pulled her close to his side. She snuggled close to him and let him hold her. It could have been the emotional explosion she was just put through moment ago. And it could also be something completely different. She wasn't sure. She just wanted him to hold her.

"Sam… talk to me."

That was something she hadn't expected to hear. She needed few minutes of his gentle touches and kisses before being able to respond.

"I guess I'm just … embarrassed."

"Trust me, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I lost it… and you haven't even touched…"

"Oh… Oh."

"Sir?"

"So totally wrong to hear you calling me sir right now."

"Sorry… it slipped."

He kissed her forehead and whispered 'you're forgiven' to her.

"I have never seen anything more beautiful and breathtaking than this, than you… right then... here with me... it was..."

"It has never happened to me before."

"You mean you never… ehm… never…"

"Oh, no! I mean yes! No! Christ… I mean that I would usually need more to reach that point."

"Well…"

"This was the best one. Ever."

"Ever?"

"Yes. And I still have my bra and panties on."

She turned a bit. She wanted to look into his eyes. She hated herself while being so emotional and confused but being this close to him was nice. She needed him in that moment. She felt vulnerable after the little … show.

"Thank you…"

She said so softly and quietly that he almost missed it. She kissed his lips gently and smiled at him. She felt content.

"No problem, Carter, no problem…"

She giggled then and he grinned back at her. They would be okay… But then her eyes travelled south and she noticed his state of arousal.

"Ehm… you…"

"Don't say a word."

"But…"

"No buts…"

"I could…"

"You could what?"

"Help…?"

"Oh."

And once again that even she made the big USAF Colonel O'Neill blush. She didn't want to wait for an answer. But he stopped her hands. At first she felt hurt. He didn't want her? What was wrong? Didn't he trust her?

"Sam… if we go there, things will be over too soon."

She smiled at him again and settled back into his arms. They were just caressing each other's skin, murmuring sweet nothings and moaning every now and then. The tension was there again, coming up and up, step by step, slowly. They both could feel it. It was welcomed this time and less feared than before.

"Do you want to know what they suggest in the book as a next step?"

"I'm not really sure."

"Why?"

"You trying to kill me, Carter?"

"Never…."

She purred into his ear and nibbled his earlobe. He had to stop her again. Both laughing and tickling each other, enjoying the simple fact that they've been together there in her bed, feeling aroused, excited, loved, cherished… but also vulnerable and also not knowing what to expect.

Sam ended up on her back. Jack was leaning over her, his weight put on his forearms so he wouldn't crush her. She was drawing lazy circles on his back and shoulders and in the same time she was running her foot up and down his calf, stopping below his knee. She had discovered some time ago that that particular spot was very sensitive… and that he was very responsive to being stimulated there.

"Okay… so what is the next step?"

"Have you ever tried undressing your partner…?

"What's the catch?"

"Would you let me finish?"

"Sorry... "

"Kiss me and you're forgiven."

"Playful? Hmm... I think I like that right now."

And he kissed her. It left her breathless and panting for more... that bastard had his ways how to make her obey his wishes... maybe she had started way too dangerous game... well, she was enjoying it. She wouldn't stop. Not now... probably not ever.

"So?"

"So...? Oh. Well, yes. Do you think you would manage to undress... me... without using your hands?"

A/N: I wanted to end later but I feel like crap … so this place is also good for a pause, right? I'm sorry folks but my teeth are killing me... I really have to lie down. I wanted to finish the chapter but I can't :o(( The undressing game and some 'consequences' were supposed to be here but they're gonna appear later. Well this way you have at least small idea about what to expect... :o)) Hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway! :o))