A/N: This chapter is pretty much involves Sam, Jack, some walls and a bed. If that ain't your thing, feel free to use your imagination and skip it.

Consider yourself so warned!

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Sam grabbed Jack's hand, pushed herself off the door with her foot and yanked him in the direction of the bedroom. Halfway down the hallway, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, spun her to face him and pinned her to the wall with his chest, one palm flat against the wall over her head. He pressed his lips to hers as his free hand traced the curve of her hip above the fabric of her dress.

"Jack..." she said in a warning tone. He pulled away slightly to rest his forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry, just... that dress, your curves..." he closed his eyes for a second, catching his breath. "It's not just that either, I... for crying out loud, I..." Sensing that Jack was having trouble, Sam reached up and ran her fingers through his spiky fringe making it stick up at even crazier angles.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, her face full of concern.

Jack bowed his head and then looked straight into her eyes.

"You know I love you, right?" He waved a hand at her. "I mean this is, wow, seriously, but you're so, so much more..." he trailed off.

Sam cupped his face with her hands and smiled reassuringly at him.

"Yeah I think I got that," she said with a hint of amusement.

Jack placed a hand on the back of his neck and dropped his chin to the floor.

"Sorry, I kind of killed the mood there," he said self-deprecatingly.

"Yes, because most women find men telling them they're in love with them such a passion killer!" Sam answered with a tilted eyebrow and a level of sarcasm worthy of Jack himself. His head shot up to meet her twinkling gaze. She placed two fingers across his lips to silence him.

"Before you can interrupt me again," she added, "just for the record, I feel the same way. There were so many times I wished... but it never made me love you any less."

Jack grinned.

"Got you with my sparkling wit, did I?" He said smugly, making Sam laugh and lean forward to bury her head in his chest. She lifted her head to look at him when the giggles subsided.

"Well, that and your impressive sidearm," she said with a wink and off his confused face added "Antarctica".

"Ah!", he responded.

"Speaking of..." she replied mischievously, pressing her chest against his and sliding a hand across the unusually taught fabric of his trousers and making him jump. "Mind if we continue this conversation with fewer layers?"

Jack grinned.

"And that, right there, is one of the many reasons I love you!" he exclaimed as she frowned in confusion. "The lady knows how to apply correct grammar," he explained.

Sam held up a hand in a stop motion.

"Wait a minute, grammar is a turn-on for you?"

Jack looked a little sheepish at having admitted that.

"So that's why you're always correcting people? Because it annoys you?"

Jack blushed slightly and tried to change the subject.

"So... you were saying something about getting you out of that dress? Because I'll gladly help with your zipper..."

Sam stepped away from him towards her bedroom when Jack reached for her and spun her to face him, gripping her hands in a perfect ballroom pose in a single smooth motion. He began humming a gentle tune in her ear and swayed Sam from side to side in his arms. She nuzzled closer to him and breathed in his scent. After a few seconds she began quietly humming along with him. Feeling the vibrations on his neck, he pulled back and looked at her.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked softly and Sam grinned at him in response.

"Humming."

Jack's eyes darkened as he closed the distance between them, lifting Sam's chin and crushing his lips to hers, his tongue searching for hers, stroking, tasting, claiming her. A shocked gasp was lost in his lips as she responded just as fervently to his touch. Her hands grabbed his shirt and untucked it from his waistband, finally coming into contact with warm skin. Jack reluctantly pulled away, both gasping for breath. Sam took his hand and stepped backwards, leading him down the hallway. Pulling him closer, she stared into his eyes to find a jumble of heat, love and... hurt? Sam paused at the threshold, trying to work out why- oh! Ducking her head, she looked up into his silently questioning gaze.

"You've been waiting to do that ever since the elevator." It was a statement rather than a question.

The way Jack looked away from her and over her shoulder gave her her answer.

"I'm sorry, Jack-" she began but he silenced her with a finger across her lips.

"No apologies," he stated firmly. "I... just wanted you to be happy, Sam. And if it couldn't be me then I'm just happy someone did." Jack smiled slyly, "Doesn't mean I wasn't jealous enough to not want to press you up against that wall and make you forget about him though."

Sam sighed, guilt washing over her, and closed her eyes.

"He was a nice guy but his biggest problem was that he would never be..." she trailed off, her shoulders stiffening and her fingers suddenly reaching to pull down invisible shirt cuffs awkwardly at what she'd almost confessed.

Jack donned what could only be categorised as a smug bastard smirk and his eyes twinkled.

"... a certain sarcastic, amazingly brilliant General?"

Sam bit her lip self-consciously.

"You missed 'hot'," she added with an eyebrow twitch and a slow smile.

"Hot, you say? Hmm... tell me more, he sounds like quite a guy..."

Sam grabbed his shirt collar and led him backwards until her legs hit the bed.

"Uh huh," she hummed, her fingers deftly working on unfastening the buttons on his shirt as he kissed his way down her neck. Sam shuddered and she could feel Jack's lips form a smile. Once divested of his shirt, she began swiftly working on his belt and top button. Jack felt for the zipper on her dress and gently tugged it down. Sam shrugged the dress loose and it fell from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Jack sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze dropped from her shoulder along the length of her body and down those legs that went on forever. Her only remaining clothing was a scrap of black lace and a pair of three inch strappy sandals. She continued to remove Jack's pants with a few swift movements until he was kicking off his shoes, pulling off his socks and standing in front of her wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts. She hooked a finger under the waistband, leaned back across the bed and pulled him down so that he was straddling her.

"God, Sam, you're perfect..." he mumbled as he lowered his lips to her breasts, nibbling and sucking until she gasped for breath. His kisses trailed down her abdomen until he reached the tiny piece of lace. He gently tugged at the ribbons each side and the lace fell away. He balled it up in his hands and noted with smugness that it was soaked before throwing it over his shoulder. Sam looked up at him as he lifted himself above her to capture her lips.

"You not going to remove my shoes?" She enquired. He grinned.

"Nope!"

She smirked at him before meeting his lips halfway. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she hooked her ankles together and pulled him down towards her, pressing herself into the soft cotton of his boxers. She groaned into his mouth and began tugging his boxers down over his hips. He lifted himself off her just long enough to remove the offending shorts and she flung them onto the floor. Using his precarious balancing on his arms and feet to her advantage, Sam gripped him harder with her thighs and flipped them over so that she was now leaning over him, a sandal-clad foot each side of his knees. His head hit the mattress and he drew in a sharp breath in surprise.

"My turn," she stated firmly before trailing kisses along his collarbone and tracing a finger along the lines of his abs and gently stroking him, swallowing his gasp with her lips on his and stroking his tongue with hers. She slowly lowered herself down onto him, letting out a low whimper which was almost drowned out by Jack's corresponding growl of approval. He rolled them over until he was nestled between her thighs propped up on his elbows to avoid squashing her. Sam thrust up to meet him as he agonisingly slowly thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down until his entire weight was on top of her chest then arched her back like a cat, her breasts crushed against his firm chest. His tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, his mouth imitating the ebb and flow of pressure on her hips. Beads of sweat began to form along her collarbone and Jack's tongue lapped them up as she licked her way along the taught tendon in his neck. They moved together in silence save for the occasional gasp or moan of pleasure and Jack could feel slight panic rising in his chest at just how much this woman had wormed her way into his heart. Sam felt the rush of adrenaline and caught a brief glimpse of fear in his eyes. She slowed her hips and reached up between them to touch his cheek.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned she'd done something wrong. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts.

"It's nothing," he replied tensely. Sam froze.

"Jack, please..." she pleaded. "Tell me."

"I... it's nothing."

Sam gave him a soft 'spit it' glare. Closing his eyes and pinching his nose, he swallowed loudly.

"I don't want to lose you," he confessed almost in a whisper. "It was close there for a moment."

Sam smiled warmly at him.

"I'm here, Jack," she reassured him, "I'm here."

He buried his head in her chest as she pulled him down, gently holding him to her and placing light kisses on the top of his head. She'd never seen this side of Jack before, the unsure and fragile side that he buried deep beneath an armour of humour and indifference. The side that Daniel had once spoken to her about when she'd asked him about that first trip to Abydos.

She tilted his chin up to meet her eyes and firmly kissed him, slowly grinding her hips against his as they resumed their previous rhythm. He trailed a hand down her side from her ribs to her hips and squeezed the soft flesh under his hand. Sam gasped and grabbed a handful of muscles in his back as her fingernails dug into his skin, pulling him tighter to her. Jack quickened the pace as he could feel Sam begin to tremble beneath him, her breaths now coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. He pressed himself deep into her, stroking a thumb across her nipple and making her arch up to meet him. Leaning down to her ear, his breath tickled her skin.

"Come for me, Samantha," he whispered in her ear as she shuddered beneath him, gasping for each breath. She was vaguely aware of his smile against her ear as she called his name, every nerve ending on fire as her internal muscles clenched him tightly over and over. Then he was moaning her name and holding her tightly before collapsing on her chest, gasping for air.

They lay together just breathing for several minutes, unable to speak. Finally Jack lifted his head and placed a lazy kiss on her lips.

"Well, that was... something," he said with a grin, "Never pegged you as a screamer though!"

Sam giggled against his chest and half-heartedly swatted him with her hand.

"You're one to talk!" she exclaimed, her cheeks turning pink.

"What can I say? Now I can use your name it'd be rude of me not to!" He nipped at her ear. "In fact... wanna go again?" He whispered in her ear, making her shudder. She raised an eyebrow at him and stared down at his hips questioningly. Blushing slightly and waving a hand in that general direction, he rolled off her and onto his back, breathing deeply.

"Yeah... give me five minutes," he added, closing his eyes. "Ok, maybe ten."

Sam snorted.

"Hey, I'm not as young as I used to be!" he exclaimed defensively and Sam rolled onto her side, her hand stroking lazily up and down his chest.

"Could've fooled me"

Her stomach rumbled and Jack opened one eye to look at her.

"How 'bout we eat first?" He asked, motioning towards her growling stomach. "Keep our energy reserves up?"

Sam made to get up but Jack grabbed her round her waist and pulled her back down, rolling on top of her and kissing her deeply. She smiled seductively at him when he pulled away.

"I could do with a shower...wanna join me?"

Jack winked at her.

"You, me, naked, lathered up...you even need to ask?"

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A/N: As always, reviews are much appreciated. Thank you for sticking with me so far! :)