Late that evening:
Everyone had eventually ended up at what was currently being referred to by their friends as Jack and Sam's house or Sam and Jack's house depending on who you asked. With the exception of one Lorin Kline who enjoyed her fish and watching Jack and Sam interact with their children before heading home herself and wishing perhaps handsome young Jon O'Neill was just a tad older.
Everyone had eaten too much then gone back to the house to eat a little too much more. Daniel and Vala had passed out on the sofa bed in the den. Well, Daniel had passed out, Vala had given up on pouring him into the car and opted to just stay at Jack's insistence. Carolyn who had to work the next day had stayed sober and driven Cam home after Teal'c assured her that he'd take her father back to his house before turning in for the night himself.
The boys who had clung to Jack like barnacles most of the night in spite of reassurances that he really did mean it and wasn't going to change his mind about it in the morning were cuddled up like puppies with Hutch in Jack's old recliner that had been brought into the living room.
Sam was currently sprawled half asleep across Jack's chest on the couch. Jack himself had stretched out there as the party wound down having no intention at all of leaving any time soon for the base even though he'd drank little. Sam was similarly mostly sober, suffering more from emotional exhaustion over the day's events.
Currently Jack was tracing lazy patterns on Sam's skin where her sweater had ridden up on her back. She hummed sleepily with pleasure. Not really aware she said it out loud at first, Sam murmured "Keep that up and you won't have to sleep on the couch."
"Make comments like that and you're going to wake up with a really silly smile on your face tomorrow Carter." He said sleepily and nuzzled her ear affectionately.
Sam's brain caught up with their conversation and she lifted her head to look in his eyes. "Jack." She said to him, her voice soft.
"Oh this is a really bad idea Samantha." He told her before sliding his fingers into her hair and claiming her mouth in a searing kiss.
Sam hummed in agreement but kissed him back, a soft sigh of surrender escaped her lips as her fingers tugged his shirt free.
Jack sat up, not breaking contact but his lips moved from her mouth to her neck and trailed hot moist licks and nibbles on his way toward her shoulder. He knew what turned her on and she'd made it pretty clear he had a green light here. He wasn't stopping unless she told him to.
Normally he'd be perfectly happy to make love to her on the couch but the kids were asleep in the chair a few feet away so he worked his way into a standing position, his fingers having slid under her sweater and stroked the silky skin of her sides and back before dipping into her waistband. He tugged and nudged her in the direction of the kitchen and therefore the stairs.
Rather than object, Sam's fingers were eagerly exploring him back. Her mouth trailing along his jaw, his ear then claiming his mouth again only to moan and invite his tongue to invade her. They almost stumbled when they reached the stairs and broke the kiss long enough to look into each other's eyes. Heat and desire reflected in each other's gaze and without a word they quietly moved up the stairs side by side only to draw together at the upper landing.
"Sam.."- he got no further. She put her fingers over his mouth then pulled him by his waistband to the bedroom. His bedroom, her bed. She was afraid if they talked it might break the spell. They stumbled back onto the bed and he pulled her sweater up and off. She was self-conscious of her post baby body for just a moment but the desire in his eyes didn't abate at the sight of her softer stomach or the stretch makes on her breasts as he removed her bra and soon she forgot he hadn't been looking at her body for years.
Jack tugged his tee-shirt off and pulled her close, skin to skin as he went back to nibbling and tasting the sensitive spots on her neck and shoulders.
Sam moaned softly and arched her hips against his which made him growl with lust. He rolled over on top of her and pinned her hips under his own, pressing into her and grinding against her as he grazed his teeth on the base of her neck. She curled her hands against his chest then slid them around his sides, pulling him harder against her.
Jack popped the button of her pants and tugged them until he could slide his fingers against her. "Jack" she breathed and kicked at her pant legs until the offending garment was no longer on her. "Please." She asked him softly. "Please."
Jack needed no further encouragement and made quick work of his belt and button himself. He pulled his jeans and shorts off in a single motion before returning to the cradle of her legs. She was ready for him and unable to resist the soft pleas from her he slid into her as he claimed her mouth. Locked against her his he lifted his head and gazed at her in wonder. Giving her one final chance to regain her senses and tell him to leave but all she did was grip him by his hips and arch her hips into him hard.
Jack wasn't a young man and it had been many long years since he'd last made love to a woman but his body had not forgotten what it was to make love to this woman and they fell into a familiar rhythm that had her whimpering his name over and over and just as she was about to find her release his fingers slipped between her folds to stroke her clit until her orgasm went from sweet release to a haze of white light and uncontrolled spasms.
He claimed her mouth before she cried out, her 'ah' of release muffled by his swift tongue and he found himself unable to resist the pull of her trembling body he rammed his hips uncontrollably against hers as he joined her before collapsing against her body, clutching her as he shook with the aftershock of how quickly they had both lost control.
He lay there panting for a moment, eyes closed, his face buried against her hair. The hands whose fingers had dug into his ass as she came, leaving furrows and having been part of what drove him to lose control slid around his waist and held him tightly to her. Unwilling or unable to let him disengage.
He should tell her they shouldn't have done this but he couldn't hurt her that way again. He never should have hurt her that way in the first place. He needed to enact the contingency plan that was all. His kids deserved a father who taught them what it was to be loved and to show their mom she's loved. He couldn't do that without neutralizing the threat so he'd neutralize the threat. It was what he did. In any case, she deserved to know how he felt about her.
Sam let out a sleepy sated hum that was so familiar and he'd missed every day of his life for the last nine years. Jack sighed. They could talk in the morning. For now, he'd let her sleep. He tugged at the comforter they had swept aside with his toe and worked it over them as he slid off her so he could pull her back against his chest.
"I love you so much Samantha Carter. Nothing can change that." He told her even though she was asleep. He'd tell her again in the morning and he'd keep telling her until she believed him and had the courage to say it back.
