A/N: This is pure fluff and very rated M, thanks for the reviews, I will be updating more regularly this week.
Jack had pulled out all the snacks he had lying around the house and forget that Sam preferred diet soda; he didn't have any so regular would have to do. He grabbed an Air Force sweater and waited for the doorbell to ring.
He found Sam wearing a pair of jeans that weren't overly tight but showed off her body she been wearing a dark green button-up. Sam smiled at him in his jeans in a t-shirt and wondered if she was too overdressed but didn't say anything.
"Great, are you ready?" Jack asked.
Sam nodded.
"Alright. Great, let's get going," Jack stated.
She got in the passenger side, and they drove south. Sam wasn't too sure where they were going. Jack flipped his turns signal, and Sam was still at a loss, she figured it out when they turned into the drive-in movies.
"Jack!" Sam claimed.
"What I figured it would be nice to watch, whatever it is they're playing," Jack stated.
Sam laughed.
"Yes, I am sure I will enjoy Space Cowboys and Coyote Ugly," Sam stated as she read off the sign.
"See space, what could go wrong?" Jack asked.
"Do you want to stay in the cab, or sit in the bed of the truck?" Jack asked.
"It depends on what you have in mind," Sam claimed.
Jack's eyebrows raised slightly.
"Well, I came to enjoy two movies," Jack claimed.
Sam laughed.
All right, I guess the bed of the truck would leave more unobstructed views Sam claimed.
Jack sighed, not really wanting to sit in the bed of the truck that he hadn't taken to get washed in a few weeks, but he did ask and walked himself right into that one.
Jack backed into the spot, hopping out of the truck and bringing down the tailgate, he was going to help Sam up, but she was the one helping him with his bad knees.
"Maybe this wasn't a good idea, I mean, your knees," Sam claimed.
"I don't know you said something about unobstructed views."
"It's not very comfortable" Sam mentioned.
"Hmm, you're right." Jack got out of the bed of the truck and turned the truck around Sam, still hanging in the back, people watching. There were several families here. She wasn't sure why with the movie choices, but it was something to do, and both were rated PG-13. Jack got back out of the truck.
"They have the best pizza here, you want some?" Jack asked.
"Yeah," Sam stated and hopped out of the truck bed, closing the gate.
They got back to the truck pizza and diet Coke for Sam. The movie was starting.
Sam had got irked quickly with all the quack science in the movie.
Jack was laughing at her for pointing out the 1000 things wrong with it.
She swatted at him. Sam noticed how cold it was getting and pulled on her Sweater. Jack wasn't too cold yet but leaned and wrapped her arms around her. Sam ended up sitting on the console halfway in Jack's lap, but neither was complaining. Sam had enough of the movie and its flaws, and looked at Jack instead and started kissing him.
"I was watching that!" He claimed.
Sam laughed.
"By all means," Sam began to pull away.
Jack pulled her back.
"You're much prettier to look at," Jack stated.
Sam smiled at him and kissed him again.
Sam noticed out Jack's side window the people next to them were a family with 2 younger kids, and she pulled away watching them instead.
"The kid's eyes were glued to the screen, but she met the eyes of the mother for a second, blushing that she was in Jack's lap.
She pulled back onto the console; her head leaned against his. He followed Sam's gaze to the kids.
"They aren't paying attention to us," Jack stated.
"They aren't, but their mom is. I made eye contact with her." Sam claimed.
"Ouch," Jack stated.
So while they still kissed time to time, they tried to keep the focus on the screen.
The movie ended, and Sam wasn't completely horrified by it but was still complaining about how inaccurate it was. There was a 15-minute intermission before the second movie started, and the family next too them took it as their cue to leave. About 40% of the people had left, and Jack asked Sam if she wanted to stay for the second movie. Neither knew what Coyote Ugly was about nor did they know Space Cowboys.
"It's up to you. We won't be back until late, closer too 0200, it's up to you, you're driving," Sam claimed.
Jack hesitated for a minute and decided that it was getting late, and the drive back always seemed much longer.
Jack took off towards the exit, making it home at midnight.
"You coming in?" Jack asked.
"You want me to?" Sam asked.
"Of course I want you too," Jack stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Sam blushed and allowed him to invite her in.
Jack told her to make herself at home as he grabbed 2 beers, and turned on the TV flipping through until it landed on something he recognized. He put his arm around Sam, and she pulled herself into him.
After a few minutes, Jack claimed. "Not that Space Indians wasn't good, but I enjoy this a lot better."
Sam smiled and wiggled her way even closer, looking up at Jack and kissing his lips.
"A lot more private here, too," Sam mentioned. Between the kisses.
Jack sighed at the words, Sam had taken control, and she was kissing him, and he wasn't sure when or how but he was lying on his couch with Sam Carter on top of him. He felt the electric spark. He wasn't used to Sam being in control, but he loved it. He was so turned on by this that when Sam accidentally brushed up against his length, he bucked involuntarily. Sam smiled at feeling him, and Jack took it as a good sign.
She kept teasing, kissing his lips, his chin, his ear, down on his neck, and he was dizzy with excitement.
Sam felt like a giddy teenager, dating the football star. She felt silly but kept going enjoying herself and enjoying Jack's rigid sounds, not quite moaning but not grunting. It was a clear sign of approval, and Sam would do anything to get it to continue. Sam finally allowed her hips to meet his and felt Jacks' jeans tenting harder than before.
"Sam?" he breathed.
"I know," Sam admitted.
"Do you want this tonight?" Sam asked.
He looked at her like she had 3 heads.
"Do you?" He asked after giving himself a few seconds.
"Yeah, I do," Sam admitted.
Jack smiled.
"Me too, you want our first time on the Couch?" Jack asked.
Sam looked around for a second deciding a quickie on the couch wasn't the way she wanted this memory to last. So she shook her head no, and he lead her into his bedroom.
Sam wasn't nervous about the actual sex part. She was worried about everything leading up to it.
Sam was a planner, and she really didn't plan on sex tonight. She imagined it could be in the cards. She knew it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
Jack had gone to the bathroom first, and Sam had run out to his main bathroom, hoping to be quicker than him.
She failed at that when she heard him yell out for her.
"Just a second." She yelled as she dried her hands, looked herself over in the mirror, and took a big deep breath in then out.
She walked back to his bedroom. He had ditched his pants, and Sam couldn't help but stare at the bulge for a second before meeting his eyes.
Jack didn't say anything to her, just met her at the door and held her.
Sam felt a peace about her whenever his arms were wrapped around her. It was a calming she hadn't felt before him, and even though she knew what the plans were, she wouldn't mind him holding her just like this all night.
Sam felt Jack slip a hand under her shirt and then the other. She smiled at him and pulled back to look in his eyes.
Sam had already unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, and Jack pulled it over her head like a t-shirt, and she couldn't help but laugh. She had an undershirt on which frustrated Jack he pulled it off quickly. She laughed at him again.
He smirked back at her.
Sam is pulling at Jacks's shirt, and he pulls it off himself quickly, but Sam wines because she wanted the luxury of taking it off herself.
"Next time," Jack whispers, and Sam's knees buckle. He already believes there is a next time, and Sam is looking forward to that even more than now because that meant a future with Jack O'Neill. She kisses his lips, and her hands grab all over his chest his and back. She rakes her fingers down his abs, and his muscles twitch, and she can't help but feel the power of making Jack feel this way. She sighs a breath of relief, knowing he is feeling the same way she is.
They get back to the bed, and Sam feels like her brain is in a fog. Her body is on fire by Jack's touch, and the anticipation is driving her insane. He is teasing her, and she is doing it right back to him. This game is getting frustrating very quickly, and when Jack dips his hand just low enough, Sam grabs it and pushes it towards her center, and Sam moans out, and Jack can't help but smirk at her. When Sam teases him again, he bucks his hips in appreciation. Sam is pulling at his boxers in one go, and Sam can't help but eye his length for just a moment.
She doesn't say anything about it but wraps her hand around him, and he can't help but twitch.
Jack is pulling at her underwear, and she pulls them down.
Sam gazes up to his eyes, and they are kissing, his hardness on her thigh, poking towards her center, and after a few seconds, Jack realizes what they're doing. He is unsure how he got to this point in his life, but he was happy he had gotten here with her.
He's thinking about flipping her over, but damn, the view of her over him was too much, and he was quite sure he would admire her beauty for as long as she would allow.
After realizing that he was doing nothing more than lying there, he started touching her again. Brushing her side touching her breasts, rubbing his thumb over a nipple, and that's when her breath hitched. Jack was excited to hear the noise, she was squirming, where he knew he was up against her, the friction making her moan out, and Jack moved in waves, sending her over the edge, quickly.
Sam turned her hips. She was soaking wet, and without too much effort, lined him up and pushed onto him. Jack moaned at the contact. Sam was already tightening around him, and he choked.
"Sam!" He cried out.
Sam smiled and picked up her pace, a pace that Jack wasn't sure he could keep up with, and then she went even faster, making him completely lose it after a few minutes.
Sam felt the stickiness and slowed down, contracting around him, making him shutter each time.
"Jeeze, Sam, you're going to give an old man a heart attack." Jack joked.
She clinched one more time to spite him, and he hissed at her. She smiled.
They were both panting but smiling, and Sam still was over top of him.
Jack pushed on the middle of her back trying to get the point across that she could relax, and she did, putting more weight on his chest, before pulling her hips up, and they both instantly felt the lack of each other, Sam moved to his side not wanting to give up his warmth.
Sam turned her head, thinking about what they had just done and let her happy tears fall. This was something she didn't think was going to happen, and she damn sure didn't want Jack to think she regretted it. She let the tears slide down. Jack turned over and wrapped around his arm around her for only a moment before laying it across her side. Sam jerked at where his fingers tip landed.
Jack grinned at her body's reaction to him and slowly moved his fingers around her body, seeing where he could get a response.
Sam was loving the sparks but annoyed how easily they came when it was Jack touching her. No one had ever done this to her, not like him, it was different. Sam knew it wasn't because of what they were doing because she has done this plenty before, it was because of who she was with. Sam was content to stay in that bed for the rest of her life at that moment. She finally had Jack O'Neill, and she was pretty sure there was a no return policy. She couldn't let him go if she tried.
Sam finally turned back over, her tears had dried, and she had the biggest smile on her face, one she just couldn't take off.
Jack smiled back.
"This is really nice, Jack," Sam claimed.
"It is Sam, it really is." Jack agreed.
Sam began kissing Jack again, and Jack had decided it was his turn, he turned her on her back, and now he was over the top of her, her eyes were dilated, and although Jack had the hunger, he wasn't sure if round two was in the cards for himself. Jack kissed his way down her circling her nipples with his tongue. She was bucking her hips, begging him to touch her in some way, and when he reaches his fingers down to her, she moans in pleasure and bucks her hips, and Jack can't help but smile.
He sticks 2 fingers inside, and Sam is begging him for more. She is breathing heavily, and Jack can tell she's at the tipping point, but she hasn't gone off the edge.
"Please," Sam begs him, and he growls. He feels himself hard again and pushes into her. She moans out when he enters her for the second time, and the feeling is different this time, but still just as good, and he's pushing into her. He can tell she is just about there, he angles himself a different way and her moans are more intense. He is concentrating on finding what she needs. He swipes a nipple again, and her breath becomes shallow, so he focuses on those exact spots, and she lets out a haggard breath. She is sucking him in so hard, its a pleasurable pain and he keeps up the pace, and before he knows what is happening, he gets his second release, and Sam soon follows.
It's late, and they are both sticky, but neither care and Sam is now giggling in her afterglow, and Jack can't help but laugh at this ineradicable feeling.
Sam thinks about getting up and washing up, but she doesn't trust her legs, so she lays there. Jack is convinced this is the most realistic dream he's ever had, and he's afraid if he breaths wrong he will wake up, so the two lay side by side, and fall asleep.