Friends with benefits

Chapter 12

All mistakes are mine.

Jack had a going away cookout for Teal'c and Sam. Lots of people from the SGC attended, which kept Jack busy at the grill. As the crowd dwindled and the cleanup began Sam cornered Jack in his kitchen.

"I'm making lasagna tomorrow."

"That's ambitious."

Sam shrugged. "It's a bit time consuming, since I make the sauce from scratch, but it will give me plenty of leftovers to keep me going for a week or longer."

"From scratch, huh." Jack was wiping food off plates into the trash and loading them into the dishwasher.

"I thought you might like to come over and join me for dinner."

He looked over at her. She was working hard to hide her nervousness, but he could tell. "I'd like that." She technically wasn't in his chain of command anymore, as of yesterday, and he'd been tempted to touch her more than once during the evening, but he'd held back. He didn't want people to assume they'd been together before the recent change in command.

"Good." She gave him a shy smile. "Good." Her head was bobbing. "I know how things can go sideways so just call when you're leaving the mountain."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yeah." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "I should say good-bye to Teal'c one more time and then head home."

She was bouncing on her toes as she left his kitchen and he noticed, which made his heart a little lighter. He'd been trying to decide how long he needed to wait and how best to ask her out, but he wasn't surprised she had beaten him to the punch.

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The knock at her door made a shiver go down her spine. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door.

"Hi." She gave him a beaming smile. He quickly scanned her from head to toe. She was wearing a bit more makeup than most days and a pink dress with buttons down the front. He wondered if she had purposefully left the top three buttons undone. Her feet were bare, and her toes matched the pink of her dress.

"Hi." He held out a pink and blue box. "I brought dessert." He shrugged. "My mother said I should never show up for dinner at a friend's house empty handed." He was wearing dark brown khakis and a light tan sweater.

The word 'friend' bounced around inside her skull as she looked inside the box and saw two bakery decorated cupcakes, one chocolate and one vanilla. "They look delicious." She took a step back. "Come on in."

He followed her into the kitchen, sitting the cupcakes on the counter. She took two pans of lasagna out of the refrigerator and laid them on the stovetop while she opened the oven door. She lined them up side by side in the oven and closed the door.

"Two pans?"

"I made a lot of sauce." She turned towards him and wiped her hands on her dress. "I'm here for three weeks before I leave so I have time to eat the leftovers." She tilted her head. "If you're a good boy I might even send you home with some."

"Doesn't bringing cupcakes count as being a good boy."

She stepped up close to him, closer than she usually allowed herself to get. "It's a good start."

"What else can I do?" His voice was thick with tension.

She laid her hand flat on his chest. She stepped even closer as she slid her hand up and around his neck. She tilted her head and closed her eyes, hoping he wouldn't disappoint her.

When his lips met hers, she felt her abdominal muscles twitch and tighten. His hands moved to her hips as her lips opened for him. He took full advantage of her offer, using his tongue to explore the roof of her mouth. When she wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked his hips bucked.

She slid her hand back down and under the edge of his sweater, disappointed to feel a t-shirt under the sweater. As she started untucking his shirt he let go of her hips and grabbed her wrists.

"Sam?" He looked into her eyes. "Shouldn't we slow down?"

"Why?" She swallowed, tamping down on her fear of rejection.

His eyes moved down to her lips then back up, meeting her gaze. "I don't know." She was ready when he bent his head, meeting his lips with a passion she'd been hiding from him for years. He let go of her wrists and moved his hands back to her hips. She pressed her body against him even as she simultaneously tried to tug on his shirt. He pulled his head back from her. "This doesn't seem like the right venue."

Sam nodded as she tried to reign in her need to keep touching him. She wrapped her fingers around the palm of his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and down the hall. She said nothing as she opened the door to her bedroom. Once she was in the room, she turned back towards him and touched the bottom edge of his sweater, lifting up. She looked up at him as she pulled the sweater over his head. His eyes were dark and intense, making a shiver run through her body.

He reached out and unbuttoned two of the buttons on her dress, exposing the edges of her pink lacy bra. His thumbs traced the lace as she untucked the rest of his shirt. He opened two more buttons before pulling her against him, pressing his lips against hers. His lips nipped along her jawline and down her neck, making her fingers dig into his shoulders.

"Oh yes, Jack." His teeth pressed against her collarbone at the sound of his name. She bunched his t-shirt in her hands, pulling it over the back of his head and interrupting his kisses to get it over his head. As he refocused on her lips, sucking her tongue between his lips she opened a few more buttons on her dress, just enough to let it slide off her shoulders. It bunched at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her matching bra and panties.

Jack felt the fabric fall. He pulled his head back to look at her, admiring her beauty and openness. His hands cupped her breasts as his thumbs traced the edge of her bra cups. He felt the shiver run through her as she gasped. His hands slid around to her back so he could unclasp her bra. He used his thumbs to slide the straps down her arms. As he was removing her bra, she unbuttoned the fly of his khakis and slid the zipper down.

"Lay down."

She liked that it was a request not an order. She sat on the edge of the bed and then scooted back far enough to make room for him. He let his khakis fall around his ankles before kneeling on the edge of the bed. She briefly saw the red and blue stripes on his boxers before her view was obscured by his head moving down to capture her right nipple in his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he lavished her breast with his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to get closer but instead he slipped further down her body.

He curled his fingers in the top edge of her panties and pulled them down as she lifted her rear, helping him get them off. He kissed the inside of her thigh, slowly moving back up her body. She twitched as she anticipated his destination, anxious to feel his tongue probe her. She moaned as his thumbs opened her letting his tongue make a path up to her clit. When his tongue hit home, she shuttered and grabbed his head, begging him for more.

He obliged by wrapping his lips around her clit while sliding two fingers into her. He curled his fingers as his tongue flicked her clit. She moaned loudly, repeating his name. As her muscles tightened, she began repeating the word yes, occasionally punctuated with his name.

He knew he'd met his objective when she screamed her release. "Oh, God! Yes, Jack, Yes!"

He crawled up beside her and kissed her, sharing her taste with her, before slowly sliding his fingers out of her. As her senses came back, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his erection, impressed with the size of it. She'd had brief glimpses of him in his underwear a couple times off world when they shared a tent and in the locker room so she had assumed he was above average but feeling him erect was a new ball of wax. Her brain told her to pay back the lavish attention he had just gifted her by going down on him, but her body told her that she needed him inside her now.

Tonight, her body would win. She used her feet to slide his boxers down, freeing him. She widened her knees, opening herself as much as possible. He needed no other offer. She guided him to her entrance and tilted her hips as he pushed. He grunted and she moaned as he stilled after pushing in as far as possible. Their eyes locked for a moment before he kissed her, probing her mouth just as he was probing her below. Her muscles gripped him, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest.

He began moving, unable to hold off any longer. She met each thrust with equal fervor. He put his hand behind her left knee, pushing her leg towards her chest. The change in angle felt amazing for both of them. She reached between them and rubbed her clit as his thrusts increased in speed. He found his release moments before she had her second orgasm. He collapsed on top of her as he released her leg. She stretched under him as she found his lips for a slow deep kiss.

After he slipped out of her he rolled off and pulled her halfway on top of him. She nuzzled his neck as she got comfortable. They both sighed, eliciting a small chuckle from Sam.

He spread his fingers across her naked back. "Was this your plan when you invited me over for dinner?"

"Absolutely." She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. "That's why I waited until you were here before I put the lasagna in the oven."

"You always come up with the best plans."

She smiled as she twisted her head so she could see his profile. "I didn't think I could handle small talk over beer and appetizers like a normal first date." A muscle under his eye twitched, so she knew something was bothering him. "What?" He didn't answer. She reached up and placed her fingers on the side of his face, encouraging him to look at her. "Jack?"

"I can't do a one-night stand, not with you."

"That was never my intent." Her thumb traced his cheekbone. "I'll happily do small talk over beer and appetizers later, but tonight I needed this." She pushed herself up so she could look down on him. "I needed you, all of you." She leaned down and tenderly kissed him.

The over timer buzzed. Sam pulled back and gave him a dazzling smile. "Times up." She rolled off of him and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down and picking up his t-shirt. She slipped it on and stood.

"Hey, that's mine." He appreciated that it only barely covered her ass.

"Yep."

He reached out as she got to the door. "I think you forgot something."

"Nope." The timer was still buzzing.

"Like pants." He heard her giggle float down the hall.

He got up and slipped his boxers and khakis back on. When he got to the kitchen, she was pulling the second lasagna out of the oven and closing the door with her hip.

"Be careful. You don't want to get burned down there."

She snickered. "I'll be fine."

"Do you cook half naked often?"

"Not nearly often enough." She moved to the sink and washed her hands before getting out a tub of butter. She scooped out a couple spoonfuls and put them into a bowl. He watched her mix in garlic before sitting the bowl aside and pulling a loaf of bread off the top of the refrigerator. She started slicing the bread. "You could make yourself useful." She looked over her shoulder. "There's salad fixings in the refrigerator."

As Jack moved towards the refrigerator, she tisked and shook her head. "Wash your hands first."

He smirked, knowing she was thinking about where his hands had just been. "Yes, ma'am."

When she got done buttering the bread, she put the tray in the oven and reset the timer. "I think I'll clean up and find some pants while you finish the salads."

He reached out, snagging her hand. "You're right."

"I usually am but what was I right about this time?"

"This, this is right."

Jolinar's feelings for Martouf and Lantash flashed into her mind. Her memories of how Narim and Orlan felt about her floated to the surface. Those feelings had weighed her down for years because she didn't think she could ever find them for herself, but as she stood her in her kitchen looking at Jack she knew that she had what she had believed was beyond her reach. She finally had real love. "Yes, yes, it is."