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M.
Chapter 71
Friday, October 19, 2012.
For the entire week, he had dreamed about her. Jack dreamt about how he had cornered her against his kitchen counter, but there was no laughter to interrupt them. How she had pressed back into him before his hand tangled in her hair. How she had allowed him to move her head enough to kiss her.
He woke up every time when his lips were about to reach hers. Panting excited, and groaning in frustration at knowing that he couldn't kiss her, not even in his dreams. He'd ended up watching their old videos from surveillance and taking matters into his own hands.
So now, he was more than willing to get out of his house and be on his way to the cabin. At least, he wouldn't have the actual memory of having her warm body pressed close to his every time he glanced towards his kitchen. The memories of the cabin were old. Not as powerful anymore as the knowing she still reacted to his closeness.
It was knowing that what was driving him insane. Knowing it and having to pretend there wasn't a need pooling low, every time he focused on her. He knew she was struggling too. He'd noticed how her movements around him were now more controlled.
If they happened to share the lunch table. She would watch first where her glass was going to end up before lowering it. If only to avoid her hand grazing his. This not touching and avoiding closeness reminded him of those first years. Every once in a while, it made him smile.
He wasn't sure what had happened in the almost twelve years, since they got married and went separated ways. He was sure there was still a connection between them. That she still felt things… Feelings, he hoped… For him.
Jack was considering all this as he finished packing his things. To get on his way to the cabin. As usual, he was going to drive up there in the wee hours of the night. If only to have a moment to himself before he got there, and his family took over everything.
Lights were coming from the outside. That told him that someone had ended up confusing the streets once again. He had, after all, got himself a house at the end of a dead-end road. So, whoever it was most likely was using his driveway to turn around.
The lights didn't move back but rather turned off. He frowned. Something was off. He was now wondering if he should've left way earlier, instead of the usual time. Just to throw off whoever was there.
He walked to the first windows towards that side he found and peered outside. "Fuck…" he muttered as he noticed the white SUV. One he'd come to know in the past weeks. "There goes your chance at escaping that damned mountain." He muttered. As the driver walked down the driveway towards the house. Finally, under enough light for him to see. He frowned in confusion. "Maybe it's the first stop before heading there…" he thought.
Friday, October 19, 2012.
Since her return, Sam had issues feeling at ease in her blues. She thought it might be related to the brand-new medals. The ones she thought she didn't deserve or something to do with the stupid heels she wasn't used to wearing anymore. Then, she remembered that other than her time at the Pentagon. She had always felt a bit uncomfortable wearing them for the attention that brought to her. Whereas at the Pentagon and DC she could mix easily with the crowd. In places like the SGC, the blues stuck out like a sore thumb.
At the SGC, people wore civvies if their post was as a civilian consultant, or BDUs if they were military. Then, there were civilians like Daniel, who enjoyed the BDUs better than their own clothes. Over two months earlier, she'd decided that sticking to the blues was what she had to do, as Hammond had. Seeing Jack wearing his in that first meeting with Reynolds and that alien Chieftain had confirmed her choice was correct.
However, when he had dropped by her office to invite her to his party almost ten days earlier, he was wearing his BDUs.
She had tested using BDUs on base twice since. It didn't cause more surprises than the first day she'd showed up in civvies and got changed inside her VIP room. That had happened over a month ago and only because she had a meeting with P's teacher that day. Sam hadn't wanted to bring more attention to herself, or Parker by showing up to her school in her blues. So she had packed those for dressing up at the mountain. Showing up in one of the many black ensembles that comprised her civvies.
'God, this feels so weird,' she had thought back then. When the guards eyed her with surprise at not seeing her covered in her blues. She figured it wasn't so bad, that it was just the novelty of seeing her out of uniform.
'You aren't doing anything wrong,' she had to remind herself several times. Trying to convince herself that she'd changed at the mountain for years and it never had bothered like it did that day.
The rumor mill had gone crazy too. Comments on how well she looked. How General O'Neill was one lucky bastard for having banged her. Mixed with the already fueled rumors that had started since Daniel's comments at Janet's party.
It was just her luck that the moment she was on her way out of the mountain, dressed back in her black civvies, the unauthorized off-world activation went off, and she had to rush back in. She'd called Jessica to let her know she was going to be late. "I'll get ready the guests' room," Jessica said. Sam had agreed.
Rubbing her face tiredly, she checked her watch. SG-13 had an accident as they climbed a peak. That had required her to stay until SG-9 and SG-7 could be deployed to help them out. They were now all safely tucked in the infirmary. Broken legs and arms being the main result of SG-13s mission.
So, she was tired. Pissed off that something so stupid, like tripping on a rock, had resulted in four injured members. An hour debriefing around the infirmary, once they knew they were all out of danger. Then, another hour of debriefing from the rescue teams.
No one batted an eye when she moved around in her civvies anymore. Not when she was rushing from the secondary checkpoint back to level twenty-eight. Or when she joined SG-13 at the medical labs. Nor when she had gotten back to level twenty-seven to get to the last meeting of that day. Eyes followed, though. She could feel the eyes on her as she moved, but she decided there was nothing she could do about it anymore.
She had dropped into her chair, after all that, and looked at the one where Jack had sat to invite her to his birthday. She looked at the clock on her wall, the only add-on in her entire office, and smiled. "If I had to pick anyone, I wouldn't do it without. That would be you, Carter. I know that. I've been there too many fucking times." Her mind provided her with his voice.
Could she? Should she?
She shook her head, "he is on his way to Minnesota, Sam," she said, rolling her eyes to herself. She grabbed her wallet and keys, she'd dropped them on her desk at some point during the night and started her way topside.
Making herself comfortable inside the cabin of her SUV. She couldn't help the shiver that ran through her as she remembered the way he'd cornered her against the counter. She knew how she would react if that laughter hadn't interrupted her. She wanted him.
She loved him.
Knowing that she would've backed against his warm offering. That she would've pushed her body towards his and let a moan after feeling him so close. That she would've turned around and allowed him to take her right then and there, if they hadn't been brought back to reality, so rudely. Knowing he was still interested in her in that way made it completely different.
Without even realizing it, she turned onto a street that wasn't hers and gulped. She knew that street. It had no other end than the driveway of the man she was thinking about. She checked the clock and noticed that, if it was by his custom, she might have just caught him before he left.
If he was there…
She parked her SUV in his driveway, right beside his truck. The house was dark. So she considered he might have flown to the cabin. It certainly wouldn't be a first, but she knew how much he loved driving at night.
Taking a deep breath, her feet carried her to his front door. "What are you doing, Samantha?" She mumbled as she stopped her finger from pressing the doorbell. It wasn't even close to a regular time to press a doorbell. There was no impending doom to justify it, either. She took another breath and panicked.
What the fuck she was doing at this time of the day at his house? She'd been thinking about the things he could do to her. Like how she needed his warm embrace and his earth-shaking skills. To make her forget all about a world that was so ungrateful and unforgiving to people like herself… And him.
She gulped. Shaking her head, she turned around.
He opened the door as she shook her head as if to dismiss whatever was on her mind. He thought he could read her mind, working up excuses as to how whatever was happening under the mountain could wait until his return. He knew her. Her mind would come up with something because she had given him those kinds of explanations before… Way back in the day, and once or twice in the two months since she'd returned.
On those newer occasions, he'd thought she'd found them only so as not to have to deal with him. But, now that he knew she reacted to him in the same way he reacted towards her, things fell into place. She hadn't just tried to keep him away. She'd found a way not to disturb him. For once, he felt grateful that someone had taken actions into their own hands to give him some time off from the troubles that came with his position, solutions instead of issues.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Before he could help himself, mostly because she was a step too close to being out of reach. He wanted her close. He would turn sixty in little less than an hour. Maybe this could be the first year he got older with her by his side… No matter what kind of shenanigans someone had managed to make, to put them in this position.
She turned around, eyes widened and surprised by his voice. It was deep, tired, and send shivers down her spine like always. She licked her lips, feeling slightly out of breath.
"I…" she tried, but she couldn't find any words.
"Come inside, it's freezing out here. You aren't exactly dressed for standing outside," Jack said, noticing her attire. He tried not to be jealous of the way her clothes could freely hug every inch of her body. "And neither am I." He added as a gust of wind chilled his half-naked arm. The wind came at the right time, too. Since he had to take a deep breath when she nodded and sauntered inside.
His heater was still on, and his house was warm. So, she shrugged off the leather jacket she'd been wearing. Jack gulped as she did it. Her blouse tightened against her breasts. That sent all kinds of signs to his already short-circuited brain. "Want something to drink?"
"I…"
"We are going to need something strong for whatever you're here to talk about, right?" He asked.
She frowned in confusion. If she was honest, she had only one clue as to what she wanted to do while she was there. It had nothing to do with talking. Maybe a few words here and there, but definitively, no talking. She couldn't exactly tell him that she had driven there without intent. As she thought about him fucking her so hard, that she would forget her own name. Could she?
He offered her a tumbler with an amber liquid, and she smiled. "It's the one you brought," he said. "It was a nice detail."
"It's your favorite," Sam shrugged. "Or it was your favorite…" she amended. "It wasn't what you were having the other night…"
"No, it wasn't. It still is, though." He shrugged, taking a sip.
"Huh?" She had issues following his answer because she was too distracted by the way his lips had opened before he took the smallest sip. How his throat swallowed sexily. She blinked… 'His throat swallowed sexily? What the actual fuck?' She thought.
"It wasn't the one I was having that night. It wasn't what I wanted to have that night." He whispered, his eyes locking onto hers. Without thinking it twice and figuring thinking was something she wasn't able to do in front of him anymore. She downed the liquid in one swift movement. His eyes darkened.
Sam stood up. She strolled towards him and straddled him. While at the same time, she was not touching him at all. She sucked in her lower lip and squinted slightly. As if measuring his interest in her. Without losing eye contact, he pulled her impossibly close.
She moaned, and he growled. They surged together and kissed frantically. There wasn't enough time to get rid of all they wanted to get rid of. They both knew they would stop if they thought it through. So, still kissing, she simply raised herself to the floor and got rid of her pants and underwear. Under her, Jack shimmied out of his.
Torturously slow she lowered herself on him. It was heaven. Her hips moved and so did his. Soon he was turning over her on the couch so he could thrust faster. She met him thrust by thrust until she was clenching around him. She kept him trapped between her legs until he finished. His warmth filling her in ways she had forgotten. He lowered himself on top of her, not afraid of crushing her with his weight.
He knew she could take him. He knew she enjoyed feeling crushed by his boneless body. She kissed him once and turned her head to the side. Her cellphone, that lay discarded over the coffee table next to the glass, shone.
"Happy birthday, my love," she whispered so slowly that he thought he imagined it. She hugged him so tightly. That he wondered if he was finally going to be able to collect all the pieces he was missing. But then she shuffled out from under him.
"I need to go…" She whispered. She didn't seem ashamed, angry, or disgruntled by what they'd done. He followed her eyes and landed his sight on her phone. She had to go home. To whoever was waiting for her to return. For whoever was on the other end of that call, that managed to make her smile.
He nodded, untangling himself from her. He stood up and fixed his clothes, as she did the same in the darkness of his living room. Her hand found his chest, where his heart was beating wildly. She smiled softly and moved forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I hope this gift was better than the last one," she said. He nodded. At least, there were no regrets so far. It was a gift… Making love to her frantically as they enjoyed each other on the night of his sixtieth birthday.
He nodded. What else could he say? Stay? Come with me to the cabin?
"Don't overthink it, Jack." She said. As he walked her to the front door where she covered her glorious body back with the dark leather jacket. "I promise you, I'll do that enough for both of us." Taking a deep breath, she risked another kiss. This time to the corner of his mouth. "Have fun with your family." She added and disappeared out into the night.
