Chapter 92
Friday, January 11, 2013
They were hooked as junkies who looked for their next fix. It seemed once they'd started this, they couldn't keep themselves away from each other. Years of lonely nights claiming for their attention. The idea that he was going to spend an entire weekend without seeing her, without having her comfortably settled between his arms, sent him spiraling down with need. That's how he found himself knocking on her office door and wondering if she was there.
"Carter," he had said in that raspy tone. She knew what he wanted. If she was honest, she wanted it too.
"Sir," She said, but there was a small grimace.
"I…" he started. She saw the blush creeping on his face. She had embarrassed him while he was just requesting what she had so boldly requested before.
"We can't make it a night thing. I can't have Jessica watching over Parker and her friends the entire night." She stated.
"Then we'll make it count."
"Yeah, sure you betcha!" She grinned, turning her computer off. "I have a duffel in my SUV." She announced. He nodded. They didn't stop on her floor. It worried neither getting out of the BDUs before leaving the base.
This time, she was the one following him.
As it seemed to be the trend, they didn't make it to his room. The clothes got further in, though. The mixed pile of clothes was now on the kitchen island. Where he'd pulled her up and she'd wrapped herself around him.
There were no words, as per usual. There was no chat about how good or bad this was for them. There were no thoughts of consequences… There were just no thoughts at all, besides the raw need to make the other pant, groan, squirm, and scream. These were the delicious sounds of their lovemaking. He couldn't stop himself from finishing first this time. So he pushed her further on the island and finished what he had started.
He couldn't be prouder of himself when he'd seen her walk the line under the combined ministrations of his mouth and fingers. He pulled her boneless form up, embracing her tightly. They stumbled until they reached his bathroom.
No words left them as they passed by his bed. She stood there, gloriously naked, waiting for him to set the shower. They bathed each other, caressing the skin with soapy hands. There was not a sexual intent in them, but somehow it felt utterly healing.
They were getting there. Maybe this thing would be the way to go for them. Maybe they had a chance after all. Maybe soon they'd be able to word what was trapped inside their heads. He left her under the warm spray as he got dressed and found her all but forgotten duffel bag.
When he returned to her. She was sitting on his bed, wrapped in his towel. While toweling her short hair dry. He decided he could watch her do that every single day of his life. She looked up, found his eyes, and smiled. It wasn't quite his smile, but it was getting there.
She stood up and left her towel fall as he passed her the duffel. She grabbed it and turning around she dropped it unceremoniously on the bed. Fishing for some clean underwear. Jack walked to her and pulled her still naked form into an embrace.
Closing her eyes, Sam sighed happily. She turned around in his embrace and hid her face in the crook of his neck. Jack pulled her even closer. Hiding his face too, breathing in the mix of her and his soap. He placed a soft kiss where neck met shoulder.
For some reason, she felt bolder. She moved her face from its hiding spot and turned his, kissing him deeply, slowly. It wasn't so far away from the loving kisses they'd shared all those years before. She parted then.
"I need to go." She said. Jack nodded, freeing her from his embrace.
"I'll wait for you outside." He said. Since he wasn't sure he would be willing to let her go if he remained in there. He walked her to the door soon after that. She placed a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and left.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
He wanted her. He needed her as the air he needed to breathe. But he doesn't want to come across like a sex-starved chauvinistic male. So… He waited. He painfully waited, taking matters into his own hands some nights. He can't believe he's been so driven lately. Taking away the night they had on the Prometheus. Jack hadn't had a partner since the week they'd finally got together. He hadn't needed to do himself so many times in a week while he'd waited over eleven years for her.
Now, it seems it's all he can do at night. And every other morning…. The fact that he gets to see her and not have her. Makes him considering taking matters into his own hands during work hours. But that's a no go. At least that's where he is drawing the line… So far.
He was about to go at it. When he's recalled to the SGC for some none-sense about alien Kings and trades she can't handle. It's fucking Saturday night… If he was just a regular John Doe, he'd be getting drunk in a bar. Picking up some woman to take home and have fun with. But work comes first.
However, deep down, his mind tells him he doesn't mind because he'll get to see her that night there. Nothing will happen because… Well, it's the base. But she'll be there, close to him.
It's 0300 Earth time by the time they finally resolve the thing. He thanks whatever God there's out there because he was always good at multitasking. The truth is, he was paying more attention to the way the button on her blouse was making a huge effort to keep it closed than in the treaty he'd agreed upon. He knows she knows, though. By the way, she's looking at him as if she's a starving lioness and he isn't more than the chosen prey.
He considers he might get to solve his carnal needs issue that night. But it's 0300, and he doesn't want to drive home. He doesn't want her driving home either. Yet, it's the base. He draws the line there.
"I'm going to get some shuteye. I'll be in my quarters if you need me," he throws over his shoulders. Not quite considering his words of choice.
The hard-on he gets when his boxers are caressed by the shuffling of the rough sheets isn't quite unexpected. He won't do shit about it, he's on the base.
Things get a bit more complex when there's a rapt on his door. He groans and sits on the bed, wishing whoever it's outside would just go away. Another knock sounds a bit more desperate.
"I'm coming!" He shouts. He opens the door, hiding his body behind the door. She looks at him, desire written on her face.
"I hope you do." She whispers. "Sir, the treaty is ready for your signature, but I thought we should discuss some points of it." She says loud enough for her to be heard by the guards posted not so far away.
Jack sighs. Opening the door and getting ready to sit awkwardly. While discussing politics with his so desirable wife. Because… 'It's the base', he keeps repeating himself. He sits in one chair in the room. There's no way she hasn't noticed it anyway, so he doesn't care.
But then she moves. He notices she's wearing a flowy skirt. Dark, but flowy. He follows the sashaying of her hips until legs are standing right in front of him. He looks up then, there's a mischievous smile on her face.
"You said we knew where to find you if you were needed." She husks out. He sees then how the skirt moves to land over his hips as one long leg is thrown over the side. Then the other one repeats its movements. He gulps, grabbing the sides of the chairs so tightly that his knuckles go white.
She isn't even touching him, and he is ready to explode. He looks down at the stupid button that had all his attention before, and she smirks. She leaves the folder in her hand on the table next to them. She caresses her way down her neck, chest, waist, and down to his arms. Finding his hand and unclenching it from the chair. She directs one hand to the button, and he holds his breath.
Repeating the process with the other hand, she places it over her thigh. Caressing herself with his hand. She stops when she knows he's noticed what has been lacking. His eyes widen and he blushed.
"But… It's the base…" he croaks out. She licks her lips and her mouth comes deliciously close to his ear.
"I don't care. I need you. Besides, you think we'll be the first ones to do this here?" She smirks. They know they won't. She looks at him before she moves her hips. His hand lands now where she wants him. She's ready, so damn ready, that he doesn't care about the line.
She notices she has his permission when the hand at the button moves, so she does too. She frees him and slides him in. It doesn't take long as they rock in the chair. They both know that this happening on the base made it so much more exciting. They try to keep it quiet and they do, as they swallow each other's screams with kisses.
Letting out a pant, she kisses him softly. This means so much more to her than he realizes. It keeps her sane. It makes her feel precious, but she doesn't tell him this. It would be too much. Too soon. Too private… Instead, she pecks his cheek. Telling him he needs to check the treaty. She untangles herself from him and heads to the bathroom to clean up.
She cleans him as he reads. He thinks this would be lovely if it could happen in the comfort of their own home. But this is what they have now. They are taking awful advantages as it is, no matter how far they still are from what they really want. He signs the document in the right places and gives the file to her.
He kisses her once more. Softly. Her lips are looking swollen as they are. She winks at him.
"Thank you, General." She throws over her shoulders as she walks out. Suckling her lower lip, so people think the swelling is her own doing. When she hears the rumor mill, the next day… she smiles. Still, no one is the wiser.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
He sits in front of her in her office. Dark eyes met hers, now dilated under the heat of his gaze. "I need you." He said in that raspy, husky voice that sends all sorts of wants and needs running rampant in her body. Without saying a word of acknowledgment. She picks up her phone from the drawer. The one he knows she'll pick before the third ring and it will be Parker, Jessica, or Jordan on the other end.
"Hi. I'll be late today. Yes, set the guest room just in case." Sam said. Not taking her gaze off of Jack's eyes. He smirked. It was almost as if she'd read his thoughts, but this wasn't the first time they had done this dance since he returned from the cabin. "Thanks, Jessica."
She raises her eyebrow, challenging him to say anything. He stands up, walks to the door before he lets out a loud "Find me when you're done with that."
'That' to anyone else that might have overheard sounded like just a casual work thing. While his eyes told her he wanted nothing more than having her sprawled near him. Sam didn't even blush under his eyes anymore. Wanting the same thing he wanted so desperately.
"Will do, sir." She smirked before the door was closed. She found herself closing her legs tightly to keep the heat from overpowering her.
She shook herself. When had she become this sex addict that managed to get through life just by thinking about all the things he could do to her? She wondered. Truth was, she didn't care. For him, she would be a sex slave or the most prude of the women around if he asked her so. She loved him that much. He now more than ever managed to tap into her darker side. Her needy side. Bringing it out in ways she hadn't allowed herself before.
Would this solve any of their issues? She doubted it. At least, they could pretend something was given out. That something had changed. She had, after all, just sacrificed Parker's time to be with him. Wasn't that just so much more telling than getting naked and primal under his sheets?
She shook her head, focusing on the paperwork on her desk. She'd better finish it quickly to get done with it and start doing him. She smiled... She was totally unaware of the conversation going on some floors above her head.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
There was a knock on his door. It was after hours, so his secretary was long gone. Truly, Jack was only around because he was waiting for her to show up. He hoped it was her. "Enter." It wasn't.
"Hey, Jack…"
"Daniel," Jack gulped. Worried now that he would find out about them doing this thing. This fucking relationship they'd developed. Daniel observed him for a while before he plopped himself in a chair in front of Jack's desk.
"You and Sam seem to be getting along better now," he prodded.
"Yes?" Jack said, hoping that would take more words out of Daniel.
"T and Janet seem to have more information about this development that they aren't willing to share with me. Should I worry?" Daniel asked.
"No? They are getting closer to her…" Jack waved.
"You remember when you mentioned she asked for retirement back in November?"
"Yes?" He still hadn't spoken to her about it. Not that he would either. She had asked. The JCS had denied it. What was there for him to say? Don't go? Daniel then did something that made Jack's stomach develop a knot. He pushed his glasses up his nose and licked his lips. Not one, but two signs of him being ill at ease.
"Jack, I'm not sure if you two are really on speaking terms. I know that getting information out of you is worse than pulling a tooth. She was always so keen on giving out information about everything, but not so much about herself. Now, I can only imagine it is worse. So, I'm not sure if you know this or not. If she had the guts to tell you or whatever…" Jack sighed.
"Can you just tell me what the heck you want to say? Coz you're not making any sense and you're making me kinda nervous, Daniel." He said, a bit harsher than he meant to. He knew whatever Daniel came to say would be about Sam. Truth to be told, they were still in a rocky place. In a fucking rocky place….
"Back in November, I went downtown to pick up a book I had ordered. I saw her."
"She goes downtown, Daniel. We all have to at some point." Jack almost rolled his eyes.
"Yes. I know that! But… I was going to say hello and stopped because someone else approached her. She smiled at him, embraced him. Then they went inside one fancy Italian place. I was so stumped by this I couldn't move. My car was parked just a few spots away, so I sat and waited. They came out an hour later, and I thought I was just imagining things. Right? She could've friends or something like that… I don't know, call it a gut feeling or distrust, but I followed her. Turns out, I wasn't the only one following her."
"Was she followed? Did you let her know that? This could be…"
"No!" Daniel shook his head desperately. "You don't understand. He wasn't following her, but he ended up parking just outside her house. She opened the door and let him in…. He was inside for another hour and a half. Jack…. I hope you knew this….. I hope I'm not screwing you up all over again." Jack clenched his jaw.
"Don't worry, Daniel. There's nothing left to be broken." Jack stated.
"Are you sure? Because, really, you both seemed to be getting somewhere… I really don't want to screw that but… I'm worried it will hurt you if you don't know about it…"
"Yes. I'm sure. Thanks, Daniel." He said. By the way he said it, Daniel knew he was kicking him out. Most likely to lick his wounds or mourn in private. Or whatever Jack did to keep himself seemingly composed on the outside.
Jack waited until his door was closed to rub his face tiredly. He hadn't expected that. But he had asked her if she was seeing someone before. She'd said no. Was she lying? Did this happen after he'd asked?
Still, their current agreement said nothing about love or a meaningful relationship. Although, plenty of love words were exchanged as they rocked together. There was plenty of healing being done under the pretense of just fucking. It was the care, the slow worship, the reacquaintance with what they had lost. Was it just all a lie? Or was it just in his mind that he thought this was getting them somewhere?
There was a knock on his door. "Enter" he called again. She peeked her head in. As usual, she was covered in her black attire, a backpack on her shoulder.
"Sir," she said. He stood up. He needed her to stop his current overworking mind. Maybe he would manage not to imagine her with someone else while she was tangled around him. Maybe she would manage to stop all his thoughts as she usually did.
"Let's go." He said, and they made their way topside.
It wasn't a rarity now. To watch them drive away almost at the same time. But their conversations in the base were so cold and neutral that despite looking like they were getting along better. It didn't spark all the fueled sexual tension that used to follow them around during the first years of the program. No one would've thought they would be going to his house for the reason they were going. No one could imagine just how screwed up their relationship was at that point. Still, they stubbornly refused to be the first one to talk. The first one to crumble. The first one to tumble the house of cards they had so eagerly placed around their silence.
