Sam

Damn it to Hell!

She was ready. More than ready. Primed and ready for liftoff. His hands hadn't even touched her yet, and she was already dripping and desperate, every inch of her begging for contact. A hard press of his thumb to her clit, even over her jeans, and she would have come like the fourth of July.

And he was about to give it to her. Heard the low growl in the back of his throat as the rough pads of his fingertips found their way under the hem of her shirt. Pressing into her skin as they climbed over her body in a slow accent, his hands spanning the width of her as he whispered the things he was going to do to her.

Then, just as his thumbs rubbed along the band of her bra, a swipe away from her achingly hard nipples…her stomach growled.

And it was as if Jack had heard the dreary sound of Taps playing off in the distance.

His hands made a hasty retreat from underneath her shirt, and every hint of desire on his face died a slow and painful death.

Before she could ask him what was wrong, he was curling his fingers around hers and tugging her towards the kitchen, mumbling about getting something into her stomach.

"I don't want food, I want you." She tried to keep her voice light, and not let it climb into a desperate whine. Because whining was a close neighbor to begging. And begging would be…well, not out of the question.

After all, she'd begged him before, on the train. And he was into it. They both were.

Honestly, she would beg while standing on her head if it meant he'd finish what he started. Even now, her skin was still buzzing from his touch. The lingering heat was still swirling around inside of her, searching for release. "Jack….?"

Was he even listening?

Looking determined and focused, he guided her hips onto one the stools on the outer edge of the granite island.

As soon as his hands were off of her, she was standing back up and wrapping her arms around his neck; not willing to give up just yet. "Couldn't we just eat after?"

There was a definite struggle going on inside of him and she watched his face twist painfully as he drew her arms away, trying to get her to sit back down. "Christ Sam. You know how we are once we get started, and you haven't eaten anything all day. Just…let me do this okay? I need to do this."

"Why?" So much for not whining.

His mouth opened and closed twice before he gave up and let out an exasperated sigh.

"I just…I just do."

Normally she might've taken a closer look into this sudden obsession of his, but she couldn't stop staring at the wet spot on his jeans, right where his straining cock was making its own case for an early release.

Pulling out all the stops, she gave it one last go, ducking her head and looked up at him with her big blue eyes. "Please Jack?" She pulled her bottom lip through her teeth shamelessly.

And just like that, whatever self-control he'd managed to hold onto, crumbled.

With a rough curse he took her by the arms and spun her around. She let out a whimper as he kicked the stool out of the way and used his weight to pin her hips against the countertop, his hands skimming under her shirt and shoving the cups of her bra up and off, freeing her.

His hands were on her in an instant, palming her breasts with a heavy groan. Seeming to relish the skin-to-skin contact as he thumbed across her diamond hard nipples, his voice dangerously low. "You know I can't handle it when you beg like that sweetheart."

Her ragged moan sounded loud over their heavy breathing as he kneaded her breasts hungrily. "I'll give you whatever you want Sam." He leaned his forehead against her temple. "Right here. All you have to do is say the word. What do you want?"

Like a kid at a candy store, she was overwhelmed with options and couldn't seem to think fast enough with his hands massaging her like that. "Anything…"

Ducking his head, he suckled the spot behind her ear with a growl, letting go with a wet pop. "Damn, you're so fucking gorgeous like this. Hot and needy, and mine."

She groaned his name, feeling every rock-hard inch of him as he grinded against her backside.

The roughness in his voice smoothed over, dipping down into something velvety soft and full of sin as he inched his hand over the waist of her jeans and lower.

"Mmm, I'll tell you what…"

There was hitch in her breath and a whispered 'yes' as his other hand stroked the valley between her breasts.

"How about I make you come, and ruin those little blue panties of yours. Then will you sit down and eat for me Sam?"

"I promise I will."

"That's my girl," he crooned as he suckled on the pulse of her neck, sliding his two fingers down slow and tight along the seam. She gasped as he dragged them back up through her slit, pulling her panties into her folds, and against her clit.

He hummed at her response, tucking his face in the crook of her neck as his fingers worked her over. "Does that feel good? Can you come like this sweetheart?"

She nodded, mewling as she gripped the countertop, spreading her feet wider. Rocking her hips and grinding into his firm grasp as she panted, chasing her pleasure.

Already she could feel the blazing heat winding its way through her body. Her legs quaking as she got close. "Jack…"

His other hand slid up the column of her neck, stroking it tenderly as his fingers glided faster. "So close already. That's it Samantha, be good and come for me."

The gentle cooing unraveled her, and she cried out as she came, her hips jerking in place, unable to move in the tight confines between the counter and Jack.

She groaned between ragged pulls of air as his fingers continued moving, easing only after her trembling subsided. He wrapped a supportive arm around her waist, nibbling his way down her neck as she came down from her high, her body sagging against his.

Her eyes were still closed as he sucked on an exposed inch of collarbone, sure to leave a mark. "Mm, better?"

"God yes."

He turned her around and captured her lips with a hum before letting go.

"Good. Now, a deal's a deal…up you go." She yelped in surprise as he scooped her up by her thighs and placed her on top of the island.

Stepping in between her legs, he held her gaze as his hands drifted under her shirt, righting her bra reverently.

Time slowed.

And she watched as he bowed his head and closed his eyes, massaging her breasts gently through the material as if unable to let go of her. "Stay."

There was a hint of anxiousness in the rasp of his voice that worried her. She figured he meant for her to stay in that spot, but now she wasn't so sure. What else could he mean?

Cradling his face, she waited until he opened his eyes to give him a look she hoped embodied at least a modicum of the unwavering love she had for him.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Eyes closing again, his shoulders hunched and every bone in his back seemed to dissolve as he slumped forward into her arms with a relieved sigh. His head against her chest, and an ear to her heart as his hands encircled her waist.

She curled over him, using her hands to rub his tight shoulders and broad back comfortingly. Hoping to alleviate whatever was bothering him.

Maybe he was thinking about them.

After all, they had yet to discuss their future together.

It'd been easy to avoid talking about it while they were on the run. But now that the dust had settled, they were running out of excuses, having only a week to figure things out.

It hadn't stopped her from going over it in her head of course. Flipping and twirling the options around like puzzle pieces, hoping for an easy fit.

But each solution ended up with them living in different states, thousands of miles apart. And just the thought of being that far away from him made her sick to her stomach.

She'd never felt this way about someone before. Aching for their touch the moment they've pulled their hands away.

Eventually they'd be forced to bite the bullet and talk. Figure out how they were going to maneuver around the regulations. But it wasn't going to happen today. They deserved a day to decompress, preferably through the haze of multiple orgasms.

Maybe that's what he needed too.

They stayed like that for a long moment. And If it hadn't been for the periodic squeeze of his hands, she would've sworn he'd fallen asleep. Still, she felt like she needed to check on him.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded against her sternum. And finally, with a reluctant sigh, unfolded himself from her lap and straightened, nuzzling against the crook of her neck on the way up and leaving a tender kiss in his wake before separating.

He gave her a small smile before turning and heading for the sink.

The alcohol wipes on the ship had been able to get most of the dried blood off of his hands and forearms, but they were still a poor substitute for soap and water.

Turning on the faucet, he collected a generous helping of dish soap and proceeded with a vigorous scrub.

A quick dry with the dish towel next to the sink and he was moving around to the other side of the island, where the makings for the turkey sandwiches were still sitting.

Jaw set, he went to work, looking like a man on a mission as he pulled open drawers and cabinets until he found the knife and small plates he was looking for.

They didn't talk as he sliced the tomato, lathered the bread, and stacked the meat and cheese. It wasn't until he was cutting her sandwich in half diagonally, that he looked up.

She couldn't help but notice the eagerness in his eyes as he pushed the plate in front of her and waited.

Picking up a half, she took her first bite. "Mmm." She worked a smile around the mouthful and lifted the sandwich to him in thanks.

His eyes lit up as he grinned, his dimples making a brief appearance before he dove into his own sandwich with gusto.

She watched in awe as he demolished it in big mouthfuls, wiping errant crumbs from his lips with the back of his hand as he swallowed the last bite a few minutes later. He dug into the fridge, fishing out two bottles of water and took the caps off of both of them before sliding hers over.

His bottle crinkled loudly as he guzzled down half of the water in seconds before coming up for air. "You said this place has a tub?"

She nodded, taking a swig of her own water to wash down her last bite hurriedly, noticing she was starting to absorb some of his anxiousness. Her eyes brightened. "Yeah, a big deep soaking one. I can't wait to try it out."

He downed the remainder of his water and crushed the bottle absentmindedly before capping it and setting it aside. There was an uncertainty in his gaze as he leaned over on the granite, bracing himself on his forearms as his fingers played with the lid from her bottle; switching his focus between her and it as he spoke.

"Is it big enough for both of us? I mean, if not I could just fill it for you and sit beside it. To…um, wash you. If that's okay I mean. Unless you wanna be alone, but I was kind of hoping you'd let me…"

She realized she was gaping at him halfway through and rushed to put an end to his sudden sheepishness.

"No…I mean yes, it should be big enough for both of us and no, I don't want to be alone."

A corner of his mouth rose gratefully as he huffed out a breath he'd seemed to been holding. "Okay. Okay, good. That's good. Well uh, take your time eating. I'm gonna get it ready and take a quick shower. Don't wanna muck up the water."

He didn't wait for a response before popping his plate into the sink and walking around to her. "So, you need anything? I could make another sandwich, or there's chips. I saw some in one of the cabinets."

It was getting harder and harder not to ask him what was wrong, and she couldn't help the worried look on her face as he tapped his fingers on the surface next to her. Now it felt like he was stalling. "No…no, I'm fine really. Thank you…this is plenty."

His smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and headed to the hallway.

A few long minutes later she heard the heavy sound of water pouring into the tub, followed by the sprinkling of a showerhead turning on.

Jack

As soon as she was out of his line of sight, every fiber of his being was yelling at him to go back. And when he didn't listen, he paid the price. Within seconds, his heart was thumping and the edges of his vision began to blur. Damnit.

Turning the corner into the bathroom, he stopped and held onto the wood doorframe for balance, his heavy breathing sounding like a freight train in his ears.

Fearful she'd be able to hear, he slipped a hand loosely over his mouth, and put all of his concentration into calming down. When the deep breathing didn't work, he remembered an old coping mechanism he'd relied on years ago. And before he had a chance to think about whether he'd remember, the words came to him as if no time had passed at all.

Huffing whispers through his fingers, he repeated the sequence.

"Master caution light on / off / reset – check"

"Oxygen level test – check"

"Ejection light on/off – check"

It was the pre-flight checklist to the first plane he ever flew, and his first love, the F-4 Phantom. His therapist at the time had said that sometimes it helped to recite something, a memorized list or lines from a song. The checklist had come to mind immediately, and had proven to be a lifesaver.

"Seat pins out and stowed – check"

"Throttles off – check"

"Master switches on – check"

His hand dropped from his mouth and he took shallow breaths as the dizziness dissipated. When he opened his eyes, the blurriness was gone and he felt confident enough to move, switching on the light and taking a step inside.

It was nice and big as bathrooms go, looking newly renovated with bright black and white subway tile. The low rumble of his voice echoed off of them eerily as he headed for the tub in the far-right corner. His legs feeling awkward and heavy; his body on autopilot.

"RPM rotation test – check"

"Confirm oil and hydraulic indications – check"

The tub was certainly big enough for both of them and that determination alone was enough to ease his racing heart somewhat, from a gallop to a canter. Bending over the white porcelain lip, he turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature and testing it with his fingertips until he was satisfied before stripping off his clothes.

"Air off at 45% - check"

"Aux air doors and speed brakes clear – check"

The glass enclosure was just in front of the tub, and when he stepped inside, he hugged the wall near the handle. When the large rainwater showerhead came on, he turned the handle until it couldn't go any further, and stepped underneath the scalding water; his hoarse whisper fading as the list continued in his head. He was almost there.

Cycle right generator on – check

Move stick one inch to the left / then back to center – check

As the water hit his chest, his heart finally slowed to a normal rate and the next item on the list evaporated into smoke as he braced his hands against the glass wall and took several deep ragged breaths. It was a good sign actually. There were over sixty pre-flight checks, and he'd only needed a dozen or so before gaining some kind of control.

Not too bad then. Once upon a time, he'd needed to go through the list twice.

He hung his head, watching the remnants of dried blood from his chest drip off of him; his eyes following the path of bloodied water as it rode along the crevices of white tile and swirled down the drain. It was eerily peaceful.

The moment was short-lived.

Bubbles. The word popped into his head as he looked up at the half-filled tub.

He distinctly remembered Sam talking to Daniel about soaking in not just baths, but bubble baths. His head turned to the side and he spotted the double vanity on the opposite wall through the glass; loaded with drawers.

Reaching out for the tiny bottles on the corner shelf, he picked all of them up, squinting at the tiny writing to differentiate between the body wash and the shampoo.

"Ah fuck it," he muttered as he gave up, deciding on the green one. He put the other two back on the shelf haphazardly before unscrewing the lid and dumping the liquid into his hands. It was way too thick to be body wash, but he was beyond caring as his lathered his body and scrubbed it through his hair in one broad pass.

Three minutes later his had a towel around his waist and was pulling open the drawers of the vanity, one by one, until he spotted a small bottle of orange stuff. Once he saw the words 'orange vanilla', 'bath', and 'soaking'. he didn't bother reading any further and walked over to the tub with his prize.

Letting half of the water drain out, he plugged the tub back up and unscrewed the cap. Only to scowl when he tilted the bottle and some crystalized stuff came out. "What the hell?"

He stopped pouring and bent down, swishing the water around with his hand. Was this stuff supposed to dissolve or something?

No matter what he did, one thing was for sure, there were no bubbles to be had. Just murky water. Good-smelling murky water.

"Hey."

He startled, turning his head to see Sam peeking her head in with a playful smile. "Whatcha doin'?"

His heart stuttered as he returned it warmly. "Hey, just uh…," he shook the container, "trying to get some bubbles going for ya."

She stepped all the way in and made her way over as he looked down at the tub again, frowning. "But it's not the liquid stuff. I don't know what the hell it is."

When he handed it over, she shook it, hearing loose particles shift back and forth. "Oh, they're bath salts."

"Do those bubble?"

She chuckled. "No. But it's okay. I use salts from time to time too."

No, it wasn't okay. He shifted to move around her, back towards the vanity. "Damn. I could look again. Maybe I missed it."

Her hands landed on his chest, stopping him. "Jack, it's fine." She slid a palm along his cheek and angled his mouth down to hers, until they were a whisper apart. "I'm fine."

Sometimes he forgot how perceptive she was.

His eyes shuttered closed as she slotted her soft lips delicately over his lower one with a soft 'mmm', before pulling up to go after the upper.

She was taking her time with him, cradling his face loosely with her fingertips as her lips moved over his.

Right then, nothing else mattered but the feel of her, the taste of her. Every unpredictable brush and suckle was for him, and he was more than happy to receive. Standing there motionless, taking shallow breaths as she blanketed his parted lips with languid feather-lite kisses; her throaty hums going straight to his groin.

He was convinced. If heaven existed, this is what it would feel like.

It was a kiss on his nose and a soft giggle that pulled him from his stupor, his eyes fluttering open to the humored lilt of her voice. "Jack, the water."

His head whipped around and he muttered a curse, bending and reaching down behind him hurriedly to stop the near overflow.

He cut it off just in time, a half an inch before the water would've been sloshing over the sides. His shoulders slumped in relief, and when he glanced back to see Sam's teasing grin, he shook his head, huffing a laugh at himself.

Dipping his hand carefully below the surface, he heard a loud slurp as he pulled the chain for the plug. And as the water receded gradually, he noticed Sam walking over to a small wicker table along the wall, watching as she scooted it over within reaching distance.

Jack hadn't even registered seeing it before, but now he recognized more of the same small bottles from the shower sitting on top of it, along with a couple of washcloths.

It reminded him of towels, and when he was satisfied with the water level, he moved across the room to grab a couple off them of the built-in shelf near the shower.

Sam started undressing, and when he set the towels down on the table, he glanced up in time to see her thumb the blue lacy underwear off of her hips and down her legs.

And couldn't help but notice how soaked they were. How soaked she was. Catching a glimpse of her center as she lifted her legs one at a time to remove them; the glossy sheen of her lips making him impossibly hard.

As she added the slip of material to the tidy clothes pile an arm's length away, he saw her eyes flick down to where his towel was tenting obscenely, despite his best attempts to dissuade it from ruining his plans. Because he did have plans. Plans involving that delicious body of hers, and his fingers, and his tongue, and his cock...in that order.

But seeing how wet she was for him had him throbbing. And now he wasn't sure if he could wait that long to be inside of her.

"Then don't," she said.

He hadn't meant to say it out loud, and felt his ears heat up as she stepped forward and palmed his length deftly through the terry cloth.

His body shuddered when she squeezed, and he didn't even want to think about the embarrassingly high-pitched whine that came out of his mouth when she tugged off his towel and gave his cock two long firm strokes.

Well, plan A never worked out the best for them anyway.

When she draped her arms around his neck and hooked her calf around his provocatively, it was all the invitation he needed. She squeaked a laugh as he wrapped an arm around her middle and scooped up her raised thigh, hoisting her off the ground and against him quickly with a hungry grunt.

Taking the long strides to the vanity, he sat her down on the edge gently. And she pulled her knees up high, settling her feet on his hips as she flashed a seductive smile.

He looked down between them and groaned at the sight, her drenched folds parted wide for him, her small entrance just waiting to be stretched.

His cock was dripping and she noticed, reaching forward eagerly to spread it over the broad head with her fingertips. All her attention did was make him drip more and he cursed as she spread it leisurely down his length.

"I'm not going to be able to last long." His tone was apologetic and she shook her head, lining him up with her.

"It's okay, that doesn't matter."

A second later she gripped his shoulders hard, her breath hitching as he pushed into her with a strained groan; hissing through his teeth as a jolt of arousal coursed through his abdomen.

"How Sam? How are you still so fucking tight?"

Even as wet as she was, he could feel her lips quivering as they stretched around the thick tip of him, her hot walls clenching around his shaft, squeezing as he inched inside.

With a final press he sheathed himself to the hilt, letting out a deep shuddering breath and already feeling the telltale signs; the tightening of his groin, the hot liquid heat licking up his spine.

When Sam rolled her hips, he inhaled sharply, gripping her waist to stop her. "Wait Sam…Christ...I need a second."

She tugged on his wrists and pulled them away, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rolled her hips hard into him. "No, don't hold back, I want to feel you…please Jack."

With a ragged curse, he threw an arm around her back and leaned his weight forward, bracing a hand on the mirror behind her as he drove into her hard and deep. She clung to him, gasping as he withdrew nearly all the way before plunging back in fast, again and again, her ass nearly leaving the surface with every snap of his hips.

A hot wave of possessiveness crashed over him as she cried out his name, every long forceful thrust bringing him closer and closer to the edge. "Feel so good Sam. Fuck. I'm never going to be able to get enough of you. Do you know that? Never."

And then, without any warning at all, her walls pulsed and he felt a warm gush envelope his cock as she came with a wail.

It sent him over the edge immediately, his vision whiting out as he flexed his hips with a heavy groan, shooting hot ribbons inside of her with stuttering thrusts for what seemed like forever.

It was her fingertips tracing patterns in the hair at the nape of his neck that brought him back from the blissful haze. And when he opened his eyes and met hers, there was a look of adoration he wasn't quite prepared for. He managed a lazy smirk as he caught his breath and straightened up slowly; refusing to pull out of her just yet.

"What?"

She shook her head dismissively with a gentle smile, her ankles locking around his waist as her hands moved to his cup his face. "Nothing, you just…look so peaceful like this."

He looked up at the mirror behind her, noticing his damp hair standing up in every direction, his face shiny with sweat, his eyes glassy and hooded. Peaceful wasn't right. Thoroughly fucked was more like it.

When he said as much, she laughed breathlessly, leaning forward and pressing her cheek to his. "Well, a bath is now definitely in order. Think you could help me out with that handsome?"

He chuckled, rocking his pelvis into hers and pulling groans out of both of them. "Yes ma'am. I'm all over it."