A/N: Just wanted to say thank you for all of the wonderful comments. And for hanging in there with my slow updates. These chapters ahead are smutty, mc-smut-smut. Hope you like them!

Sam

Sam insisted the water temperature was fine, but Jack warmed it up anyway, adding more bath salts before stepping in with a hiss that made her giggle. His brow arched.

"Laugh it up Carter, you're next."

Once he was in, with his back against the tub and his legs spread wide, she took his hand and stepped in, sighing as she sat down in front of him, the hot water feeling glorious as it soaked into her skin.

"Show off." He rumbled teasingly into her neck, wrapping his arms around her as she settled back against his firm chest.

She'd been doing it wrong all of these years, she thought wistfully as his hands swept beneath the surface of the water, spanning down her stomach and circling up and over her ribs with care. This was how baths were meant to be taken.

As his hands slid up and over her breasts in a slow figure eight, his thumbs grazed her nipples, and Sam let out a breathy groan, closing her eyes as the heat in her belly stirred.

"Feel good?"

"Mmhmm." His low rasp only adding to her arousal. "Too good."

"Are you sore?"

She heard the note of concern in his voice as his hands rode out of the water and up her arms.

It was a bizarre feeling to have every injury she'd sustained in the past week to be visibly gone and yet still have the deep soreness from the multiple bruises and cuts radiating through her skin. Compared to the alternative however, it was a small price to pay.

"Not bad."

He let out a dissatisfied grunt as if he knew she was downplaying it.

It must've been so much worse for him. She lifted her hands out of the water and laid them over his as they drifted across her collarbone. He paused at the contact.

"You must be though."

She skated her hands underneath his and brought them to her lips one at a time, landing tender kisses on the healed knuckles. He tensed a bit, letting out a slow breath as she switched hands.

"Nah, it's…they're fine." He cleared his throat and shifted behind her, changing the subject quickly. "So, what should we start with first, hair?"

"Okay." Taking the hint, she let go of his hands and reached over to the table to pick up one of minature bottles so she could read the label.

"Oh, uh…it's the green one. Trust me."

A corner of her mouth quirked up as she put the bottle in her hand back down and picked up the one filled with green liquid, flashing him a curious smirk over her shoulder as she placed it in his outstretched hand.

They both sat up and she tilted her head back as he lathered up and dove in.

His hands were magical. They had to be. There was no way they could be strong enough to take out multiple enemies and still be gentle enough to give her a scalp massage capable of making her drool.

Jack

As he targeted the pressure points at the base of her scalp, Jack couldn't stop thinking about how quickly things had changed once Sam had entered the room. How he'd gone from being a frantic mess to feeling normal again in a matter of minutes.

Somehow, she always seemed to know what he needed, even when he didn't.

Now that his mind was clear, he could see how easily she'd been able to seduce him. Drowning him in blissful kisses and encouraging him to let go. Waiting until his eyes wandered to the apex of her thighs before taking off her panties. Palming his hard length and then lifting her leg against his, knowing it would drive him crazy.

A couple of soft words with a 'please Jack' and it had been all over. Every ounce of restraint demolished in an instant as he'd thrusted relentlessly into her warmth, coming inside of her so hard his knees had buckled.

She had freed him from the pent-up anxiety that'd been plaguing him since the ship. And he was only too grateful that she'd pulled herself against him so tightly in that moment, that she couldn't see his eyes watering.

His fingertips stilled in her hair.

Had she done that on purpose? Held onto him like that to give him that moment of privacy…a chance to preserve his pride?

Wow.

He didn't have the words to thank her. Not yet. He didn't even know how long the peace would last. But even if it was only for a moment, he was determined to pay her back in kind. To spend the rest of the night showing her exactly how much she meant to him.

"Jack?" Sitting up with her arms wrapped around her raised knees, her head turned slightly when he paused.

He startled, murmuring an apology as he snapped out of the daze and continued massaging the foaming bubbles into the base of her scalp; tracing the line of her graceful neck with his fingers and circling his thumbs into her toned shoulder blades.

Sam dipped her chin and rolled her shoulders forward with a low achy groan. His cock twitched at the sound as his hands continued down the long contours of her back; her faint ivory scars only adding to her beauty.

When she gripped the sides of the tub to scoot forward, and began leaning back, he lifted his hands off of her in confusion.

And when it occurred to him what she was doing, he shifted his hips nervously and reached beneath the water. Clamping a hand over his hardened length and pulling it to the side as she moved to rinse her hair.

Eyes closed and breasts lifted to the ceiling, she dipped her head back into the water an inch from his chest. And he stifled a groan at the beautiful sight, watching as she pulled her fingers languidly through the soapy blond waves.

He felt like a voyeur looking down at her like that, all naked and vulnerable. His heart began to race at the thought of running his hands over her firm full peaks as they edged out of the water.

While one hand was occupied, preventing his throbbing length from making itself known, the other was not.

And it didn't take long for him to give into the temptation, sliding his free hand over her silky breast, squeezing and pulling gently on her taut nipple. He let out a harsh exhale as she arched even further into his touch.

"You are…unreal."

He watched the corners of her mouth twitch at his words before she opened her eyes lazily, looking as if she'd just woken up. And when his hand slipped over to her other mound and squeezed, her eyes narrowed to slits as a lusty groan escaped.

"Mmm, that feels so good."

He grunted, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled on his shaft, trying to relieve some of the pressure building with some long-overhanded strokes.

"C'mere."

Her coy laugh was revealing as she sat up and scooted back, making him realize that she'd been teasing him all along.

And he let out a chuckle of his own, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up into his lap, the water slapping against the white porcelain as he rested her weight beside his groin.

She draped an arm around his neck, placing an irresistible temptation at almost eye level. A dip of his head and he was cupping the swell of her breast, lifting it to his eager mouth.

It was out of the water with soap lingering, but he couldn't care less, bending his head a bit further to suck her slick, pebbled bud past his lips. Several deep pulls had her eyes fluttering with a soft moan, tipping her head back and curling her neck over the inside of his shoulder.

His hand was in motion, heading down her stomach and over her navel, before veering off down her thigh. Mindful of the temperature of the water as it edged into the warm spectrum. The last thing he wanted was for her to get cold.

He lifted her leg up behind the knee and braced it gently on the lip of the tub as his lips finally released its captive. "Open up for me sweetheart."

Her reaction was immediate as she lifted her other leg up and out of the water readily, spreading her legs even further until everything from the knee down was perched on the wide rounded edges.

"That's it," he crooned. Finally finding its way to where he knew she wanted it, his hand dipped below the water and cupped her heat firmly. When her hips jerked with the press of his palm to her clit, water splashed, and he responded with a hushed tone and a quirk of his lips.

"Shh, I've got you Sam. Nice and easy now. Just relax and feel."

He could feel her responding slowly to his soft voice, her lean taut muscles easing one at a time until she was putty in his arms.

Keeping his hand firmly against her, he rocked it forward, parting her stretched folds even further with his two middle fingers until they met her entrance. When her back arched and she tensed in anticipation, he paused the movement and lifted his head to her neck, nuzzling against it. "Sam, look at me sweetheart."

When she opened her eyes, the dilated glassy look of them made him smile. "This is a for sure thing okay? There's no need to chase it. Just let go and let it surprise you. Can you do that for me?"

A tiny nod accompanied her smile as she took a deep breath and released it, her eyes closing again as he felt her body relax; mumbling his approval. "Perfect, that's…that's perfect."

There was another slow glide as he rocked his hand back until the pads of his fingers were dragging over her clit before sliding it forward again, his long digits dipping even further inside of her warmth.

Her chest rose and fell as a rushed moan escapes her parted lips. Another glide.

"That's it, I want to hear every little sound out of that gorgeous mouth of yours."

His hand was in constant motion now, a slow drag back and forth through the soft pink flesh, his fingers slipping all the way inside of her, the constant pressure on her clit.

Her breaths were getting harsher, and he could feel her walls clenching around his digits on the next entry. This time he didn't stop moving as he provided calm reassurance. "Easy now, I've got you."

On the next delve inside, he felt her walls soften around him.

"So good Sam. Just like that."

She let out a soft sigh, her face glowing from his whispered praise.

Laid out, she was picture perfect in his arms. So responsive. A vision. And he couldn't wait any longer to watch her come.

He crooked his fingers.

"Oh god…" her gasped whisper echoed off the tiled walls as he concentrated on keeping his movement steady; wanting her orgasm to sneak up on her. To ripple over her entire body and sweep her away; gentle and serene.

"There you go."

Two strokes later, he leaned his head down and captured her nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling as he pushed her closer to the edge. And when he bit down gently into the flesh around it, and rubbed a touch harder over the little patch of heaven inside of her, she came around his fingers with a soft strangled cry.

His eyes panned up to watch her, groaning as he savored the moment. The way her spine arched slightly off of his chest as her head tipped back even further. The heavy pulsing of her walls as they gripped his digits with surprising strength.

As he released her nipple, goosebumps prickled over every inch of her exposed skin, and he hummed at the erotic sight.

It had been just as devastating and stunning as he'd hoped. And the absolute elation he was feeling at that very moment from pleasuring her, far outweighed everything else.

His hand slowed in increments as she came back down, the jostled water settling around them as the fluttering inside of her ebbed. He eased his fingers out of her just as slowly as they had gone in, and couldn't help but smile when the brush of his fingertips over her swollen nub earned him a sharp inhale and a jerk of her hips.

He was already thinking about getting her into bed, wrapping his lips around that nub bundle of nerves and sucking on it to his heart's content.

But that would have to wait. The water was lukewarm at best and when his hand trailed from her stomach, out of the water and up through her cleavage, he noticed her skin was starting to follow suit. It probably wasn't helping that a good portion of her body was now out of the water.

He tucked his warm lips into the cool slope of her neck. "You're getting cold honey, we should go."

She opened her eyes to slits with a tortured groan. "I know, but you're so comfortable…I don't want to move."

He snorted against her flesh, landing some gentle kisses. "You can lay on me in bed, keep me warm with this sinful body of yours."

"Mmmpf."

A soft grunt was all she managed, and it was a couple of moments before she gathered the necessary strength to retrieve her arm from around his neck. He shifted underneath as her legs retreated into the water, and his hands encircled her waist to help her stand.

But when she reached a hand under the water to use his body as leverage, her fingers grazed what he'd been trying to ignore for the past ten minutes.

Her attention breathed new life, and he sucked in a breath, a small noise escaping as she closed her hand around his swollen cock.

There was sympathy in her eyes when she glanced back to meet his gaze and his did his best to play it off with a sheepish shrug.

He wanted to tell her that it was fine. Not to worry about it. That he wouldn't be hard at all if she wasn't so goddamn sexy.

But what came out of his mouth instead were a bunch of jumbled words as she leaned forward and tucked her legs back, her weight on her shins as she scooted to straddle his lap, still facing away from him.

His brain was short-circuiting, suddenly unable to put together a full sentence and process the reverse cowgirl position she was settling into at the same time.

His hands went to her lower back in front of him, knowing deep down that lifting her off of him was an empty threat. Unlike his mind, his body was having no qualms with what she was doing. "Uh Sam, it's fine…I mean…you don't have to...the water…"

She didn't pay him any mind as she lined them up. And when he felt her warm heat envelope his thick head as she eased down onto him, it forced the remaining words out of his lungs in a strangled rush.

"Shit...Sam."

Grasping the sides of the tub, she met his eyes over her shoulder.

And he could see the arousal on her face mirroring his own. The black ink of her pupils consuming the blue irises. The lustful expression on her face as she sheathed his length in a slow descent.

A long, strained groan climbed out of his mouth as she faced forward and wiggled her hips, working the last inch of him inside of her with a heavy gasp.

His eyes cascaded down the length of her. All lean muscle and soft curves from the narrowing of her waist, to the generous flair of her hips, and into her rounded succulent six. His hands followed the slope of her back, skimming down beneath the water; and he reveled in the way her firm globes fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. He grunted, squeezing them while she rocked onto his length. "Fuck, you're breathtaking."

He was mesmerized with the view in front of him, completely in her thrall as she fell into an unhurried rhythm. Watching the stretch of her pink lips over his wide girth, clinging to his generous length as her hips rose slowly off of him. Only to swallow him whole on the next wonderful plunge, her tight wet walls unraveling him with ease.

The slow pace was amazing and agonizing torture at the same time. He loved it. The way she was taking him so completely. And he couldn't stop the choked moans of her name from tumbling out of his mouth as he twitched and released a little, the promising tingling of another orgasm licking through his groin.

His body tensed as he resisted the inevitable, not wanting it to end too quickly.

But she wasn't having any of it, glancing over her shoulder with a sultry pout that had him twitching and leaking again. "Your cock feels so good Jack. Please, come inside me?"

With a sharp curse he sat up fast, sending water over the sides of the tub as a surge of arousal jolted through him from her begging tone. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her flush with a possessive growl, ripping a gasp from her lips as he bent his knees and tilted his hips up for a deep grind.

"Oh god, yes."

Her body melted in his arms as he took control. His teeth gritting together as he pressed his forehead between her shoulder blades. His arms and chest flexing around her as he lifted and lowered her, pumping her onto his cock in short deep pulses that had her keening.

The orgasm hit him like a freight train and his arms cinched around her as he came hard with a shout, grinding and rocking her against him as his body shuddered violently with the release.

His eyes closed as he fought to catch his breath, the euphoric rush fading slowly.

He slumped against her back. "Christ Sam."

Feeling wrecked, he loosened his hold on her, the shaky fatigue in his arms making itself known. He hadn't realized he'd been squeezing her so tightly until he heard her take a few deep ragged breaths.

"Sorry sweetie." he mumbled against her skin, peppering the base of her neck with messy apologetic kisses.

Her flushed skin bumped against his lips as she chuckled breathlessly. "Don't be. I love when you hold me like that." She leaned back into him with a deep sigh. "Like you'll never let me go."

His heart stuttered. "I won't…let you go."

When he heard the audible hitch in her breath, a lurch of insecurity flared through his stomach, twisting it into knots. It wasn't the words, but the steely insistence in which he delivered them that had him regretting it immediately. He tried to lighten his tone with a half-hearted chuckle. "Well, that sounded creepy."

"Not to me."

Her quick, resolute reply unfurled the knots immediately, saving him. And his heart thudded loudly in his ears, a wave of joyful relief making him dizzy with possibilities.

Maybe she would understand about the panic attacks. Maybe they wouldn't scare her as much as he thought they would.

It was her gentle voice that kicked him out of his dreamy state and back into reality.

"Come on, let's get warm."

She gripped the sides of the tub and they both groaned as she shifted up and off of him. He kept supportive hands on her hips until she was standing, following her out a moment later and leaving the cool water behind. He cringed at the small moat around the tub as she pulled the plug and tossed down his used towel from earlier. "Damn, I made a mess."

"Worth it."

Her wink and bright grin filled his stomach with lofty butterflies. And before the feeling had a chance to soak in, she was gripping two of his fingers and tugging him towards the shower.

The hot water chased the chill away; her long, warm hug under the gentle rainfall easily surpassing other memorable moments of his life. Wrapped in her arms. The lazy drag of her fingertips coasting up the back of his neck, sweeping tenderly through his hair. Yep, it was one for the books.

By the time they were rinsed off, she was struggling to keep her eyes open, using his shoulder to muffle her lion-sized yawns.

Any hope of tasting her was put decisively on the back burner as he helped her dry off and led her to bed. It'd been a long day after all. And as she tucked her body into his and drifted off to sleep, he swallowed hard, looking up at the reflection of them in the mirror above their heads.

This was real. Not some dream or alternate reality or alien cake bullshit. Real.

Holy shit.

He exhaled a shaky breath as he tilted his head down to get a better look at her, a flare of giddiness erupting in his chest.

A very naked Carter was draped all over him.

And he wasn't going to be able to sleep anytime soon.