Notes: This chapter is rated M for explicit content. If you don't want to read the sexy part, just skip to the section after the last POV marker.
-Begin-
Sam crossed the threshold of Jack's house and took a deep, cleansing breath. They hadn't spoken a word aloud since leaving the base; both content just to hold hands during the drive.
"Sam," Jack finally said closing the door and tugging her into his arms. She went willingly; wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his neck.
"You want anything to eat or drink?" He asked, his lips against her head.
"No," she mumbled against his neck. She felt his body tighten as her breath caressed his skin. She could tell he was trying to keep himself in check for her.
"Want to go to bed?" He asked pulling back, then winced. "I mean to sleep. I'm not trying to pressure you into doing anything."
"I know," she ran her hands over and down his chest. She could feel how acute his need was, but also his determination to let her set the pace. But she didn't want to wait any longer. She needed to touch him, for him to touch her. Sam let her need for him wash over them.
"God, Sam," he shook slightly. "Are you sure?"
"Make love to me, Jack," she whispered, their lips almost touching. "Be with me because you want to, not because you have to."
Closing the paper-thin distance between them, Jack kissed her sending shockwaves from her lips all the way to her core. He walked her backwards, moving her sideways to avoid the furniture between the living room and his bedroom; all the while pulling their clothes off.
As the back of her legs hit the bed, she stood before him in her standard issue underwear. She'd forgone her sports bra thinking the elastic would press too hard against the bruises on her chest.
"You are breathtaking," he said before laying her in the center of his bed and stripping his pants and boxers off. Sam was shocked by the sight of him. While her body already knew his, the only time they'd been together was the night of the fire, and her body was burning so hot that she didn't register much beyond the need for him.
At her stare he chuckled. "Like what you see?"
She licked her lips in response, causing his eyes to darken. "Very much," Sam told him smiling.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said as he partially covered her with his body. She couldn't stop the small wince of pain as his body pressed against a tender spot on her side. "I know you're sore in places," he said as he shifted his weight to the side and lowered his head to gently twirled her nipple with his tongue.
"Not sore enough to stop," she gasped, arching under him. Sam loved the attention he paid to her breasts as she buried her hands in his hair. "Jack," she said breathlessly as she sent a mental image of what she'd always imagined him doing in her fantasies.
His body shuddered against hers as he said, "one of my fantasies, too," and kissed his way down her body.
She held her breath as he lowered his head and used his lips and tongue to tease the very heat of her. She could vaguely recall him making love to her with his mouth before, but the memory was dulled. This time, she was acutely aware as he masterfully played out the mental image she had sent him, not stopping until she arched against his mouth and exploded into a million pieces.
—POV—
Jack crawled up Sam's body and shifted them onto their sides. Laying down facing her, he pulled her leg over his hips; sensing this position would be the most comfortable for her.
"Sam," he waited until her eyes met his. "I love you," he said as he slipped inside; letting her warm heat surround him.
"I love you," she gasped and pushed her hips into his. Staring into her eyes, he drew his hips back and pushed inside again.
As her eyes fluttered closed, he said, "open your eyes; stay right here with me."
Setting a slow pace, he enjoyed watching the emotions cross her face. He was learning that his Sam held nothing back when they joined together; she freely gave him her mind, body, and soul.
When she started urging him to go faster, he shifted his angle a bit hitting a spot that had them both seeing stars, but continued the slow pace.
Jack's brow beaded with sweat as he worked to hold his release at bay. He could feel how close Sam was; how his slow and steady love making was driving her crazy in a delicious way. Reaching between their bodies, he found her bundle of nerves and circled it with his fingers. Sam called his name as she let go; her eyes finally closing and her body trembling. Jack finally let his release consume him, his own surrender more powerful than he expected; his soul calling out for hers.
It was several minutes before Jack's brain started functioning again. The first thing he felt was one of Sam's hands gently rubbing his back, while her other arm was slipped under his head, pillowing him against her. A wave of emotion filled him in a way he'd never experienced.
"Welcome back," she said gently, her smile radiant.
"Sam, that was— I—" he couldn't form the words to explain what he'd just experienced. Luckily, he didn't have to.
"I know," she said before giving him a long and slow kiss.
They lay wrapped together until he softened and slipped out of her. At the sensation, a sudden thought made him freeze. "I didn't even think to ask if you wanted me to use a condom," he told her.
"I think we are way past that, don't you?" She chuckled as she pushed him onto his back and snuggled into his side.
He gave her a lopsided grin at the truth of her words, "It's always my first instinct to protect you."
"In this case, I protected us. I'm on the birth control implant, standard SGC procedure," her fingers absently traced patterns on his skin.
"You know," she said a few minutes later, propping her chin on his chest, "you aren't always going to be the one in control."
"Hmm?" He said as his body slid closer and closer to sleep.
"Next time its my turn to drive you crazy," she licked her lips.
Jack's body tightened as he became instantly awake at her words; his mind shuffling through the many fantasies he'd had with Sam as the star.
"I like that one," she said with a smile. He twitched at the thought of her fulfilling that particular fantasy, but knew his body wasn't going to cooperate tonight. "Goodnight, Jack," she said as her eyes twinkled, and whispered in his mind, dream of me.
He did.
—POV—
"Hello?" Daniel's voice was gruff from sleep. "It's two o'clock in the morning this had better be good," he complained.
"I need your help," General Hammond said quietly.
"Sir?" Daniel immediately sat up in bed. It was definitely the first time the head of the SGC had called him in the middle of the night.
"I assume you aren't calling me in the middle of the night to say hello," Daniel said then cringed at his flippant words. "Sorry, my brain isn't working yet."
"That's okay, son," Hammond said. "I'm calling because I need your help. Both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter are going to face a court-martial. I thought I could intervene, but Senator Kinsey got wind of the situation. He doesn't know the particulars, but my sources tell me he's going to use this as the catalyst for disbanding SG-1 and assuming control of the SGC."
Daniel cringed at the General's words. Kinsey had been trying for years to find a way to discredit all of them. He'd twist what happened between Jack and Sam until he'd made it into something vile.
"I'm not gong to be able to stop him without breaking some rules, which I can't do without playing directly into his hand to discredit the SGC," Hammond said.
"I assume you have a plan," Daniel urged him to continue.
"I do, but neither Jack nor Sam can know about it. If it backfires, I want them to have plausible deniability," Hammond explained.
"How can I help?" Daniel wanted to know.
"As you've reminded me many times Dr. Jackson, you don't have to play by our rules," there was a smile in the General's voice. "Here's what I want you to do."