A/N: The third prompt I chose was Lucky. If I'm lucky, you'll enjoy this one!
"You, sir, are getting lucky tonight," Sam said in a sultry voice as Jack zipped up the back of her little black dress. She chuckled when his hands faltered slightly at her words before finishing the task.
"Lucky as in," he looked up, their eyes meeting in the long mirror.
"Sex," she replied, grinning at the way his eyes darkened to a deep brown.
Jack cleared his throat. They were just about ready to leave for dinner at the White House and he was contemplating how much trouble he'd get into for being late.
"Don't even think about it," Sam giggled at the look in his eyes. "You are the guest of honor. We can't be late."
"You are evil, Sam," Jack grumbled, discreetly reaching down to readjust himself.
"If I have to watch half of Washington flirt with my husband tonight, at least I know I'll be the one you're thinking about," she leaned up and nipped his lips.
Jack rolled his eyes. No one would flirt with his old ass, they'd be too busy staring at his hot wife and wondering what she saw in him. He told her just that.
"I know you're oblivious to it, but you're quite the catch, Jack," Sam told him with a grin. "Come on," she handed him her shawl, so he could wrap it around her shoulders.
During the event Sam watched in awe as Jack worked the room like an expert. She knew he hated it, the pompous, grandioseness of it all, but she admired his skills nonetheless. The tactical genius he used to save her six in the field translated exceptionally well to politics.
"Hello, General," a woman dressed in a tight gold and black cocktail dress said, sliding up next to him. Despite the hand he'd kept on the small of Sam's back all night, the woman touched his arm flirtatiously.
"Ma'am," Jack said stiffly, using the matronly term despite her younger age.
"Congratulations on your promotion," she said in a sultry tone, "making Lieutenant General is quite an accomplishment."
"Yes, well," Jack extracted his arm from her grasp, "it wouldn't be possible if not for the support of my wife." He replied pointedly.
"You're wife," the woman actually pouted. "Oh, you must be very proud of your husband," she said, acting as if she'd only just noticed Sam.
"Indeed," Sam replied, making Jack smirk. "If you'll excuse us," she led them away toward an exit into the Rose Garden.
As soon as they were alone, Sam turned, pushing Jack back into the shadows and swallowing his gasp of surprise. Her lips found his, claiming him as her tongue darted into his mouth. When she pulled back, the bemused look on his face filled her with feminine pride.
"Damn, Carter," he cleared his throat.
She grinned. Since getting married, he only called her Carter in private when he was incredibly turned on.
"Every time you get flirted with, General," she reached up and adjusted his tie, "I'm dragging you out here to remind you who you belong to." She finger combed his hair and tugged him back inside to resume their mingling before he could respond.
By the time the clock struck midnight, Sam had dragged Jack to the Rose Garden six more times. He was sure someone important had noticed their erratic behavior, but he really didn't care. Not when his wife was pressing up against his body, her mouth nibbling his jawline, her hand cupping him through his pants.
"Now will you believe me," she breathed against his ear, "when I tell you how incredibly lucky I am to be yours?"
He grunted noncommittally.
"Because if one more woman flirts with you tonight," she tugged his earlobe with her teeth, "I'm going to have to claim you a bit more publicly."
Jack's entire body clenched at the thought. He already knew Sam had a kinky exhibitionist streak, but he didn't think she'd take it quite that far.
"Let's get out of here," he told her gruffly, not willing to take the chance. He grabbed her hand and led her back into the ballroom and through the throngs of people still milling about.
"Jack!" The President's voice boomed, making them both stop in their tracks.
"I'm sorry, sir," Jack responded instantly. "There's an, um, emergency. I'm afraid we need to leave."
"Of course," the President nodded in understanding. "I'll see you tomorrow morning. You can fill me in then."
"Yes, sir," Jack agreed, then turned on his heel and practically ran from the room, dragging Sam behind him.
"You totally lied to our commander-in-chief," Sam snickered as they climbed into the limo that would take them back to Jack's townhouse.
"No I didn't," Jack replied, jerking her onto his lap and burying his face in her cleavage. "The situation has risen to emergency levels," he ground into her to prove his point.
Sam laughed lustily. "What are you going to tell him tomorrow?"
"The truth," Jack licked a path along her neck, making Sam's head tilt to the side. "That a rowdy Colonel caused a ruckus and I had to see to her discipline personally."
"You wouldn't dare," Sam growled, jerking his lips to hers and showing him exactly how lucky he was going to get.