(This chapter was written in a state of fluffy sloppy slushy romantic grab
you sick bucket kind of way, I beg your forgiveness ;-) )
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In a tangle of limbs they had rolled back and forth over the soft padded bed beneath them and insatiable desire to explore every inch of other overtaking their senses. Cushions were now splayed over the floor where they had been idly pushed out of the way. The soft thick coverings were amalgamated together in different parts of the large platform its occupants oblivious to anything but each other. When kissing had caused a slight intoxifying need of air mouths had instead searched new areas of each bodies. Neither fought for the upper hand rather taking turns in seeking out new and interesting ways to heighten the sensations which were running rampant through each other bodies and yet things hadn't gone 'that far' yet.
This time round Jack had managed to yet again look down over the heavenly beauty that was Samantha Carter. He had a need to permanently cover her mouth with his own. There was something about the way she responded and reciprocated the gesture that made him feel like a teenager again. Un- caring of the rest of the world. If he died now he'd be a happy man in the knowledge he'd managed to get Carter in this position and her completely happy and content to be in the position. He loved the way her finger nails softly dragged across his back when he embraced for yet another passionate kiss. Tongues were definitely exploring further now; he loved the touch of her skin under his own hands through the filmy material of the dress she was still wearing. Strangely enough their need to lose clothing hadn't occurred to either of them and they were both still partly dressed. It was if time didn't seem to be of the essence rather that a delicate intimate chance to get to know you had taken over.
Sam ran dragged her hands up Jacks back to his neck as he kissed her, running her fingertips through his hair. She could feel his hands slowly tracing a line down her sides, the touch of the material she wore between his fingers and her skin restricting yet heightening the soft feel as they wove intricate dancing patterns. As his mouth delved deeper onto hers, she tried to make some semblance of thought pattern although the distracting tongue melding with hers and roving fingertips didn't help. Eventually she managed to realise her right legs was lying somewhat between both of his. She levitated her body upward toward him and he allowed her to roll over him without breaking the kiss. His strong hands sliding over her bared back pulling her body on top of him and hugging her body tighter too him, their mouths fighting the need for a breathe as the kiss intensified. As the kiss broke Sam laid a hand on the bed between Jacks head and shoulder and leaned up for a moment taking a deep breath. Jacks fingers danced a familiar dance along her spine.
Jack looked up at the smouldering blues that were looking down at him and smiled her weight light and comfortable against him. He traced the familiar line of her spine with his fingers expertly. All semblance of conversation had been lost for whatever time they had been making out on the bed. He furrowed his brow in thought. And what a serious makeout session it had been. Sam looked down at his furrowed thoughtful frown, a lopsided smile had appeared on his face. She wondered what he was thinking; her breathing had nearly normalised although lying on top Jack, his arms tight around her wasn't helping her heart race slow down a pace.
Sam sighed and lowered her head to his neck for a moment. Her eyes closed as she tried some how to get a signal from her brain to her heart for it to stop fluttering. Shifting her position slightly she heard a low emitting growl rise in Jacks throat. She smiled and wondered if he could feel her upturned lips against the skin. Teasingly she traced a small line between his shoulder and neck with the tip of her tongue slowly shifting her weight against him once more. Jacks fingers had stopped moving long her spine and rested at the bottom of her back and she heard the low sound once more. She liked the sound of it and liked the fact she helped 'create' it.
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In a tangle of limbs they had rolled back and forth over the soft padded bed beneath them and insatiable desire to explore every inch of other overtaking their senses. Cushions were now splayed over the floor where they had been idly pushed out of the way. The soft thick coverings were amalgamated together in different parts of the large platform its occupants oblivious to anything but each other. When kissing had caused a slight intoxifying need of air mouths had instead searched new areas of each bodies. Neither fought for the upper hand rather taking turns in seeking out new and interesting ways to heighten the sensations which were running rampant through each other bodies and yet things hadn't gone 'that far' yet.
This time round Jack had managed to yet again look down over the heavenly beauty that was Samantha Carter. He had a need to permanently cover her mouth with his own. There was something about the way she responded and reciprocated the gesture that made him feel like a teenager again. Un- caring of the rest of the world. If he died now he'd be a happy man in the knowledge he'd managed to get Carter in this position and her completely happy and content to be in the position. He loved the way her finger nails softly dragged across his back when he embraced for yet another passionate kiss. Tongues were definitely exploring further now; he loved the touch of her skin under his own hands through the filmy material of the dress she was still wearing. Strangely enough their need to lose clothing hadn't occurred to either of them and they were both still partly dressed. It was if time didn't seem to be of the essence rather that a delicate intimate chance to get to know you had taken over.
Sam ran dragged her hands up Jacks back to his neck as he kissed her, running her fingertips through his hair. She could feel his hands slowly tracing a line down her sides, the touch of the material she wore between his fingers and her skin restricting yet heightening the soft feel as they wove intricate dancing patterns. As his mouth delved deeper onto hers, she tried to make some semblance of thought pattern although the distracting tongue melding with hers and roving fingertips didn't help. Eventually she managed to realise her right legs was lying somewhat between both of his. She levitated her body upward toward him and he allowed her to roll over him without breaking the kiss. His strong hands sliding over her bared back pulling her body on top of him and hugging her body tighter too him, their mouths fighting the need for a breathe as the kiss intensified. As the kiss broke Sam laid a hand on the bed between Jacks head and shoulder and leaned up for a moment taking a deep breath. Jacks fingers danced a familiar dance along her spine.
Jack looked up at the smouldering blues that were looking down at him and smiled her weight light and comfortable against him. He traced the familiar line of her spine with his fingers expertly. All semblance of conversation had been lost for whatever time they had been making out on the bed. He furrowed his brow in thought. And what a serious makeout session it had been. Sam looked down at his furrowed thoughtful frown, a lopsided smile had appeared on his face. She wondered what he was thinking; her breathing had nearly normalised although lying on top Jack, his arms tight around her wasn't helping her heart race slow down a pace.
Sam sighed and lowered her head to his neck for a moment. Her eyes closed as she tried some how to get a signal from her brain to her heart for it to stop fluttering. Shifting her position slightly she heard a low emitting growl rise in Jacks throat. She smiled and wondered if he could feel her upturned lips against the skin. Teasingly she traced a small line between his shoulder and neck with the tip of her tongue slowly shifting her weight against him once more. Jacks fingers had stopped moving long her spine and rested at the bottom of her back and she heard the low sound once more. She liked the sound of it and liked the fact she helped 'create' it.