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Sam leaned into the elevator wall and groaned softly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"What's wrong?"
She opened her eyes and looked at Jack, an immediate and intense warmth flooding over her. Tonight had been one of the best evenings she could ever remember. Spending time with old friends, Jack beside her. Holding her while they danced. Laughing at all the stories. Touching her beneath the tablecloth. Taking her hand.
What a simple act it was... taking someone's hand. It wasn't overly erotic... overtly sexual... but was purely wonderful in its simplicity. Something so many took for granted, and she would never take for granted again. She held out her hand to him, and he took it, stepping closer to her in the confined space.
"My feet," she finally answered. "I'm not exactly accustomed to wearing anything other than SGC-issue combat boots and the occasional sneaker. Five inch heels and a night of dancing are about to do me in."
He stepped back, still holding her hand, and looked down the length of her. "Yeah, but they're hot."
The elevator dinged and bumped to a stop to let them out of their floor. Jack held her hand as they walked down the hall, and she did her best to still look graceful. But the balls of her feet were throbbing, and right about then she'd give her left arm for a comfortable pair of slippers. A few feet short of their door, Jack stopped and surprised Sam by dropping to one knee in front of her.
"Jack...?"
He gently took hold of one of her ankles, and after she put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself, he unbuckled the shoe and slipped it off her foot. Sam sighed as she stepped flat on the plush hall carpet.
"Oh, that's nice."
He lifted his chin to look up at her, and smiled his slowest – sexiest grin. Then he tapped her other ankle and she shifted her weight so he could unbuckle that one as well. With both feet free of the torturous shoes, he stood and picked them up, hooking the back straps over his fingers to carry them at his side. With his arm around her waist, they reached the hotel room door and he used his passkey to open it.
Sam padded across the soft floor, enjoying the cushioning beneath her feet and sank down on the bed. Jack took a seat on the small piece of furniture she couldn't quite bring herself to call a couch, and watched her. She felt the heat of his gaze on her as real as a touch, and looked at him. His brown eyes nearly smoldered.
"Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" he finally said.
"Not in so many words..."
He lifted his chin slightly, parted his lips, then said, "Consider it mentioned."
Sam didn't want to think about the fact that less than twenty-four hours from that moment it would be over. They would be back in ado Springs... she would be in her quiet little house... he would be in his secluded one... and they would be alone. She wanted to go on pretending that this was the first day of the rest of their lives.
She never wanted it to end.
Sam stared at him and released a shuddered sigh.
He came off the couch in fluid motion, and as their open mouths came together, he laid her back on the bed. His body weight was delicious and erotic and set her blood on fire as he pressed her into the mattress. She refused to think about tomorrow... the future... only the moment. The now.
Jack.
Just Jack.
He pressed kisses to her throat and shoulders, his breath warm and his tongue hot. Sam held on, feeling the hard strength of his muscles through his clothes, wishing she could tear the sweater's fibers away and let her feel his skin. His mouth found hers once more, and as he kissed her again and again... one kiss never ending before the next onslaught began... she prayed for a miracle.
Then his arms came around her, snaking between her body and the bed, and he pulled her to him in an almost impossibly tight hold. She fought to catch her breath as he pressed his face into her neck and she felt him draw in a shaky breath. The sob that ripped through her took her by surprise, and she had no defense against it. Tears ran to her temples, wetting her hair, and Jack still held on. Sam buried her face against the soft knit of his sweater and clung to him with all the strength she had.
When Jack opened his eyes the next morning, he found himself staring into Sam's blue gaze. She was as close to him as possible, with her head propped against her arm, watching him. Jack smiled, and tightened his arm around her waist, bringing her closer still.
"Hey," he said, his voice morning-rough.
"Hey."
Sam touched his face, and he heard her nails scrape across the rough bristles he hadn't yet shaved away. She moved her touch to his lips, making them tingle with the delicateness of the caress.
"I love your lips," she said softly.
"I kinda like yours, too."
She smiled, but he saw the shadows behind her blue eyes. The night before had been rough... for both of them. He mentally kicked himself a dozen times over for pushing the limits as far as he had. Three months in an Iraqi prison, and seven years of fighting the Goa'uld didn't hold a candle to the strength he had to call on to stop from making love to her. Just to keep from touching her... getting that much closer to her. He didn't dare see how far his self-restraint would go.
Sam shifted and Jack rolled to his back so she lay partially across his body. He liked looking up at her while lying in bed. Liked it a lot. He slowly worked his hands over her back, feeling through the tee shirt the gentle beads that made her spine, down over the soft swell of her backside. It would take no effort at all to pull her across his lap...
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into the pillows as she seemed to read his fantasy and settled her body across his, her thighs on each side of his hips.
"Sam..." he moaned out.
Her hands slipped beneath his tee shirt, pushing it up his stomach. The skin of her palms were hot against him, and before he could reason with himself to stop, he took her head between his hands and pulled her down for an open-mouthed kiss that rocked him to his core.
"Jack, please..." she said against his mouth.
He knew the evidence of how much he wanted to do just what she begged was physically and blatantly obvious... no training in the world could have prevented it. She rocked her hips, and despite the thin layers of clothing between them, Jack thought he was going to die. He moved his hands to her hips, and even though every alarm in his head was going off to STOP, he guided her movements to bring her closer still.
Sam tipped her head back, her nails curling into his chest.
"Jack..."
He rolled them together, taking the top position, settling between her thighs. Sam's breath came in short, rapid snaps and her eyes glistened with arousal. Jack moved against her, wishing with all he was that their clothing wasn't between them... and thanking anyone who would listen that they were. He braced his elbows into the mattress and brought his weight off her.
Even that shift their bodies was enough to set every nerve ending in his body to sparking. Sam moaned, a soft purr in her throat.
"Damn it..." he whispered, his voice rough in his own throat. "Sam."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, and he immediately saw the moisture glistening there again. But he couldn't begrudge her the way she felt, because he felt the same way. If he could, he'd probably cry, too.
He stroked her face and leaned in to kiss away a tear as it fell.
"I'm so sorry, Sam. I never should have—"
She pressed her finger to his lips. "No. I refuse to regret anything, and I won't let you either."
Only because he had to before he forgot every resolve in his heart, he moved off her and pulled her with him so they lay facing each other again. Silent tears ran from Sam's eyes and he stroked them away.
"Sam, the first time I make love to you I don't want to have to pretend it never happened the next day. I don't want to act like it's something I wish I had never done."
She sniffed. "Neither do I."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, enjoying one last time the feel of having her in his bed and in his embrace. Jack kissed her hair, her temple and her neck before pressing his lips to her own.
"Jack, I---"
"Shhhhh," he whispered. "Let me hold you just a little while longer."
Sam leaned into the elevator wall and groaned softly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"What's wrong?"
She opened her eyes and looked at Jack, an immediate and intense warmth flooding over her. Tonight had been one of the best evenings she could ever remember. Spending time with old friends, Jack beside her. Holding her while they danced. Laughing at all the stories. Touching her beneath the tablecloth. Taking her hand.
What a simple act it was... taking someone's hand. It wasn't overly erotic... overtly sexual... but was purely wonderful in its simplicity. Something so many took for granted, and she would never take for granted again. She held out her hand to him, and he took it, stepping closer to her in the confined space.
"My feet," she finally answered. "I'm not exactly accustomed to wearing anything other than SGC-issue combat boots and the occasional sneaker. Five inch heels and a night of dancing are about to do me in."
He stepped back, still holding her hand, and looked down the length of her. "Yeah, but they're hot."
The elevator dinged and bumped to a stop to let them out of their floor. Jack held her hand as they walked down the hall, and she did her best to still look graceful. But the balls of her feet were throbbing, and right about then she'd give her left arm for a comfortable pair of slippers. A few feet short of their door, Jack stopped and surprised Sam by dropping to one knee in front of her.
"Jack...?"
He gently took hold of one of her ankles, and after she put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself, he unbuckled the shoe and slipped it off her foot. Sam sighed as she stepped flat on the plush hall carpet.
"Oh, that's nice."
He lifted his chin to look up at her, and smiled his slowest – sexiest grin. Then he tapped her other ankle and she shifted her weight so he could unbuckle that one as well. With both feet free of the torturous shoes, he stood and picked them up, hooking the back straps over his fingers to carry them at his side. With his arm around her waist, they reached the hotel room door and he used his passkey to open it.
Sam padded across the soft floor, enjoying the cushioning beneath her feet and sank down on the bed. Jack took a seat on the small piece of furniture she couldn't quite bring herself to call a couch, and watched her. She felt the heat of his gaze on her as real as a touch, and looked at him. His brown eyes nearly smoldered.
"Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" he finally said.
"Not in so many words..."
He lifted his chin slightly, parted his lips, then said, "Consider it mentioned."
Sam didn't want to think about the fact that less than twenty-four hours from that moment it would be over. They would be back in ado Springs... she would be in her quiet little house... he would be in his secluded one... and they would be alone. She wanted to go on pretending that this was the first day of the rest of their lives.
She never wanted it to end.
Sam stared at him and released a shuddered sigh.
He came off the couch in fluid motion, and as their open mouths came together, he laid her back on the bed. His body weight was delicious and erotic and set her blood on fire as he pressed her into the mattress. She refused to think about tomorrow... the future... only the moment. The now.
Jack.
Just Jack.
He pressed kisses to her throat and shoulders, his breath warm and his tongue hot. Sam held on, feeling the hard strength of his muscles through his clothes, wishing she could tear the sweater's fibers away and let her feel his skin. His mouth found hers once more, and as he kissed her again and again... one kiss never ending before the next onslaught began... she prayed for a miracle.
Then his arms came around her, snaking between her body and the bed, and he pulled her to him in an almost impossibly tight hold. She fought to catch her breath as he pressed his face into her neck and she felt him draw in a shaky breath. The sob that ripped through her took her by surprise, and she had no defense against it. Tears ran to her temples, wetting her hair, and Jack still held on. Sam buried her face against the soft knit of his sweater and clung to him with all the strength she had.
When Jack opened his eyes the next morning, he found himself staring into Sam's blue gaze. She was as close to him as possible, with her head propped against her arm, watching him. Jack smiled, and tightened his arm around her waist, bringing her closer still.
"Hey," he said, his voice morning-rough.
"Hey."
Sam touched his face, and he heard her nails scrape across the rough bristles he hadn't yet shaved away. She moved her touch to his lips, making them tingle with the delicateness of the caress.
"I love your lips," she said softly.
"I kinda like yours, too."
She smiled, but he saw the shadows behind her blue eyes. The night before had been rough... for both of them. He mentally kicked himself a dozen times over for pushing the limits as far as he had. Three months in an Iraqi prison, and seven years of fighting the Goa'uld didn't hold a candle to the strength he had to call on to stop from making love to her. Just to keep from touching her... getting that much closer to her. He didn't dare see how far his self-restraint would go.
Sam shifted and Jack rolled to his back so she lay partially across his body. He liked looking up at her while lying in bed. Liked it a lot. He slowly worked his hands over her back, feeling through the tee shirt the gentle beads that made her spine, down over the soft swell of her backside. It would take no effort at all to pull her across his lap...
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into the pillows as she seemed to read his fantasy and settled her body across his, her thighs on each side of his hips.
"Sam..." he moaned out.
Her hands slipped beneath his tee shirt, pushing it up his stomach. The skin of her palms were hot against him, and before he could reason with himself to stop, he took her head between his hands and pulled her down for an open-mouthed kiss that rocked him to his core.
"Jack, please..." she said against his mouth.
He knew the evidence of how much he wanted to do just what she begged was physically and blatantly obvious... no training in the world could have prevented it. She rocked her hips, and despite the thin layers of clothing between them, Jack thought he was going to die. He moved his hands to her hips, and even though every alarm in his head was going off to STOP, he guided her movements to bring her closer still.
Sam tipped her head back, her nails curling into his chest.
"Jack..."
He rolled them together, taking the top position, settling between her thighs. Sam's breath came in short, rapid snaps and her eyes glistened with arousal. Jack moved against her, wishing with all he was that their clothing wasn't between them... and thanking anyone who would listen that they were. He braced his elbows into the mattress and brought his weight off her.
Even that shift their bodies was enough to set every nerve ending in his body to sparking. Sam moaned, a soft purr in her throat.
"Damn it..." he whispered, his voice rough in his own throat. "Sam."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, and he immediately saw the moisture glistening there again. But he couldn't begrudge her the way she felt, because he felt the same way. If he could, he'd probably cry, too.
He stroked her face and leaned in to kiss away a tear as it fell.
"I'm so sorry, Sam. I never should have—"
She pressed her finger to his lips. "No. I refuse to regret anything, and I won't let you either."
Only because he had to before he forgot every resolve in his heart, he moved off her and pulled her with him so they lay facing each other again. Silent tears ran from Sam's eyes and he stroked them away.
"Sam, the first time I make love to you I don't want to have to pretend it never happened the next day. I don't want to act like it's something I wish I had never done."
She sniffed. "Neither do I."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, enjoying one last time the feel of having her in his bed and in his embrace. Jack kissed her hair, her temple and her neck before pressing his lips to her own.
"Jack, I---"
"Shhhhh," he whispered. "Let me hold you just a little while longer."