Ah., the long-awaited chapter 2, I'm so sorry that I have neglected all of you, but I had final exams, damn the inventor of the trimester. I have been trying to keep this clean…so very hard.
Here it is, enjoy!
Disclaimer: The lyrics are not mine..yadda yadda, i don't own jack o'neill or sam carter. I don't own sex, either, happy?
His heart grew heavy. He looked at her, she lay on her back in a deep sleep. "What have I done?" he thought loud. He let out a deep sigh, then pulled the Colonel to him.
He looked over at her. He couldn't believe what he had done to her, again.
God, she was beautiful. Her blonde curls landed on her cheekbone, and he brushed the hair away from her eyes so he could look upon her flawless face. He could not believe that he had waited so many years. She hadn't changed. To him, she was still Captain Carter, the young vivacious, although nerdy, beautiful woman that he had had the pleasure of looking upon, and the honor and the priveledge of serving with. He owed his life to her. He owed everything to her. She brought him back to life. Daniel had kept him going, but Sam gave him something to strive for. She gave him something he wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was a lot. He could've ruined everything for her. That was all she needed. A court-martial, to lose her job, and everything she had goin' for her, just so he could get off. But it was more than that. He loved her. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone, more than he thought he could love. He would die for her. He would do unspeakable things for he, and he had.
"Hi there."
Oh, he looked so good. He smiled at her. She smiled back. She bit her bottom lip, as was often her reaction to awkward situations.
"So." He didn't know what to say. Nothing, everything.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?"
Sam nodded and moved to his lips. She kissed him softly, and then slid her tongue between his lips, and with the taste, was reminded of everything that had happened the night before. She smiled, and she shuddered.
"You okay?" he seemed genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, just…wow!" she blushed, and he kissed her.
She kissed him back, and pulled him to her, nothing in between them, the covers over their heads.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.
Jack closed his eyes. Just for a moment. The words sunk in. he had heard Cassie listening to this song, and the words ran though his head. He couldn't bear it. He wanted He wanted Sam so badly, and he couldn't leave her like this. Alone. He knew she was afraid, she had told him so.
"What?"
She had shocked him. He was deep in his own thoughts, and he looked it.
"Nothing, just thinking."
"Oh, crap, that can't be good." she giggled.
"Carter……you're such a girl."
"And you'd prefer it if I weren't?"
"I didn't mean like that, I meant…"
"I know what you meant, you big queer bag."
"That's You big Queer Bag, Sir."
He laughed at her. She blushed. A heavy sigh left her.
"Jack?"
"Samantha."
"When we get back….it'll be different, won't it?"
"I sure hope so." He said, and he touched her shoulders, and pinned her to the floor, kissing her lips hard, and straddling her hips. She groaned as he entered her body, all of him. He was deliberately slow. He looked intensely into her eyes, and she shivered. Maybe it was the cold draft coming into the cave, or the cool stone floor on her bare backside, but she had a strange feeling that it was those black eyes, behind them hid a man of great physical prowess, a man of great power, a man that looked as though he wanted to rip her in half, in a good way. His moist tongue found its way all over her body. Her hands moved from his shoulders and down his back, grabbing his flesh, and making him groan in pain. Her lips moved across his chest to his neck, biting his nipples and rubbing her tongue across his collar bone. Sam, was thrown back, and Jack began to quicken his pace. Her eyes closed, and she groaned with pleasure. He cried out as he felt her grip tighten, and then it was over, and they laid on a wet, cold cave floor, Unable to speak, regaining breath.