Rating: up to PG-13 for this chapter
All other info in chapter one.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed. Your feedback is greatly appreciated; glad you're enjoying it so far.
In Dreams
Chapter Two
Sam opened her front door, and Jack was standing outside.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, his eyes taking in her appearance, moving slowly down her body and then – even more slowly – back up again. "You look amazing."
Sam grinned. "Thank you."
"Are you ready to go?" he asked, offering her his hand.
"Of course," she replied, taking his hand and stepping out of the house.
He didn't step to one side, so she ended up mere centimetres from him, looking into his eyes. He leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Hi," he smiled after he broke the kiss.
"Hey," she smiled back, missing the feeling of his lips.
When he stepped away, she turned to close the door and his eyes were captured by the fact that the little black dress she was wearing dipped very low at the back. He couldn't resist. He stepped up behind her, placing his hands either side of her neck. She trembled a little at his touch, and smiled as his hands moved down her back, his lips replacing them at her neck. She rolled her head to the side, enjoying the tingling feeling spreading through her body.
"I thought we were going out?" she breathed.
"We are," he mumbled against her spine.
"Are you sure you want to?" she smirked.
He spun her round to face him pressing her up against the door with his body, and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
"Are you sure you want to?" he asked, not taking his lips off hers.
She smiled. "We have dinner reservations."
He moved his head back so he could look into her eyes. "Wanna keep them?"
She laughed, but was silenced by his finger across her mouth.
"No giggling."
She nodded and he lowered his hand.
"We should keep them," she suggested. "Seeing as Daniel, Janet and Teal'c are expecting us."
He wrinkled up his nose. "Yeah. You're right."
"Naturally," she said, cheekily. "We can be late, though," she grinned playfully.
Jack's eyes widened. "Samantha Carter. Rebel."
She giggled, but silenced herself by kissing him fervently.
Minutes later, when they came up for air, she stepped away from him and straightened her dress. "We'd better go... Else we never will."
Jack remained fixed to the spot, still encompassed by the power of her kiss.
She grinned and stepped back to him, kissing him once more. "We'll finish this later," she smiled seductively.
In his dark eyes she saw his desire, and liked the fact that she was in control at this moment.
She pressed her body tight against his, feeling how much he wanted her, and walked two fingers up the buttons of his shirt.
"Later," she promised, sealing it with a kiss. "We need to go now." She walked down the path and stopped at his car. Turning around and leaning on the side of the car, she waited for him to join her.
A minute or so later, he had composed himself and he approached the car.
"Nice of you to join me," she smiled.
"It's your fault," he argued, stopping in front of her and kissing her once before opening the car door for her. She climbed into the car, and he closed the door.
Sam woke up as a car door slammed outside. Disorientated by sleep she looked around and realised she was in her lounge, lying on her sofa. She sat up and rubbed a hand across her eyes, wiping the sleep from them, and hoping the feelings stirred by her dream would go with it.
A knock on her front door startled her. She looked at the time. Fourteen-thirty. She couldn't believe she'd fallen asleep in the afternoon. Nor could she believe she'd had another dream about Jack.
Her visitor knocked again, so she stood up, checked her appearance in the mirror, quickly ran a comb through her hair and moved to the door.
Opening it she found Janet standing outside.
"Hi!" Sam greeted her, almost making it a question.
"Hi!" Janet responded cheerfully. "You busy?"
Sam shook her head. "Come in." She stepped back to allow Janet to enter, closing the door behind the Doctor. "So what brings you here?"
Janet walked through to the lounge. "Nothing in particular... I heard you were off until tomorrow's mission... Wondered if you fancied catching a movie or something?"
Sam nodded. "Sounds good... Any idea what's on?"
"No," Janet admitted sitting down on the sofa.
"Oh. Well, I've got a paper around here somewhere," Sam said, rummaging through a pile of books on the table.
"Are you okay, Sam?" Janet asked.
"Oh, don't you start!" Sam said light-heartedly.
"Did someone else ask you that?" Janet asked.
"Daniel."
"Ah! Speaking of Daniel – "
Sam stopped looking for the paper and looked straight at Janet. "Oh, now we're getting to it."
"To what?" Janet feigned innocence.
"You've been speaking to Daniel." Sam shook her head and dropped onto a chair. "What did he tell you?"
Janet couldn't help smiling. "He may have mentioned – after I blackmailed him – that you had a dream about Colonel O'Neill last night... A dream that had you rather flustered at the briefing this morning."
Sam refused to blush. "I was not flustered!... I was ..."
"Distracted?" Janet offered with a knowing grin.
Sam shot her a glare. "What did you blackmail Daniel with?"
"Don't try to change the subject!... I want details... Unless it was one of those dreams, in which case... I want details," Janet giggled.
"Janet!..." Sam did blush now despite all her efforts not to. "It wasn't like that!... Besides I barely remember it now."
"Uh-huh! Okay. You don't wanna talk about it. I get it... We'll talk about it later," she smiled.
"We won't!"
"Yeah we will."
"We will not!" Sam insisted.
"Okay," Janet grinned. "... So? Do you wanna know what I blackmailed Daniel with?"
That night, Sam decided to read herself to sleep, hoping that she could fall into a deep dreamless sleep. After their movie she and Janet had gone for dinner and Janet had spent the entire evening asking questions about her dream, and quizzing Sam on whether she thought it meant anything. She was pretty sure that spending the whole night talking about him was not going to make it easy for any dream she did have to not focus on him.
So she was reading "Jurassic Park", determined that dinosaurs were going to take her mind off him.
"Well, that went well," Jack congratulated himself as he opened the door to his house and he and Sam stepped inside. He flicked the light switch to illuminate the hall as they walked through.
"It did," Sam agreed. "Did you think it wouldn't?"
He shook his head and pulled her into an embrace. "I knew they'd be pleased for us." He kissed her and she immediately melted against him. The kisses gradually increased in passion until they were both gasping for breath but longing for more.
"I believe we have unfinished business," she gasped as they reluctantly allowed their lips to part.
"Yes we do!" Jack agreed, running his hand up her arm then using her neck to pull her face towards his again.
He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him and he moved towards the bedroom.
By the time they reached the bed his shirt was open and Sam was placing kisses along his collarbone, deliberately drawing her lips gently over his skin in between, enjoying the response it provoked from his body.
He placed her on the end of the bed and pulled himself away from her tight embrace. She protested with a pout, which he ignored and continued with his plan. He trailed his hands down the sides of her still parted legs, crouching down until he reached her feet. Intentionally just grazing his fingertips over her skin, he slowly removed one shoe, and then moved to the other one. Then, massaging the bottom of her foot, he kissed the inside of her ankle. Sam shivered, squirming on the bed as he continued to kiss his way back up her leg. Reaching the hem of her dress, he stopped and looked up at her. She was staring at him with a powerful yearning that his body screamed to satiate. But he resisted his urges, and moved to the other leg, tenderly caressing the skin with his lips, slowly moving down to her ankle, where he sucked gently on the area he had found to be highly sensitive. A frustrated sigh escaped Sam's lips, and he smiled triumphantly.
Feeling him smile against her ankle, Sam narrowed her eyes – an automatic response, even though he couldn't see her face at that moment.
"Jack..." she growled, warningly.
He looked up at her innocently. "What?"
Propping herself up on her elbows she glared at him. "You know what!" she responded, her voice deep and serious, but the smile in her eyes not concealable.
He grinned. "Don't you like it when I kiss you here?" he asked, immediately kissing her ankle again. Her body trembled and she closed her eyes.
"Or here?" he continued, kissing the inside of her calf.
She sighed again.
"Or here?" This time he kissed her knee. "Or here?" He placed several kisses along the inside of her thigh, then kneeling up he put his hands on her hips and looked at her flushed face. "Don't you like that?" he smirked.
Sam didn't respond but she opened her eyes and captured his. This time he couldn't resist. He crawled on top of her, his hands dragging along her thighs as he did so, lifting her dress with them. His body pressed against hers and her triumphant smile was lost beneath a kiss. His mouth met frantically with hers. Tongues duelling forcefully, lips tasting. One hand moved to her shoulder and lowered the strap of her dress, his hand following it past her shoulder. She manoeuvred her arm out of it, and he ran his fingers down her arm, taking hold of her wrist and lifting it above her head. Moving his lips to her neck and shoulder he kissed tenderly as his fingertips trailed lightly back down her arm. As his hand and face met at her shoulder, his lips caressed the sensitive skin under her arm, as his hand moved her dress lower down her body exposing more skin for him to taste and explore...
Sam woke to the sound of her alarm clock. She reached across and silenced it whilst internally cursing it for waking her up. Then she remembered it wasn't good that she was having dreams like that about her commanding officer and she forced all thoughts of closing her eyes, and hoping the dream would continue, from her mind. She peeled open her eyes and looked at the clock. Beside it was "Jurassic Park". She snorted. So much for that plan.
She rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Running the shower she turned it down to cool, and stepped into the spray, letting the cold water calm her heated skin. She had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the dreams – it was, after all, the life she wished she could have – but at the same time they were disturbing her. She didn't like thinking of him like that, and they were going offworld today, she couldn't afford to be distracted. Her stomach tightened as it occurred to her that – if they were offworld for more than a day – she would have to sleep close to him, and that could potentially be humiliating. She was just thankful that Daniel only knew about one dream. If he knew the theme was recurring, his teasing really wouldn't help matters.
She stepped out of the shower with renewed faith in her ability to place this at the back of her mind and act professionally. She was military – trained to focus. It - they – were just a dream. A figment of her imagination. She could handle this.
TBC...
