Title: Faith
Chapter: 6 of ?
Email: When everything else is stripped away, all you are left with is faith. You might find it is not placed where you thought.
Category: Angst/Romance
Rating: Mature
Pairing: S/J
Season: Eight
Spoilers: general spoilers up to season 8, Affinity.
Content Warnings: Sex
Archive: My site: Yes
SamandJack: Yes
Anywhere else: Yes
Disclaimer: I do not own SG-1 or Jack. Sadly.
Author's Note: Again, sorry for the long update. Writers' block and real life.
They regarded one another for a long moment.
Jack's lower lip was bleeding. "You hit me."
Sam swallowed. She was lying on top of Jack O'Neill. It was not exactly conducive to coherent thought.
She kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as soon as he opened it, tasting blood from his lip.
She pulled his lip between her teeth, feeling his moan of mingled pain and pleasure, rather than hearing it.
Jack soon seemed to forget about his bleeding lip, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, exploring.
Sam moaned softly as his hands began to journey down her back towards her ass, cupping it and pulling her pelvis closer to his own.
Sam wriggled against him, giggling when she heard him growl low in his throat.
She couldn't quite fathom how they'd gone from explosive anger to… this. But she liked it.
She had always known he'd be good at this, she mused he deftly unsnapped her bra.
Okay, the talking thing he was not so good at.
But this? This he was always going to excel at, even slightly inebriated, as he was now.
She found that, even though she was enjoying their current activities, even though fierce desire for him was making her entire body burn, she was still angry at him. Angry enough to pull his hair until his head hit the floor beneath them, crushing her hand.
She ignored the glare he sent her and moved her mouth to his neck, licking, sucking and biting viciously.
In one swift move he had her pinned beneath himself, leaving her puzzled as to how he did it.
His hands slid her t-shirt upwards roughly, making the material rub against her sensitised skin.
Without hesitation, his head bent to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth, his hand expertly kneading the other breast.
Sam's hands travelled down his back to yank his t-shirt upwards. He wasn't fast enough in complying with her actions and she heard the material rip.
She raked her short nails up his back, thrusting her fingers into his hair and pulling his head down to her body.
She felt his free hand reach down between them, felt him unbutton and unzip her jeans.
Some part of his brain must have still been operating clearly, as he realised there was no way he was going to get her jeans off while still lying on top of her on the floor.
He stood, pulling her up with him.
Her hands flew to the button of the BDU pants he was wearing yanking it open and unfastening the zipper.
The pants were loose on him and they fell to the ground, revealing black cotton boxer shorts.
Jack stepped out of the pants and moved to pull Sam's jeans down her legs, unfairly, he also pulled her panties off in the same move, leaving Sam standing completely naked in his living room.
His eyes swept up and down her body, taking in the slight flush that told him she was both aroused and a little self-conscious, and the glare that told him she was still angry as hell at him.
Her hands found the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down over his hips, exposing him fully to her gaze.
Seemingly without signal, they reached for one another. Jack pushed her backwards, seeking the wall.
What they found was the hall table. They knocked it to the ground, hearing keys clattering to the ground, among other things.
Jack pushed Sam against the wall, hearing her hit her head against it.
He laughed roughly when she glared at him, covering her mouth with his own when she tried to reproach him.
She reached down between them, taking hold of him and guiding him towards her opening.
He hissed and his head dropped to her neck as he entered her slowly. He stopped after pushing in only a little way.
She grabbed his hair and dragged his head back so she could look at him. "Don't even think about stopping there." She growled, surprised at herself.
He chuckled, a deliciously low sound that made her shiver.
He grabbed her chin and lifted her face, holding her eyes with his own.
"Why'd you hit me?" He asked.
Sam was breathless.
He was asking questions?
Now?
His head titled to the side inquisitively.
"Because… because you're a bastard." She panted, trying unsuccessfully to thrust against him.
"Why?"
She glared at him.
"Because I need you." She whispered.
Jack nodded. He lifted her hips up, angling them slightly, and thrust deeply into her, making her scream.
His fingers dug into her hips as he felt her surround him. His eyes slid closed as he began to thrust into her.
Their surroundings disappeared, each of them too wrapped up in the sensations the other was causing to notice the outside world.