Road to Nowhere

Part 14

A/N: I'm uping the rating for this part as some adult type things happen. Nothing explicit though.

Jack was roughly pushed up against wall, the gun holstered at his back digging sharply into him. "Easy," he groaned. "I'm old and delicate."

"Sorry," Sam whispered against his neck. "You want me to stop?"

"NO! Just…" he could feel her smirking against his skin before she began her attack again. "Just let me get rid of this…" he reached behind his back to pull the holster loose and tossed his gun on the night stand. "Okay, now, you can reenact the locker room scene."

"Will you be dragging me off to a doctor this time?" Sam asked her hands sliding under his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders.

"Not on your life." His hands trailed down her bare back reveling in the silky feel of her skin. "Turn around."

Sam found herself pressed against same wall she had just thrown Jack against as is hands and mouth roamed the exposed flesh of her back. She closed her eyes in delight. She felt him trace the delicate chains holding her top in place, but he made no attempt to undo them. "This is the most fascinating shirt I've ever seen. Demure in the front and hot as hell in the back. Not to mention this…" His tongue traced the point of origin tattoo sending shivers of pleasure spiraling up her back.

"Jack…"

"What?" He slowly rose to feet following her spine with a trail of kisses. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close and attacking the delicate spot behind her ear.

"Stop being a tease," she managed to gasp out, certain that she would be in a puddle at his feet if his strong arms weren't holding her up.

"But this is fun. Why should I?"

"It's my birthday," she replied, knowing it made absolutely no sense, but she was well past making sense.

"I feel like it's my birthday having such a delightfully wrapped package in my hands."

"Jack…"

"Well, I guess I could unwrap it." One arm remained around her holding her upright and pressed tightly against him. His breath was warm in her ear and made her shiver even more, "Did I tell you how hot you look tonight?" He wasn't really expecting an answer and his free hand trailed teasingly down her side until he came to the zipper of her skirt and slowly pulled it down. His hand slid under the leather to push the skirt off her hips. He groaned when he discovered there was nothing else there.

Sam smiled triumphantly at his discovery, knowing he wasn't expecting that. "What?" she asked with all the innocence she could muster.

"I guess it's true what they say: 'Get a good little 2IC out of the field and she turns into mighty wild woman'."

"They say that, do they?" She laughed and turned in his arms. She wriggled slightly and the skirt fell down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it away. "What do 'they' say about bad little COs?"

"That they get in big trouble with their wild 2ICs."

He captured her mouth in a searing kiss momentarily stilling the hands desperately unbuttoning his shirt. He began attacking the hollow at her throat as his hands ran over her bare ass. Then she gave up on the buttons and jerked the shirt over his head. She pulled away from him slightly so she could run her fingers through the sparse hair covering his chest and then over his shoulders to his muscular back. Her fingers traveled over his back lightly tracing the raised scars she found there and then raking her short nails down his skin making him moan. His hands tightened the hold on her bottom as he pulled her even closer against him and she couldn't ignore how much her wanted her.

Jack's now shaking hands left their exploration of her skin and quickly unfastened the chains holding her top. He took a step back from her pulling out of her grasp as she struggled with his belt and the sparkly gold fell from her body leaving her completely naked except for her shoes. Before she knew what was going on she had been scooped up and placed on the bed. His long half clothed body stretched over hers. He kissed her tenderly but hungrily, before making his way down her body, kissing ,licking, nibbling, and just generally driving her insane. He teasingly avoided the place she most wanted his mouth and hands.

"Jack," she protested as shifted his attention down her legs.

"God, I love your legs. They're just so damn long." He sat back on his heels between those legs and studied the woman lying wantonly before him in nothing but those sexy black and gold shoes laced up her calves.

Sam raised a speculative eyebrow. "You just gonna stare all night."

"Shush," he admonished with slow grin. "I'm savoring the moment."

She held open her arms in invitation, "I've got a couple more moments for you to savor, flyboy."

"Well, when you look at it that way…"

"I've missed this," Jack murmured in her ear, his arms tightening around her.

"It was never like that for Jonah and Thera," she whispered quietly, something in her voice sounding so desolate that it confused Jack so he made a joke.

"You're right. We should be on a mine floor still half clothed hoping no one decides to take midnight stroll. While I miss all that, personally, I find the bed a little easier on my knees."

Sam laughed, but he still felt bad for mentioning their time as mind stamped mine workers even if he was speaking honestly. Letting go of Sam after loving her as Thera was one of the hardest things he ever had to do in his life. It was bad enough when he didn't know what he was missing, but when he did it was almost unbearable. As much as it hurt, it had been her choice though. She had the most to lose, her career and her reputation. He had figured out a long time ago that he could deny her nothing even if it broke his heart. He often wondered if she'd had as difficult a time with letting that go as he did.

Sam pulled away from him and flopped over on her stomach. She smiled contentedly at him. "I have missed you, too."

He smiled back at her and reached out to trace the tattoo on her back. "I don't remember this."

She flushed red and hid her face in her pillow. That peeked Jack's curiosity. "What? There's got to be a story behind that reaction." She shook her head. "C'mon, you can tell me."

"No," came her muffled reply.

"Sure, you owe me."

She looked up at that, "Owe you?"

"Yeah, I think you impaled one of my kidney's with your heel."

She laughed remembering the disgruntled yelp when she had wrapped her legs around him. "That's your fault. You didn't take them off."

"I was going to, but someone was too impatient." He looked thoughtful for a second. "Besides it was oddly sexy. I guess that's why the call them 'fuck me heels'."

"You're weird."

"Hey, at least I don't have a highly classified symbol tattooed on my ass."

"It's not on my ass," she said indignantly. "You're not going to let this go are you?" He shook his head and she let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. Daniel and I got a little drunk after that whole thing with Osiris and his ex and for some reason I'm not entirely clear on we decided to would be a good idea to get matching tattoo, except Daniel's is the Earth and Abydos symbols intertwined."

"Where was I? I wouldn't have wanted to miss a good drunken escapade."

"You and Teal'c weren't back from fishing yet."

"Damn," he said looking sincerely disappointed.

"Happy now?"

"Blissfully." He pulled her across the bed into his arms. She tucked her head under his chin and lay there contentedly tracing patterns on his chest.

They lay there a while and Jack was nearly asleep when she pressed a kiss to his throat and whispered, "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked groggily.

"For keeping me safe."

His heart caught in his throat. "Sam are you saying this," he gestured vaguely with the hand that had been stroking her back, "was a 'thank you'."

"Kinda, I guess."

He jerked out of her arms and bolted from the bed. He had grabbed his pants off the floor and was out of the room before she even had time to process what just happened.

Sam found him on the balcony leaning against the rail with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was staring up at the sky even though the light pollution from the city below obscured most of the stars.

"Jack, what's wrong?"

"Same thing that's always been wrong . I'm an idiot."

"No, you're not," Sam reached out tentatively to touch his shoulder.

"Don't touch me."

"Jack, I don't understand."

"Neither do I, but hey, who said life was fair."

She stood there for a minute pondering the situation. "Are you angry with me because you've given up the SGC to save me?"

"No."

"Then why? What did I do?"

He turned to face her and even though his expression was hidden in darkness she felt his icy glare. "You fucked me in gratitude. I'd rather not had you at all."

Jack suddenly found himself knocked to the ground by Sam's punch. "You miserable bastard! Why don't you just go ahead and call me a whore repaying my debts! If you thought that's what tonight was then you're crazier that I thought!"

"I am?" he asked genially puzzled.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Jack?" she demanded in frustration. "Why can't you think someone can care about you other than what you can do for them? I'd like to beat the crap out of whoever made you think so little of yourself. I want you and I have for a very long time and I fully intend to want you for a very long time to come. So get over it!"

Jack snagged her ankle and she tumbled down into his lap. "You're really hot when you're pissed." He kissed her and held her tightly to him. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean it like that. I just have a hard time accepting that a smart and beautiful woman really want a crazy, beat up flyboy like me."

"Those are my favorite kind," She ran a hand through his already mussed hair and pulled his head to her for a kiss.

"Good," he kissed her again. "Because I think you're gonna be stuck with me for a while."

"I hope so." She rested her head against his shoulder. "I do appreciate everything you've done for me, Jack,. I guess I wasn't being very articulate but you have that kind of effect on me when I'm lying naked in your arms."

"Sam, you're going to ruin me with talk like that. You do know we have an early flight don't you?"

"We can sleep on the plane."

TBC

I've never really written such a risque scene as this before but I thought there needed to be a little more than 'and then they had mad passionate sex'. Any criticism is welcome. Thanks for all the great reviews so far.