Chapter 20 – Definitely love

Disclaimer – Not mine, never will be etc. etc.

A/N – I apologize for the wait. I got caught up with the whole Christmas thing with my family (great with 2 little girls) after surviving the NYC Transit strike. Anyway, enough excuses … Happy New Year!

Sam looked down at her appearance and let an "Oh!" escape from her lips.

"Let me go put a robe on", she said and turned to walk away. Without thinking, Jack reached out and grabbed her bare wrist.

"Don't, Sam", he cried out tightening his grip. She turned to look at him with surprise. "Please", he softly implored, eyes wide. Sam didn't try to pull away from his hold, returning his look with her own resigned expression.

"Jack we need to talk".

He shook his head, looked her in the eye and said in a tone which left no room for doubt.

"No we don't. Not tonight".

As he let the last word trail away, he gently pulled her towards him. He touched his hand to her face and marveled at the softness of her skin against his worn palm. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he took in the expression she now wore. It was one of nervous wonder and extreme apprehension. He knew that he needed to make her feel more at ease with the situation but as was typical, his words failed him.

So he did the only thing that came to mind. He let go of the wrist he still held with his other hand, brought it up to rest on the back of her neck and used it's light pressure to move her towards him. He leaned into her and brushed his lips off hers. He was panicking inside as he awaited her reaction, bracing for her to push him away. He was so intent on his expectation that he was taken by surprise when Sam leaned into the kiss and increased the pressure exerted between them.

Jack recovered quickly and requested entry to her mouth with his tongue. Sam gave it freely and they battled for superiority as they explored each other's mouth. There were no ranks involved in their battle and the junior officer stood her ground in their duel. Just as it seemed they would run out of breath, he pulled her towards him, moving his hand from her cheek to rest on the small of her back. He moved away from her mouth for just an instant as he altered his position and both unconsciously took the opportunity to inhale deeply, their bodies knowing that in mere seconds that air would once again become a precious commodity.

Sam began to run and hands along the length of Jack's back, reveling in the firm muscles that she felt. She had been on enough missions in close quarters with him to know what he had beneath his BDU's. However, being able to reach out to touch and caress him gave her a sense of excitement that she had yet to feel in any relationship. She moved down to his waistband and tugged at his shirt, quickly removing it from it's place, giving her free reign to explore not only his smooth skin, but the waistband of his boxers.

Trying to be the perfect gentleman, Jack waited until he received this signal from Sam that she was comfortable moving things along. He moved his hand from her back downwards to rest on her bottom. It felt firm beneath her silk pajama's and as he caressed her through the material, she moaned softly against his mouth. He instinctively moved the other hand to join it's twin and cupped her cheeks pulling her towards him as he did. It was his turn to whimper now as he felt her press against his erection which strained against his jeans.

Not fully realizing what she was doing, Sam pushed Jack towards the hall wall without losing any of the connections in place between them. Once there, she moved her hands down his jeans to rest on his hips as she began to slowly rub herself against the bulge she felt against her thigh. She could feel the heat building in her center and her pajamas were becoming more moist with each pass she made.

He had waited so long for this moment, literally dreaming about it for years. However, now that he was in her grasp, being sensuously tortured by her caresses, he realized that his imagination had never done the fire that burned between them justice. He was finding it hard to breathe with the adrenaline pounding through his veins with no other outlet than the one that Sam was affording him. He was both physically hot and hard and his growing erection was becoming painful against his jean's copper buttons. He didn't want to pull away from her for fear of her coming to her senses but he needed to adjust himself if she continued to rub herself against him as she was doing.

He became aware that she had found a rhythm to her movements and his senses went into over drive. Jack knew that they were getting to the point of no return and he needed to be sure that this was what she truly wanted. He pulled away from his kisses for a moment, and leaned his head slightly back to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide and dilated, passion obvious and she growled her displeasure at being ripped from his lips.

"Sam are you sure that this is what you want?", he mumbled as she initiated another kiss. She nodded the best she could in her current position and groaned against him. "Oh … God … Yes … Jack ... I … Love … You".

And just in case he hadn't heard her, she reached her hand to his jeans and began to pop each button, one by excruciating one, using both hands. Her fingers brushed across his length as she diligently performed her task, and he shuddered at her touch. As he found relief, he felt the overwhelming need to feel her skin against his lips and he moved his mouth to her neck, placing feathery kisses along her jaw line as he moved. He found her pulse point and sucked against it gently feeling her life beneath him.

She squirmed as she became further aroused and began to stroke her hand against him through his now exposed shorts. He moved his lips, licking down her collarbone, resting on the soft voluptuous skin covered by the simple lace adorning the camisole she wore. He pushed it gently aside with his mouth and moved his hand up to kneed one breast through the fabric while his tongue worked on the other one beneath the cotton. Sam moaned in pleasure as both nipples hardened to firm peaks under his diligent ministrations and arched her back in response. Her clothes were getting in the way of his work though, and he felt for the hem of the top and gently pulled it over her head.

He was momentarily brought to a standstill as he saw what he considered to be the most perfect pair of breasts in the whole universe. They were creamy white, with darker areoles and, for him, a perfect size. He laughed internally as he remembered his Grandfather once telling him "more than a handful is a waste!".

The woman of his desires grew impatient as he stared and decided that tit for tat was in order. She reached for his shirt and quickly undid each button slipping the material off his shoulders and pushing it free of his arms. She needed to feel his naked skin against her and she quickly disposed of his t-shirt throwing it somewhere in the region of the front door.

"Oh Sam, I love you so much", he murmured into her ear as he nibbled her lobe, ensuring that she heard him clearly.

She moved her lips back to his and pulled him against her, shivering at the feel of his warm skin against her cold breasts. They became frantic in their movements unable to get enough of each other, hands moving over skin, fingers tangling in hair. And then Sam began to grind herself against him once again but this time, whatever position they were in, lead him to feel her wetness through the minimal cloth that divided them. He hissed in realization that she not only truly wanted him but that she was ready for him.

Jack leaned into her, capturing her mouth, deepening the kiss with every second. As she was mid moan, with his name leaving her lips and drowning in his mouth, he picked up her up in his arms. Without breaking the embrace he carried her easily to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.

And that night, Jack O'Neill made love to Samantha Carter with such tenderness that she thought her heart would break. She showed him such passion that he thought he would be burnt alive by her touch. And if anyone could have felt how well their bodies molded together, had witnessed the pleasure they gave each other or heard the intimate words whispered, they would tell you it was definitely love.

A/N – Firstly, no this isn't the end of the story. There is one chapter and an epilogue left. Secondly, please remember this is a T rated fic which is why I left this chapter where I did. Hopefully soon I will write an M rated chapter which I would post separately to fill in the blanks left in this one. Hope it didn't disappoint too much and just think - next comes the morning after the night before :-)