A/N: Content warning, okay so they get just a little heavy here, but not quite so much, just figured i'd warn ya.

Jack unlocked his front door and threw the keys on the table. Frustration and sheer exhaustion caused him to collapse on the couch. Moments later he realized that when he had come into the house the shower had been running, and now, nearly twenty minutes later, it was still going.

He headed up the stairs to see if Carter was okay. Knocking on the door, he called her name. No answer. Damn! "Carter, if you're conscious, cover up, I'm coming in."

He slowly opened the door, making sure he gave her enough time to cover herself up. When he didn't see her, he became worried. The shower curtain ruffled slightly as he realized that Sam was still in there.

"Sam, c'mon. Let's get you out of there." He helped her up and dried her off using the same towel he had earlier that morning.

"Sir?" She looked deep into his eyes holding onto his shoulders. He could see a flash run through their beautiful blue pools. "Jack," she said this time when he didn't answer.

"Huh?" He realized he was staring, fortunately not at anything except her eyes. He still held her tightly, not wanting to ever let her go.

She brought her fingers up to his cheek, brushing it lightly with her fingertips. She leaned in closer to him, making sure she held his gaze all the while. As she brought her lips to his, she could feel the tension coursing between them. Years of wanting, yearning, lusting, loving, broke through her lips, reaching for his.

At first he didn't react, sending doubt through her mind. But as his hand wrapped around the back of her head, she knew he felt the same as she.

His lips crushed bruisingly against hers, a low moan emanating from his throat. He brushed his hands through her soft golden hair, soaking wet from the shower. He couldn't let her go now, even if he wanted to. 'Jack, this is wrong and you know it!' The voice inside him was screaming at him to stop, to make her lay down and go to sleep, to make her talk to him, but he couldn't.

He picked her up in his strong arms, never unlocking their lips. He kept his eyes open, staring at his beautiful angel as he laid her on his bed and continued to kiss her. Moving to the side, he tried to make sure she knew she was in control of the situation. He knew she needed it in her fragile state. He would do anything for her, anything she asked of him. His fingers lightly brushed her cheek, willing all the pain and suffering he could see in her eyes to just disappear.

He stopped and pulled back from her, running his eyes up and down her body. He was taking in the soft sight of her, lying on his bed, the towel casually draped around her. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. Her slightly tanned skin shimmered in the sunlight seeping through his blinds. He wanted to see more of her, all of her, but his awe in the fact that she was there, really there, in his bed, kept him still as he just stared.

"Jack?" She ran her fingers down the neck of his shirt, tugging at the buttons. She nipped his jawbone softly, licking along the edge. She could taste him, smell him, his cologne, his aftershave and the scent that was distinctly his alone.

"Sam, this isn't right, you're not yourself. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. I want to love you, caress you, bask in the light of you. This wasn't exactly how I expected our first time sane to be." He ran his index finger up and down her collar bone and back up to her lips, tracing their outline with all the intensity he would give a patrol in Goa'uld occupied territory.

"Oh, so you've imagined it, too?" A slight laugh emanated from her throat, forcing a smile across his face. He quickly sobered, the one thought he had fought to banish entering his mind. It chilled him to the bone.

"We're both still Air Force."

"Mmmm." She paused for a moment, deliberation written across her face. "We both love each other."

"Yeah." He leaned back in and continued kissing her lips. He slowly moved down to her jaw line tracing it with his tender kisses.

"Jack?" She pushed him slightly up off of her.

"Yeah?"

"You're wearing too much for this." She pushed him up just slightly and, while running kisses up and down his neck, she undid the buttons of his shirt. She slid it down his muscular arms and threw it to the floor. Her fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen softly, tickling him. He fought for control of his senses, her fingers leaving a trail of fire burning in his nerves where ever she touched.

He groaned. She could feel his growing arousal against her stomach, trapped by the tight confines of the denim. She allowed her fingers to linger on the waistband of his jeans momentarily, before moving back up to his toned pecks. Her fingernails scratched up his shoulders and down his back, returning to the material in the way of her goal.

He ran his sensual kisses down her neck as she fumbled with the heavy belt. She had seen him wear it anytime he was in civvies and had imagined removing it thousands of times, but never had she dreamed it would be this tough. The wait drove her crazy, the passion mounting within her.

She finally released the clasp on the belt and the button and zipper of his tight jeans quickly followed. She pulled the material to his knees, leaving his boxers on for the moment. He arched up just enough to raise his knees off the bed to allow her to lower his jeans to the point where he could easily kick them off. They joined his shirt on the floor.

"I see you decided to stick with the M&M's." She laughed.

"Mmmm, forgot about that. I think they're missing their cloth partners there on the floor," he whispered into her ear. This time he helped her remove the offending material and throw it away.

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"Hmm, that was amazing, Jack," she purred into his chest. That did it, just that soft flow of air running across the light hair that speckled his chest.

"Sam, baby, you are amazing."

They rolled onto their sides and stayed there. He leaned over to the end of the bed and pulled the covers over them. The clock read only noon, but he knew they could both easily sleep the day away, finding comfort and solace in each other's arms.

He turned her so her back was to him and spooned up against her. She settled in his arms nicely and he buried his nose in her hair, taking in her scent.

He heard her take a deep breath like she was going to start to say something, but he stopped her. "Shhhh, don't say anything yet, just rest. I'm here for you."

She nestled in closer to him. Mere moments later he heard her breathing slow to a gentle pace and sleep quickly took over him.