Okay on the count down now ... holidays are looming ... vacation time ... going away on Saturday so fingers gotta do their stuff - I know I said this after Christmas ... and near my hols in February ... also at Easter ... soooo sorrrrry ... but now the time has come to step up to the plate ... to take my medicine ... to ... okay running out of things now rambling on - yes get to the point you are yelling ... go and write ... going ... running off with Jack!
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Content warning - adult themes
Supporting Rumors - Part 80
Her fingers traced across his stomach and Jack flinched and bit his lip as the tickling sensation became too much.
"Keep still," complained Sam.
"Can't ... oh ..."
"No, it's an 'a'."
"No, I meant oh as in ... oh never mind."
"Never mind what?"
Jack caught at Sam's hand and trapped it beneath his own, moving it lower. "I know a better game."
"You didn't guess."
He couldn't see her face, but he knew she was pouting and his other hand brushed at her hair, urging her to lift her face to his.
"Okay, I'll do a forfeit ..." Tugging her closer, he brought his head down to capture her lips with his own.
Sam giggled into his mouth and pulled back. "I haven't said what the forfeit is yet."
Jack manhandled her across his body and Sam shrieked and twisted to pull a pillow across with her good arm, bringing it round as though to thwack him with it. Jack blocked the movement and with a quick twist of his wrist the pillow fell helplessly to the floor...
The phone's shrill ring interrupted the kiss that had begun and Jack groaned. "Leave it."
Sam nipped his lip gently. "It might be important."
"And what's more important than this?" Jack pouted. Sam laughed and rolled off, a little awkwardly as the cast got in the way, to grab the receiver from the cabinet on her side of the bed.
"Hello."
Heaving himself up, Jack awkwardly rolled on to his side and began stroking her uppermost thigh. He tucked his head into her neck, nibbling and licking at it, delighting in the shivers that ran through her, totally oblivious to the conversation until Sam wriggled away and sat up on the bed.
She clamped her hand over the receiver and hissed at him to stop. "Jack, it's ... behave ..." She squirmed as his mouth fastened on her breast and tapped her cast on his head – and none too gently at that.
"Ouch ..." He rubbed at his head and looked up to catch her face turning bright red and a huge frown forming. "Who the hell ..." He caught the receiver as Sam thrust it into his hand and he was almost tempted to throw it back ... until a voice shouted, "O'Neill!"
Jack put the receiver to his ear, his eyebrows rising as he listened.
"Sir, uh, sorry... Oh ..." He tried not to squeak as he spoke and he hurriedly cleared his throat, pulling a face at Sam as though to say 'why didn't you warn me?' but she merely stuck out her tongue in response.
Jack rolled onto his back and tried to concentrate on the call, but it was difficult as a hand began to roam his body. "Uh, yes sir ... I see." He slapped at the hand and tried to capture it to contain it, but Sam was way too quick and grabbed at another bit of his body...
"No." The hand stopped and Jack hurriedly spoke into the receiver. "No, sorry, not you sir ... ah, sorry ... do go on ..." and the hand continued, despite Jack trying to roll to evade it. He bit back a yelp as her mouth joined in the assault...
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Sam never thought Jack could wriggle so much and she was enjoying the payback tremendously. Despite the shock of having the President of the United States on the other end of the phone, she was enjoying her revenge ... every damn second of it.
She latched onto his hip with her mouth and bit down and he bucked and squeaked... General Jack O'Neill squeaking! Huh, go figure and she almost let go as the giggles began to overtake her.
"Yes ... I ... okay, yes I admit that I ... yes ..." Jack sighed heavily, "It was my doing ... in two weeks?"
Sam stilled as she heard the hitch in her husband's voice, wondering what he was agreeing to.
"I got that, yes sir... Yes... I will... Yes, I'll pass the invitation on and thank you... Goodbye, sir."
Jack's hand, still holding onto the receiver, hit the mattress hard. Sam wriggled and sat up. "What was that about?" Curiosity overrode the need to continue her revenge.
Jack sighed as he handed her the receiver. Sam leaned across the bed to replace it in its cradle and let out a shriek as she found herself hauled back in her husband's strong arms. "Jack don't... What did he want?"
"Fall out."
"What?"
"There's a series of preservation meetings being set up in Washington, the week after next."
"Preservation?" echoed Sam, a little puzzled.
"Yeah, you know, the usual, minimize the fall out, cover their fat asses ..."
"And what about yours?"
Jack threw her a hurt look. "My ass is fat?"
Smiling, Sam shook her head. "You know what I mean. How does this affect you?"
"Hopefully it shouldn't, but the President wants the I's and T's dotted and crossed and we've got to be there."
"We?"
"Well, you're not involved in the meetings, but I've been told to extend the personal invitation of the President and the First Lady for us to join them for lunch."
"Lunch? At the White House? With everyone?"
"Nope, just you, me and Mr and Mrs Hayes."
Jack chuckled and Sam tried to haul her eyebrows back down from their surprised position, but wasn't having much luck. "Oh ..."
Jack interrupted her with a groan.
"What?"
"You are so going to say, 'what am I going to wear?'."
"Was not."
"Was."
"Not."
"Was."
"Not... I was going to say ..." Sam thought frantically... "I wonder if I can get rid of this before then?" She held up the cast. "I mean, it won't go with anything I've already got ..."
Jack laughed as he pounced on her and began to tickle her and she squirmed.
"Submit!" he yelled.
Sam tried her hardest to wriggle out of his arms to escape the tickling from his fingers ... not that she had much chance of that, the muscles in his arms and chest were not just an arresting sight but were very, very effective ... but she had one trick up her sleeve...
Jack's tickling stopped as she latched onto his mouth and wriggled herself over his groin, his fingers changing their motion to stroking...
Sam reared up and he grunted in protest, but ceased immediately as she grabbed hold of the lifting bar with her good arm ... her face alight with a mischievous grin...
"Oh, I am sooo glad you had the ceiling reinforced," he murmured, the glint in his eyes matching her own.
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TBC
