A ringing woke Jack up the next morning, after a few seconds he realized it was his phone and reached across Sam to answer it. "Yyyeah?" he muttered into the receiver.
"Morning Colonel O'Neill, Can I have a word with Major Carter?" Jack realized the voice of the Doc and groaned as he sat up beside Sam.
"Phone." He mumbled at her as he placed the receiver between her shoulder and ear. He then got up and walked towards the kitchen.
"C'mere, Come back...where are you going? Jack?" She called to him, a little upset at the abrupt departure from her arms.
"It's okay. I'm just going to make you those pancakes." He walked back in the bedroom giving her a sweet smile.
"Come back to bed..." She pleaded with him. He shook his head with a grin on his face and returned to the kitchen.
Sam's attention went back to her caller, "Hello?"
"What was that all about?" Janet's voice asked in her ear.
"God the man must have will power in reserves." She let out a frustrated sigh.
"What do you mean?" A confused voice flowed to her.
"When you called he gave me the phone and left me to make pancakes for breakfast." She told her friend dejectedly.
"Poor baby." Janet laughed at her friend's oblivious discomfort.
"You don't understand Janet, after we've been holding each other for a long period and we separate, his voice is in my head. Telling me to hold him, that he needs me, wants me will die without my touch. It tugs at my heart; I don't want to let him go." Sam let out a deep sigh. "Jack acts like it doesn't even affect him, but I know he hears my voice in his head saying the same things. I don't know how he stands it."
"Oh. I didn't realize your condition had progressed that far. Anything else that's new between you both, medically speaking?" Janet asked, concern for Sam's troubles evident in her voice.
"Nope. That's it."
Janet took a deep breath, "Okay spill it. What's it like to be connected to Jack O'Neill? What did you two do last night, at your sleep over?"
Sam rolled her eyes, she could hear Janet's grin over the phone, "I don't know that I should tell you. After all you tried to make us stay over at the base yesterday."
"Have a heart, I was just looking for some entertainment, the infirmary gets pretty lonely at night." Janet crossed her fingers that the guilt plea would work with Sam.
Sam huffed, "Fine. Last night we rented a movie, Entrapment, we ate pizza and drank a couple beers each, then went to bed."
"Come on!" Janet complained to her friend, "There's got to be more to it than that."
"Okay, okay...like I said we rented the movie and had pizza and beer. We each took an end of his couch, stretching out towards each other with our legs intertwined. I don't think it matters what physical contact we have with each other as long as we don't break it. Anyway about half way through the movie he took my feet in his hands and gave me a foot massage. God Janet it felt so good...what that man can do with his hands..."
Janet grinned, alright juicy details she thought, "I can imagine...what else?"
"Then he left to clean up the dishes, it felt like someone had my heart in a vice grip, it wasn't physical just emotional. Anyway, when he came back I waited till he sat down then climbed on to his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and it was heaven. He carried me to bed and I fell asleep with him in my arms..." Sam finished up, trailing off with a happy sigh.
"Wow...God Sam I hope you count your blessings, I don't know whether this connection between you two is the cause but Jack seems to be the perfect boyfriend."
Sam felt herself blush, "Janet he's not my boyfriend."
"Who's not your boyfriend?" Jack asked as he climbed back into bed with a tray full of pancakes, syrup and coffee. I realized I wasn't going to get rid of this blush anytime soon, "You. Janet said you were acting like the perfect boyfriend."
"Ah..." He answered non-committally, placing the tray on my lap and snuggling up against my side.
"It's true Sam." Janet continued in my ear, "He brings you breakfast in bed, gives you bubble baths and foot rubs. He always wants to be holding and cuddling you. He's the exact opposite of my ex husband."
"This man's army, honey buns?" I drawled at her as I layered my pancakes with syrup and cut a first bite.
"That would be the one, yes." Janet chuckled in my ears.
Just as the first taste of warm, soft, fluffy pancake hit my taste buds Jack decided to start kissing and nibbling my neck. I moaned softly into the phone.
"Perhaps I should leave you two alone." Janet suggested quickly.
"It's just the pancakes, they're delicious." I answered her trying to fix Jack with a glare, but having it spoiled by his look of amusement.
"Sure..." Janet drawled sarcastically, "I have to go anyway, lab work and all. Besides SG-2 is due back in twenty minutes and their casualty rates are almost as high as SG-1's."
"Okay. Colonel O'Neill and I will be there in an hour or so for you to check us out again. See you then."
"Okay, and Sam?" Janet called to me just as I was about to hang up the phone.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Try to behave."
"Janet!" I shouted indignantly at her.
"Bye Sam." She responded laughing then hung up.
I growled as I hung up the phone, and turned to Jack.
He smiled at me innocently and leaned over to take some of my pancakes.
"Don't push your luck, Colonel." I told him, gesturing with a fork full of pancake.
"What did I do? I just made you breakfast in bed. Doesn't that count for something Major?" He replied putting a little more emphasis on 'Major' then I think he should have.
"Fine" I answered shoving a forkful of pancake into his mouth.
After that he seemed content to just lay back on the pillows and let me eat my breakfast. That's when I should have known he was up to something, maybe it's this bond dulling my instincts or something. Anyway he reached over my shoulder and scooped up some left over syrup on the plate with his finger. Silly me for thinking he just wanted another taste of it...god was I wrong. Before I knew what he was doing, Jack had smeared my neck with syrup.
"Jack! What the hell are you doing?" I shouted at him, shocked at the gesture and the cold wet feel of the syrup sliding down my neck.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, I want some too..." he whispered in my ear before he moved lower and started licking up the mess he had created.
"Oh god..." I moaned out loud at the feel of his mouth on my skin, he swiped his tongue over the syrup until he got every last drop then kissed and nibbled his way to find more syrup to feast on. A stray thought flashed through my mind...'Maybe he wanted to feast on me, not the sweet syrup'.
My god Carter tastes incredible, her soft creamy white skin...I can't get enough of her. I quickly toss the tray of dirty dishes on the floor, not caring whether they break, not as long as I have Sam in my arms and under my lips. I help her to lie down, not breaking the connection between my mouth and her beautiful skin, and move on top of her. I can hear her constantly now, wriggling underneath me, moaning for me never to stop. I don't think I could if I wanted to, she's addictive...
In the distance I hear a ringing, the coffee maker, door bell...phone my passion clogged brain recognizes and before I even realize the mistake I'm making my arm reaches across the bed of its own accord and picks up the phone.
Unfortunately my mouth hasn't quite caught up to my brain after being torn away from it's pleasurable fun. Instead I hear, "Jack? Is that you?"
"Daniel?" I ask, sitting back on my heels. I look down at Carter and see how the passion positively glows in her eyes, hell her whole body is glowing in this breath-taking blush that blooms at her chest. It's rosy colour is being obscured by my hockey jersey. Why on earth did I let her wear that when she could have just let me keep her warm...
"Yeah, anyway Jack I was wondering if you knew where Sam was. She's suppose to help me this morning with the artefacts SG-10 brought back from PX5239."
I think she's heard Daniel as I watch her sit up on her knees beside me, but instead she seems fascinated by my ear and starts giving it the attention I have her oh so deserving neck.
I moan in response into the phone, not realizing what Daniel could be hearing. Of course that little noise couldn't get past him...
"Are you with someone? God did you and Sam finally get together?" He asked his voice singing with excitement.
"Yes and no. I don't know where Carter is..." I broke away from the conversation to pull her from her ministrations. But my heart almost broke with the look I saw on her face, she looked so disappointed like she was going to cry. I reached out cupping her cheek and rubbing our noses together in an Eskimo kiss. "Listen Daniel maybe Carter's asleep, she looked really wiped the last time I saw her. Give her a break, she deserves time away from the base like the rest of us."
"Yeah but she promised me that she'd be here, I really need her help with some of this stuff." By this time Carter and I were sharing the earpiece, listening to Daniel's whining.
Sam took the phone from me, let out a frustrated sigh and said, "I'll be there in an hour, Daniel." And hung up.
It was my turn to look like I was going to cry; she was leaving? So soon? And to be with Daniel of all people, I thought jealously. I looked down at her as she replaced the phone in its cradle. She smiled at me, the bright wonderful light up the room smile and kissed me on the nose.
"I promise tonight it'll be just us. But we both have to get to the base so Janet can check us out anyway, and I did promise to help Daniel today." She told me, caressing my cheek, stroking her fingers through my hair. God I'd do anything, follow her anywhere for that touch.
She stood up, her hand slowly withdrawing from my hair. "Go take a shower; I'll clean up in here." She gestured to the mess I had made in my haste to enjoy her delicious taste. As she turned around to start cleaning up, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her back into my lap.
I turned to clean up the mess of pancakes, syrup and broken dishes and cried out as I felt Jack pulling me backwards into his arms, "Jack!"
"Share a shower with me." He growled in my ear, wrapping his arms around me possessively. I sighed at the feeling of him pressed up against me, his arms resting just below my breasts. His chest wasn't the only thing pressing against me I noticed absently as I closed my eyes and gave into the experience of Jack O'Neill.
His temple brushed against mine as he embraced me and I got a sudden flash of the two of us in his shower. I envisioned myself moaning as his fingers, slick with soap, kneaded and shaped my breasts, moulding the peaks into his hands. Jack paid special attention to my hardening nipples that were pushing insistently against his palms. I felt his hands skim down my sides, gently caressing my belly button before slipping between my thighs. Jack took up nibbling my neck as he parted my lips and moved his fingers inside. Then I feel him, stroking up my center with his middle finger, holding me in place with his other hand cupping me firmly. His finger presses up and I know he will find me slick, hot and wet for him. He brings another finger into play and he's stroking through my slick folds and I can't help but move against him, desperately trying to increase the contact. His thumb and trigger finger come together to pinch my clit and I gasp out, "Jack!".
My eyes snap open upon hearing my own gasp, I'm shocked to find I'm still sitting in Jack's lap on the bed, not warm and wet in the shower, not having him intimately pressed up against me and certainly not having him stroking and caressing me to ecstasy. I think I could cry...
My fantasy of Carter and I in the shower was only that, a fantasy in my mind until our minds met - I don't know, genie with a magic bikini or something - and it was like living it. I could feel Carter's soft curves pressed up against me, how her nipples harden at my touch….god the feeling was incredible….
"Carter?" I asked a little shakily, "What the hell was…"
I trailed off as another vision over loaded my senses; I was hiding in a closet waiting for her. Not just any closet, a weapons locker at the SGC, she's walking down the hallway all innocent and unaware…until a grab her and drag her back into the locker with me. An aria of moans and gasps flow from her mouth as I tear open her jacket and bury my head in her cleavage. I growl out her name through a mouthful of breast, it's so good but it's not enough…. Her hips start grinding against my erection, and I know what I've been missing…. "Jesus Carter," I gasp out as she moves against me harder.
I shake my head clear to find I'm once again in my bedroom with Carter shuddering on my lap. She turns to face me, her eyes slip shut and I realize she's going to kiss me. I close my eyes, anxiously awaiting the first touch of her lips and our first real kiss. In the distance I hear a ringing, I quickly rip the phone cord from it's base, to which Sam grins before I pull her back towards my eager mouth.
"Mr. Jack?" the sound came to us, followed by two quick thumps, "Mr. Jack? Are you home? It's Mrs. Halliwell. Mr. Jack?"
I sigh and Carter buries her head in my neck, wrapping her arms around me in a supportive hug.
"I'm coming Mrs. Halliwell," I call out to her.
I turn my attention back to Sam, "You promise tonight?" I ask as she stands and stretches, giving me a knowing smile.
She took my hand in hers and placed it over her heart, " I promise." She told me, giving me a warm smile, "Now go get the door and I'll get dressed." She instructed, gently tugging me off the bed and out the door.
I sighed as I walked down the hallway towards my front door, 'One of these days there won't be any interruptions or distractions, just me and Sam…."