She hadn't felt this nervous since she was 15, going on her first real date with Caleb Pittman. Her dad had stared the poor kid down while he stood waiting for her in the living room. Sam had noted at the time how Jacob had prominently displayed his Air Force commendations in the room, as if to not-so-subtly let the kid know that he had access to weapons and friends in high places. It was probably why Caleb had been too nervous to even hold her hand that night and had her back home by 9:59pm on the dot. Sam spared a sad smile in memory of her father.
Now here she was, a full-grown woman—astrophysicist even, and a colonel in the Air Force to boot—with butterflies in her stomach about a boy coming over. "Get a grip, Sam!" she scolded herself.
She put the food in the oven to warm. She had spent hours thinking up the perfect menu to make for him, only to abandon the idea in favor of take-out Italian. She didn't need to risk poisoning him with her cooking on their first actual date. And this of course left her plenty of time to obsess about her appearance. She finally settled on a pale blue shirt with a deep V-neck that left just enough to the imagination. She tried on every skirt she owned, only to end up in her favorite pair of jeans that she felt pretty confident made her ass look good. She put on lipstick, then took it off, worried that she looked like she was trying too hard, then put on a slightly subtler shade.
Her body seized up when she heard the doorbell ring. 7pm—right on time.
Sam opened the door and found Jack standing there, dressed in dark jeans, gray sweater and leather jacket. She took in how handsome he was. Jack stepped in the door and offered her the bottle of wine in his hands.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. Jack was struck by her appearance. He'd seen her in civilian clothes countless times, but he rarely saw her dressed up. She looked stunning. Jack wondered if he should lean in and kiss her. God, he felt like an awkward teenager. He decided on a light peck that ended up somewhere between her lips and her cheek. She smiled at him and led him to the open kitchen. Sam grabbed an oven mitt to check on the lasagna warming in the oven. Jack perched himself on one of the stools next to the large island.
"Got a bottle opener?" he asked.
Sam opened a drawer and pulled one out. She grabbed two glasses and placed them in front of him.
We definitely need alcohol here, Jack thought to himself as he fiddled with the bottle. After hearing the satisfying pop, he generously filled the two glasses and offered one to her.
"Thanks," Sam said and Jack could hear the missing "sir" as the word caught in her mouth.
"Cheers!" he said, as their glasses clinked.
"Dinner's just about ready."
"You cooked?" Jack asked with a wary look.
"No," Sam offered with a mocking smile. "It's from Vincenzo's."
"Ah," Jack said, as he took another sip.
Sam shuffled around the kitchen as she got dinner ready. "So. How's everything at the office?" Sam said, trying to make conversation.
"Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Aliens breached security, tried to take over the base. We got it under control."
"You're joking," Sam replied, ready to be annoyed that she hadn't been called.
Jack smiled. "Carter, the most exciting thing that happened today was the unveiling of a new requisition form. Nice big boxes to write in. I like that."
Sam smiled and playfully rolled her eyes at him.
"How goes the packing?" Jack said, surveying the boxes in the corner of the living room.
"Making progress. Slowly. Hard to believe I've been in this house for 6 years."
"Did you find a place in Nevada?"
"Yeah. Renting a small house in Indian Springs. It's big enough for me and Cassie."
Jack felt a twinge of something he couldn't quite identify at the thought of Sam and Cassie being a family in Nevada without him. He pushed the feeling aside.
"Nice," he replied.
"Shall we?" Sam said as she gestured toward her dining nook. Jack took the plate of lasagna from her hands and walked over to the already set table.
"Looks delicious," he said as he placed the plate on the table.
Sam followed with the wine glasses and half-empty bottle. Jack waited for Sam to take her seat before gently pushing her chair in and taking his own seat next to her. Sam smiled at the chivalrous gesture.
They chatted comfortably while they ate. Sam felt some relief at the easy conversation between them. Or maybe it was just the wine. In any event, she was happy they were moving past the awkwardness of this brand-new dynamic in their long relationship. Jack could feel the tension ease and let out a breath. They continued to sit there over empty plates and full glasses. At a break in the conversation, Jack quietly placed his hand on top of Sam's on the table in front of them. Sam felt a shooting sensation at the contact from her hand to her abdomen. They certainly had chemistry. She couldn't deny that.
After a few moments, Sam suggested they move to the living room. She slowly got up and began clearing the plates from the table. Jack followed her lead, grabbing whatever he could and bringing it to the kitchen. He considered washing the plates when he saw Sam seated on the couch, apparently waiting for him.
He left the dishes stacked by the sink and moved toward the couch. Sam sat on one side, leaning with one arm on the back couch cushion while her legs swung up to rest behind her. Her left hand held her wine glass balanced against her thigh.
Jack sat down on the other side of the couch, leaning on the back cushion to face her. His empty hands fell to his lap.
They had hung out together more times than either of them could count. He had sat in her living room and held her while she cried for her dead father, joked with her over an open box of pizza, watched her laugh at a silly movie while he silently wished their relationship could be different. Now it could be different. There was nothing stopping them. Her transfer papers had gone through and he was no longer her commanding officer. She was on leave while she packed up her house and headed to Nevada. There was no funeral to plan, no job to wake up for at the crack of dawn, no cabin full of teammates, no chain of command keeping them in check. It was just them and they had all the time in the world. And the thought scared the living daylights out of him.
Jack reached out and grabbed the hand she had perched on the couch cushion. He wanted her to know he was ready. But he didn't want to push too hard. The contact made Sam's heart beat faster.
"You want a beer? I have some," she said as she jumped up.
"Yes, beer," he said, both relieved and disappointed.
Moments later she appeared next to him again, handing him a cold bottle and sitting just a little bit closer than she had been a minute ago. They both took hesitant sips of their drinks.
Sam placed her glass on the coffee table and turned to look at him. Deciding one of them just had to make a move, she placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. He responded instantly, putting his beer down with one hand and immediately moving it to cup her face. The kiss was cautious at first, but it deepened as they found their bearings. The situation was an awkward first for them, but this part felt right.
As they kissed, Sam felt her doubts melt away and her confidence build. She put her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. She gently pulled him closer to her. He responded in kind and pressed his hands against her back. His hands slid down until he found the hem of her shirt. He toyed with it, then slipped one hand onto the bare skin of her lower back.
He felt, more than heard, the small moan she uttered at the feel of his skin against hers. Suddenly, the contact wasn't enough. She leaned into him, as she slowly made her way onto his lap. Her legs straddled him, with her knees on the couch on either side of his waist. Jack moaned his approval at the move and slid his hand further up her back.
They never broke their kiss, which become more breathless and intense by the second. He finally broke free from her lips and immediately claimed the smooth skin of her neck with his mouth, leaving a wet trail down her clavicle. She threw her head back and pushed her chest forward, giving him greater access. Jack could feel his desire building. He wanted her, badly. His hand moved over her shirt, feeling her nipples harden under his hand. She, almost subconsciously, ground her hips against him, feeling his erection press into her pelvis. Jack moaned at the pressure and put his hands on her back underneath her shirt to hold her to him.
"Can we take this to the bedroom?" she asked.
Jack paused for a minute, willing his body to cool down a bit. If they were going to do this, he couldn't have any doubts that it was what she wanted, not just what she thought he wanted. "Are you sure? We can wait if you want."
"I think eight years is long enough, don't you?"
"Oh, hell yes," he responded eagerly.
And with that he claimed her mouth again as they both slowly untangled themselves and stood up. Sam intertwined her hand in his. She held his hand as she led him down the hallway to her bedroom.
As they entered the threshold, Jack grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. His hand found its way under her shirt and he caressed her skin. He felt desperate to touch her. All of her. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. He tossed the shirt on the floor as he placed his hands on her bare back. She felt heat radiating on every spot his hands touched. The sensations were overwhelming. Sam tugged at his sweater and helped him as he lifted it over his head and tossed it aside. She eagerly ran her hands over his chest and placed hot, wet kisses on his neck and torso. He embraced her again and moved them toward the bed. They tumbled onto it together, as Sam scooted up toward the head of the bed and pulled him on top of her.
Jack sucked on her neck as his fingers fumbled with her bra clasp. She shifted her weight so he could reach behind her more easily. As the clasp sprung open, he carefully peeled the lacy fabric off of her, revealing the most beautiful sight he had ever seen—a half-naked Sam Carter. He took a brief moment to appreciate the sight and then dug in. His hand covered one breast while his mouth seized the nipple on the other. Sam moaned loudly as she could feel the heat pooling in her groin. With every suck, she could feel a sharp sensation of pleasure shooting directly southward.
She wanted more contact and unconsciously ground her pelvis up against his leg. Feeling this, Jack positioned his knee between her legs so she could more easily hump him. Her breath quickened as the sensation between her legs started building. Her panting spurred Jack's own arousal, and he pressed himself against her with a low moan. She reached down and ran her hand over the bulge in his pants before unbuttoning her own jeans. Jack pulled up and leaned on one elbow as he used his other hand to pull down the zipper on her jeans. He scooted toward the foot of the bed and stood up to pull them off. Sam lifted her butt to facilitate. He tossed the jeans aside and resumed his place on top of her with amazing speed. He reached down to feel her over her underwear and was very pleased to find the fabric soaked through. She cried out at the contact. She was so turned on and sensitive, that even the slightest touch threatened to send her soaring over the edge. With the feeling of her wetness, Jack felt his erection painfully constrained against his pants. As if reading his mind, Sam reached down between them to unbutton his pants and then tugged at the hem. Jack leaned up and pushed his pants down over his hips and kicked them off onto the floor. Sam's eyes lit up as she saw his erection poking through his boxers. Nice. Very nice, she thought to herself. He lay down just to her right side and braced himself on his forearm. While his mouth covered hers, his other hand slid under the fabric of her underwear and he slid a finger inside her. He thought he might come right then and there. She felt so warm and slick and wet. He lifted his face up to look at her. An "Oh God, sir, yes" escaped her lips as he placed another finger inside her and began stroking.
With the unexpected use of his military honorific, a jolt of arousal shot through him. He made a mental note that he would definitely be okay with a game of "the naughty colonel" sometime in the future.
He plunged his fingers deeper as her back arched and her head fell back. He used the pad of his thumb to massage her clit and was rewarded with a wimper and Sam further grinding into his fingers, wanting more. He pressed harder as her breath quickened and her cries grew louder.
"Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" She yelled out and he kept up the pressure and picked up his speed. As alluring as her writhing, naked body was, he fixated on her face as he watched her eyes close and her features scrunch up with pleasure. He wanted the image of Samantha Carter orgasming under his hand permanently seared onto his brain. With a loud wimper, he felt her body clench around his fingers and warm liquid trickle down his hand. Her breathing was ragged and heavy.
She opened her eyes and saw him looking right at her.
"That was really fucking hot," Jack said, as she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him on top of her.
"I want you inside of me right now."
"Yes, ma'am" Jack agreed eagerly as he quickly pushed his boxers down and Sam slid off her underwear. "Do we need to . . . use anything?" he asked.
"No. I'm on birth control," Sam said quickly.
With that, he used one hand to guide himself into her and she felt another wave of pleasure course through her body. He moved slowly and then she felt him stop.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Just need to cool down a bit. You're turning me into a teenager again."
Sam smiled and was happy that she could have that effect on him.
Jack took a couple of deep breaths and began moving again slowly. He was intent on making this last as long as possible. He felt like every ounce of blood in his body was draining toward one particular spot.
As he moved slowly and deeply, he placed his arms beside her head and moved his face next to hers. He grabbed her lower lip with his teeth and then gently claimed her mouth with his lips and tongue. He nuzzled his face into her neck and nibbled on her ear. The sensations made her body tingle and she adjusted her head to the side so he could continue.
She responded by tracing the outline of his ear with her fingers and then her tongue. He lifted his head up to face her again and she placed light open kisses along his neck and collarbone. Her arms wrapped around his back, holding him to her. Her eyes met his and they kissed.
As Jack moved inside her, Sam shifted her hips slightly and moved her legs to wrap around his lower back, allowing him to go deeper. She moved with him, angling herself so his thrusts would hit her own pleasure spot. She felt his movements quicken and his breath get heavy. His ragged breath in her ear spurred on her arousal and she focused on her own impending orgasm. She knew he was getting close when she heard him moan into her neck and she met his thrusts with the movement of her hips. She lost herself in the sensations of her body and hardly realized it when she cried out and drew her nails across his back. That sound and the feeling of her body clenching around him sent Jack over the edge as he cried out and emptied himself inside her.
He collapsed with his face in the crook of her neck and she released the tight grip she had had on his back. They both settled back onto the bed, panting. It was a few minutes before either of them could speak.
"Well that's a relief," Sam said with a smile as she turned to face Jack.
"You were worried that after all this time, the sex would suck, weren't you?" he teased her.
"The thought crossed my mind."
"Didn't suck."
"No, it didn't."
And with that he pulled her toward him. She lay her head on his chest and draped her leg over his. She closed her eyes and felt the thumping of his heartbeat.
