A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews this weekend, both public and private. It's amazing knowing you are enjoying it. I've found some extra time today, so was inspired to write the next chapter.
I am doing two versions as I'm aware that some would rather not read certain content. Warning to those that don't, this chapter does have adult content. Please read the (T Rated) version. Chapter 2 will be uploaded today as well. There wont be much difference to the story, apart from not having adult content.
Thanks for reading hope you enjoy.
"Well that was an interesting film."
"Yeah, who knew aliens could be, so blue."
"You really dislike Sci-fi don't you?" Sam laughed.
"Well Sam, our lives practically screams Sci-fi, there's not enough space to escape it."
"Well what can I say to that!" Sam laughed, playfully saluting him.
Jack respected in kind with her playful behaviour, he swatted the bowl of popcorn out of their hands, and catching her off guard he tickled her teasingly. Sam cried out in surrender, Jack ignored her pleas. He continued his assault on her, working out all of her ticklish spots, committing each spot to his memory forever. Sam could barely breathe, fit with hysterics. She tried to pull her legs to her chest to protect her sides. Jack ignored her, laughing with her, at her. Her infectious laugh ripping through him. Jack couldn't remember the last time he laughed so hard, and neither could Sam. Jack eventually stopped hearing Sam starting to hiccup.
"Great I'm doing a Novac's!" Sam hiccups again, looking at Jack they both started to laugh again.
"That poor woman is never going to live that down. I'll get you some water, I haven't laughed so hard in a loong' time Carter."
"Me neither..." Sam was interrupted by another hiccup.
Jack gave her the glass of water he sat down and just watched her; now that he finally could he didn't want to stop. She was trying so hard to stop her hiccups, holding her breath; he even attempted to make her jump. Which just caused them to laugh again; seeing her face scowl in disbelieve. Sitting there in silence exchanging looks to each other without words.
"You know Carter, I've had the most amazing day. I almost don't want it to end." Jack sighed.
"I know me too; I guess there's always tomorrow."
He stood up, holding his hand down to help Sam, which she graciously accepted. She fell into his arm open embrace, eye's locked, transfixed as he lowered his lips to hers. Sam moved her hands to the back of his neck, Jack pressed against her lower back bringing them closer together. Deepening the kiss further, Jacks reaction pulling at his trousers, Sam's own internal senses overwhelming her. Sam broke away, gasping for air, but not letting herself drop gaze.
"I should probably let you get to bed." Jack said breathlessly not letting go of his hold. "Before this erm...We should take things slow."
"Yeah." Sam hissed breathlessly.
Jack led them both to the bedroom doors, leaned in and kissed her again before saying goodnight, watching her close the door behind her. He went into his room closing the door behind him, he slumped himself against it, releasing the breath he was absentmindedly holding. 'God Sam is going to be the death of me.' He thought. He couldn't get that kiss out of his mind, it was far better than a few weeks ago no hesitation no shyness, pure passion. He has never felt like that before.
Unbeknown to him, Sam was in a familiar situation herself. She felt like fireworks were erupting in her brain, her neurons sent into warp speed. She couldn't stop thinking about the day, about that kiss, how it awoken senses she hadn't experienced before; certainly not from just a kiss. Although, a passionate one.
Sam got dressed into her silk night gown. There was nothing sexy about it simple, baby blue with a slight trim of lace, enhancing her cleavage. Her favourite colour and the most comfortable gown she owned. She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and hair, leaving her toiletry bag there. She looked at Jacks door, wondering if he was still awake. She walked past going back to her room. She sat on the bed not even bothering to move her suitcase. Sam was unable to stop thinking about the day with Jack, their first full day together, looping over and over in her mind like a time loop.
Following her heart she, stood up, took a deep breath and went to Jacks door. Pausing slightly in hesitation, she placed her hand around the door knob slowly turning it to unlock, she peered through the small gap.
"Jack, are you awake?" She whispered.
"You bet'cha, are you okay?" he spoke back in a normal tone.
Sam didn't say anything she walked in slowly, the small illuminating light seeping through the netted windows. It bounced off her elegantly, making her gown, dance with in the moonlight like a calm ocean. The colours perfectly suited her, making her silhouette glow before him. She looked radiant; the dress matched her movements as if it were alive itself.
'Oh god this woman is really going to kill me. She's so beautiful.' Jack couldn't think straight, he was hypnotized. Sam moved and sat on his bed next to him causing him to, sit up straight.
"Sam ar- are you okay?" Jack stuttered.
"What if... What if, I've changed my mind?" Sam said almost in a whisper.
"Changed you mind about what?" Jack moved closer, to her.
"What if, I changed my mind about..." She paused for a second, working up the courage to continue. "Taking it slow." She could feel her cheeks blush.
"What are you saying Sam."
"I want you Jack, I don't want to waste any more time."
"Are you sure?" he asked pulling himself closer to her, "I mean, I don't want a quick fling with you Sam, I never have. Jack replied, shocked at his own admission.
Jack never opened up; it was one of his biggest flaws. Not even in his marriage with Sara. Jack has always been a pent up closed book of emotions, he never dared to open it. He couldn't not with all he's seen and done. Yet, somehow with Sam he couldn't help but open the book, something about her just tugs at it.
"I should hope not. Serious note, neither do I want just a fling."
Jack took Carters hand in his, "So this is a development, but I sense abut somewhere."
"Yeah, we've been CO and subordinate for so long. As I said a few weeks ago and over the phone, it just takes a bit of getting used, being with you without the orders. It's so surreal!" Sam mused.
"I know what you mean Sam. We've been on a rollercoaster ride, we have had plenty of tasters, of what it could be like."
They did have plenty of teasers; a few that General Hammond himself had to pull them aside privately as a reminder. Although, General Hammond never minded the relationship, he had enough trust and faith in them, that they wouldn't cross the line nor would it interfere with their working relationship.
"Yeah, I remember some of those, admittedly I wanted to go back and become Therra again."
"Oh really, now that's interesting." Jack replied, almost sarcastically, "Funny you should say that, there was a time I wanted to be Jonah again too."
"I know right! Although they were slaves, they had much freedom. And the added secrecy to relationships as well, if you think about it.
"C'mon we were buried under a mile of ice." Jack let go of Sam's hand, to wave over his own head, simulating being buried.
"Not like it was the first time." Sam laughed.
"Yeah well behind that little hidden corner between the pipes. I'd said that was, definitely a perk." He winked at Sam seeing her blush.
"Oh my god, you remember that?"
"How could I ever forget, those moments made it all worth it."
There was brief pause between as though they have both been transported further into their own memories once more. They just looked at each other like each other's eyes were a tiny glistening Television, seeing the memories through each other's eyes.
"So Carter, how do you wanna do this? us?" Jack asked.
"Well I certainly know I'd rather sleep here, finish of Therra's and Jonah's train of thoughts." Sam looked straight at him; her confidence in speaking out of term was starting to grow on her.
"Are you sure about the whole not going slow thing." Jack asked, again just to reassure himself.
He wanted to be clear, wanted her, so much so he wanted to take things at her pace. He was willing to do what it takes to have, to keep her in his life. 'Til death do us part' his mind thought. He wasn't going to dwindle any more years to what ifs.
"I'm sure Jack. Now kiss me."
Jack didn't have to be told twice he leaned over further cupping Sam's cheeks pulling her towards him kissing her feverishly. Sam reached up tugging at the back of his neck, gasping for air between kisses. He pulled her tighter towards him, his hands expertly travelling up her left side caressing her breast, her gown still not allowing him to touch her bare skin. Sam played with the hem of Jacks shirt getting a firm grip, before lifting it over his head exposing his bare chest. He was in very good shape. Pushing him gently, complyinghe lent back taking Sam with him, not wanting to break the kiss. He searched anxiously for her parted lips; deepening the kiss further. His tongue darted in between her teeth to taste her. Causing her to moan with pleasure, his hands now free to gather her gown pulling it above her breasts. Sam pulled away from their kiss, taking over pulling her gown the rest of the way over her head; allowing him to see her fully. She could feel the reaction beneath her thighs, in her cheeks, not of embarrassment but of pure desire. She never felt anything quite like it he was strong. Intensifying her, own desire, her own needs. He pulled himself up delicately, slowly kissing her breasts kneading the other with his free hand so he didn't neglect them. The groans escaping her as, he twisted his tongue in circles gently nipping her breasts. He moved his hands around to her back pulling her to him. Manoeuvring them so Sam would be underneath him, he continued his delightful attack on Sam's breasts.
Pausing he looked up at her, seeing her slightly flushed cheeks, making him simile. "Are you sure about this Carter?"
Sam kissed him, moving her hands she placed her fingers below his waistline. Jack didn't need any more confirmation he started kissing down her body sliding his body of the bed as he went. He took of his boxers letting them drop to the floor. Not letting his mouth leave her body. He toyed with her panty line, first slipping a finger than his hand as he touched her. Ravishing on her wetness; intoxicating him further. Sam groaned arching her back to him, she needed him. Being the perfect soldier he complied with her silent orders. Removing the last restraint, he lowed himself on top of her allowing her to feel him before he entered her. Working his way up to her breasts, her lips, he gazed at her, silently asking if she's okay. Feeling Sam thrust her hips to his fully grown erection, he moved, entering her. They both moaned in unison. He took it slow, allowing her to adjust to him, wanting to saviour every moment, every feeling, imprint it to his brain forever.
"Jack" Sam groaned. She was reaching her peak.
"Sam, I'm..."
Sam allowed herself to lose control, bringing Jack with her. Their bodies faltering under the pressure, Jack's toes curled, pushing into her, as though it was grounding him from floating. Sam held on tightly as though she was falling from a twenty storey building.
"Wow" Jack said grasping for breath.
"Indeed" Sam laughed fighting for breath.
"You know Sam, I've never lost control like that before."
"Me neither" She laughed, regaining her composure.
Jack rolled of her careful to not hurt her, collapsing on the bed he pulled her close nuzzling his face to the smell of her hair. Sam curled her leg around Jacks intertwining them, placing her hand on his chest. As they both contentedly full asleep.
There will be a Chapter 3, I'll upload once I've written it. ;)
(As always reviews are welcome, especially constructive criticism)