Surprise! 5 turned into 6. This has been on my mind for a while. Bed is just such a great place for them.
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Jack slowly and quietly climbs the stairs of his house in darkness. It's been weeks since he's seen his home, even longer since he's seen his wife. Washington and Atlantis have conspired to keep them apart for months and he's desperate to see her, to hold her.
He's not due to see her for another three weeks but a cancelled diplomatic visit has given him the opportunity to fly home to surprise her. He remembers the disappointment in her voice when he'd told her that even though she would be on earth he wouldn't be able to see her. He finds those weekends harder than all of the others, knowing that she's hours away from him rather than lightyears and that he still can't see her. He thanks whoever is listening that his schedule was unexpectedly cleared because the long distance is starting to become unbearable.
He has dealt with long distance before, and it was hard before but he doesn't remember ever being quite so difficult. Perhaps it's being behind a desk? When he was away from Sarah he was always doing something, the adrenaline was always running leaving him barely enough time to think about what he was missing at home. While he knows that what he's doing now is important, it gives him much more time to think about what he's missing while he is separated from the woman he loves.
He pauses as he reaches the bedroom door, instantly feeling a sense of calm and relief washing over him as he sees her, asleep in their bed. God, he's missed her. He steps towards her, moving towards the bed, quietly stripping until he's in only his boxers. He slips into the bed without waking her knowing that he should leave her to sleep, that she must be exhausted but his fingers ache with the need to touch her; It's been so long since he's had the chance.
He moves towards her until his chest is pressed against her back; he can't remember the last time that he felt this content, all the stress that his new role brings slowly melts away as he holds her close and allows himself to just be.
He feels her shifting against him, her breathing shifts and he knows that she's waking up. He presses a kiss onto her shoulder and smiles as she turns to face him.
"Hi," he whispers.
"Hi," she inches closer to him until her chest is against his. Her thumb gently trails across his cheek.
He loves that she doesn't ask why or how he's here. He kisses the pad of her thumb as it swipes across his bottom lip. "Missed you," he speaks quietly. His fingers skim up and down her back underneath her tshirt.
She stares at him, her eyes trailing across his face. "Missed you." She presses her lips to his as he pulls her impossibly closer.
He loves her like this, before her brilliant brain kicks in and she remembers that she has to manage an entire crew, keep them safe and save the world all at the same time. It had taken just a few days into their relationship for Jack to realise that a barely awake Samantha Carter was one if his very favourite things.
"Go back to sleep," he murmurs against her lips. It's the last thing that he wants her to do but he knows that she must exhausted. Their contact was limited but he knew that she had had a rough ride over the last few weeks both physically and emotionally.
"Mm-mm," Sam shakes her head, deepening the kiss. Her hand cups the back of his neck as his tongue finds hers.
In just minutes she sinks onto him with a moan, his fingers grip her hips tightly and she hears him swallow a groan. She is still until his fingers begin to slide along her sides and back, then she slowly rocks her hips and it begins.
It's slow, lazy and intense. He loves watching her as she moves on top of him.
His hands travel all over her body, eventually pulling her towards him so that he can latch on to her breast. She gasps as his tongue swirls around her nipple and his hands grasp her ass, encouraging her hips as they glide up and down, back and forth.
"Ah, Jack," she cradles his face in her hands, pulling until he's sat up with his lips against hers and his tongue in her mouth. She loves it like this, just, like, this.
They move in perfect sync, his hips rising to meet hers as she moves on top of him. "I'm close," he warns.
"Mmmm, me too."
Neither one increases the pace, there's no need. This isn't a frantic chase for release, it's about closeness, about feeling every inch of the other.
"Jack," she whimpers as her orgasm hits and she tightens around him. In seconds his hands are on her hips holding her tightly in place as he thrusts up and empties himself inside of her.
"Carter," he kisses her neck as his hold on her hip loosens and she slowly moves as he softens inside of her.
Sam loves it when he calls her Carter, she kisses him and hold him tightly against her. These are the moments she longs for when she's millions and millions of miles away from him.
Later, when she is asleep and splayed on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder, he prays to whoever will listen that the world can save itself for the next 24 hours.
I would love to hear what you think. Any other bed scenarios you would like to see?