Little Pieces of Her Heart

by Sarai

A/N: Special thanks to everyone at the Gateworld Sam/Jack ship family thread for their help and support today, it's been a tough one. The following is dedicated to the very guttery amongst us…not sure if you should take that as a compliment or not :-P!! This chapter is most definitely only suitable for over 18s. If you don't want to read smutty stuff move straight on to the epilogue. Yeesh…I can't believe I wrote this…

Chapter Five

"Here."

Jack handed Sam a steaming cup of coffee and sat back on the couch. He smiled at the picture she made; ensconced in blankets, clutching at the hot mug gratefully. She looked adorable and vulnerable, although he knew she was one of the toughest women on the planet. Sam's eyes flicked from the mug to his openly staring face. She blushed.

"What?"

He jumped; a little too aware he had been gazing at her.

"Sorry." Grinning, and more confident after their kiss in the rain he ventured, "Just couldn't help noticing how 'hot' you look." He settled back into the sofa, his own coffee resting precariously on one knee as his head went back. Jack closed his eyes in peace.

Sam's mind boggled. 'Hot'? What was he thinking? Her hair was a mess, she had mascara running down her face. In short, Sam thought she was pretty much mirrored with a drowned rat right now. Still, she noted, he was soaked through too. And he looked good enough to ea-…

Sam suppressed a giggle. Jack's head had lolled forward onto his chest. The must he still held loosely in his sleep threatened to slip out of his grasp. Deep, satisfying breaths emanated from his chest. Sam watched it rise and fall with every breath, hardly noticing that her own breathing began to echo his.

She put down her mug and wrestled her way out of the blankets. Taking a seat beside him she traced the hard lines around his mouth, the line of his stubborn chin, trying not to giggle as he grunted in his sleep. Slowly she arranged herself next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. It was familiar and she felt safe. Settling an arm across his middle, she closed her eyes, succumbing to sleep.

A few hours later Sam awoke to find herself alone on the sofa, stretched out and covered in blankets. For one agonizing moment she thought Jack had left but gradually she became aware of the shower on full blast in the bathroom. He was singing, she strained to hear; he was actually singing the Simpsons theme tune. Sam giggled and sighed happily, basking in the warmth of the blankets and reveling in Jack's smell, all around her. She realized with a jolt that she was still wearing her sweater and jeans and smiled, thinking what a gentleman he really was. Still, she wouldn't have minded had he taken off more…

"Hey there sleepyhead." Jack stepped down into the living room, wearing a fresh grey t-shirt and boxer shorts. He was rubbing his head vigorously with a towel and grinning at her.

"What time is it?"

"After twelve."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

He smiled sheepishly. "You looked so peaceful Carter. First time I've seen you looking like that in months."

She frowned in mock annoyance as he came to stand in front of her.

"You just called me Carter."

"Force of habit, sorry. Besides," he crouched down, the effort making his knees crack, "I'll never stop calling you Carter. The name holds a certain appeal for me."

She rolled on to her side, ready to bite back with a sarcastic remark, but it fell off her lips as she lost herself in the dark intensity of his eyes.

They were drawing her towards him. Her gaze flicked up, taking in the familiarity of his face; the faint frown line on his forehead, the scar in his eyebrow. She let herself look at him properly, since before all she'd been allowed was the stolen glance across the briefing room, the fantasies she created for herself at night…Sam blushed and looked away.

Strong fingers rested on her chin, pulling her back to face him. Suddenly Jack leaned forward, closing his mouth over hers, kissing her in the way he'd been desperate to since before in the rain. He could feel heat uncoil within him, straining for release. Cupping her smooth cheek in one gentle hand, Jack tried his best to ignore his most basic primal instincts. Or at least to put them off for a little while.

As Sam returned his advance with enthusiasm, running her fingers through his hair in a way that erupted wild senses in his brain, Jack deepened the kiss. He explored her mouth with the tip of his tongue, sending tiny sparks of desire rushing into Sam's fingertips.

Abruptly, Sam sat up, swinging her legs down so they were on either side of him, kneeling in front of her. She held both of his cheeks in her hands, tasting his mouth with a ferocious hunger that demonstrated the desire beginning to burn within her. Placing his hands on her hips, Jack pulled Sam towards him and stood up, pulling her up too. The heat radiating from their bodies, coupled with the intense black desire in his eyes made Sam shiver delightfully. She could feel the bulge in his boxers, brushing against her leg.

Suddenly, she checked herself. She wondered how he could be so attracted to her; she was a tomboy, a Colonel in the U.S. Air Force and moreover a geeky scientist! Jack saw the hesitation in her eyes. As much as he wanted to take her, to claim her as his, he stopped. Unable to suppress a small sigh he asked, "You alright?"

Sam frowned. "Yeah. Just…kiss me again." Even those words felt odd on her lips. But suddenly, as Jack grinned and replied, "Yes ma'am," all of her doubts drained away. She could think of nothing coherent. In fact, she could barely think of anything at all. Her mind was deliciously blank as she succumbed to his rugged mouth. His hands were exploring her hair, he back, her ass; he'd delicately trail his fingers over a sensitive area enjoying her shivers of pleasure.

Jack drew back, taking her beautiful face in his hands; Sam kissed his thumbs as he ran them over her lips. Searching her eyes, and seeming to find what he was looking for, he kissed her swiftly. She matched him for intensity, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Suddenly, Jack bent, sweeping her off her feet. He'd always thought it was a fairly soppy gesture, but now, with the woman he loved grinning in his arms he understood the appeal it had. Sam tried to cover a smile, succeeding barely. Inside her heart was fluttering in a way she didn't know it could. Jack had never really treated her like a lady; flirted with her maybe, once declared he had feelings for her, but at the same time he was always the Air Force officer, she his comrade. Now, it was clear, he intended to make up for lost time.

"No giggling Colonel." This set her off. She couldn't help a stream of happy chuckles, pressing her face into his neck and feeling him grin into her hair.

Setting her down on the huge bed, Jack knelt in front of her. Slowly and taking care to trail the tips of his fingers against the skin he was baring, Jack pulled off her socks. Kissing an ankle, and making her giggle, he sighed in happiness.

Entwined on the bed, the Air Force General and his Colonel felt desire run throughout their bodies. Sam rested her legs on either side of his. She was desperate for him, longing for him as she had for eight years but she held off, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. Lifting him, so their chests were touching and with her legs wrapped around him, she tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift move. The bare skin of his chest only enhanced her desires. It was hard and tanned from years of field service and Sam's breath caught in her chest as their bare skin pressed together.

With an evil grin in her eyes, Sam pushed the mesmerised Jack back onto the bed. Agonisingly slowly she began to make her way down his body, kissing bare skin as she went. Jack, in utter bliss and disbelief at what he'd unlocked in his former 2IC, was unable to repress a strained, "Carrter…"

The groan halted her. Sam loved what she could do to him. Fixing her efforts on the elastic waistband of his boxers she curled her fingers around the rim, making as if to pull them off but instead trailing her fingers along the sizeable bulge beneath the cotton.

The flutter of breath in his chest was Jack's wake-up call. With lightning reflexes born out of years of physical training he grabbed her, kissed her and flipped her over, unable to suppress a deep growl. With her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, he explored her mouth with his tongue thoroughly.

He had to remind himself to break off the kiss to pursue her torture; losing himself in her embrace was far too easy. Jack slowly made his way down her neck, planting kisses as he went. He settled on one quivering breast, running his hand tantalisingly over it. She exhaled sharply, as he rolled the stiff peak between his fingers, tweaking it expertly. Sam felt the heat grow between her legs and mentally urged Jack to continue his journey downwards. But he was intent on keeping her waiting. Amazed with his own patience, especially given the strain in his boxers, he leisurely trailed his fingers down the flat plain of her stomach.

Jack swallowed. The seductive black lace of her panties was a lot more distracting at this range. The urge to take her and possess her was growing but he strived to continue the torture he'd started. Grinning evilly, as she whimpered he moved down, past the delicious hem of her panties to her inner thigh. The heat between them was intense, his breath even hotter against her skin. She ached for him with all of her being, all too aware of the throbbing in her core. Swallowing hard, she spoke with a ragged breath.

"Jack. Please."

He looked up, a little surprised at her plea, but only too happy to oblige. Resting his fingers over her hot centre he drew the lace aside, searching through soaked, golden curls to find her core. Sam gasped, clutching at the sheets as he buried a finger deep within her. Withdrawing it slowly, he added a second finger, startling a whimper from her. She could barely think of anything coherently and didn't even realise she was gasping out his name. As he curved his fingers, finding the secret core inside of her she cried out.

Jack could barely string a coherent thought together either. The sight of his beautiful former 2IC writhing on his bed with his fingers buried inside her filled him with such a deep pleasure he only longed to do what he could to make her feel the same way. Lowering his mouth he covered her throbbing heat and tasted her. The heat-on-heat was almost too much for Sam. She felt frenzied; her breath was catching rapidly in her chest as his expert fingers worked to bring her to climax. With her fingers laced through his hair she held him to her. She could feel her orgasm uncurling within her, and her hips bucked in the throes of passion. She gave a cry as she came, his fingers still moving inside her. She was blinded by the feeling and a little embarrassed as she came back down to earth, opening her eyes to find him smiling at her.

Before she had a chance to say a word he was back at her mouth kissing her passionately. He was breathing heavily, the blackness of desire burning in his eyes. Hardly daring to believe he could turn her on this much; Sam noted the increasing heat coming again from between her legs. He leaned in to kiss her again and as he did she pulled on his lower lip, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her. He groaned and she shivered in delight. She could feel his hard length, still encased within boxers, and trickled her way down his back, helping them off with a decisive flick of the wrist.

His length was casually nestled between her legs. He knew exactly where it was and grinned as her breathing became rapid and shallow. With a growl, Jack pinned her hands above her head and positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly and tantalisingly, he penetrated her slick folds, groaning as her muscles contracted around him. Drawing out he entered again, this time deeper, drawing a whimper from her chest. With iron control, Jack drew out again slowly and entered, this time pushing into her all the way. Again she whimpered, that one sound affecting him more than anything else, and Jack lost his grip on control. He thrust into her whilst she wrapped her legs around his body and tilted upwards, drawing him in deeper.

Jack was soon lost in the feel of her. He knew he couldn't last for long; she was too beautiful, writhing on the bed whispering his name breathlessly. He let all primal urges take over, mesmerised by how she felt and acted. It was like no more barriers existed between them save one, and that was about to crumble. With the last vestiges of his control slipping away, Jack succumbed to black desire. He pushed into her one final time as she cried out his name, releasing his seed with a deep groan.

They both breathed deeply, opening their eyes to catch each others' expressions mirrored on their faces. The degree of love coming from her nearly made Jack choke, and he knew that there were no more barriers.

He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against hers and kissing her softly on the lips. Looking into her eyes as he spoke, his voice was gravelly.

"Never done that with you before Carter."

She grinned impishly, "No you haven't…'Sir'."

He raised his eyebrows. "If you don't stop that I'm going to have to ask you to do some very inappropriate things Colonel. I can make it an order you know!"

Sam laughed sleepily as he lay down behind her. "Maybe later flyboy," pausing, she looked round at him, "Definitely later." Pulling the covers over both of them she curled inside his protective arm, her back pressed against his stomach. She enveloped herself in his familiar smell, sighing happily.

Jack smiled into her neck, kissing it softly. "Yes ma'am."