That night Jack arrived latter at home. The meetings never seem to end and he was exhausted. Physically and mentally. He was no young buck anymore. No matter what Sam used to think since she had said "yes" to his marriage proposal. All the downstairs lights were off and he could only see light from upstairs. Sam must be in bed already. He went to the kitchen, grab a beer and some potato salad and ate alone at the kitchen island, eyes almost closed.
"Jack?" Sam called from the stairs.
"I'm in the kitchen" he said drinking the rest of his beer.
She entered the kitchen and looked at her husband. He looked dead tired, much older than his age and despite everything Sam's heart ached.
"Are you ok?" she asked concerned.
O'Neill's dark eyes studied her intently. Instead of her PJs she had only a long t-shirt, her bare legs exposed to his eyes.
"Tired" he said unbooting the first buttons of his white shirt.
"Come to bed then" she offered softly.
Apparently she was on a good mood tonight. This constantly mood swings were wearing both of them but especially Jack. The constant battle was wearing their resistances thin.
"Are you sure?" he asked dropping his shoes at the entrance. After the phone call he half expected to sleep alone again.
"Yes, you need to rest", she said climbing the first steps but waiting for him to follow.
He turned the lights off and followed her. It would be the last night they were having the house to themselves for a couple of days. Sam entered their room first and went quickly to the bed. Jack saw that she was gathering several papers and her laptop. So she had been working in bed. Some things never changed.
"Do you want to take a shower?" she asked while putting everything at the table near the window.
"No, too tired" he said starting to undress in the bedroom.
Sam eyes followed his moves as he quickly took his dress blues and just stood in his boxers. Her mouth suddenly went very dry. Even with a couple of years at a desk in the Pentagon, Jack was still a handsome and attractive man. Not so muscular and fit as he used to be when he was in the field but his body still give her all sorts of goosebumps. She was having plenty right now so decided it was best to lie down and turn the light off. Jack followed her as she felt the mattress dip. They stood apart, each one in their side of the bed.
"I'm sorry for not telling about inviting Vala and Daniel. It was a spur of the moment thing and then all of the sudden you were yelling at me on the phone…" she said in the dark of the room.
"I'm the one supposed to be saying all the "sorry"s around here, not you" he said with a smile she couldn't see but could sense.
"You're not the only at fault Jack. I screw things sometimes. We both know that" she said turning to him.
"Well, you're young Carter, you still have much to learn" he said smiling widely now.
"Ass" she immediately said punching him in the shoulder. He grabbed her hand, caressing it and she felt the blood rising in her face. Luckily the lights were off. Against her will, Sam sighed. He always knew just how to touch her. Silently, and with a a quiet determinationa his right hand reached around her front and found her heated core through her panties. She didn't stop him but felt her eyes starting to get moisty. His hand rubbed ruthlessly against the soft fabric between her legs, and a powerless sob escaped her.
"I love you, Sam. I love you so much," he growled passionately against her neck, licking and sucking, as his other hand reached under her t-shirt and found a warm breast. Sam started to whimper as his hands kneaded and stroked, felling her as much as he could.
Fighting her tears and her growing desire, her right hand wandered from his chest and slowly traced the muscles that were still there, feeling its way toward his boxers' waistband and pausing there when his fingers tensed and froze, his breath catching in his throat.
Her mouth tentatively kissed him, her brain sending her warning signs non-stop but her boding giving in no matter what. Her teeth nipped his lips while his fingers were digging into the muscles of her back and gripping her hair almost painfully, and his mouth tasted hers. His hands were everywhere at once, her back, her neck, her hair, her buttocks, and finally, her breasts. She could no longer contain the tears that were running down her face but he was so consumed in his passion that he didn't even notice it.
He pulled her t-shirt slowly while kissing her neck and her chest and threw it to the floor. Her breasts were then in his hands for brief moments, full against his palms, and his mouth found her collarbone and gave it a long wet kiss. Sam felt his warm body on top of hers, his hardness against her buttocks, and his knees impatiently pushing hers wide open.
Jack knew he hadn't too much time. Even with all his self-control his body was longing for his wife. Quickly he placed himself between her legs. Next thing she knew, he was slowly slipping inside her moist heat, his eyes half-closed as he gradually pushed into her, trying to hold her until he was fully sheathed.
Feeling Jack deeply embedded inside her made Sam's heart skip and start racing again. He always felt like the perfect fit. Her flesh quivered around him, her muscles stretched delightfully, and she moan as she felt him bump against her g-spot. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, her ankles settling on his buttocks and pressing him even closer. Her tears were still there but were flowing at a slower pace.
"God, I missed you!" he exclaimed right before his mouth lowered to hers again for another long kiss. He felt her face moisty and called her confused "Sam? You're ok?".
She didn't answer, just moved her head to the side while felling the oncoming wave of the climax start to build up, keeping her eye tied shut and whimper as Jack picked up the pace, now stroking her hard and fast, clearly aware that she was close.
"Oh, God! Jack! Jesus!" she cried despite everything as she felt the wave very suddenly and spectacularly peak and crash, making her scream. After a couple more strokes, he followed with a loud groan, his warm seed rushing into her as she completely fell apart under him.
Jack felt lost in a lovely bliss. His sated body covered Sam's deliciously naked form and pressed her heavily against the mattress, but she wasn't moving. Her legs were rather loosely now, and her hands were still lying against the damp skin of his back, idly stroking him as she gradually recovered.
"Love you so much" he said gasping.
She didn't answer him back. Her hands caressed his hair in silence. He finally rolled over with his back to the bed and pushed her over next to him. She went putting one hand in his chest and started to stroke his grayish chest hair like she usually did. The tears had stopped finally.
"Everything ok, Sam?" he asked again worried about her sudden silence.
"I really don't want to ruin this moment, Jack. Let's just sleep" she said her throat dry, continuing to caress his chest.
He knew something was wrong. The question was digging it and spoiling what just had happened or let it rest and address it tomorrow. Jack took the coward way.
"Ok, let's sleep" he said kissing her deeply to each she answered with equal passion.
He was asleep in few minutes but Sam continued awake for several hours before finally given in.