Next morning when Jack woke up he was alone in bed. The curtains were still closed but some of the light entered the silent room.
"FUCK" he said aloud.
There was no sound coming from the bathroom so she was downstairs or had left.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he repeated as he got up, put his boxers and went to the bathroom.
Looking at the mirror an irresistible surge to punch it came to him and Jack hit it with all his force, smashing it into million pieces, not even noticing the smithereens of glass stuck in his bloody hand.
Seconds later, Sam appeared running at the door.
"What's wrong?" she asked looking at the smashed mirror.
"You tell me!" he said looking at the broken pieces on the bathroom floor.
"Jack, your hand is bleeding…" she said attempting to grab it but he refused.
"Don't worry, it's nothing" he said picking up a towel and wrapping the hand.
Sam look at her husband with a concerned look. What the hell had happened?
"What is it Jack? Is this because of last night?" she asked carefully.
Siting on the bed he looked at her confused.
"Shouldn't I be the one doing that question?" he asked as the towel got full of blood.
Sam decided that his hand was more important than everything else at that moment. He probably need to go to a hospital and get stiches.
"Jack, let's take care of your hand first and then we can talk all you want. Your bleeding the floor..." she said biting her lip.
Jack look at the floor and the soaked towel and felt a little dizzy. Maybe he need to lay down.
"Ah Sam… I'm a little dizzy" he said blinking his eyes.
Sam had already grab her cell and was calling 911. "Ok Jack lay down on the bed, I'm calling an ambulance" she said while she started to speak to the operator. After briefly explaining what happened Sam hang up and look at her pale husband sat in their bed.
"Jack let's get you a little dressed, ok?" she said while picking a t-shirt.
With effort she managed to slide it through his torso. The towel was now red with blood. Next she put him his sweat pants not bothering with appearances. Carefully she put him his home shoes. She just didn't want him naked at the ambulance. She quickly dressed and was putting her sneakers when she heard the sirens.
"Stay here while I'm going to get the paramedics, ok?" she said without bothering for an answer.
In minutes the paramedics were in the room taking care of a very palled Jack.
"Mr. O'Neil?" one of them called while taking his blood pressure.
"It is Lieutenant General O'Neill actually", Sam corrected.
"General, can you hear me?" he asked again while taking the towel aside.
Jack was pale as a ghost.
"He has lost a lot of blood and his hand needs stiches and an x-ray. We need to bring him to the hospital, Ma'am" the paramedic was saying while cleaning quickly Jack's hand.
"Ok I'll go also. I'm his wife" she said.
They put him in a stretcher because he was too big and strong and they were afraid he would faint while getting down the stairs and Sam's mind went back to SGC times. He hadn't said a word the entire time. Downstairs she picked her purse, his wallet and her home keys. They left to the hospital.
The x-ray confirmed that he hadn't broken anything but he needed 5 stiches and left with a wrapped hand and a sling. Sam filled a form stating it had been a house accident and then called a cab. She still need to go to the airport to pick Daniel and Vala. The ride home was made in total silence. After entering the townhouse, the first thing Jack did was throw the sling away. Sam sighted. He sat on the couch and she sat next to him.
"Ok, Let's hear it, General. What happened upstairs?", she asked putting a hand on his knee.
"I woke up ALONE" he simply said.
She expected a lot of reasons but that was not one of them.
"That's why you punch the day life of the poor mirror? Because I was not in the bed?!" she asked surprised.
"I thought you had regrets of what happened and left" he confessed in a lower tone.
Sam put a hand in his hair, smoothing it.
"Oh Jack…" she said, her voice almost faltering. "I was just having coffee".
He put his head back in the couch and closed his eyes.
"You said that you didn't want to spoil the moment and that we would talk latter. Why, Sam? What would spoil the moment?" he asked looking at her.
A long silence followed that question for some minutes. They'd always been good at that. They're getting better with the years.
"I was thinking of Kerry, if you must know", she admitted.
He was now completely turned to her.
"WHAT?! Why on hell were you thinking of HER?" he asked face red.
Sam felt the tears starting to threaten to appear again but this time she got the upper hand and fought them back. "My brain was trying to make comparisons, who was best at what, who would you like most at, that sort of things…" she said without looking at him.
Jack closed his eyes in shame.
"Dear God, Sam. Please don't do that. No, no" he repeated. "There's no comparison. Kerry is out of the picture. OUT! I love you, only you" he said determination in every word.
"Well I'm sorry if my brain can accept that so simply. We can't just fuck once and everything will get back in place. There's not how it works and you know that is not how I or my brain works!" she said putting her feet on the coffee table, crossing her arms.
Jack opened his eyes and picked one of her hand squeezing it.
"Samantha Carter-O'Neill, you're a genius, the smartest person in the galaxy, honey, but right now that doesn't help. If you keep overthinking our marriage doesn't stand a chance, I know it, you know it. We have to try to keep things at emotion level, a thing we are both terrible at but we must" he said smiling a little.
Against her will, Sam had to smile. He was right. Her brain right now was her worst enemy.
"I thought you didn't do 'emotions'…" she said caressing slightly his good hand.
He took the gesture as a good sign.
"I'm a stupid old fool but for you I'll do anything, even that" he said in a defeated tone.
"You certainly have your stupid moments and they've been plenty but from what I remember yesterday night you're far from old…Sir" she added with a smirk.
He stopped the caress and looked at her.
"Now you're making fun of me", he said.
During their talk, Sam had made a gut decision something she was not used to do. It was more Jack's style but desperate moments called for desperate measures. Her brain was taking a little forced vacation. Getting closer to him, she dropped tentatively kisses on his hair, forehead and cheeks, her fingers stroking him. "I do love you, Jack O'Neill. No matter what bullshit you do. But that bullshit was your last chance," she warned him. "Last night was the beginning of putting our path back together. I want my marriage back, Jack, I want my husband back!" she added with determination.
Hearing that waked a dormant General still recuperating from the trip to the hospital. He immediately grabbed her head and kissed her passionately. Sam gave as good as she got and they were painting heavy after a while.
"I need to go to the airport" she said in between caresses and kisses that were rapidly growing in passion.
"I can go with you" he said kissing her again while stroking her hair.
"No, you need to rest" she said putting a hand on his chest trying to keep some distance.
He wasn't letting go this opportunity.
"I'll take a nap after" he said while his good hand quickly snapped open her bra.
"Oh God…, Jack!", she moaned arching back against his hand. "We don't have time for this" she tried to reason with him. Her shirt was already on the floor.
His hand was groping her breast and his mouth sucking her nipples, one at the time. Sam cried out in combined pleasure and pain. "Jack! Please! More" she pleaded. He obliged happily his lips trailing down her neck while she grabbed his neck bringing him closer to her.
"I'm going to make you come!" he whispered while attacking her sweet spot behind her ear.
She was desperately grabbing his short hairs in the neck, pulling him to her mouth and kissing him fiercely, her tongue strongly battling with his. Their breath was labored and his right hand reached around her front and found her heated core through her jeans. She was so wet by now that he didn't had to make a great effort really.
"God, I missed this", he moaned while kissing her neck and jaw while his fingers unbuttoned her jeans.
"Harder, Jack", she plead kissing him where she could, her hands in his back tugging his t-shirt to feel his hot skin. Sam could feel Jack's erection throbbing against her thigh, and all she could think was how much she wanted to feel it inside her again. His hand was now at the junction of her legs, his long fingers sliding through her curls to her hot, wet center. Sam moaned with pleasure, her hands once more clutching at his shoulders. He easily found her swollen, needy clit.
"Ohhh!"
He could feel her involuntary spasms against his hands and continued the assault. She started panting hard and fast, suddenly her eyes darting back to his face and he looked back at her. Her eyes wide and alert, taking in every line and detail of his face, her hands freezing on his shoulders and gripping hard. He knew how Sam liked his fingers. If last night, they had been in the dark today they could see each other. He stroked fast, pressed hard, flicked the tip of her clit relentlessly. He stroked, teased, massaged every spot of her.
She bit her lip, sensations drowning her. She could feel him rub against her G-spot every now and then, his thumb pressing on her clit with the rhythmic movements he made inside her.
"Oh…God, Jack, I'm so close" she panted, putting her head on his shoulder while her hand was holding the back of his neck, scraping the nape, digging the nails in, urging him on. She was almost breaking from pleasure.
He could feel her muscles tremble and spasm in her whole body, her mouth releasing cry after cry. He twisted his fingers inside her, forcing them deeper in and she arched in his arms again.
"Come for me, Sam" he whispered in her ear.
He powerfully slammed his fingers deep inside her and she couldn't control her body anymore coming furiously, screaming a piercing scream as he held her, her body trembling.
He held her tight against the warmth of his body while she fell in a boneless heap in his arms. A couple minutes later, she sighed and moaned a soft lazy sound. She was flushed, her eyes closed and her head lazily turning towards him. She kissed him, her tongue dipped and swirled in the hollow of his throat. He moaned deeply. He was so hard it hurt. But watching her come had been worth it, always was.
"You must be exploding by now", she said with a little smile.
Oh his wife could be evil when she wanted…
"You can say that" he tried to downplay it but failed miserably. She could feel it.
"So we have some unfinished business?" Her fingers zeroed in on the sweat pants at his groin, and he jumped.
"Jesus, Sam!" he moaned trying his best not to explode.
Sam smiled in return, one slim hand gently grasping his erection. His hips jerked involuntarily in response and her smile widened. After taking the pants and putting the boxers a little down to his knees, she delicately licked the blunt head of his penis and then sucked it into her mouth. Jack groaned again and Sam reveled in the incredible rush of power that always flooded through her when she held him like this. He tasted so good, she thought dazedly, delicately licking and tasting the first drops of his approaching climax. Continuing to suck and lick, she was pleased to hear him harshly groan her name, and set herself more earnestly to her task, determined to take him over the edge.
"Sam," he moaned, letting his head fall back against the couch.
The first tendrils of his approaching orgasm started curling low in his belly and she sucked even harder. Jack exploded like a supernova.
"Oh fuckkkk…", he gasped as he poured himself into her willing mouth.
He reached out with an unsteady hand and tenderly caressed her hair. Sam cleaned her mouth and kissed him long and hard. He tasted himself in her swollen lips.
"I'm so late to the airport", she said looking at the kitchen clock and picking up her bra and shirt from the floor.
"They'll wait" he managed to say while gathering his strength.
"I really have to go, Jack", she said starting to get out of him from the couch.
"Ok" he said without moving.
"And we need to talk about all of this" she said biting her lip.
He opened his eyes immediately.
"Why? What's wrong? I thought we've talked already" he said his faced suddenly serious.
"We'll talk latter, ok? Let me pick them up. Please just put some order in here first. I'll clean upstairs latter, don't worry" she said picking his SUV keys and her wallet.
He just nodded and watched her leave. Slowly he put the boxers and the pants back on. Sighting he put the couch pillows back together and went to the kitchen to grab a coffee and a painkiller. After that he went upstairs. The bloodied towel was still in their bedroom's floor so he picked it up and throw it at the wash machine. Then he saw the bathroom and almost felt sick, putting a hand on the wall to steady himself. The mirror almost no longer existed, at least not in the wall. It was mostly in the floor, along with a great deal of his blood.
"Fuck" he mustered with his good hand in the hair.
He couldn't leave the task of cleaning his mess to Sam. She had already gone through enough because of him. To many fucks ups. At least he could clean this one. He went back to the kitchen and brought back the vacuum and a broom. In a couple of minutes, the floor was clean again. He took the remains of the mirror from the wall and put it in the basement. He would deal with it latter. Then he just changed his clothes to a pair of clean jeans and a three buttons shirt. His next job was to change the sheets on the guest room where Daniel and Vala would be sleeping. He was feeling a little tired but the nap he promised Sam would have to wait. So he changed the sheets, opened the windows and put fresh towels in the bathroom. Only then he went back to his room and laid down. After just a minute he was asleep.