Chapter 8: Attraction Part 1
O'Neill held her tightly. No thoughts now. Just feelings. Like the feel of her blonde hair tickling his hand as the cool night air blew over them. It was perfect this way. It was just them now. No walls. No barriers. Nothing keeping them apart anymore.
Neither moved. The anticipation of what was to come was both terrifying and yet thrilling at the same time. They knew they would never be the same and could never go back. This was a permanent act, a lasting commitment, the physical confession of their need and desire for each other. This would be the ultimate declaration and sacrifice.
He nuzzled her hair as he took a deep breath and squeezed her tighter.
Inside? He gently prompted.
Those blue eyes looked up to him and she nodded. Her eyes were always so beautiful, and tonight they conveyed so much more than usual. She wanted this, she trusted him. She needed him as much as he needed her.
His hand sought her own and fingers interlocked as he led her inside. Closing the door behind them, he let out an audible groan as he felt her mind inadvertently envision his hands reaching under her shirt, touching her intimately, finding her body hungry and desperate for him. This connectedness was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He could actually feel her arousal, and it intensified his own.
You're sure about this? he questioned one last time although he already knew her answer.
He felt her eyes on his lips as she wondered what he would do with them tonight. He watched the tip of her wet tongue glide along her lips as he took a step into her. She stepped back into the wall behind her. There was nowhere else to go.
The same thought crossed their minds: This was it - they were actually going to do this. She stopped thinking when his body leaned into her, pressing her firmly against the wall, creating a tingly feeling in her stomach. He could feel her shaky breaths against his skin as he leaned in to possess her lips with his own. His warm, soft lips overwhelmed her senses and sent shivers up her spine – shivers he felt as well, thanks to the connecting effects of that strange crystal.
He tore his lips from hers and she felt his nose nudge her ear lobe before he latched on to it. His teeth held it in place as his tongue swirled around and he gently tugged until it slipped out of his mouth. His breath tickled her ear as he spoke the four words she desperately longed to hear, "I love you Sam."
Her eyes became moist. A single tear burned a trail down her cheek. He could feel it too, everything she felt. He instinctively caught the salty liquid with his lips before it dripped over her cheek. She was vulnerable. Pressed into the wall, he surrounded her. Her emotions were on display before him. There was nothing she could hide, thanks to the crystal which had somehow joined them in ways they could not comprehend. They shared a closeness beyond words, beyond feelings. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did. But nonetheless, she was vulnerable.
We'll take this slow, ok? he comforted.
Her trusting eyes probed his own as she nodded.
He stepped back and found her hand again. She squeezed his fingers tightly as he led her down the hallway.
The natural moonlight glowed through the large bedroom windows, casting a blue-grey hue throughout the room. A deep blue comforter neatly blanketed his large bed. On his dresser, she spotted two bathrobes and neatly folded towels with a red rose on top of one. He had prepared for her - something she had already known the moment he had done it.
"I love you too," she finally got out, goose bumps appearing over her soft skin as realization set in. He pulled her body into his. Her curves fitting so perfectly against him. Her breasts, pressed between them. It felt so invigorating, and he knew she was aware of his growing erection because he could hear her mind wondering what it would be like as he pushed inside her for the first time.
He stepped back to allow his eyes to roam her body, his hungry thoughts sending chills down her back and through her very being.
Yes please, her mind begged. Take me.
A primal look appeared on his face, the almost predatory expression catching her by surprise. But gentle hands carefully slipped the jacket off her instead. His fingers gripped the bottom hem of her shirt and he slipped it over her head. He looked enviously at the bra that covered the two objects his hands had wanted to hold even more possessively than his P-90. Nimble fingers reached behind and unclasped the unnecessary garment, tossing it to the floor. She would not be needing it tonight.
Carter closed her eyes as she felt his large hands cup and knead her breasts. His breathing deepened and a wave of pleasure coursed between them both. She was perfect. And now she was his.
One hand moved to hold her back while his mouth sought to take over. Warm, most lips claimed her areola. He suckled her, one breast at a time, her moaning exciting him even more. Teeth grazed an erect nipple, gently bit down, pulled and released, while his fingers were busy rolling the other.
The feeling was erotic. Their shared feelings and pleasures were intoxicating. And it had Carter internally pleading for more.
I want you, Jack, she begged. Now!
Her words were motivation enough, but her shameless visions of him thrusting inside her provoked an immediate reaction. In an instant, he had her on his bed, and he was over her.