SPECIAL EXTENDED EDITION

What, a chapter after the epilogue? Well, think of this as a deleted scene. Stole the chapter title from ebineez01.

Warning: rating changed to M for sexual content and some very dirty talk. Oh and - this might turn out differently than you think.

Previously:

"I bet it happens a lot."

"What does?"

"Women falling for you. Hard."

"Yeah. I leave a trail of them wherever I go."

Anna chuckled. He was making this easy and sweet instead of awkward, and she loved him for it. Even more than she did anyway.

"Can I still have this? This dance, you being so close?"

"Of course", he said, and his breath on her bare shoulder almost killed her. She completely melted into him, determined to take whatever he was willing to give, and they danced to a lot more than one song.

~o0o~

He felt so good, the solid warmth of his body against hers, his hands on her back. And did she just feel - oh God yes. There it was again: a soft, tender brush of his lips against her bare shoulder. And then he tensed.

"We should not be doing this, Anna", he breathed. "If you report me..."

"Not your chain of command anymore, Jack."

"It's still wrong."

She moved away from him a little to look into his eyes. She'd never seen him like this, open, vulnerable – and turned on. It made her so dizzy she thought her knees would give way. It took all her courage to say what was on her mind:

"What if I think it's right?"

He smiled at her and let go. Then he took her hand and led her away from the dance floor and out of the bar. Once they were out of sight of the people inside he turned to her, studying her, reading her. Andshe was easy to read: she wanted him. Badly. It would be so easy, and yet it was still so wrong. She'd regret it, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow - but some day she'd regret it and hate him for taking advantage of her. Right now her eyes were pleading, and she was so hard to resist. He closed his eyes and leaned in, stopping an inch away from those gorgeous lips, waiting for her to make the decision. And she did. She closed the distance, her lips tempting his, and he gave in. She made a soft little sound that spoke volumes about how much she had longed for this, and for the length of one kiss he allowed himself to feel her, taste her, take what she was offering. When he finally broke the kiss they both needed something to ground themselves, so he rested his forehead against hers. His hand came up to tuck a single strand of hair behind her ear.

"Believe me, it's wrong. One day you'll understand."

He was gone by the time she recovered from that, so he didn't hear her soft answer:

"How can something that's wrong feel so good?"

~o0o~

Anna didn't notice him standing in the shadows when she got into her car. It took her a while, but finally she decided she could drive. He watched her taillights disappear down the road before he entered the bar once more and sat down at his table. Oh boy. Why had he turned her down again? Oh, right, something about it being the noble thing to do. Tonight, the noble thing sucked. Big time. He ordered another beer. He wasn't screwing Anna because of the emotional fallout that would bring; he wasn't screwing Evelyn because of Sam; he wasn't screwing Sam because of the frat regs. Great. He ran a hand over his face, and when he looked up again his eyes fell on – her. She sat at the bar, wine glass in hand, long, dark brown hair falling over her shoulder, and looked him straight in the eye. She cocked her head a little and smiled, and he raised his beer in a salute, nodding at her, his eyes never leaving hers. He hadn't done this in a long time. Before the days of his marriage, he had. Entered a bar on his own and left with some beautiful stranger determined to get her hands on him. Even during the days of his marriage he could have had it, if he'd wanted to. Recently he hadn't tried. Maybe he was losing his edge, with all that mulling over Carter...it seemed it still worked, though. The woman at the bar smiled a little wider and got up.

"A penny for your thoughts", she said when she stopped at his table.

"They're not worth that much", he answered, but his smile said he didn't mean to turn her down. She sat, her eyebrows raised as if to ask his permission. He nodded again.

"So, what happened to the young lady you were dancing with?"

"She had other plans."

"Oh come on, it was obvious she had it bad for you."

Jack sat back in his chair and looked at her over his beer.

"She – kinda has a crush on me."

"And?"

"And I don't feel that way about her."

She considered that.

"So you're not that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy?"

"Who'd risk emotional fallout for a one night stand."

"No. I'm not."

"Well, I don't have a crush on you. I simply think you're hot."

He couldn't help a chuckle.

"Straight to the point. And – thank you. You are quite a sight yourself."

"OK, so, now that that's settled - "

" - we play 'my place or yours'?"

"Yeah, something like that."

She checked his hands.

"Looks like your place is safe. No wife?"

He raised his eyebrows at that. "Seriously?"

"OK, I get it, not that kind of guy either."

He looked at her for a moment longer and got up. Holding out his hand to her he said:

"Let's go."

They left the bar, his hand on her back. At his car she looked at him.

"I hate my given name, so I go by Cat."

"I hate my given name, too, so I go by Jack."

He opened the door to the passenger's side for her and she got in. While he walked around the truckhe briefly thought of Evelyn – more potential fallout. This was safe. Cat was just a stranger looking for a little fun. And why on earth – or any other planet for that matter – shouldn't they have that little bit of fun. When he got in the car she looked at him. "Second thoughts?"

He smiled at her. A genuine smile, because he had really started to like her. "No. You?"

She didn't answer but reached out to touch his jaw with her fingertips, and then she leaned in to kiss him. This was so different from the kiss he had shared with Anna. Anna had been careful, a little shy, not sure if he'd really let her kiss him. Cat was determined. She wanted him, and she didn't see any reason to keep that fact from him. He felt himself respond. He broke the kiss long enough to say: "Obviously not."

"Obviously", she breathed and kissed him again, her teeth grazing his lower lip. He brought up both hands to cup her head and kissed her back, hard, his tongue demanding entrance, claiming her. She parted her lips for him, let him have his way, and her hands wandered. From the back of his neck over his collarbone and chest, around his shoulder blades, down his sides. He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck.

"I swear if you keep this up I'll have you right here in the car."

"That what you want?", she purred, and he just knew all it would take was for him to say 'yes'. He claimed her mouth again, holding her close to him.

"No. I want you stretched out on my bed, naked, opened for me to look at."

She let out a moan that said she was just too willing to go along with his wishes. He needed this. And he needed it rough; passionate. They had to get to his house. Quickly.

~o0o~

When she lay down on his bed she looked up at him.

"Were you serious about looking at me?"

"You bet I was."

He undressed her, enjoying every opportunity to touch her skin. Oh the thrill of an unfamiliar body, her scent, her taste. When she was completely naked she reached out to unbutton his shirt, but he caught her wrist.

"Not yet. Let me see you. All of you."

She closed her eyes and her head fell back. She could feel his gaze on her, and she heard him hum, a low sound of pleasure and anticipation. She opened her eyes. He was still fully dressed, black shirt, top button open, and blue jeans. "This is highly unfair." But she didn't move, waiting for him to indicate he wanted her hands on his body. He knelt between her thighs, still looking at her. "You are breathtaking", he murmured, and she took it as her cue. Sitting up she reached for his collar and undid the second button. No t-shirt, just the shirt on his bare skin. Hot. Her fingers found the chain that held his dog tags, and she carefully pulled them out.

"So you're military."

She turned them in her palm to be able to read them.

"O'Neill. What rank?"

He took them out of her hand and tucked them back. They felt so familiar on the bare skin of his chest, like they had been there all his life. Which they had. Almost.

"Doesn't matter."

She smiled and kissed him, running her hands across his back and under the hem of his shirt, and then back to his chest, opening another button. She savored undressing him just as much as he had savored undressing her.

"Why don't you lay back and enjoy", she breathed against his ear, and he did. Minutes later he was naked but for his dog tags that still rested on his chest. Cat trailed along them with her fingertip.

"You wanna keep them on?"

He hesitated for a moment. Technically he hadn't been obliged to wear them at all tonight, being off duty, but he rarely ever took them off. They were who he was. Cat sensed the moment of hesitation and decided to let the matter drop. So she nearly missed his answer to her question:

"I feel really naked without them."

She was speechless at the intimacy of that. "That's OK, just leave them on. They look hot on you anyway."

"No." He kept looking at her. "Tonight, I want to feel really naked. Please take them off."

She couldn't believe how much that turned her on. She locked eyes with him to see if he was sure, and when he didn't falter she slipped them over his head and placed them on the bed side table. He let out a sigh when he heard the sound they made. It was true. Now he was completely naked. Rid of duty and service and regulations. No rank. No chain of command. Just Jack. She kissed his chest right where the tags had been, and it felt incredibly intimate.

His eyes shut. He stopped thinking and focused on her hands and mouth as she made her way down his body. She found all the right spots, paying close attention to every little reaction, skilled lips generously giving pleasure. And then she paused and looked at his face. He knew that look. He smiled and flipped her over on her back. He stroked her neck, cupped her breast with one hand and ran his other hand down her side. She hummed and opened her legs for him – or tried to. But he stopped her, both hands on her ankles, keeping her closed. She hesitated for a moment, but then her head fell back, a smile on her face. She knew what he was up to. His hands and mouth wandered, and even though she desperately needed to feel them between her thighs, she obediently kept her legs together. When he finally spread her open she could hardly hold back any more, and she knew she was soaking wet already. He settled between her thighs, taking in the view, breathing in her scent.

"Please, Jack."

"You're so wet...I bet you really want this..."

"Oh God yes. Please touch me."

The smile on his face was downright evil. "How much longer can you take it?"

"Jack, for fuck's sake!"

He laughed out loud and finally showed some mercy. God he could barely hold back anyway. He slipped two fingers along her folds and inside of her, and she arched her back to meet him, take him deeper. When his mouth joined his hand she thought she'd lose it - and it didn't take many strokes of his tongue, teasing along her entrance and then flat against her clit, until she did. He smiled against her slick folds while she came down from her orgasm and placed a soft kiss on her clit, and then he made his way back up her body. She pulled him close and whispered: "You're incredible."

"I know", and that smile was nothing else but cheeky. She stroked his face and returned the smile.

"You wanna be on top?"

"Oh yeah", he rasped.

A few moments later he was above her, holding his body on his elbows, and entered her in one slow move. She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles under her hands, and down his back to stroke his butt. With every thrust of his hips she grabbed him, pulling him closer, increasing the pressure, until she arched her back one last time and came again. A few breaths later she picked up the pace again, whispering into his ear: "And now, you come for me, Jack..."

He gritted his teeth. "Not yet."

She moved against him, rolling her hips. "I wanna hear it", she teased.

"When I'm there, I'm gonna shoot my load inside you."

"Oh God, please -"

He thrust into her a few more times until she sobbed his name, and it ended in a long moan as she came for the third time, this time finally, blissfully taking him with her.