WARNING : This ficlet contains a descriptive sex scene. Please be advised.

The first night

He spent a long time just rubbing her feet but Sam was in no mood to complain. No mood at all, she was wondering if Jack had taken some body massage class somewhere when he spoke, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Other foot," he said, his voice low and husky. He raised the well massaged one and gently kissed the sole before reaching for the right foot.

"Comfortable?" he asked her.

"Very" she smiled back at him. "Jack, what are you up to?"

"Well, if you must know, I'm up to piggy number four--"

"Jack!" She laughed, pulling her foot away.

"If I told you what I have planned, I think it would ruin the surprise. But I'll tell you this much..."

She looked at him with bright anxious eyes.

"I plan on making love to you all night long if I can."

"That's doesn't ruin the surprise," she said, her voice low and sexy.

"Ready to get started on it?" She asked a minute later.

"I think I am now," he grinned, glancing down.

Sam laughed as she got out and found two towels in the linen closet and brought one back to Jack.

He dried himself off and watched Sam at the same time. She dried off then put that little black teddy back on. He wondered if she had any idea how crazy she was driving him.

"Beer, wine, champagne?" he asked.

"No, uh-uh. Just you." And with that she turned and disappeared into his bedroom.

By the time he gathered his wits and made it to his bedroom door, she had dropped the robe and was laying on the bed in just that skimpy little black thing. Yeah, she had to know what she was doing to him. His blood pressure was somewhere in the stratosphere and she had to know it.

He stretched his body out next to hers and smiled at her mischief.

"So does this thing come with instructions?" he asked, lifting the left shoulder strap.

"Nope, but I bet you can figure it out." she smiled sweetly.

Jack did indeed figure it out. Once he had the flimsy garment out of the way he had time to soak in the view of his wife for the first time.

'Something wrong?" she asked after a minute.

"Not that I can see," he answered, leaning down to gently press his lips to hers. The kiss deepened after a moment and Sam returned it with passion. She had been waiting on this as long as he had, after all.

Jack pulled her closer and buried his face in her neck, kissing it softly. He brushed aside her beautiful hair and began a slow procession of kisses down her neck to her breasts. His hands softly squeezed and his mouth was a searing heat upon her skin.

"Jack," she cried out, arching slightly beneath him.

He let his hands span her rib cage as he moved further down her body, marveling at how small she felt. He let his fingers play beneath the folds of her sex, teasing her until she felt ready, before covering her body with his. Entering her was like heaven. Slick warmth gripped him and a small moan escape his throat as he began to move inside her.

He was slow and methodical but the tension building inside him couldn't be held back forever. His pace begin to increase and he bit his lip and tried to think of something else, but there was no stopping it . He erupted inside her, just as she began to convulse around him.

"Sam," he hissed harshly, "God, Sam"

"I love you, Jack" She whispered.

He wrapped her tightly in his arms and flipped them onto their sides. He reached down and pulled up a blanket from the bottom of the bed, tucking it around them both.

"I love you too, Sam. I love you too."

They drifted off to sleep this way, covered with an old quilt and wrapped in each other 's arms.