This chapter is pretty explicit – but not terribly graphic. I debated changing the rating but don't think it's too bad for older teens. If you are offended by them 'doin the naughty' - or you're under 16 then please don't read this chapter! It doesn't really advance the plot so you won't miss anything pertinent if you don't want to read.

I'm not particularly good at these types of scenes so forgive me – it was part of the story though and so I've included it. Hope you enjoy.

He slept restlessly that night, partly due to the aches and pains he'd accumulated in his fight with the cave-man, but more because of the decision he and Sam had made.

He tried to figure out if there was another way but couldn't come up with anything feasible. They could simply try and leave but he was in rough shape – again – and he was pretty certain that Igor would follow them. He could tell the man was full of hate and wouldn't stop until one of them was dead. At least in the cave there was some measure of protection.

With Igor (what the hell was the guy's real name he suddenly wondered?) in the picture Jack figured the best thing was to let everyone know that he and Sam were truly married. As he tossed and turned he couldn't stop thinking about what this was going to mean to both of them.

There was no way, when they got out of this that he and Carter could simply return to their old team and their old relationship. How could they ever go from having sex in public (he still shuddered thinking about it) to working together in a commander/subordinate role? No, it wouldn't work, and he was sure the Air Force – and General Hammond – would split them up pretty quickly. The thought was extremely depressing.

The other thing that kept rolling around in his mind was the fact that he was quickly falling for Sam – hard! Oh, he'd had certain feelings for her for a long time, but by ruthlessly making sure not to think of her like that, and sticking to strictly appropriate behavior, he'd been able to keep those feelings from growing out of control. These last few weeks had put paid to that great plan. No, he reconsidered a moment later, he wasn't falling for Carter – he'd already fallen. He was flat on his back smitten with the woman and was scared shitless. He had long guarded his heart after the agonizing loss of his son and then the breakdown of his marriage. He had promised himself that he'd never allow himself to be in a position where he could get hurt again. Well, that was another great idea out the window!

Nope, he was in love with his Second. Strictly against regulations, common sense, and all his best laid plans. He was so screwed!

It was early morning by the time he woke up for good. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep at all but no one was yet stirring. He figured it was another 30 to 40 minutes before the sun came up. Glancing beside him he couldn't help but grin to see Sam curled up, her one hand under her face. Her blond hair, which had begun to grow out, was fanned out around her. She looked so peaceful and content lying there asleep!

He could feel himself begin to grow angry at what was happening. Through no fault of her own Sam was in a position of being either raped by a primitive man or being forced to have public sex with her commanding officer. Whatever happened – and thank God she at least had one choice – she was going to be traumatized by this. He wished he could do something to ease this for her. Although, truth to tell, he was probably going to have to deal with some trauma as well.

There was another issue of course, which he couldn't really talk about. He was scared that it would come to crunch time and he wouldn't be able to perform. The thought of having an entire tribe of people; men, women and children for God's sake, watch him have sex made him feel sick to his stomach; definitely not a libido enhancer!

As he continued to stare at Sam he began to have another thought. He would never have even permitted himself to think this in any other circumstances but right now it seemed like a good idea.

There was no way Sam should be forced to endure sex with him for the first time while everyone watched. She'd be embarrassed enough just having him as her partner without an audience. Okay, that decided it, he was going to go for it. He just prayed Sam would go along with it.

He moved over a little closer to the Major (no Jack, do not think of her like that – no Carters, Majors or anything that smacked of the Air Force). He moved towards Sam and gently reached out and put his hand on her bare waist. This time there was no fur blanket between them.

It took a few seconds, as she was obviously deeply asleep, but eventually he could see her eyes drift open. At first she stared blankly at him but her eyes soon began to focus. Her face changed expression and she looked at him quizzically.

"Sir?" she said so softly he could barely here.

"No Sam", he whispered back. "No Sirs or Colonels here." She looked puzzled but not upset or frightened so he moved closer.

"What is it S-Jack?" She was starting to feel a bit breathless but couldn't figure out why.

"This", he leaned forward and put his lips against hers. For a moment she didn't respond but then her lips softened and she leaned into the kiss. It was a tentative one, for both of them, and full of tenderness.

Jack slowly pulled away and rested he forehead against hers. He was feeling a little breathless, both out of reaction from the kiss as well as worry that he might have overstepped things.

Sam was also feeling breathless – and shocked. The last thing she had expected was for the Colonel to kiss her. She leaned back slightly – "Jack?"

He sat back and slowly began to speak. "I'm sorry if that offended you Sam. I just thought – if we're going to do this thing", he gestured between them. "I'd rather our first, I mean – I'd rather not do this for the first time in front of an audience. I just thought that we should – you know – make love just for us. I'd rather remember it this way than when we have to 'perform'." He stopped, feeling horribly uncomfortable.

Sam looked at him without saying anything. Suddenly, he could see tears gather in her eyes and spill out on her face. He closed his eyes, feeling sick over what he'd done. Moving away from her he went to lie down again, knowing he'd made a huge mistake.

"Jack", her soft voice floated over him. He kept his eyes closed.

"I'm sorry Sam."

"Sorry?" He felt a hand touch his face. When he didn't respond she gently turned his face.

"Jack, open your eyes." With a sigh he did as she had asked. He realized that she had moved closer. She was looking intently at him and he was relieved she didn't seem upset.

They just looked at each other, still and quiet. Without warning, Sam bent forward and touched his lips with hers. She instantly sat back and spoke.

"I wasn't upset Jack. I was – grateful and overwhelmed. I want this if you do." She looked terribly frightened and vulnerable as she waited for his reply.

Smiling gently he replied, "I want it." He then carefully reached over and put his arms around her. He began to press gentle kissed on her forehead and then he began to move down to her temple and cheek. His hands began to caress the velvety skin along her back.

She began to tingle, the feel of his mouth and hands causing shivers to spread throughout her body and heat to build. She began to lose any sense of time or place – she just felt.

With a soft groan she reached out and put her hands on his chest. She began to lightly run her fingers down his skin, being careful to avoid the healing wounds. She felt his breath hitch as her hands brushed against his nipple. Feeling suddenly more in control, knowing he was as affected as her, Sam smiled and bent her head, placing her mouth on his neck. She trailed her tongue along the sensitive skin behind his ear. This time it was he who groaned.

Jack's hands tightened around her and without warning he flipped her onto her back. He put his fingers in her hair and kissed her, this time passionately. Opening his mouth he allowed his tongue to touch her lips. She immediately opened her mouth to his, allowing the kiss to deepen. For the next few moments soft sighs and groans could be heard as the two explored each other and reveled in the feeling of mouths and lips touching and searching.

As they were kissing Jack's hands began to move again, exploring not only the soft skin on her back, but moving to the front. He slowly and gently cupped her breasts in his hands allowing his thumbs to gently stroke her peaked nipples. He instantly felt them harden under his hand, which only increased his need for her.

"Jack!", she murmured urgently, arching up to meet him. She wanted more, needed more. He instantly responded by moving his hands under the straps of her sports bra and pushing it upward and over her head. He looked down and in the soft glow of the early morning light he could see the rosy tipped peaks.

"Hmmmm", he bent down and slowly licked the hardened flesh. Again Sam arched up at the same time grasping the back of Jack's head, holding his mouth against her.

"Please", she cried softly, beginning to lose all rational thought. He responded by moving his hands slowly down her sides, stroking the flesh as he went.

He finally reached the small swell of her stomach, just below her navel, and began to draw small circles with his fingers, dipping lower each time. He ran his fingers softly under the tops of her panties and he could feel her breath stop. She only began to breathe again as he moved his hands back up onto her abdomen.

She began to return the favor by moving her hands further down his chest and onto his stomach. She then trailed her hands around until they were behind him and began stroking his lower back. She too allowed her fingers to reach under the tops of his leather pants, feeling the soft dimple at the base of his spine. With a cry of animal lust she then reached down and grabbed his buttocks, kneeding and stroking them. She pulled him towards her, wanting to feel his weight and his hardness against her.

"God!" he moaned, complying with her unspoken demand. Allowing his full weight to fall upon her he began a sensual motion back and forth, although their pants were still in the way of true consummation.

Jack continued to kiss and lick her, from her lips to her neck to her chest. He then began to move lower, letting his tongue trail down the valley between her breasts. He moved his body down until his mouth arrived at her navel. Sticking his tongue in the small valley he caressed and licked.

"Oh please Jack …." she whimpered, moving her hips up. The heat and moisture had built until it was almost painful. "Please", she begged again. She didn't think she could take anymore.

Jack laid his head for a brief moment on her stomach. He was overwhelmed and almost faint with feelings of joy and anticipation. He knew he had to calm himself down for a moment or this would be over way too soon!

As he felt his heart settle slightly – and his body move away from the brink – he was able to look at the woman beneath him. Her eyes half closed in ecstasy, a soft sheen of sweat covering her body, her glorious nipples peaked and red with desire – he knew he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He could feel the tears build in his throat. This was everything to him – and he knew this moment would be forever etched on his mind.

With a sigh from the depths of his soul he lowered his head again and whispered, "Sam". She replied with a simple, but profound 'yes'. A gentle kiss and he reached down, pushing his hands under the waist of her panties. She lifted her hips and he slid them down her legs. With a wiggle and a kick she got rid of them. Now she was lying under him, totally naked and wanting.

"You too", she muttered against his lips. It was her turn to reach down and, with his help, remove the leather pants he'd made for himself. The moment they were removed she could instantly feel the fierce evidence of his desire.

This time it was he who murmured 'please'. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, so she reached down and grasped him tightly. For a moment she didn't move and then she began to pull and stroke him. He continued to groan and pant against her mouth.

His hand immediately dove down to her core. At first he only stroked the soft mound, caressing and teasing her. With a frustrated sound she thrust up against his hand, demanding more, wanting more. He responded by opening her lips and then he began a rhythmic circling motion with his fingers. Soon, while his thumb continued the motion, another finger dipped deep inside her and also began a gentle rhythm. She knew she was about to die of pleasure.

Without warning his fingers stilled and he pulled back and looked at her. She gazed into his eyes, not understanding why he'd stopped. She could tell his control was about ready to snap but still he watched her. She frowned and tried to pull him back down, but he resisted.

"Jack?" she asked breathlessly.

"Are you sure?", he responded, also having trouble breathing.

"Yes", she replied, no doubt in her voice or in her mind. With a brief nod he collapsed into her and continued his caresses.

They both could feel the tension and the desire build to the point where only one action would bring release. With a final groan Jack thrust into her soft, heated body. She let out a small scream as he did so and rose to meet him, wanting to take everything – all of him – into her.

Now joined they moved together in total harmony finally crying out at the same moment as feeling and fire pulsed through them and brought them to total fulfillment. Now, not only their bodies, but their thoughts and hearts were joined. They no longer thought, or dreamed, imagined or hoped separately – they were one.

As the heat and the passion died away, they left in their wake two people sated and calm. Sam rolled on to her side, still held closely against Jack. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. She could never remember a moment more full of peace or joy as this one. With nary a sound she fell into a deep and relaxed sleep – knowing she was safe and secure in the arms of the man she loved. Her only thought, as she drifted off, was that she wished he loved her as she did him.

Jack watched as she fell asleep, mesmerized by the beautiful woman next to him. He was also humbled that she had trusted him enough to allow this to happen – and now, to fall asleep in his arms. He had known, before this had happened, that he loved her. Now he knew that that love was firmly etched into his heart forever. He also knew that no matter what happened after tonight, he would always have this precious time and memory.

Just as he too began to drift into sleep he had a strange feeling. Lifting his head he realized that the furs had fallen off of them – neither had noticed in the heat of their passion. As he carefully leaned forward to pull them up – knowing they would soon grow cold – he glanced around. What he saw made the color rush to his cheeks; half the cave was looking at them. Without realizing it they had just put on a show for the entire tribe.

The anger began to rise in his chest but then he looked over and saw the old crone and the chief both looking at them. They had smiles on their faces and they nodded. He took a deep breath and released his anger. To these people what had just happened was normal – and desired. Sam would not have to know and it would keep them from having to do this more publicly. It was a good thing, he realized, although part of him was sad his precious moment was not something for only him and Sam.

Oh well, he said to himself, don't worry about it O'Neill. For once in your life just accept that you were given a gift and enjoy it.

With a long sigh, and a smile, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.