CHAPTER THREE Rated T! Slightly mature/not graphic. IF you don't want to go there, just suffice it to say, missions accomplished!

Just as Vala had predicted, Sam stood in the middle of her room, dressed in her blue BDUs and stared blankly at Jack.

"I think street clothes would have been a better choice." He took her hand, hesitated to bolster his diminishing courage, then like John Wayne in 'The Quiet Man', he whipped her into his arms, and kissed her with eleven years of pent-up unresolved sexual tension. God, it was wonderful! He couldn't stop kissing her. He had to mumble the prescribed words into Sam's mouth, afraid if he stopped the mouth to mouth, she'd disappear in a puff of smoke.

Once begun, Jack went way beyond what Vala had suggested. Buttons flew like bullets as he jerked her jacket open, not wanting to stop for unbuttoning. Sam's arms locked around his neck, she arched into him and kissed him back with enough fever to power the Stargate. His hands were under her tank top, exploring her hot skin. His tongue danced with hers. Her hands were up in his hair, fingers like tiny electric conduits frying his brain. He must have said 'I love you' a hundred times. She'd said it back just as many. Like riding a bicycle, he found his ability to pop a bra clasp loose in the heat of passion, had come back with ease. Her moan was like weapons-grade Naquadah, exploding every cell in his body.

He didn't care if the door was locked, wide open or welded shut. This was going to happen, right here, right now.

Craftily, Sam had pushed his leather jacket down his arms and he flicked it off before gruffly snatching her tank top over her head. Hands burning across his flesh, she moved his shirt up, out of her way, then following his example she tore it open, unrepentant as the buttons shot out. Shirt still dangling from one wrist, Jack sent it flying, her bra wadded in it. Flesh to flesh they fell atop the bed.

Like a pair of cats trying to get out of a bag, they fought the rest of each other's clothes off and came together in such a heated coupling that the proverbial stars where dwarfed by the explosion of hundreds of suns.

When the calmness of the aftermath surrounded them, Jack chuckled.

"What?" Sam sighed against his neck.

"Nothing. I'll tell you later." Just before he started up again, he thought - how was he ever going to repay Vala?

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Flustered was such an inadequate description of Daniel's current state. He was actually trembling inside…and outside. Vala, standing in front of him in his starched white shirt, without a hint of sexual innuendo, had his snug jeans extremely, uncomfortably tighter.

"Thank you, Daniel. I'm really sorry about all the mess I created. I don't know what got into me. I'll be right back. I need a glass of water. Wait here for me, will you?"

Innocent as a babe she walked away, naked legs and tops of her thighs screaming at him. Daniel swallowed, but never took his eyes off of her. She returned, the ridiculously large glass of water to her lips. She stopped just in front of him, her eyes raised to his, grinning. The glass tilted and she missed her mark. His mouth came open in a slow intake of shuddering breath. There she was, as good as stark naked, less than a foot in front of him.

"Oops, sorry." Her hand brushed at the fabric, with death inducing slowness, over her breasts and belly.

He snapped. Somehow, magically, ripping the shirt open, wrapping an arm around her waist and slamming her against his hard body. Like a jump into hyperspace, his kiss took her down a spiral of head-spinning intensity. She'd never expected such passion from him! Jack be damned! There was no way she could take this slowly, she would implode!

Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, but before she could decide what to do next, Daniel lifted her by her six, and brought her body up against his groin, holding her thighs around his waist. She was trying desperately to remove his clothes, but his hands were all over her body and she could not accomplish her task. "Daniel." She begged with a whimper.

He was growling. For gods sakes, the man was growling and she was nothing but putty in his hands. He controlled her expertly, sending her passion into a fireworks display, and she couldn't even manage to lift a finger. His mouth was all over her, and she realized she was completely naked on the floor. God help me! His eyes, blue flames, raked her body, his hands trailing expertly after them.

She tried again, this time going for his belt. But he shoved her hands away, roughly, murmuring, "Uh uh."

She must have writhed on the floor for twenty minutes, having long ago closed her eyes. She dared not look for fear he'd be an apparition, flitting away like some ascended being. Then she felt his searing flesh against hers and she blinked up at him. His blue eyes were stark and held such tenderness, she felt the tears drain across her face. "God, I love you," he whispered hoarsely.

Hours later, cuddled in his bed, Vala stroked his cheek. "Daniel?"

"Hmm?" Sleepy, he barely hummed his reply.

"Did I tell you that I love you?"

"Um hmm."

"And, darling, did I tell you how much…"

"Shh, go to sleep, Vala."

"Yes, Daniel."

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Sunrise had barely lit the sky when Jack felt the phone vibrate in his jacket pocket. "Vala?"

She was whispering, "Jack? How'd it go?"

"Perfect. Really, perfect."

"She's sleeping?"

"I left her sleeping like an angel. I'm on my way back to Washington."

"What!?" Vala paused, then whispered quietly, "What? You can't leave, that's, that's not romantic. You left her in some motel!?"

"We talked. It's fine, and, ah. No. We never made it out of her…"

"Oh my god, Jack! You're despicable." Vala giggled.

"And you? How'd it go?"

"Someone could have warned me. Ever make love to a maniacal, sex-starved octopus, Jack?"

"Can't say as I have. But please, spare me the details. My plane's waiting. Did he… ah say…?"

"Yes, Jack. He did. Thank you."

"You're welcome. And you said…"

"More liked screamed, darling."

"Ach! Enough, for cryin' out loud!"

"Love you," Vala grinned, stretching sleepily.

"Love you too." The words came in stereophonic rhapsody. Jack's with a friend's laughter and Daniel's with a lover's grumpy sleepiness.

END

A/N: Thanks childofspacegypsy1 for the title and idea. And MrsPollifax for the always wonderful beta.