She waited at her door for him and led him inside.

'I'm just going to use the bathroom.' he said closing the door behind him.

'I'll be in the kitchen.' she said shrugging off her jacket and setting down her purse.

He ran his hand gently across her lower back as he passed causing her to shiver. Looking at him they shared a smile before he disappeared down the hall.

A few minutes later he entered the kitchen to find her leaning against the counter staring into the top of the coffee machine, fresh filter paper still in her hand.

'Hey.' he said stepping behind her resting his hands on her shoulders.

'I don't want coffee.' she stated.

'How about some tea?'

She laughed mirthlessly, and leaned back into his chest.

'I know.' he whispered in her ear.

'I don't want to rush into anything.' she murmured. 'But everything in me wants...' her voice trailed off.

'I promise I won't try anything.'

Sam turned in his arms, her worried eyes connecting with his warm gaze.

'I might.' she whispered, putting her arms around him.

'Sam, I'm not strong enough to say no to you if you do.' he said cupping her cheek. 'What is it you're afraid of?'

'We're still figuring out how to be ourselves around each other. I'd hate to wait this long for this relationship to be purely physical and fizzle out after a few months.'

'I sincerely doubt that's what's going to happen. I've been...' he sighed softly worried the words would be too soon. 'The way I feel about you hasn't changed in years.'

'I know.' she whispered still unsure.

'I can leave if...'

'No!' she squeaked, her hold on him tightening. 'No, I'm not letting you go. Not now you're mi-' she stopped short.

'I'm yours.' he murmured, completing her thoughts. 'I am yours, Sam. Jack O'Neill is the property of one Samantha Carter. It's been that way for a while.'

She smiled sadly, feeling the weight of her brief relationship with Pete and the hurt it must have caused him. 'I'm yours now, too.'

He nodded. 'Okay. Now we've established that,' he started stepping impossibly closer. 'Let's agree, for the sake of the other, that neither of us will try anything on and there's absolutely no chance of sex tonight.'

She grinned, instantly more relaxed she began teasing the back of his neck with her fingers, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against hers. 'So, no home runs.' Then after a beat she added. 'What about third base?'

'Carter.' he berated in a low tone, his eyes falling closed, images flashing in the darkness of his mind.

Leaning closer she whispered, 'Second?' Her lips brushing his ear as she spoke.

'You're going to be the death of me.' he growled hoisting her on to the worktop, pressing himself between her thighs.

'Just trying to establish parameters.' she replied hooking her ankles together at his ass.

'No sex and pants stay on. Anything else goes.' His hand slid up her torso, gripping her waist, his thumb purposefully grazing the underside of her breast.

'I think I can agree to that.' she said breathlessly.

'Good. Couch or bedroom?'

'I can be good if you can.'

'Bedroom it is.' He said lifting her with ease making his way to the hall.

'Know where you're going?' she teased, taking his earlobe between her teeth.

'I did a little reconnaissance when I went to the bathroom.' he said nudging the door to her bedroom open and stepping into the darkness.

'Can you put me down?'

He gently set her on her feet.

He watched in silence as she pulled off her shoes and socks, flexing her toes in the thick carpet. His breath hitched when she grabbed the hem of her top and whisked it off in one quick motion, her grin wide and confident. His eyes roamed her body taking in her toned body, slim hips and the firm swell of her breasts encased in a see-through lilac lace.

'Like what you see?'

'Why do I get the feeling you wanted me to see you like this?' he said pulling his shoes off too.

'I'm the kinda girl that likes to be prepared. I thought you liked that about me?'

'I think right now I love it.'

Jack prowled towards her, pulling his shirt over his head. He smirked, enjoying the look of lust that spread over her face.

'No more talking.' he murmured, resting his hands on her bare waist.

She grinned, sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck. 'Yes, Sir.'

No words were spoken for over an hour, mouths and hands too busy exploring, touching and tasting.


'It's getting late.' Sam breathed.

Jack tilted his head to look up at her, her nipple still between his teeth.

He grinned watching her moan and arch underneath him before releasing the rosy peak and disentangling himself from around her body.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and grinned down at him. 'I'm going to get changed into something more comfortable.'

He pulled himself up into a seated position, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched her change. She grabbed a few scraps of clothing from a drawer before peeling off her tight jeans, her lacy underwear coming away with the denim.

A slight smile graced his mouth as his eyes roamed her entirely naked body. She was a beautiful creature. Even the small flaws he'd found on her skin, scars and battle wounds, just made him want her more, reminded him that she was a warrior as well as a beautiful genius. He had no idea what he'd done to deserve her but he would thank his lucky stars and pray to any deity that would listen until the day he died.

She slipped on a pair of shorts first, as she sauntered back to the bed, her arms stretching up to slowly lower a large air force shirt over her head, he was sure that it was for his benefit.

'Aww.' he whined playfully as those wonderful globes he'd toyed with for the past hour or so disappeared.

Sam grinned widely.

'Do I have to kick you out? Or are you going to behave?'

'Do you have a pair of sweats or something?' he asked deliberately avoiding her question.

Turning back she bent over to retrieve some more pyjamas from her dresser, shorts riding up her pert bottom hanging tantalisingly above long lithe legs.

'You are going to be the death of me.'

'You said that already.' she said returning to the bed, handing him a pair of sweats and another large air force t-shirt.

'Doubly true then.' he said leaning in for a quick kiss. Well it was supposed to be quick, but she soon ended up on her back beneath him, his hands smoothing across the virgin territory of her thighs. Bodies rocking, hips grinding.

'Jack.' she breathed.

He growled, his hold on her tightening momentarily before relaxing almost entirely.

'I thought you were going to behave.'

'I never agreed to that.' he said retreating slowly from her body.

'I will kick you out if I have to.' she said teasing him.

'No you won't.' As his hands started working at the fastenings of his pants, her expression became serious. His erection had been pressing into her hips all night, but she was still curious. She laced her fingers behind her head to watch him, and held on tight, not entirely trusting of herself.

Jack slid off his pants and boxers that were sodden with pre-cum, his length sprung free bouncing up against his belly. He plucked his boxers from his pants before dropping the jeans to the floor, he gripped his cock pulling at it roughly until another pulse of pre-cum escaped into the waiting material of his boxers. Those too fell to the floor.

He dressed quickly, well aware of the tension in the room, forcing himself not to look at Sam. He willed himself to forget that it was past midnight; it was now morning, and technically, any agreement they had about last night was null and void. He didn't dare mention it, afraid she might say no.

Or worse, she might say yes.

It was only as the shirt settled down over his torso that he dared meet her gaze. He was unsurprised to find it hungry and dark. As glorious as the night had been neither had had any satisfaction.

'You okay?' he murmured settling down on the bed.

'Yeah,' she said shaking her head a little before curling against his side. 'This is hard.'

'You're telling me.' he growled adjusting himself.

She smiled and nudged him gently.

'So, what do I tell the doc about the hickey you gave me at the pre-mission check tomorrow? Not to mention the guys in the locker room.'

He felt her tense beside him.

'I-I don't know. I shouldn't have gotten so carried away.'

'Where would be the fun in that? Look, if you don't want me to tell them anything I won't but they're going to think what ever they're going to think.' he said softly, 'Have you told them you've broken off with Pete yet?'

'Janet does. I haven't told Daniel and Teal'c.'

Jack nodded.

'If they ask specifically about me,' Sam stated, 'Then yeah, I don't want to lie to our friends. Otherwise, just be vague.'

'I can do that. Whatever you're most comfortable with.'

Sam sighed softly. 'Are you okay with that too? I feel like I'm making all of the decisions here.'

'I'm fine with that. And I'm okay with you making the decisions too. When it comes to us, it's always been me following your lead.'

She turned and lifted her body up to look down at him.

'I'm sorry I took so long.'

'You're worth the wait.' He said smiling warmly up at her.

She smiled back, kissed him softly then settled back down at his side and closed her eyes.

'Night, Jack.'

'Goodnight, Samantha.'