AU: Sam's time missing onboard the Prometheus drives Jack to distraction, setting them on a course they have denied themselves for years. Set in Season 7 after 7.13 Grace, but before 7.16 Death Knell. Prequel to Lost and Found.

Chapter Summary: Jack decides enough is enough... he has to talk to her, but it seems a cat has his tongue...

Chapter 2: A Different Kind of Coffee

Friday evening, 16th January 2004

"Sir?"

I didn't say anything. Not a word. Not even a breath. The towel she was wearing barely covered her body between her breasts and the apex of her thighs.

"Sir, what are you going here?" She asked with a quick flick of the safety mechanism on her sidearm before holding it loosely by her side. She was the very definition of sexy - a tough, beautiful, amazing, smart woman wearing a towel while holding a Beretta.

"Not Sir." I responded when I finally had my wits about me. Taking a step toward her. She took in a deep breath that caused her already taut towel to strain as her chest expanded. I swallowed and let my eyes arc back to her face.

"Jack?" She whispered.

I smiled, "Yeah." Her lip trembled and she looked away. Not good. Taking two massive strides toward her and placing my finger under her chin, I lifted her head to look at me. "Sam?" Her breathing quickened and a little sob left her throat.

"Damn, why does this keep happening?" She said pulling away from me.

"Why does what keep happening?" I asked. The look she gave me was full of longing and sorrow. She just looked at me and muttered to herself about wishing for things she couldn't have. When her back was turned, giving me a glorious view of her shoulders and the back of her legs, I took the opportunity to put my helmet down and walk up behind her. She had moved from muttering to berating. Taking the initiative, I put my hands on her shoulders and dropped my lips to her neck. She spun around so quickly that her towel dislodged showing her ample cleavage, despite her holding it in place. My mouth went dry at the thought of all that bare Carter skin just beneath it.

"Jack, is it really you?" She asked, one hand landing softly on my cheek, the other grasping her gun and holding up her towel. The towel that my eyes were fixed to. I nodded, leaning my cheek into her hand. "So, not a hallucination then." My brow crinkled a little at her question as I shook my head. "Cat got your tongue, Sir?" She said with her secret smile.

"T-towel." Was all I could say. Hot damn, she was so sexy with her wet hair, and her towel and her gun. My own sidearm was letting me know just how damned hot she was.

"Well, I just did get out of the shower." She said with a small smile.

"Damn Carter, I did not need to know that." I whispered and licked my lips. The words came out sounding a bit croaky, probably because my mouth was as dry as the Sahara. She had not stepped out of my reach. Damn. It was taking everything I had not to press her against the wall. If it was at all possible, the flush on her skin had made her eyes even more blue. I couldn't stop myself wondering if she would look like that after… Dammit O'Neill, don't think about Carter and sex. My cock twitched. Shit.

"So, why are you here?" She said, lifting her hand off my cheek to pass through her hair, the pull of her skin making the towel move ever so slightly, revealing a little more of her breasts causing me to swallow… hard. So close. All it would take was a minuscule tug for the whole thing to tumble to the ground.

"Errr… ahh… I… ummm." She laughed at my wordless sentence and heavy breathing, the tinkling sound adding to my already raging libido. I clenched my hands into fists to stop from reaching out. Just a tug… Stop it!

"We can start with coffee if you like?"

"Ah, yeah. Coffee. Coffee is good." I didn't want coffee. I wanted to devour her.

"Great, I'm just going to get dressed." She said thumbing over her shoulder as she turned to walk away. I swore I could see the globes of her perfect backside peaking from below the towel.

"Do you have to?" I mumbled quietly. Not quiet enough. She heard me and turned her head back over her shoulder, then smiled before resuming her walking. Then she disappeared into her room. Jamming the butts of my hands into my eyes to try and unsee my Major in her towel, I ran them hard over the top of my head to stop the errant thoughts from consuming me. She's your 2IC, a Major in the Air Force, your subordinate. Just breathe O'Neill. Despite coming over here to confess my love for her, we probably should talk first. She might not want this. I just managed to get my everything under control when I looked up to see her head poking around the corner of her bedroom, her lips forming that daring little smile, and a twinkle in her eye.

"You OK?" She asked. I nodded because I didn't think I had any words. "Good." She replied, then a single arm shot out depositing her towel on the tiles outside her door. Her open door. Fuck. What little self-control I had managed to wrangle flew out the window and propelled me towards that open door way to find her standing there, gloriously naked holding her sidearm. Frozen. I was frozen, in her doorway watching as she walked – or rather sashayed – over to the dresser to deposit her gun in the top drawer, then turning and leaning her elbows on the top giving me a full view of her gloriously naked body.

"Well, Jack. How about that coffee?"

With those few words, he moved on me like a predator hunting its prey, his eyes dark and libidinous. His kiss was deep and hard on my mouth, his hands exploring every curve and every peak on my body.

"Hmmm, good coffee." He mumbled through his kiss, his fingers rolling and flicking my nipples.

"Yes, Jack… I want you." I moaned into his mouth.

"You got me, Sam." He responded then took one of my nipples into his mouth while fighting to remove his leather jacket. The one he bought in 1969. I loved that jacket. His shirt followed moments later, using the opportunity that opened by the shirt going over his head to change breasts.

"Ahh…ohh…yes!" I cried, holding his head with one hand while the other scrabbled with his belt buckle. I could feel his hardness through his jeans pressing into my thigh. I wanted him and I didn't care where or how. Just now. The moment I saw him in the corridor, all thoughts of playing it safe, of moving on, of getting a life with some other guy went out the window. I wanted him. No one else would do. When his fingers brushed over my mound, I cried out at the sensations caused by his callouses catching on my soft skin.

"Geez, Sam…" He groaned around my breast then moved back to my mouth as his fingers sank inside. "Fuck, so wet… so… goddamn!"

"It's all for you, Sir." I moaned and arched into his questing digits. He growled, so I know my little power play got him right where I wanted it to get him. Finally, his buckle loosened, the rest did not take long after that and I slipped my hand down to wrap around him. "God, Sam. Wait!" He cried. He was close. I could feel him pulsing in my hand.

"No. It's been seven years Jack." I responded. I wanted him. I needed him. "Seven long years."

"Not here, not like this." He growled, his hand stopping mine from caressing his hardened length. I smiled and ran my thumb in an arcing sweep over the head of his cock running delicate circles to spread his self-lubrication. Dropping his head to my shoulder, he moaned low and deep but did not move to stop what I was doing. I could feel him shaking.

"Yes here, I want you now." I whispered, then ran my tongue along the shell of his ear and hooked my leg around his hip. He growled again. He was close enough for me to rub my moist sex across the head of his cock. He whimpered at my touch; his scent was so beguiling. So close…

"Sam." He huffed, "I promise that we will do this on any horizontal or vertical surface you want, but the first time, I want it to last. I want to make it special. Please." He begged and licked his dried lips; his lust blown dark eyes boring into me.

"Any surface, anywhere, anytime?" I asked breathlessly, "I'll hold you to that, Jack." I said, purring his name and dropping my leg then pushing him backwards in a shuffle until the backs of his knees hit the edge of my bed.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me full on my mouth, "Within reason." He mumbled as he bit my lower lip. "I think Hammond might have a problem with this blend of coffee in the briefing room." I growled my approval. I had lost count how many times I dreamed of having Jack drill me while bent over that table. "Lay down." A shiver passed through me at his commanding tone.

"Yes, Sir." I responded then crawled up my bed showing him everything before turning over to lay on my back. He quickly unlaced and kicked his boots off, then finished shedding his jeans. My eyes raked over his delicious body as he crawled up the bed to hover over my body. Breathing in deep, I was waiting for him to sink into me, but instead he kissed my neck and made a line of licks, nips and kisses down my neck to my collarbone then along the valley between my breasts. My breath hitched when he sucked one nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue while sucking the areola. The moan that burst forth from my mouth was ragged, my hands fisting the bedsheets. Once he had paid ample attention to each breast, he continued his journey south to nip and kiss my abs, being sure to dip his tongue into my belly button while his hands massaged my derriere. My legs fell open and my back arched involuntarily in an attempt to get him to pay attention to my core.

Avoiding my centre, he kissed his way down my right leg – paying special attention to the back of my knee – to my ankle where he nipped and lathed his tongue before switching to my left leg for a reverse performance. I was in heaven and this man was a God. He played my body like a fine instrument, and he hadn't even made it to the place where I really wanted… no needed him to be. I could faintly hear my kitchen phone ringing in the background, but I was in no position to even care. It could be the SGC, or Janet or Mark or… did I know anyone else? Did I care?

"Mmmmm…" I moaned when he reached the inside of my left knee, his hands running up my inner thighs to push my legs further apart. The inside of both my thighs were wet after his ministrations which made him groan when he kissed and licked his way up my inside left thigh before switching to my right. My back arched and I whimpered loudly when he ran his tongue along the valleys where my legs joined my pelvis. Knowing what was coming next, I leaned up on my elbows to watch. He saw me, smiled, and tipped his head sideways. Keeping his eyes on mine, he placed the tip of his tongue on my perineum and ran it slowly along my… "Oh God! Jack! Ahh…huh…" I cried, refusing to look away from him. I was wrong, this was heaven.