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: As we know, Jack is a man of few words... he is a man of action! Explicit content. Please skip if you do not like reading this content.
Chapter 3: Coming Home
She was watching me with eyes so dark they looked like a midnight sky or a deep ocean, like the time we were in that sinking Ha'tak, except they were warm instead of ice cold. Her mouth was open and making the most exquisite sounds while my tongue slid along and dipped just inside her outer folds. I hadn't even made it to the best part yet and I could see she was ready to explode. Perfect. Pulling back, I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs and used my thumbs to part her like the Red Sea. She was pink and swollen and pulsing. Looking into her eyes, I smiled then ran my tongue along her pink flesh, dipping into her entrance with just the tip before flicking up and over her pulsing nub.
"Fuck! Jack! Ahhh…" She cried. I smiled at her cussing. She was famous for her G-rated cursing having never uttered anything beyond Holy Hannah or damn in the seven years I had known her. My cock was so hard it was painful. As much as I wanted this to continue, I needed to end it otherwise I would be re-enacting my teenage years. Hell, I might already be doing that because this was not any woman, this was Sam, the woman I had been dreaming about for years. The woman whose name I cried out when I was with Laira, the woman I was thinking about even as her alternate reality doppelganger rode me in that stationery room on level 25 all those years ago. That was another reason why this had to be special, because sitting on the concrete floor thrusting into this Sam was not how I wanted to remember my first time with her. Wrapping my tongue around her clit, I sucked it between my lips as I slipped first one, then a second finger inside her slick channel to massage the inside, instantly feeling her buck and shake.
"Yeah – yea – yea yeahhh, Jack… Ja… oh Gawwwd… I'm… I'm… ahhhhhhh!" She cried as a torrent flowed forth covering my fingers. Continuing my attentions until her aftershocks subsided, I looked up into her bright blue eyes and pinkened face. She was breathing hard.
"Good?" I asked.
"Hell, yes." She responded, then wrapped her hands around my triceps and pulled me up, her lips landing on mine. She devoured my mouth and moaned when my erection rested against her stomach. "I want you… I want…"
"Sam, I don't have any protection." I said quickly. I had been in such a rush to get over here, I forgot that one important thing. After seven years in the field with her, I knew her cycle as if she were my wife. I knew she was three weeks in which made it her most fertile time. I also knew that despite her being on birth control, Jolinar had boosted her body's immunosuppression which meant things like pain killers, anaesthetic and morphine were absorbed faster and her contraception was only 70% to 80% effective. That last part was in her medical file, which as her CO, I had clearance to know. I caressed her face.
She groaned and rested her head against my shoulder. "You could pull out." She mumbled into my shoulder.
I could do that. I had done with Laira, much to her disappointment. "Normally, yes… but with you… with you, I don't think I… oh Sam, I want you too much." I confessed then rolled off her.
"Then I will do for you what you did for me, with a twist." She said with a smile.
I smiled back, "A twist?"
"Yeah." She responded as she straddled me and used her fingers to spread her folds over my shaft, then proceeded to rub herself up and down.
"Oh, that's a good… uhhhuhh… a good twist." I groaned as I sank my fingers into her hips and pulled her back and forth. At one point, she slid forward so far that when she moved backwards, I almost ended up buried inside her. The feeling was exquisite, and I was so close to saying screw the consequences. Another move forwards and back sent me a little closer.
"Oh, yessss… yessss." She moaned, then suddenly her eyes opened wide, and she leapt off me and rushed to her bathroom.
"Sam? Sam!" I said quickly and leaned up on my elbows, worried that I had done something wrong, then she reappeared with a huge smile on her face.
"I just remembered, I had these." She held up a black and yellow box. "They are still in date."
I raised an eyebrow, "Glow in the dark condoms? Why do you have…" I stopped my question when I realised I didn't care why she had them. That fact she had them was all that mattered.
"They were a gag gift from the girls in the Science Department."
"A gag?"
"Yeah, you remember the invisible ascended guy, Orlin." I nodded. I remembered him. I also remembered feeling incredibly jealous that he was in her house, her room, this bed. "Well, they gave me these apparently so that I could find him." She explained with a smirk as she slid back onto the bed. "I was going to throw them out, but I decided to keep them. You know just in case."
"Just in case what?" I asked, not wanting to think about her with another man – ascended or not. She smiled and crawled up beside me. That was when I noticed the box was unopened.
"Just in case, I needed glow in the dark protection for a certain sidearm." She replied, her hand landing on my arousal as she finished her sentence. "Oh, look what I found." She smiled and opened the box, then pulled one out and unwrapped it before holding it under her lamp to activate the glow. Around half a minute later, she straddled my thighs and rolled the warm latex over me, the sensation of her fingers causing me to grit my teeth and breathe deep. Leaning forward and over me, her nipples dancing across my chest, she grabbed hold of the cabled switch to flick the light off.
By the time I had finished putting the condom on him and turning the light out, his hands were massaging my hips in anticipation. The eagerness was rolling off him in waves, but he waited for me to signal. Looking down at his glowing yellow cock, I smiled. I could not wait to have him deep inside me. Seven years. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him the moment I walked into that room, though back then it was lust and hero worship. Now, it was different.
"Jack?" I asked in the darkness as I hovered over him, not wanting to sink down onto him until he was ready. He was teetering on the edge and now that I had had my initial release, I wanted this night to be perfect as much as he did. I breathed deep and hard.
"Yeah, Sam?"
"Ready?" He mumbled an affirmative. I didn't hesitate any further, guiding him to my entrance. His hands gripped my hips hard as I enveloped him with my warmth, taking him in one swift movement, crying out when he bottomed out inside.
"Oh… wow… Oh God…" He moaned. I could feel him shaking, or was that me shaking? Both of us? After a little while, I started moving slowly up and down, watching his glowing cock leave and enter my body while I braced against his chest with one hand and used the other to bring myself closer to my second edge. "So good, so good. Damn, I'm not going to last. Sam… Sam… ohh…" He cried, his legs bending at the knees so he could get better leverage.
"So, don't…" I responded through my own heavy breathing, my fingers already spinning wildly across myself while he slammed upwards to meet my downwards plunge. "Seven… years… ohh yeah… Jack… Jack…" My words quickly morphed into cries and huffing screams of pure pleasure, his own cries joining with mine as I held onto his left bicep determined to keep my seat through his bucking thrusts.
"SamSamSamSam… huhuhuhuh…" He huffed and gripped even harder. I knew I would have marks, but I didn't care. Suddenly, he let out a long groaning grunt and pulled me down so hard onto him that my eyes watered and I felt the vibration through his balls and cock when his climax hit, the sensations causing me to go over once again. Collapsing over his body, he wrapped his arms around me. I smiled against his chest. This was home. No matter if I was here or off-world or anywhere, as long as I was with him, I was home.
Saturday morning, 17th January 2004
The sounds of birds drifted into my hazy brain. Sunshine cascaded through the room. The body wrapped around me was warm and snuggly and I was feeling every one of my 52 years from my feet to my knees, my hips, and my arms, yet somehow feeling like I was 20 again. Of course, after a marathon night of sex with Sam, I was surprised that I had not had a heart attack. From the moment that I arrived at barely just past 1700 yesterday to – I checked my watch – 0615, we had jumped each other four times in a different position each time. I remembered the wall and the dresser fondly. Yep, no wonder I was sore. Then she moved and moaned, and sure enough the Colonel decided he was all for that.
"Oh, no you don't!" I said to myself. I quickly jumped up and made my way to the bathroom to take care of business.
"Jack." Sam called out in her new found come hither voice. God damn, she was going to be the death of me. I looked down. He was clearly having trouble deciding whether he wanted me to pee or wanted me to go back to bed. My bladder really needed the former. "Jack." She called again, this time with a small moan. Fuck. That meant she had her hands on herself again. Her small moans grew louder and breathier.
"C'mon buddy, you do this for me, and I'll go back to bed. I swear." I coaxed. It worked and I sighed at the relief of not having a pillow of fluid in my lower body. Washing up quickly, I made my way back to bed.
"Took you long enough. I was getting cold." She replied, wrapping herself around me once I had settled, her hands and lips roaming. Damn, she was insatiable. If I died today, I'd be the happiest dead guy in the cemetery.
"Isn't four enough?" I asked, running my fingers through her hair, the little moan she emitted reminded the Colonel of my earlier promise. 52 years old, my arse.
"Seven years Jack…" she said, then dipped her head under the blankets. "We have some catching up to do." came the mumble from her subterranean position.
"Ohh… OK." I breathed out as she licked me from stem to stern. The Colonel clearly agreed with her. He was already raring to go. Oh, and so was… God… yep, gonna die a happy man.
About four hours, three rounds of sex involving two different positions and one joint shower later, we staggered out of her bedroom in search of coffee and some kind of sustenance to increase our blood sugar levels. I didn't even bother with clothes. Neither did she. There was no point since the kitchen bench, table, floor, and chairs had yet to be christened. She was already giving me that lusty look. I smirked and walked over to get the coffee started.
Making two cups of coffee and four slices of toast with jam, I turned to find her with a blissful smile and sparkling eyes. Passing her over a plate, I smiled back. If this is what home felt like, I never wanted to leave. We were due back to our lives on Monday and on rotation by Wednesday if Sam passed her medical, which I knew she would. That left us the rest of today and all day tomorrow to enjoy this new thing of ours. Though, we would need to stop at some point for more condoms because her gag gift was rapidly running out.