SG-1 – Parenthesis – Chapter 2

This chapter is rated M but can easily been skipped without modifying the storyline.

She had started taking off his clothes slowly, all the while kissing each part of his body she unveiled and Jack was wondering if he had ever been subjected to a more sophisticated torture than the one she was using on him at that very moment. She protested when he tried to flip her onto her back and get the upper hand. "Not so fast, Sir," she smirked at him mischievously. "You said I was in charge, remember! You'll move when I say so!" she added triumphantly.

Jack couldn't believe his ears. He had unwillingly created a monster! He smirked too. "Where did you hide Carter? This can't possibly be her. She would never, ever dream of being disrespectful to her CO..." He tickled her. Sam giggled. "No giggling, Major!" he reminded her for the umpteenth time. "You well know how dangerous that gets for you when you giggle. That's the kind of things that utterly turn me on... Yes, well, that too..." he added when he felt her hands caressing his chest then getting south towards his abdomen. She undertook to unfasten his jeans then slid her hands down his back to take it off very slowly. "Much better," she said, obviously satisfied, as she looked into his eyes. "Now we're even!"

She bent over him and he felt the caress of her breasts on his chest. Another torture, he thought, trying to remain stoic. He closed his eyes. "I like my body when it is with your body," he heard her whisper to him.

He opened his eyes in amazement. She had just quoted the first line from a poem written by E.E. Cummings. "You don't need to be with me to feel good, Sam, your body is prefect!" How many officers had he seen watching her, eying her, each time they'd been in Washington, how many times had he balled his fists in anger at the thought of them being allowed to court her when he couldn't!

"It's not true. I don't like my body. It's far from being flawless. But when I'm with you, I don't care anymore. It fits yours so well. The rest is immaterial. It is so quite a new thing... I like your body too," she added with a tender smile as she went on quoting the poem, tracing the bend of his shoulder with her forefinger. Moving it down his arm, she laced her fingers through his and settled her head on his shoulder after kissing it.

He combed his hand through her hair then moved it down her back, his touch as light as a feather's, making her shiver with desire. He flipped her onto her back, thinking the torture she had subjected him to needed to be repaid in kind. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head as he gave her a languid kiss. Sam suddenly felt like her brain was on overload. There was no way she could think when he did that to her. When he bit her lower lip and then started exploring her mouth with his tongue, she definitely felt as if she didn't even know how to breathe anymore. She should have expected it though! Each time he got into her personal space, it was as if her brain only printed blank pages. And he must have known it from the amused and proud look he had each time he entered her lab greeting her with a "Whatcha doin', Carter?", knowing perfectly well she would only get back to work when he'd left. So, what he was doing now was definitely sabotage! She moaned when he kissed her and he propped himself up on one elbow to look at her, obviously amused. "I like kissing this and that of you..." he said, quoting the poem too, touching her lips with his forefinger, then kissing her neck, then nipping at one nipple, making her cry out in mock indignation, and finally making his mouth trail down her tummy. He slid his hands under the elastic band of her panties and removed it gently. He then quickly took off his shorts and came back to snuggle against her.

The touch of his skin against hers sent a wave of uncontrollable desire through her whole body. She had never wanted a man like she wanted him. To her scientific mind, this was unaccountable for, because though she told herself the attraction she felt could be explained by a mere chemical reaction, she couldn't explain why it was him she wanted so much. From their very first contact, it had been as if electricity had run through her whole body. She had tried to get rid of that addiction but nothing had worked, neither logic, nor reason, nor distance or even the time spent since the first time they'd met. So what was the use of fighting it? Anyway, she couldn't even think. Her whole body was drawn to his and all she wanted was to feel even closer to him than they already were, lying on this bed, clasped in each other's arms.

"Jack?" she whispered in his ear.

He nuzzled her neck. "Hum?"

"I know we've got the whole night ahead of us. It's not I don't want to cuddle but I've waited for this for so long... Please," she begged, "now..." She didn't have to beg some more. His mouth took possession of hers and his thigh moved to part her legs and she gasped as he pushed inside her, holding her tenderly in his arms. She let pleasure overwhelm her, overcome by the bliss of finally being his, by his intoxicating fragrance, by the happiness of being held in his strong arms and by the fire that was implacably rising from deep inside her hips. The same fire that had started to smolder in her chest when he'd taken her in his arm and kissed her outside their hotel, that same fire that had made her feel as if she were ablaze but that was only the beginning of an incontrollable furnace.

"Jack?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please, again..."

"Again?" he teased her, nuzzling her neck, a smile of triumph on his handsome features. "You do know I'm not going to stop until you cry for mercy, right, Sam?"

"I know," she moaned, her mind clouded with desire. "But you have to know I won't beg for mercy," she whispered in his ear. "If this must happen – if we must break the rules – let us do it right. I want you to turn my bones into mush. I don't want to regret one single moment of what is going to happen in this hotel room. Make love to me as if this one time were going to be the only one ever," she added, a wistful smile tugging at her lips, as she pushed her hips further against his, sending a bolt of heat through his body. "Make me lose control, Jack."

When she tried to recall what had happened next, her memories were fuzzy but very sweet. She recalled sensations rather than motions: his kisses scorching her skin all over her body, his tongue inside her mouth, eliciting, renewing passion over and over again, the sense of losing track of time, of being cut from the outside world, the wonderful feeling of weightlessness in his arms as if their feet were never going to touch the floor again, his warm and gentle yet strong and demanding hands on her, guiding her, holding her close to him, the ever mounting passion and the final bliss of release.

"You did turn my bones to mush, you know, hon'," he said, chuckling, as they were lying in bed, her head on his shoulder, one of her lithe legs draped on one of his, her hand resting on his chest.

She lifted her head and beamed at him. "And so did you," she answered. "And... I didn't beg for mercy!" she added triumphantly, her wide blue eyes locking with his.

"In that case," he said, lifting her on top of him, "you do understand that the game is still on? No way I'm going to let you win that one."

She grinned at him, straddling him. "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, mister!" she replied. "I'm younger, fitter and more supple than you are... and I'm a woman..."

"So?" he prompted, raising one eyebrow expectantly.

"Well, mister, I can last longer at that game than you can... much longer!"

TBC