The following is my (probably feeble) attempt at passion. I have kept it from being too blatant because of the guidelines of this sight. It is, however, a definite 'M' rating. I hope (fingers crossed) you enjoy.

If you don't like to read this kind of thing you can skip this chapter – it does not advance the plot at all. Thanks,

He carried her into his bedroom and laid her gently down. Sitting on the side of the bed, he leaned over and began to gently trace her face with his finger. She looked at him with love and anticipation and not a little nervousness. This was uncharted territory, something she had wanted for a long, long time but now that it was happening, she couldn't help but feel a bit tense.

"Relax", he said softly, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. "There's no hurry and nothing to fear. I love you -"

"- and I love you", she quickly interrupted.

The quirky half-smile that she liked so much appeared on his face. "I know – and that makes me very, very happy." He leaned over slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. At the last minute hers closed, just as their lips touched.

The kiss was slow and gentle with only a tiny bit of passion. It was a kiss that told her how much he loved her, how much she meant to him and that he cherished her. It was also a kiss that promised much, much more.

"Mmmm", she murmured, allowing the gentle teasing of his lips to calm her down, to make her realize that all that mattered was that she loved and was loved in return. There was no pressure, no expectations, no rules – nothing to stop them from savoring the moment and touching one another in the most intimate ways possible.

She groaned slightly as the kiss began to change. He was still gentle but his mouth became more insistent, demanding entry, claiming her as his. She would have resented it at one time but knew that she too was claiming him – and he was not only allowing it, he was reveling in it.

Without warning she grabbed his arms and flipped him over her until he was lying on the bed beside her. He gave a started cry, but it was soon quieted by her mouth opening over his and stealing any sound while giving back only pleasure.

She moved until her body was over his, pressing him down into the mattress and taking control. She leaned back for a moment, to see if he was okay with this. Besides a small lift on his brows and a slight quirk of his lips, there was no comment and certainly no evidence that he wanted her to stop. With a soft sound of pleasure she leaned over and again claimed him.

She held his arms at his side as she began to softly and slowly caress his face with her lips. Now, avoiding his lips, she stroked his cheeks, lightly flicking her tongue over the salty flesh and then moved to his chin and jaws. She drew her tongue down, over his jaw and down to his neck. His arms jerked, but he didn't try and get away – she knew he could if he wanted – he was much stronger than her. But he was allowing her to take control – and she reveled in it.

It was only as she reached the point on his neck under his ear that she felt his heart beating as if he'd just run a marathon. She glanced down and could see the wild hammering of his pulse. He was excited – she also suspected that, like her, he was nervous.

For some reason, that realization reduced her own anxiety. She could feel everything begin to relax – and her focus became solely on providing him pleasure. She let go of his arms and moved down to his chest, continuing to stroke her tongue along his jaw, his neck and down to the peak at the base of his neck.

"God", he whispered. "Sam."

She smiled and continued to lick him while she began to unbutton his shirt with one hand. As each button opened she followed with her mouth. Once it was unbuttoned she pushed it aside with her hands and immediately latched on to one of his nipples, circling it with her tongue – teasing it and causing his breath to hitch.

After giving equal time to his other nipple, she began to move down his chest and onto his stomach. His muscles immediately clenched and he groaned. His arms came up and she knew he was going to turn her over, to no longer lie passively beneath her.

"No", she murmured into his belly button, refusing to be moved from her spot – or her intent.

"You're killin' me Sam", he gasped.

"Do you like it?" she asked softly, wanting to make sure this was okay.

"Like it? God – there isn't even a way to describe how much I like it." He could barely get the words out he was panting so much.

"Good – then let me make you feel good Jack." Her head dipped and she began to taste him again.

She frowned when she reached the waist of his pants and the belt he was wearing. With an impatient sound she reached for the buckle, but struggled to get it undone while her mouth continued to be occupied on the soft skin of his lower abdomen.

She trailed her tongue under the waist of his jeans, causing him to groan again. A moment later – with an impatient huff – he pushed her hand away from his belt and quickly undid it himself. He reached for the button on his pants but she stopped him.

"Let me", she whispered. This part she could handle.

Once his zipper was open her hands reached inside the waist of his pants and slowly began to push them down. He lifted his hips to make it easier for her and soon they were down around his knees. She glanced down at him and smiled. He still had his boxers on – but in clear evidence was the fact that he was very aroused and totally together with her on this.

Her tongue stroked down further, until it reached the band of his boxers. She sighed – another barrier she'd have to get rid of – quickly – if she was going to reach her goal of extreme mind-blowing pleasure.

"Mmmm", she hummed, sounding slightly irritated. She could hear a soft laugh from the man beneath her and she pushed herself up and looked at him.

His eyes were half-hooded and there was a flush on his face and neck – and he was breathing heavily. At the same time he had a slight grin on his face. "Don't tell me you're gonna let a little thing like that stop you", he murmured. "Not the invincible Samantha Carter."

Oh ho! A challenge. With a slight narrowing of her eyes she stared at him and began to move. He looked at her in curiosity – and anticipation. She swung her leg over his and settled down on top of him, sitting on his upper thighs. "Be good Sir", she murmured to him, clear intent in her eyes.

He shook his head – "don't wanna", he choked out, another grin on his face.

She answered his with a wide – and evil – grin of her own. "Ooh – you're planning on being naughty? Well, we'll have to do something about that Jack." Still keeping her eyes on his she lowered her hands to his boxers. Hooking her index fingers around the elastic, she slowly – ever so slowly – began to pull them down. As then moved she allowed her hands to circle his waist. Her thumbs she moved – ever closer – to the evidence of his passion. She glanced down once.

"That's not – my side-arm – Carter", he yelped as the ridge of her thumb nail scraped gently along the tender flesh.

"Oh – I don't know about that Colonel", she hummed. "I think it's a pretty impressive side-arm."

He groaned more loudly and reached up and clasped her around the waist with his own hands. "Please Carter", he said. "You're – killin' me!" She smiled when she heard the tone which clearly said he might be dying – but he was enjoying it as it happened.

Next she sidled down his body, pulling his boxers off until they too sat at his knees. For good measure she decided to pull his pants and underwear, dropping them both over the side of the bed. She resumed using her mouth, trailing her tongue down the salty and firm flesh below his navel. At the same time she reached out and gently grasped him with her right hand, relishing the hard yet velvety maleness.

"Ah God!" his back arched and his hands tightened on her waist as she began stroking. The next moment he let her go as she lowered her head and took him in his mouth.

She looked up at him as she licked and stroke and gently bit. She reveled in the look of poor and utter delight on his face. She had never seen him with that look – and knew that she had incredible power over this man – a power she would have to wield lovingly and gently.

It was okay though, she knew – as he wielded the same power over her. It was at this moment she knew – without doubt – that they belonged together in every way possible.

His hands reached out to her head, cupping her softly on both sides of her face. "No more Sam", he begged quietly "or – "

She knew he couldn't take more of this and slowly released him. As soon as she did he bent forward slightly and gently pulled her up so that her face was looking into his.

"My turn", he murmured. He brought his head up a few inches and again claimed her mouth, kissing her ever so gently.

Without warning he flipped her onto her back – the suddenness of it catching her by surprise. The next moment he was kissing her again – this time not gently or carefully – but with passion and determination. He was now in control – and Sam allowed it – and planned to enjoy it.

She threw her head back, stretching her neck until the tendons showed clearly – allowing him to kiss – and then carefully bite and suck on the tender flesh. She groaned – and whimpered – as goose bumps travelled up and down her body. How did he know the exact place where –

"OH!" she squeaked, shivering in delight.

He hummed – obviously enjoying watching her pleasure. The next moment she could feel him place his hand on her leg and begin to push up her black dress. He made an impatient sound and suddenly both hands were working at it. Soon it was up around her armpits – he helped her sit up slightly – and the next thing she knew the dress was tugged over her head.

She wondered why he was stopping, when she looked to see him staring at her in her bra and panties. She could feel herself blush – but also enjoyed the sight of him looking at her. She could tell he was enjoying what he saw.

Of course his momentary gazing ceased as if he suddenly realized he didn't need to stop what he was doing – not now, not here. The next thing Sam knew, her bra was being flung across the room, to rest with her little black dress.

"Wow", she murmured, impressed at his unusual talent.

"You haven't seen anything", he smiled. She grinned in return but then let out a gasp of surprise – and pleasure – when his hands descended to her waist and her panties were being pushed down – and down – and – they flew to join the rest of her clothing.

"Oh God", she murmured, repeating his words of earlier. His hand had cupped her velvety mound - gently at first and even a bit tentatively. It was only when she wriggled, clearly enjoying the sensation but wanting more – that his hand, and fingers, began to move and explore.

"Oh …." She sighed as his fingers gently parted her, stroking the tender and sensitive skin of her inner lips. "oh – yes", she cried when they found the sensitive nub and began to circle it gently. Her breathing sped up to the point she wondered if she would pass out – but the sensation was so wonderful – so exquisite – that she knew she'd have to stay with him – stay aware and conscious as he –

"Oh my God", she gasped, wanting to cry and laugh and scream – and ask him why the hell they'd waited so long to do this.

"Please Jack – please", she begged, having no idea what it was she was asking of him. All she knew was that she was burning in agony – sweet, sweet agony.

"Jack", she cried – this time silently as all her senses were focused on the one center core of her being. She really didn't think she was going to survive this.

Knowing she was reaching her limit – and facing a possible explosion of mind blowing proportions – she was quite relieved when Jack's hand pulled back – no, that was a lie – where did he -"

"Oh", she said when she realized that he was moving – and placing his body over hers. His knees nudged hers farther apart and he carefully leaned forward, carrying his weight on his arms which were on either side of her waist.

"I love you Sam", he whispered gently, leaning forward until his cheek was resting against her. "I want you now", he informed her.

She was surprised that he felt he needed to say anything – it was perfectly obvious that he wanted her so why – ?" It hit her then – he was offering her one last chance to stop this – to not go forward. With a sigh she pulled him down to her. "And I want you Jack too - right now."

She felt, rather than saw him nod. The next thing she knew his stomach was pressing against hers and He was lowering himself down. His hand reached out and again gently parted her. A slight pause and then she could feel him pressing against her, working to enter her.

"Oh yes", she breathed, feeling her passageway open for him, the way wet and ready. As he slid into her she again had the feeling of rightness – that something had been completed – that somehow the universe had been put back into place because they were now truly one.

He began to drive into her – not violently but with determination and passion and – probably the same feeling as she had. She loved it – she loved the fact that he wasn't being overly gentle but instead was moving in her as if he could only be truly fulfilled while filling her.

They moved together in surprising harmony considering this was their first time. His forceful thrusts continued and she allowed herself to simply feel him – his hard flesh pressing into her deeply and lovingly. She moved with him – allowing herself to be as fierce and demanding as he was.

It built slowly – as much as they'd been starved for contact all these years and as sexually frustrated as they had been – they were too aware of what a miraculous gift they'd been given to go at this quickly and have it be over in a couple of minutes. This was about savoring one another – about each to lead – and each to follow. It was about passion, and love and commitment – and life.

She could feel herself about to explode. The tingling started at the point his fingers touched her but soon was spreading throughout her body. She gasped and then convulsed around him, murmuring his name and thanking him – for being her friend and now – her lover.

Jack had been worried that he'd explode too soon since it had been a while for him – and since he'd lusted after Sam for years. But he'd been able to hold back – until the moment he felt Sam tense, her head thrown back and her mouth slightly open. He watched as her face flushed and she came beneath him – a small cry escaping her lips.

That was all he needed to feel the incredible pressure in his own body begin to release. His muscles tensed and at the next moment he was riding wave after wave of ecstasy.

He groaned – and then cried out – burying his face in Sam's neck as the feeling continued to wash over him – and as he felt her ride out her own climax. When he emptied his seed into her he cried out again – knowing that he'd claimed her as his by this action. Yes, his seed had already taken root within her and they had created a child but this – somehow it was different and he simply rejoiced.

Jack had never thought in terms of ecstasy – or pure and utter joy – but he did now. As he felt Sam quieten beneath him – and as his body moved from climax and tension to total relaxation, he realized that right now – at this very moment – he was happier than he had ever been in his life. He and Sam were one.

After a few moments it dawned on him that he was heavy and that he must be crushing her. It was only when he moved – and he heard her whimper – that he realized she had fallen asleep. He grinned and pulled out of her completely and moved to her side. She whimpered again and tried to curl up against him. With a soft and tender smile he kissed her, then got up and pulled back the blankets from underneath her. She barely moved – only curling her hand under her cheek.

Lying down beside her again, he yanked up the blankets around them both. He reached over and pulled her to him, curling her body against his. To a complete and utter lack of surprise, she fit perfectly.

"I love you", he whispered into her neck.

She murmured something indistinguishable – but a couple of seconds later, just as his eyes closed and his body began moving into sleep he heard her.

"I love you too."