When you write something after having some rather strong wine you seriously have to rely on your Beta to make it sound good.

Once again Petal, I cannot thank you enough :)!

Carpet Burns

I watch, with amusement as Jack shifts from foot to foot, watching as the driver pulls away at the bottom of our driveway. He turns, a sudden dark sexy look in his eye and I know he means business. The teasing in the car was fun, but I've pushed his buttons, I know that and I'm not one bit sorry. We've not even made it inside the house yet and he is already grabbing at me, trying his best to strip my clothes from my body. I'm suddenly grateful for the lush landscaped trees that surround the house affording us some semblance of privacy. My my, General Jack O'Neill is certainly on fire this fine sunny evening.

He doesn't bother switching the light on, when we finally manage to get through the front door, his hands are busy elsewhere, not that I'm complaining. I like this light on him. Twilight, the lowering sun casting shadows across his handsome smiling face. We fumble, laughing as he guides us straight down the hallway towards the stairs, our clothes dropping to the floor along the way. I can't help but giggle as my blouse lands on his head and he growls at me in mock annoyance, as I've obscured his view.

Fair is fair so I quickly move my fingers over his buttons while he's caught off guard and start to pull his shirt from his shoulder. I note the contrast between his crisp bright white dress shirt and his dark brown tanned chest scattered with silver. His hands find my bra and all it takes is a flick of his fingers on the clasp and it falls unceremoniously to the floor. I could complain that I had less clothes on but I know I'll be rewarded with his bare muscular body soon enough.

I grab his hand and skip up the first two steps of our staircase but he catches me around the waist, and pulls me back to him with a 'no time for stairs' and a wiggling of his eyebrows. It seems he has other plans for us. He spins us around and walks me backwards towards the living room, kissing and licking at my neck. It feels like we're dancing, the way we are dodging things all over the place. Some kind of sexy, fumbling obstacle course.

The words have only just entered my consciousness when he knocks over the end table and I can't help but giggle, loudly. He kisses my lips roughly, looks at the table, shrugging his shoulders and mutters something like; "I never liked that piece of shit anyway."

He means business, when he is like this. I've learned his body language tells over the past few months and I know I'm not going to be able to walk later. I won't complain. That thought alone sends tingles to all the right places and I moan.

He yanks at my skirt, the button flies off somewhere and I give him an indignant look. I don't really care, it's hot when he's this worked up. He just grins darkly back at me. So I pull at his. I feel my cheeks flame when I can't burst the button and I growl at him.

I mutter 'that his pants are obviously made better than my skirt, plus the button is bigger' and he casually mentions, with a smirk, that his pants need a reinforced button when he's around me. We stop and I once again burst into a fit of laughter at our behaviour, telling him he's like a horny teenager. He joins in the laughter, unbuttons himself and pulls his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, springing free his glorious cock which stands proudly away from his body. My mouth goes dry, he takes my mouth into a searing, passionate kiss, and we sink to the floor. Not that I'm complaining because, dammit, he's a good kisser.

He leans forward and kisses me again. His gaze penetrates me and I see the flash of hunger in this eyes. He's ready to devour me, and my god I want him to.

"Jack," I say, hardly recognising the desperate wanting sound in my voice.

He whispers 'Shush, no talking' and leaning forward, lowers me back to the floor. He kisses my forehead, then my eyes, the tip of my nose and finally my lips. His tongue playfully tangles with mine before he continues down my neck. My eyes close and my back arches off the floor.

"Jack, please…" I cry but my voice disappears as his fingers run down my side, over my hip and under the waistband of the panties I know are his favourites. I squirm under his hands as he playfully runs his fingers over the thin lace then onto the inside of my thigh. He groans as he slowly pulls my panties down over my legs and his fingers continue their trail over my thighs and up.

"God, Jack…" I say before forgetting the rest of my thought as he crawls back up my body, his mouth dropping to my neck, gently leaving kisses and small suckles against my clavicle. It's one of my more sensitive spots and I shiver. He continues his path downwards and I feel him grin against my breast, as he softly kisses a trail down to my centre. I originally wanted to move somewhere more comfortable but I don't care now. Not as long as he continues doing what he's doing to me. Jack certainly has no intentions of stopping.

"Oh God Jack," I whimper and moan when he moves his fingers towards my wetness, where he begins to explore.

My hips lift and I officially cannot breathe.

All coherent thoughts are gone. I don't even care about the carpet burn I am about to get on my shoulders and probably my back. In fact, it turns me on just a little.

As soon as the car moves down the driveway and out of sight, I am on her, kissing her, licking her, grabbing at her clothing, ready to completely strip her off out here in our garden. Thank God for the trees. In hindsight, totally worth the $1500 I paid the landscaper.

There's not a chance in hell I'm going to be able to stop myself from ravishing her and nothing that she can do is going to stop me either. She's pushed all my buttons and judging by her innocent smile, she's not one bit sorry.

I skip switching the lights on, what's the point? We won't be here very long if I have anything to do with it and find a much more interesting use for my fingers. We fumble in the lowering light of our hallway and I pull her towards the stairs, her laugh reaching my ears as her discarded blouse lands on my head. I growl at her, pretending to be annoyed but whip it from my face immediately because it's ruining my view of her semi naked body.

She takes full advantage of my momentary distraction and her hands grasp at my shirt, clawing at the buttons before pushing it off my shoulders and I watch as she smiles, her eyes roaming over my bare chest to my waistband and back up again. I reach out behind her with one hand and flick my fingers over her clasp and her bra falls to the floor granting me full view of this glorious woman.

It's like a game between us, tug of war comes to mind, as she takes my hand and starts up the stairs. I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to take her here, NOW, so I grab her around the waist and lift her back down the steps.

"No time for stairs," I say playfully and wiggle my eyebrows at her before turning her and walking he backwards towards the living room, kissing her long slender neck. It's like we're dancing with each other, but she's a lot more elegant than I am. I try my best to navigate the obstacle course of our possessions, but alas, I hit the table and knock it over and she giggles.

I lift my lips from her neck, kiss her lips and shrug my shoulders.

"I never liked that piece of shit anyway."

I pull at her skirt and the button flies off. She stares at me. I didn't mean to do it but oh well. The way I'm feeling at the moment, she's lucky I haven't ripped the skirt to shreds. She's not going to be able to walk properly tonight, thats for sure and she knows it.

She claws at my pants and I watch as her cheeks go red and she growls at them, or at me. I'm not sure which and I don't really care, because the sound she's making is sexy as hell.

"Your pants are obviously made better than my skirt, and the button is bigger." She says.

"I need a reinforced button on these when I'm around you." I reply and she giggles telling me I'm like a horny teenager. Oh, she has no idea. She bursts into laughter and I join in. I undo my pants and tear them down my legs at lightening fast pace, my cock suddenly standing out proudly from my body, silencing her laughter. I cover her lips with mine and we sink to the floor together.

I kiss her swollen lips and I feel the sudden hunger within me build as I stare into her crystal blue eyes. I want to devour her.

"Jack," she begs and I lean forward, lowering her to the floor, telling her not to talk. I want her to feel.

I kiss her forehead, her eyes, her cute little nose, then her lips. She opens her mouth to me and I flick my tongue against hers, a move I will repeat elsewhere in the not to distant future, before resuming my journey down her neck.

"Jack, please…" She cries as her back arches off the floor but I silence her by trailing my fingers down her sides, over her hip and under the waistband of the panties I'm sure she's worn because she knows they're my favourites. My cock aches when I see them.

She wiggles under my hands as my fingers play just above where she so desperately wants them to be and I move them gently to the insides of her thighs.

I groan involuntarily as I slowly peel her panties down her long slender legs and then my fingers begin to ascend back up.

"God, Jack…" she begins before her voice disappears again as I nibble her neck and leave gentle kisses along her clavicle. I noticed her reaction the first time I did it and quickly realised it was one of her most sensitive and favourite spots, so it soon became one of mine too.

I kiss a trail down her body and I grin against her breast as I kiss it softly. I know she originally wanted to move somewhere else, but I have absolutely no intention of stopping now and I doubt she wants me to, judging by the purring sounds she's making.

My fingers move between her legs, seeking out the warm wetness, solidifying the fact that I'm going to take her right here.

I hear the sharp intake of breath before the "oh god Jack" and the sexiest little fucking moan I've ever heard. Her hips lift from the floor as I curl my fingers upwards.

The carpet feels slightly rough under my elbows and I spare a fleeting thought for her back and shoulders...