A/N: I had a dream I was sitting at my computer, writing this one-shot. As soon as I woke up, I wrote it all down. This is simply the raw words as I remembered them. Not beta'd; all mistakes are mine.
The first time Samantha Carter had sex was an utter disaster. But then aren't all first times that way? Two young kids, high school boyfriend and girlfriend, trying to figure the mechanics out. Hormones driving them, no one took their time. Sam was too dry, her boyfriend was too eager. There was pain and a strange feeling and then it was all over. Her boyfriend grinned and she forced a smile back.
The second time Samantha Carter had sex, her partner was definitely better in bed, but very demanding. Jonas was older than her, with more life and sexual experience. He always kept a bottle of lube nearby for when she didn't "heat up" as fast as he'd like. He usually made sure she experienced some sort of release, but Sam learned very quickly how to fake it because he made her feel self conscious. When she finally ended their engagement, she decided sex simply wasn't worth it.
Samantha Carter's third partner was the Colonel. Her commanding officer. She was a fairly young Captain and they were off-world. He was older than her, much like Jonas, but the way he looked at her made butterflies form in the pit of her stomach. None of her previous partners had ever had that sort of effect on her. So when they were captured because she was a "single" woman, it seemed only natural to roll her eyes and declare she belonged to her Colonel. It's the course of action they'd agreed upon after the Simkara debacle.
How was she to know that these people would demand a demonstration?
So she found herself standing across from her CO, arms wrapped around her waist as she tried to hide. Surely he was livid at her. But then he'd softly whispered her name. Carter. And her blue eyes had met his brown ones.
There was a mutual attraction between them, but also a mutual respect. With gentle fingers, he'd undressed her and guided her to the bed. Joined her, making her gasp as his body covered hers. She expected him to rush, to get it over and done with, but he didn't.
Her Colonel took his time.
She tried to give him fake cues in case he was getting impatient, but he ignored them. He'd always been able to read her and he did so with ease as he brought her to the brink. There was no need for additional lubrication by the time he joined them. He'd simply waited for her nod and then he was inside her and it was glorious.
After, they dressed silently and were released to join their teammates who asked if they were okay. Her Colonel looked to her, waiting for her to answer. With a bright smile to alleviate his fear, she declared herself marvelous because she truly was.
Their capture and how they'd secured release never made it into the mission report, a silently agreed upon pact. But the experience was etched into Sam's heart.
She convinced herself she loved her fourth partner. That was the only reason she agreed to marry him. The man she wanted had moved on, so she told herself she needed to settle. And settle she did.
Pete was terrible in bed. Like Jonas, he kept a bottle of lube in the nightstand for when she "took too long." She quickly fell back into the habit of faking it so as to not hurt his feelings.
And when the inevitable break up happened, she felt more relief than sadness. Because her dad had told her not to let rules stand in her way. She knew what he meant but also knew that she'd imposed rules on herself when it came to Pete. And this was not the life she wanted.
She wanted heat and passion.
She wanted him.
Jack was Sam's fifth partner. Her match. Her lover. As soon as he'd opened the door to find her standing on his doorstep in the rain, he'd drawn her in.
"Carter," he'd whispered softly, pulling her into his arms.
They both knew why she was there. No other words were needed as he pulled the wet clothing from her body. She undressed him this time, enjoying the heated look in his eyes.
Unlike the first time, he didn't take his time. He didn't need to. She was already more than ready, pulling him on top of her, their eyes locked as he slipped inside. The sensation of coming home drew a growl and gasp from them. And when she needed more, he knew exactly how to reach between their bodies and drive her over the edge.
She came with a shout. His name, as if to claim him as hers. Finally.
"Sam," Jack softly whispered her name, running his fingertips up and down her arms as he spooned her from behind.
She'd drifted off to sleep, she realized. Something she'd never done after sex. She'd never felt comfortable enough or safe enough to do so. Until Jack.
"Hmmm," she answered sleepily as the dream slowly faded from her mind. Almost like memories of the past replaying in the form of the dream.
"You were smiling in your sleep," Jack nuzzled the spot behind her ear. "Was it a good dream?"
"In the end," Sam tilted her head to give him better access. "I finally found you."
"I'll always be here," Jack murmured against her skin.
"I know," Sam smiled. She did know. And she'd never forget.