After the heartfelt conversation with Jacob, he returned to the base, leaving his daughter to her own devices. He knew she probably wouldn't be alone, but he did not dwell on that thought. Sam had retired to her bed when she decided to call Jack. He picked up on the first ring. His house had finally completed reconstruction after the blast, and he was also in his bed. Sleeping in his room again rather than on the base felt good.
"Hey," he greeted with a smile.
"So, I'm alone at last," Sam mentioned, her legs moving smoothly under the sheets.
Jack sighed. "Your father went back to the base?" he inquired, hope creeping into his voice.
"Yeah," she confirmed.
"That's nice of him. Considering that he was more inclined to kill me than let me sleep with you," he replied with a smile.
Sam chuckled.
"Well, he hasn't killed you yet, so I think you're safe, General. And you didn't even need to be at the SGC to tell him. I had your back," she said.
Jack hummed. "You always had my back," he acknowledged, his tone filled with happiness.
Sam stared up at her ceiling and sighed.
"I have. Now I'd like to have your front," she confessed.
Jack was taken aback. "Well, that was direct," he quipped.
"You were the one who started the phone sex idea," she reminded him.
Jack swallowed. "I was," he admitted.
"I miss you," she said, her voice laced with longing.
Jack sat up in bed. "I'm coming over there," he declared.
Sam nearly leaped out of her bed, her voice filled with alarm.
"NO, Jack. You can't," she protested.
"I'll be careful. I miss you too damn much. See you," he said, hanging up before she could persuade him otherwise.
"JACK?" Sam almost yelled into her phone, but it was too late—he had already disconnected. She attempted to call and dissuade him again, but he had sent her calls to voicemail. "Shit," she muttered aloud, realizing she might be in for a long night.
Jack parked his truck two blocks away and stealthily entered her house. The lights in the house were all off.
"Sam?" he called out softly. The light in her bedroom flickered to life, and he stood in the doorway. He had left his jacket behind, standing in his t-shirt and jeans, having rushed to get to her. She was seated on her bed, wearing only a tiny tank top and cotton shorts.
"What are you doing here, Jack?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and anticipation.
He slowly moved toward the bed, his eyes fixed on her.
"I told you. I missed you," he said, removing his t-shirt as he approached her.
"God, Jack, we need to be careful," she said, grabbing the bed sheets tighter.
He stripped until he was only in his boxers, pulled the covers of her bed back, and got in with her.
"I was careful," he said, starting to kiss her.
"Oh, okay then," she said, grabbing his head, pressing her lips against his, and pushing her tongue in his mouth. He opened his mouth more and allowed her tongue to do what it wanted.
As they rolled in bed, he grabbed her tank top and pulled at it with one hand. "Off!" he said. Then he removed his boxers and stretched his hard, hot body over hers. Sam held her hands to his head tightly as he kissed her frantically, pressing her into the mattress.
"Ouch," she winced in pain, closing her eyes.
Jack almost jumped out of the bed.
"I'm sorry", he said, trying to release her. "Shit, I'm so sorry," he said again.
Sam, however, didn't let him go, wounding her arms tightly around his neck and fisting them in his hair.
"It's okay. I want you…" she told him as her lips fastened to his neck in a powerful kiss.
Jack held her back gently.
"And I want you too, but you're still recovering from surgery, Sam," he whispered, trying to calm her down, but her hands stayed tightly around his neck, gripping his short silver hair for support.
"We can go slow," she said, her hands sensuously caressing his bare skin, scraping it with her nails.
"Sam…" he gasped in her hair.
Her only response was to dig her nails in the small of his back and press him closer to her.
"Not fair…" he huffed in her hair.
"Report me," she said with a defiant smile.
Jack hid his face in her shoulder. "To Doctor Lam?" he asked, also smiling.
She continued to smile as her hands inched their way up his neck and into his hair, caressing, threading, and fisting gently.
"You are the General. You decide, sir", she added, knowing that calling that would drive him crazy.
He groaned a lost, throaty sound right next to her ear.
"I warned you about calling me that in bed," he said, lifting his face and looking at her with eyes almost black from desire.
"Yeah, so?" she teased.
He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. She knew how to push his buttons. She really did. So, he merely grinned and began moving his right hand in a teasing caress along her belly and ribcage before resting beneath her breasts, carefully avoiding the bandage she had on her left side. He could feel her breathing quicken.
"Now we are getting somewhere," she moaned with a soft sigh.
Trailing his lips down her neck in hot, wet kisses, he groaned in approval when she tilted her head back against his shoulder, turning her face towards him. Skimming her jaw, he brought his mouth to hers. Jack teased her lips with soft brushes of his tongue, stroking and nipping at them gently before finally relenting and capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. Her nails dug into his thigh, but the slight pain inflamed him even more as he angled his mouth, forcing her lips apart. Not that he had to move her that much, as her lips parted willingly beneath his.
"Come on, General, you can do better," she whimpered, pleading as she tugged on his shoulders.
Jack slid one of his hands to the small of her back, urging her closer until her breasts came in contact with his chest, swallowing her soft moan as he rubbed her against him. The feel of her body moving slowly against his was rapidly pushing him over the edge. He thought hazily it could also be that this was the first time he'd had her naked in his arms in nearly two weeks.
His mind seemed to shut down when he felt her groan at his actions, the vibrations in her chest, her back arching to him. He fought the passion threatening to cloud his mind and stayed in control. He moved his mouth lower, licking her belly, running the tip of his tongue in random patterns over the skin until he felt her squirm under him.
"Better?" he asked, concentrating on her body.
Sam then felt him stretching over her, the heat from his body covering her, the hard planes on his chest and belly pressing against her. Her bare leg covered his thighs, and her soft breasts felt full and enticing against his skin.
"Much better," Sam breathlessly managed to say, her back arching.
Jack kept licking and sucking hard, his tongue and teeth pleasuring her. Sam's legs eagerly opened under him, desperate for him after such long days apart.
"Please, Jack!" she begged, impatient for him to fill her, and he instantly obliged. He plunged in, making her moan with the exquisite pleasure only his body could provide her.
Jack made slow, passionate love to her, expertly using his strong hands to bring her to the edge but keeping her there, hanging precariously over it without allowing her to fall. As soon as she would come close to bursting, he would slow down and kiss her softly until Sam couldn't take it anymore.
"Jack, please…!" she begged breathlessly, and Jack didn't stop this time. Sam shattered into a million blissful little pieces, crying out her ecstasy as she pulsed and contracted powerfully around him. Jack followed, freely crying out his pleasure as his warm seed flooded her, stroking her insides and prolonging her orgasm deliciously.
"Jesus," Jack panted loudly against her neck as he tried to recover, his hand stroking her hair tenderly as she whimpered in the aftermath of her fulfillment.
After some time, Jack was content to hold Sam, luxuriating in her closeness and the sense of peace that always engulfed him after they had made love. Sam felt one of his hands move to the side of her face, caressing soothingly, brushing the hair off her face.
"I missed you so much," he said.
She trailed her hands slowly down his chest and belly, shifting back on his thighs slightly and tracing delicate patterns on his hypersensitive flesh.
"Me too," she whispered, her lips touching his neck.
"Are you all right?" he asked, looking at her bandage.
She snuggled close to his neck, closing her eyes.
"Yes, Jack. I'm okay. Tired but okay," she said, feeling sleep finally arriving.
Jack kissed the top of her head and also closed his eyes. In minutes, they were both asleep, completely sated.
The following day, Sam turned her head to look for him and found him sleeping soundly beside her, curled in an adorable fashion close to her body warmth. She rolled to her side and watched his relaxed face, the shallow breathing, while he slept. She loved watching him sleep.
After a couple of minutes, Jack opened his eyes; a tender smile lit his face as he took in the satisfied expression in her sparkling blue eyes.
"Sleep well?" he asked.
"Very much," she answered, caressing his face and feeling the morning stubble.
"I can't stay in the Springs for much longer," he said with a desolated look.
Sam kissed him.
"I know", she said.
"We need to talk about the wedding," he said, kissing her welcoming mouth.
Sam wanted to discuss the wedding, but his body presented a more exciting challenge.
"Now?" she asked, grinning.
Jack stopped the kiss, smiled, and leaned in to nip playfully at the skin of her neck.
"We should do it before I head back to D.C.," he whispered in her ear.
The moan she elicited as he worked his way across her neck almost made Jack forego his plans to discuss the wedding. So, he decided to take things seriously. He gripped her left wrist and forcefully removed it from his shoulder, placing it against the pillow above her head. Pulling back ever so slightly, he dragged her right hand in the same manner, placing it above her head. Holding both wrists with his left hand, his right hand ventured down her arm, drawing a line from her elbow to her ribcage. Jack smiled as he felt her tense when his fingers tickled the sensitive skin of her underarm.
He captured her lips again and felt her try to pull her hands down, causing him to tighten his grip. She moaned slightly, low in her throat, and tried to pull away. His response was to press himself against her even harder.
Her lips broke free momentarily.
"Jack." She practically gasped for breath. "Jack, what are you doing? Please, let go of my hands."
"Not just yet, Sam. Let's talk about the wedding." Jack leaned forward, nipping at her neck while his right hand cupped her breast.
Sam's body tensed slightly under his touch, but a slow, low, sensual moan started deep in her throat.
"And this is how you want to talk?" she asked, her eyebrow raised in a perfect imitation of someone else he knew.
Jack smiled.
"Your hands are too distracting," he merely said.
Sam opened her mouth to protest, but he again claimed her lips.
"Jack?" There was a small amount of laughter in her voice. "What's gotten into you?"
All he did was smile in response, easing her onto her back and arranging their positioning so that her head continued to rest comfortably on the pillows, her arms relaxed above her head.
"I think I like this new way of communicating with you," he said playfully.
Sam's eyebrow peaked once again. "Oh, really?"
"Yes." His grin was more expansive now.
Sam sighed, relaxing.
"Okay, let's talk about the wedding," she said. This morning was turning into something quite different from what she had expected.
He kissed her gently, although he still held her wrists. It was a different and arousing side of their relationship.
"So, your father is here…Do you still want to have the wedding at the cabin?" he asked, nipping gently on her ear lobe.
Her sharp intake of breath was the only response as he nipped at her ear more forcefully. Her eyes drifted shut as he trailed down her neck.
"Yes…" she moaned.
Jack smiled as he continued to hold her wrists, although he was making no pressure at all. She could release herself at any time. It was both exciting and arousing that she chose not to.
"What about the guests?" Jack inquired, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sam struggled to formulate a coherent response when questioned about their wedding plans. The mesmerizing sensation of Jack's lips and their intimate moments had distracted her. She made a conscious effort to focus.
Sam blinked a few times, attempting to reboot her thought process.
"Daniels, Teal'c, Cassie, General Hammond, of course..." She began, listing the obvious names. Jack gazed at her intently.
"What about Landry?" he asked.
Sam shook her head, a hint of uncertainty in her expression.
"No, I don't want him at our wedding. Unless you do," she added, studying Jack's reaction. He sighed, his response reflecting pragmatism.
"He's the SGC's CO. It's your call," he conceded.
Sam hesitated; her interactions with Landry had been limited, and their relationship was still relatively new.
"Fine with me. What about Walter and Siler?" Jack continued, prompting a smile from Sam.
"Oh, yes, I'd like that. And do you think Tom would mind if I invited him?" Sam asked, her words measured.
Jack raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
"Tom?" he inquired.
Sam blushed, a smile playing on her lips.
"Yes, I've developed a liking for him, and he's been a tremendous help, especially to me," she confessed.
Jack understood the unspoken sentiments.
"He certainly has been. I'll give him a call," he offered.
Sam beamed, and Jack almost lost himself in the allure of her smile.
"What about your brother and his family?" Jack inquired, his voice softening.
Sam's countenance darkened, and she cast her eyes downward, shaking her head.
"Are you sure?" Jack pressed.
She responded with a simple, resolute nod.
"Yes," she affirmed. Jack chose not to push further and leaned in for a kiss, the brief but tender connection serving as a reminder of their shared commitment.
"See, not that challenging," he remarked with a grin. Suddenly, he released her wrists and gracefully rolled out of bed, making his way to the bathroom, his naked form drawing Sam's gaze.
"Where are you off to?" she asked, puzzled by his departure.
"Shower, Colonel. I have to shave and shower. Some of us have work to do," he teased with a playful tone. Just in the nick of time, he entered the bathroom, narrowly dodging a pillow hurled at him by an angry Sam.
