Warning: Explicit sexual content ahead.

"I only take what's mine Carter."

A perverse thrill shot through her, his commanding voice twisting her stomach into a nervous knot as his lips rested against her ear.

"I am yours, sir." She breathed.

Keeping her clit trapped, his fingers slid forward and back slowly, each time parting through her folds and into the soft flesh below. Her moan was cut short as he bit down hard on her lobe. The hiss was short lived as he sucked it into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it to ease the sting before releasing it with a growl.

"Yes…you are."

She felt his hard cock press against her ass, his shaft parting her cheeks as he began thrusting against her. The dual sensation was turning her blood into liquid desire, and the constant pressure on her clit was pushing her to the edge way too quickly. His breathing in her ear was constant. Getting faster and timed perfectly with her little raspy moans.

"Oh…god…sir."

Hot pins and needles licked up her spine as she neared…

"Do you know how many times I thought about doing this to you in your lab Carter? Coming up behind you and slipping my hand past the waistband of your BDUs. Finding you already wet for me. Feeling your clit sliding between my fingers, hearing you moan, hearing you beg me to fuck you…"

His gravelly voice in her ear and his words were more than she could handle…knowing that they'd shared the same fantasy…and with the next words out of his mouth…

"…hearing you come."

She splintered apart with a rough cry. And as the first strong pulsed release passed, her shaking moan was strangled off with his growl as he slid the same fingers forward and buried them deep inside of her.

Her breath was held hostage as he plunged them into her hard and fast, her body suddenly suspended and stiff with unspeakable pleasure.

She could feel herself gushing continuously and the wet sounds of his fingers sliding through it filled the room. He swore with a grunt, and his hips jerked against her as she felt him release a little on her lower back.

"Come on Major…you're not done yet…I can feel it." He growled.

Her walls still hadn't stopped clenching around his fingers as they drove into her relentlessly, and when he pressed the heel of his hand hard into her swollen clit and sunk his teeth into the slope of her neck, a ragged gasp was ripped from her throat as she came again.

Her legs shook uncontrollably with the release, his fingers still working her skillfully as she groaned through the aftershocks.

When her eyes shuttered closed and her knees buckled, she felt him release the hold on her wrists, and then she was weightless…in his arms.

It wasn't until she forced herself to open her eyes and found herself looking at the ceiling, that she realized he had carried her over and onto the bed.

She could feel him underneath her, his chest hair against her back as he bent his knees up and used his thighs to spread hers apart. His arm wrapped tightly around her chest, under her breasts…holding her securely, leaving her open wide and at his disposal. She heard him asking her something and tried to focus…

"Still with me Carter?"

"Yes…s.."

"Good," he growled as he thrusted his hard, aching cock into her from below. His long deep thrusts had her eyes rolling back and her head lolling against his chest. Her gasped moans were forced out with the air from her lungs as he drilled into her faster and faster.

Then he leaned them forward; grabbing her legs by the backs of her knees and pulling them back towards him; opening her up wider.

The angle change was like a hot fire brand to her consciousness, as he found her bundle of nerves and drove into it. She jerked and arched her back against him, finding her voice. "Oh God…sir."

"That's it Major…you like it hard don't you?" He huffed as she reached down and dug her fingernails into his hips below her. She heard him grunt and hiss. "Yes…harder."

She dug her nails in with everything she had as her body seized, suspended for a split second before she shattered…spiraling out into the ether with a ragged moan, her walls clenching down hard around him and pulling him with her.

"Fuck." He growled. Then he was right behind her, his hard thrusts faltering as he shot release after release deep inside her…grunting through clenched teeth for what seemed like forever.

When the thrusting slowed and her body went limp, he let go of her legs and wrapped his arms around her protectively, tucking her into him as he rolled them onto their sides.

Explosions of white light danced behind her eyelids as the powerful spasms below had her whole body jerking against him. But she was barely aware as he held her tight; completely done in as she heard him mumble something into her hair.

"Mine." And that was the last thing she remembered as her breathing slowed and she drifted off.

It was early when he woke up on his side facing her. The morning sun was still hovering out of sight; the remnants of the bright moon acting as a nightlight through the thinly veiled curtain.

Watching her sleep, he noticed she had barely moved throughout the night. And smiled as he thought about how he had been able to clean and dry her without her even opening her eyes, let alone waking up. When he was done, a little groan was all she had managed when he scooted her up to the pillow and tucked her in.

As he watched her now, he noticed one of her soft waves had drifted over her right eye and his fingers itched to tuck it back behind her ear so he could have a better view of her face.

His heart swelled.

He was…elated. If he was forced to put a word to how he was feeling…that would be it.

She knew what she had been doing when she started their playful game, knowing it would encourage him to expose a part of himself he had recently been struggling to suppress. But she still did it, without fear. She opened herself up to him and in the end, when he finally let go….she accepted him…all of him.

It seemed too good to be true.

She shifted and moaned, as more hair fell into her face, exposing her neck to him. When his eyes fell on the small faint red marks from his teeth, a wave of guilt washed over him, and he felt instantly nauseous.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he rolled onto his back. And then he was up, stepping into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning over the sink; wondering if he still might get sick. It was all he could do to not run out of the room. What had he done?

She'd be better off without you.

His heart slammed in his chest as the voice of reason echoed through his mind.

Eyes watered, he looked up at his reflection. Knowing the idea of leaving wasn't a real threat. He was too much of a coward to do the right thing. He needed her too much. Couldn't breathe without her anymore. He balled up his fists and eyed up the mirror in front of him bitterly…

"Jack." The muffled voice carried into the room and he swallowed hard.

The knob turned and then she was next to him.

"Jack, look at me." The concern in her voice had the bile rising to the surface. How could she feel any concern for me after…?

He gripped the edge of the sink hard to ground himself.

"Please, please look at me." She kissed his shoulder, her hand trailing up his back and neck soothingly.

You don't deserve her.

He exhaled shakily and turned, looking down between them to avert her gaze. Suddenly realizing that she was still naked. He closed his eyes, but it was too late…the reaction it stirred in him was immediate and he did his best to ignore it.

Her hands were on his chest, fingertips circling through his sparse greying hair as she looked at him. Patiently waiting on him to tell her what was wrong.

He swore internally at his treacherous body as he felt himself hardening and looked up at her.

She searched his eyes and he motioned to the mirror with a minute nod of his head.

Turning her head, she looked at her reflection and her hand went to the marks on her neck.

She turned back to him, "Is this what you're worried about?"

He didn't respond and that gave her his answer.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached out, cradling his neck in her hands. "Jack, it's fine. It's nothing…it's barely noticeable. If I didn't have such fair skin, you wouldn't be able to see it at all."

Eyes watering, he tried to find the words. His voice was hoarse when he finally did. "I couldn't…if I ever hurt you…" He looked over her shoulder, his face hardening.

Just as she was about to go into a soliloquy about last night and how wonderful it was, she stopped herself. She knew he still wouldn't be convinced, and could tell by the look on his face that he had already made himself out to be some sort of abusive monster.

She looked down between them and exhaled. There had to be a way to…

That's when she noticed he was aroused.

She quirked an eyebrow as it occurred to her. One thing she knew about this man, was that he was a man of action.

Well…if he wouldn't believe her words...she could certainly do action.

Hands still on his neck, she looked up and turned his head, so he'd meet her gaze. Then she tilted his head down to her and grazed her lips over his gently. When he didn't respond, she intensified things, capturing his lips hard with a hum. This time he grunted, and she stepped into him, pressing her chest against his as her tongue slipped through, deepening the kiss. He closed his eyes and moaned.

When he felt her warm hand leave his neck and wrap around his shaft, he jumped, nearly coming out of his skin as he opened his eyes.

The surprise was quickly replaced by tingling pleasure as she started stroking him slowly, her hand barely grazing him as she swallowed another of his moans. She pulled her mouth away from his, her tone soft.

"Do I have your attention?" She felt him twitch in her hand.

His eyes shuttered closed and then opened as he groaned. Finally nodding when he realized she was waiting for an answer.

"Good." Her low sultry voice showing she was in control as her hand remained in constant motion. She bit her lip. Damn he was rock hard.

She put her other hand on his shoulder and turned him, pressing his back against the wall with her body. Her hand slid up his shoulder and across his collarbone, to the back of his neck, leaning his head down as her mouth went to his neck.

She talked to him as she trailed kisses down the pulse of his neck slowly, hearing his breath hitch and feeling his heartbeat quicken as the stroking continued.

"Last night was amazing. The way you pushed me against the wall. Took control."

She added a twist of her wrist to the stroke for emphasis and he cursed under his breath.

She hummed at his response, suckling his skin at the slope of his neck. "And whispering in my ear the whole time. Mmm, that was hot."

He groaned, his eyelids drooping as she pulled him into the memory with her. Rocking his hips forward and thrusting in time with her hand.

"And when I came, and you put your fingers inside me…I could barely breathe." Her voice quivered as she reminisced…feeling her body reacting. "God, I was so wet."

He grunted. "You're always so fucking wet." he breathed as he thrusted faster.

She trailed her tongue back up his neck and sucked his lobe into her mouth before releasing it…her breath hot and heavy in his ear as her strokes quickened with his thrusts.

"And then you carried me to the bed and fucked me senseless. I've never come so hard in my life."

His loud groan echoed off the walls, his words barely coherent. "God…me too…"

She bent down and took him into her mouth and his hips jerked as he gasped. "Shit."

Her lips and tongue stroked him, and he watched as her hand slipped down to her heat. Her fingers circling her clit fast and then sinking inside of her as she moaned.

Vibrations from her mouth coursed through his cock, and he felt his groin pulling tight as waves of tingling heat rolled through him. "Sam.." His strangled gasp was the only warning he could get out as his body tightened.

Sam moaned again, urging him on as her wet fingers moved back to her clit and circled hard and fast around her swollen nub.

Then he exploded, her name on his lips as he braced his hands on her shoulders for support and came hard inside her mouth.

His body shuddered and his hands moved to her head, his fingers digging into her soft waves as she pulled more out of him; his hips jerking as he grunted through one release after the next.

She greedily took everything he had to offer, and as his legs quivered with the aftershocks, he heard her come.

Her mouth froze over his shaft as she moaned hard, breathing heavily through her nose as her fingers worked her through it. Then she was moving her mouth over him again, adding to the sensation of each wave, as her legs shook underneath her.

He groaned at the sight, his hips jerking as a delayed shot drained him completely.

"Holy shit." He closed his eyes and the back his head thudded against the wall as she hummed, taking her time sucking him dry and licking him clean.

She stood up in front of him, and he opened his eyes listlessly.

"You are unbelievable."

Her hands were back on his chest, "So, do you believe me now?"

He nodded, managing a sluggish smile, "Hell of a lesson." Reaching for her wrist, he pulled her hand to his mouth. "And watching you at the same time…damn, that did me in."

She watched as his tongue rolled out and licked her fingers slowly. He hummed, "So when do I get to go down on you again?"

Her face flushed as her head dipped.

He smirked, his voice low and husky. "I told you…everyday if you let me." He put her fingers into his mouth and sucked on them with a low moan.

Sam pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth as she leaned into him, nuzzling against his neck.

He pulled them out of his mouth and placed her hand back on his chest before pulling her tighter into his arms. He dipped his mouth next to her ear. "God, I love you." He breathed.

She sighed, content and happy as she kissed his neck. "I love you too…all of you."

As soon as Sam was through with her shower, she pulled on her t-shirt and went back to work on the computer.

When Jack was done with his, he talked to her from the bathroom sink as he unwrapped the cheap razor from its plastic. "So, what's the plan?"

"Well, I got tickets reserved at the station so we can pay in cash when we get there. The train takes off at noon." She glanced down at the computer time, "If we leave within the hour, that still gives us almost four hours to get something to eat, go shopping and maybe come back here to pack everything since we have a late checkout."

"Sounds good." She heard something drop. "Ah shit!"

Smirking, she looked towards the bathroom, "Everything okay in there?"

"Damn cheap razors. Make sure that goes on the list too or I'll be the next one needing a transfusion."

She giggled.

When Jack finally came out of the bathroom, she looked over at him and her eyes glinted as she smiled.

He stopped in his tracks at her look, eyebrows raised curiously. "What?"

She took in the sight of him. His mussed damp hair. Chest hair glistening as little left-over droplets rippled down the indentations of his tight abs. Her eyes drifted lower and she stifled a little groan. The thin cheap towel barely made it around his waist, the separation on the side created a big slit, allowing the taut muscle of his thigh to peek through.

He folded his arms across his chest, and she looked back up, noticing his lopsided grin. "You keep looking at me like that and we're not going anywhere."

Movement shifted her eyes south again and she saw the outline of his thick head as it twitched low against the cloth. This time she couldn't stop the groan as she shifted her thighs together to quell the ache. Damn this man drove her crazy.

She closed her eyes for just a second to pull herself together, and when she opened them, he was right in front of her.

His eyes narrowed as he pulled her up and into his arms with a growl. "C'mere."