It'd only been about twenty minutes since she'd nodded off, but Jack was beyond sleep. His circadian rhythm thrown way off after their last nap.
It was hard to believe they were still trapped in the same day. But after getting to the cottage in the afternoon and their time in the tub, they'd only been asleep for a handful of hours before Sam's distressful noises had rattled him awake.
Now, however, the sun was setting late and shadows were slowly snuffing out the light around them. And although his watch was out of reach on the nightstand, he guessed it was around eight-thirty. If there was any doubt, it was quickly confirmed when his stomach growled, a telltale sign that they were nearing the cusp of normal dinner hours.
Still, he was in no hurry to wake her.
Deciding instead to give her a few more minutes of rest, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms and their much-earned peaceful moment.
When Jack closed his eyes, he sighed.
He could still taste her.
Could still feel the way her heat surrounded his tongue as he licked his way inside of her, her velvety walls pulsing hard around it with each deep thrust.
It was criminal how good she felt. How good she tasted. And the sounds she'd made…Christ. His cock twitched as her raw cry from earlier echoed in his memory. It'd felt way too good being so deep. Feeling her gush over the length of him, squeezing him so tight, it felt like she'd never let him go.
He stifled a groan, opening his eyes to seek her out in the reflection above.
And when she came into focus, warmth fluttered softly in his ribcage.
She really was gorgeous. Sprawled on her side against him, her leg wound around his. Feeling soft and pliant in his arms, her warm puffs of air weaving through the curled hairs on his chest with each peaceful exhale.
A far cry from the nightmare she'd been in the midst of earlier when he awoke to her shaking. Each whimper of fear that seeped out of her lips wreaking havoc on his stomach, the intrinsic need to protect her propelling him into action.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen her have a bad dream. Hell, they'd happened more times than he cared to remember in the field.
But it was the first time he'd been able to wake and soothe her with comfort. Real comfort. With tender kisses instead of a shake. With his tongue sliding deep through her folds and swirling her clit, instead of a gentle rub on the shoulder.
As if she could hear his thoughts, she let out a contented moan, shifting and rubbing her cheek against his skin as his eyes skimmed over the length of her. Only partially covered by the clean corner of the sheet he'd tugged over her earlier, the smooth curve of her hip peeking out at him from the edge. His eyes lingered on the spot, wishing he could sink his teeth into it.
Damn, she looked good; every inch of her positively edible. Another twitch and Jack could see the sheet beginning to tent over his groin in the mirror. He rolled his eyes at his lack of self-control. Come on Jack, get ahold of yourself.
Knowing anything else like that with her was going to have to wait.
She was right, a shower was a necessity. No way one of his sponge baths would cut it this time. Plus, he needed to get some food into her. Into both of them.
He started making a checklist of the things that needed to get done in his head and then shuffled them around until they fell into an order that made sense. Shower, food, change sheets, throw a load in the laundry. Then maybe…
It took a bit of gentle coaxing to get Sam up and moving. But once they were inside the glass enclosure and under the patter of hot water, his soapy hands got to work easing the resistant groans out of her.
He couldn't resist the smile as she curled into him, making little purring sounds as his hands swept gently over her shoulders and down her back. Doing wonders to pacify that deep-seated need to take care of her.
He loved her like this. All soft and dewy-eyed.
It felt indulgent having her in his arms like this. Gluttonous. And he closed his eyes, soaking in every one of those tiny noises slipping past her lips.
He did his level best trying not to let it affect him too much, determined to get his checklist completed before getting lost in her again. But when her yawn slipped seamlessly into a lusty moan, his resolve slipped with it. Another one of those and he'd be in some serious trouble.
Seeing that he still had to wash her front, he already didn't like his odds. But he continued on, his hands making their way back over her shoulders as Sam wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, and shuffled back, putting a couple of inches between them to give him room to maneuver.
It was a certain kind of torture sliding his soapy hands over her breasts. Trying not to think about how good they felt as he palmed and squeezed. How silky and pert, and perfectly round they were. About how much he wanted to rinse them off and lean down for a taste.
Her heavy sigh brought him back from the La-La Land. And only then did he realize he was grazing the pads of his thumbs over her dusky nipples, circling them and watching them rise to the occasion. Damn, damn, damn.
With a huff, he forced himself to move on, making his way down the rest of her body. And when he reached her center, it took every remaining ounce of control not to slip his fingers past her lips to see if she was wet for him.
But he didn't. He was good. And by the time she was rinsing off, he was only half hard. Lengthened but still aimed mostly at the ground. A monumental accomplishment and worthy of a medal in his eyes.
It wasn't until it was her turn to wash him that he realized his miscalculation. Automatically assuming that bathing her would be the bigger challenge. My, was he wrong.
Forgetting how much he craved her touch until he felt it. Those strong, graceful fingers of hers massaging and loosening the multitude of tiny knots in his neck, back, and shoulders like a professional.
It was when she turned him back to face her and plunged her shampoo-laden hands into his hair that he knew he was in trouble. Her nails scraping, fingers tugging pleasantly along his scalp, pulling a deep moan out of him as he braced a hand against the glass for support.
She hummed seductively and he could feel it. The twinge of defeat as his cock hardened and thickened, rising eagerly in seconds.
For a moment, he thought maybe she'd ignore it.
But when her soapy hands wrapped around the base of him, it quickly torpedoed that notion as he sucked a sharp breath in between his teeth. Guess not.
He groaned hard and heavy as she stroked the length of him with both hands. Long, slow, overhanded strokes that had him gripping onto the walls for dear life. And after a minute or two, made him hiss a warning at the end of his ragged exhale. "Sam…" Feeling his balls tighten, the heat coiling deep within. Shit. He wasn't going to last long if she kept that up.
His eyes opened to blissful slits when her soft voice reached out to him through the shimmer of water.
"Can I watch you?"
It took him a moment to realize what she was asking. But when she slid her hands off of him, it clicked, and he picked up where she left off. Stroking himself languidly and doing his level best to not tip himself over the edge.
This was new territory for him. But damn it was a turn-on. A level of intimacy he hadn't been prepared for as she drizzled soap over the tip of him to keep him sufficiently lubricated.
It was intoxicating. Watching her watch him. And he could tell by the pinking of her cheeks and the way she trapped her lip between her teeth, that this was something more than just a request on a whim. She'd thought about this before. Maybe even fantasized about it.
And that fact alone was enough to push him to the brink.
So when she reached for the tight skin below and gave his balls a gentle squeeze, he was forced to stop mid-stroke to keep from coming. Grunting as his shaft jumped in his grip, his head weeping from the close call.
She was massaging him now. Her eyes narrowing; the brilliant blue of her irises edged out by her pupils as he collected the clear beads with his thumb on the next stroke. A breathy exhale slipping through her lips. "God, you look so good Jack."
His hips jerked from the praise. The short thrust into his fist ending on a hiss.
When he leaked more, her eyebrows knitted together and she moaned wantonly as her other hand slid up her stomach and squeezed her breast.
Jesus.
The next second his other hand was on her, his fingers slipping down between her folds to find her slick and beyond ready. His groan sounded painful as he gritted his teeth and stopped. "You're killin' me, sweetheart."
There was no mistaking how much she wanted him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips with hers.
And whatever was left of his control crumbled to dust as he sunk his two fingers inside of her. Swallowing her gasp with a feral growl as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue curling around hers.
"Need you," she rasped breathlessly against his lips, "inside me."
She nipped his bottom lip as they pulled apart and then she was turning around. Bending over slightly and spreading her legs as the underside of her forearms and hands found the glass wall in front of her.
Jack didn't waste any time accepting the invitation. Taking the step forward out of the spray to close the distance, he palmed and squeezed her firm cheek, lifting it to push his head inside of her with a broken moan.
God, she was tight. Tighter than usual, which meant she was still swollen from earlier. That thought alone was enough to force himself to slow down and reign in the hot and heavy urge to drive into her.
A few shaky breaths and he could feel her body shiver as he worked his length inside with short dragging thrusts, their combined groans filling his eardrums.
After a final push of his hips, he was sheathed to the hilt. And she contracted around him with a sharp gasp as he stilled.
"Oh fuck, Jack."
Oh fuck indeed. She'd taken the words right out of his mouth.
Her head hung low between her arms. Back bowing as she lifted her hips and pushed back to take him deeper. And when she clenched again, he felt the pull in his groin. The strumming pleasure coursing through him as he twitched inside of her. She felt too goddamn good.
"God Sam," he gritted out as he leaned over her. One hand entwining with hers on the glass while the other reached down and around her hip to hone in on her clit. Pinching and circling it with his fingertips with the pressure he knew she liked as he began rocking into her. His lips brushing her ear as she keened from the sensation.
"Come with me," he rumbled, concentrating on keeping himself deep. Thrusting only the last few of his inches as he focused on her pleasure. Landing kisses along her neck and at the spot behind her ear. Over the hickey he'd placed between her shoulder blades earlier. "You're so close."
He could feel it. Each hard pulse of her walls hurtling him towards the finish line. Her gasps and eager whimpers ruining him.
His deep heavy groan marked the edge of his release. And he couldn't wait any longer. "Please, Sam. Come with me, baby."
His fingers lost their coordination and when he swept them side to side fast over her swollen clit, she crested; her head tilting back as she cried out.
The first hot spasm around his length sent him spiraling, his orgasm slamming into him like an avalanche. Hips jerking, he let out a long shuddering moan as he emptied inside of her. His palm gripping higher on the glass for support as he straightened, grunting as he worked them through their peaks with long dragging thrusts.
When he felt her legs wobble, he wrapped an arm around her ribcage and tugged her up against the wall, slipping out of her as he caged her in.
She groaned at the loss of him and turned her head, flashing a smile over her shoulder before tilting her head to fish for a kiss.
Legs still shaking, chest heaving, he answered sloppily. His lips missing their mark and landing on the corner of her mouth as he fought to catch his breath. Not that she seemed to mind, looking pleasantly sated instead of completely done in like he was.
Damn. It was times like these he wished he was younger. Fitter. Back down to the six percent body fat he'd been at during his hay day. When he could last longer and manage more challenging positions. Freestanding for one. She would like that.
He could picture it. Forearms under her thighs, hands gripping her ass as he lifted and lowered her onto him. Filling her over and over again until she came apart and soaked him with her release.
Hmm. Maybe he could work in a contingency on his retirement that allowed him access to the gym at the SGC. Maybe sneak in a visit to her lab…
"Still with me Colonel?"
His heartbeat finally hitting an even rhythm, he chuckled and nuzzled her ear. "Barely. You know you should wait for me to write you into my will before finishing me off."
Turning into his arms, she smirked, rolling her eyes as he dipped in for a kiss to make up for the last. She hummed against his lips. "You're not the one that was having trouble standing at the end there."
A bit of masculine pride bloomed in his chest. At least he wasn't entirely useless.
"You know you've ruined me, right?" When she looked at him confusedly, he grinned. "I'm never going to be able to masturbate again without thinking about this."
Her face flushed as she laughed, and he could sense a whisper of embarrassment hiding under the surface.
"Hey," he cupped her neck, pulling her in to nibble at her lips, "that was unbelievably hot. You know that right?"
The flush darkened a tad from the flattery, but luckily any hint of awkwardness had vanished, easing the tightness in his chest at the thought of her holding back. "We should get out of here before we freeze. Then I can get some food into ya, yeah?"
She grumbled as she answered his nibbles with some of her own, her hands sliding up his pecs and cupping the base of his neck. "Or we could just lay back down. Didn't we just eat?"
He chuckled, meeting her eyes. "No sweetheart, that was hours ago. How about I throw something together real quick. It'll take a half-hour tops, and then I'll tuck you in myself."
She smirked lazily, a brow arching.
"You know if you keep spoiling me like this, you'll never get rid of me."
His grin widened. "Promise?"
After drying off, Jack slipped on his boxers while Sam donned the last clean item from their bag, a large spare black t-shirt Teal'c had loaned her from his pack. Jack found himself staring as she went through the motions. Her shirt rising up, giving him a peek of her glorious backside as she tossed a load of laundry in the stackable. Those amazing legs going on forever.
A grunt escaped as he mentally berated himself for blatantly leering. But it couldn't be helped. The damn shirt only came up mid-thigh on her, and he was only human for crying out loud.
Either way, he knew for a fact, if he hadn't been worried about burning the sauce, he would've had his head between her thighs to partake in a different kind of feast.
Instead, true to his word, within a half-hour they were leaning over the kitchen island and twirling some fresh spaghetti around their forks.
One thing was clear, he definitely needed to brush up on his culinary skills. Granted it was only a matter of throwing some noodles in boiling water and browning some ground beef to go with the jarred sauce. But it was obvious by the lack of seasoning, that he'd relied on pizza and take out for far too long.
Not that she seemed to mind, the way she suddenly found her appetite. Humming genuine approval as she gobbled down bite after bite.
Although the woman had been satisfied chowing down MREs for years, so maybe the bar wasn't set too high.
Stomach full of spaghetti, she yawned. Looking child-like as she stretched out an arm to grab his plate, insisting on doing the dishes.
"Ah, ah." He pulled his away and grabbed hers instead. Receiving a pout for his efforts before putting them in the sink and turning back to her. "These can wait. Come on, sleepyhead."
His hands found her shoulders and spun her around, her little grumbles making him smile as he escorted her back to the bathroom to brush their teeth and get ready for bed.
Once in bed, he pulled her close. And she was asleep in a matter of minutes. Her cheek pressed against his chest as her breathing deepened with each passing second.
Tomorrow would be a new day. And time for them to sit down and discuss what would happen next.
He only hoped that when they did, she would understand his decision to retire. That she would realize any other option would involve a distance from her that he wouldn't be able to tolerate for long. His heart clenched at the thought.
It would unravel him, slowly but surely…not being able to touch her for weeks at a time.
Sighing, he watched as she slept. Wishing he could ease into her dreams and provide some sort of protection between her and any more nightmares.
It was maybe another hour before he finally drifted off to sleep. But when he awoke in the wee hours the next morning, he felt the loss of her immediately.
He didn't have to open his eyes to know that she was gone.