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 Title: Making Conversation Author: Su Freund Email: su_freund@ficwithfins.com Website: http://www.ficwithfins.com/ Category: Romance / Sex Content Level: Adult Only Content Warnings: Explicit sex and some vulgar language Pairings: Jack & Sam Season: 8/9 Spoilers: Threads and S8 in general, plus references to S9 spoiler rumours Summary: Alone at the cabin, Jack and Sam spend some quality time together Sequel/Series Info: Sequel to Conversation Interrupted Status: Complete Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Copyright (c) 2005 Su Freund Archive: My site, Jackfic yes, SJD yes, Gateworld, FanFiction Net Art Credit: The wonderful book cover illustrating this fic was made by Fulinn28 from a photo manipulation by Jodie Marie. Fulinn28 can be contacted at Fulinn28@ficwithfins.com and Jodie Marie can be contacted at ag4bk@juno.com Thanks to both of them for their great work. Author's Note: Eternal thanks are due to my wonderful beta reader, Bonnie, for correcting me when I erred and her everlasting patience. Making Conversation When they entered the bedroom, he stopped and placed his hands on her cheeks, stooping for a kiss. His hands shook as he nuzzled her neck, biting her shoulder and nibbling her earlobe, his breath like a whisper in her ear. Sam shivered with anticipation, and fear, and she could sense his trepidation because she felt it too. She was so nervous that it was tempting to push him away and run, despite her feelings of love and desire. The urge was difficult to stop but it even harder to pull herself away from him. The feel of him so close, touching her in a way that had always been forbidden to them, made her slightly giddy. They both felt vulnerable, fearful of expectations and disappointments, or that they might not be able to face each other afterwards. Tentatively, her hand wandered under his shirt, stroking his back. "Sam, you're shaking." "So are you." "I didn't think... I'd be this nervous." He confessed, biting his lip as if he needed to use some kind of gesture to confirm it. This response surprised Sam. As before, he was exposing his vulnerability in a way she had never anticipated. She expected macho, witty maleness, and she got that too, but also so much more. It gave her a thrill to have him open up to her, even a little, and a confession of weakness was a lot for Jack O'Neill. He was a deep, unfathomable man and she knew there was a lot more to him than he allowed most people to see. She would catch the occasional glimpse before he hid behind his public faade, and it was part of what made her love him: knowing it was there, wanting to find it and wishing he would expose it to her. She longed to dig deep and get to know and love every part of him, everything that was right, and everything that was wrong. He was allowing himself to start letting go with her, and she craved that. For his part, Jack hoped that this was the start of a new life, and a second chance at love, a little happiness and maybe a family, if he was very lucky. There was something about this fresh start that encouraged a need to be as open and honest as he dared, and he was beginning to dare. Sam deserved more than the bitter old man he could become, and with her in his life maybe he could choose a different path to the one he'd foreseen for himself. "It's okay, Jack, because I'm nervous too." More than nervous; scared stiff - but also thrilled. It was an odd and unsettling sensation that she couldn't recall having before. "I don't want to let you down." He whispered more to himself perhaps than to her. "I can't believe that will happen." Sam declared with way more confidence in him than she had in herself. "No pressure then, huh?" His lips turned up in a wisp of a smile. "Jack, I don't want to let you down either." "That seems unlikely. I guess we're both jittery. Come, sit." He led her to the bed, urging her to sit down, and then sat next to her, arm around her shoulder, hand softly caressing her arm. "We'll take this real slow, okay?" he asked and she nodded assent. He started with a gentle and loving kiss, tentative at first but deepening as she responded, and his fingertips softly explored her cheeks, neck and arms. Kissing her face with light pecks around her lips, and jawbone, he worked down to her pale, slender neck. He'd always admired that neck from afar, wanting to nestle into it, and he did so now, moving to her shoulders and then back again, all the while enfolding her safely in his arms, or caressing her hair and back. Meanwhile, her hand rested on the base of his spine, fingers gently moving until, eventually, she ventured to roam under his shirt again, feeling a little more relaxed. Her other hand fondled his hair and scalp, with an occasional foray to his neck. If they had but known it, they had a mutual admiration for each other's necks. Kissing her mouth again, his tongue gradually delving inside, he fingered the bare skin under her top and she shuddered. When he stopped the kiss Sam pulled back from him and dared to do what he was building slowly towards, boldly removing her t-shirt. She watched his expression, which showed pleasure mixed with surprise. Jack leaned forward to kiss her cleavage and chest, his tongue experimentally licking her salty perspiration, and she sighed, nails digging into the skin of his back, making him grunt in response. He pushed her back onto the bed, continuing to kiss the bare skin of her abdomen while his hand risked cupping a breast and massaging it over her bra. He lightly bit her breast above the bra line and, gaining more courage when she sighed encouragingly, gazed into her eyes while gently pulling her to sit so that he could remove that obstacle, doing so with the skill of the well-practised, despite the slight tremor of his hands. Her breasts were firm, a perfect size for her frame, and he sat admiring them for a while, softly brushing them with his fingers, causing her to shiver with delight. "Beautiful," he uttered, realising his hand was still shaking and wishing he could calm his nerves. A long held dream was becoming reality after many years of yearning and he should have been prepared for the anxiety that this moment would bring, but wasn't. He wondered whether he would ever stop feeling this way and whether he wanted to. There was something wonderful and erotic about those feelings, as well as fearful. In the past he had been a confident lover. With Sam it was different and the difference was a mixture of sexual tension and a depth of feeling he was only just beginning to allow himself to feel, touch and taste. It was both scary and glorious. They had spent years building walls between them. Now, the walls were coming down. He just had to take it slowly, brick by brick, and everything would be alright - he fervently hoped. Sam could feel his trepidation and placed her hand over his, stroking it gently with her fingertips, trying to still his nerves while continuing to tremble with her own. She lifted it to her mouth, kissing his palm, and then his fingers, and rubbed a thumb over his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers. Noticing him swallow hard, as if only now realising the enormity of what they were doing, she smiled by way of encouragement. Jack returned the smile with a sexy crooked one so typical of him, his eyes glistening with emotion that she knew he might never express in words. "We'll be alright, Jack, won't we?" she asked and he nodded. "We'll be great, Sam." He replied, with more conviction than he felt inside. That he wanted it to be did not make it so. Taking courage from that response, her lips sought his neck, moving up to his mouth, and she kissed him, her fingers fumbling at the buttons of his shirt. He let her remove it without comment, merely touching her face with tenderness. Her hands ran lightly over his chest and she pulled him down next to her on the bed, starting to brush softly along his spine, making his back tingle and arch. As he arched she could feel his erection through his jeans but tried to ignore it. The feel of it fuelled her hunger but she also feared it. This was Jack O'Neill. Oh god, this was real! She wanted him so badly but the reality, her fantasy made real, seemed almost surreal. He was such a sexy, sensual man and he wanted her. Wanted her? Why would he want her? She was so ordinary by comparison. She was just plain Sam Carter; scientist and all round geek. Dull, boring - ordinary. Would she live up to his fantasies about her? Would a man of his way more vast experience find her gauche ? It was clear that he felt nervous too and she wondered if he had similar fears, suspecting that he did. Maybe not exactly the same ones, but definitely something. This thought allowed her to regain some of her earlier courage and she kissed his chest, as he had hers, shyly licking at a nipple. When he gasped with enjoyment, she became bolder and enclosed her mouth around it, sucking and licking with more vigor. He groaned, grasping her hair and pulling her away so that he could take a turn. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this for." He said as he bent his head to her breasts again. "You and me both, Jack." His tongue tenderly circled her nipple and it stood to attention immediately. Following her lead, he took it in his mouth, sucking and tonguing it while she whimpered softly. Then he did the same to the other one before his mouth moved onto her soft belly. Suddenly she flipped him and her strength came as a surprise, when it probably shouldn't have. She wanted to scrutinise every inch of him and sat astride his hips, starting to comb through his chest hair, exploratory fingers twirling his nipples, and moving slowly down to his bellybutton. Once again, his erection pressed against her and she rocked her thighs slightly to encourage it. "Sam, oh, my beautiful Sam." He whispered, hoarsely. Her tongue delved into his bellybutton, and then slowly down to the top of his jeans, licking at every hair. He was occupying himself with her back, finger lightly tracing over her as he enjoyed her artistry. Then she shifted, thighs around his, and nervously dared to feel his most prized possession with her hand. It shook a little until she gained confidence from his obvious pleasure. Jack made an unrecognisable noise, signifying delight, and she continued, undoing his fly and probing inside, eliciting another, much louder, unrecognisable noise. He opened his eyes to meet hers, which were watching him with clear enjoyment at his reaction, and smiled encouragement. "That feels good, Sam, real good." He breathed, voice trembling. His excitement mounted as he let her continue for a while, sighing softly with pleasure, but he was determined to be in control this first time they made love and decisively wrested it back. Sam might be strong, but he was stronger and he turned her over with ease. It helped that she was compliant, eager for him to take control and seduce her. Jack swiftly removed her sneakers and socks, tossing them to the other side of the room and bending to take off his own. Sam took advantage of the short lull to grab him from behind, kissing his shoulders and back. "Hey, give me a break, for crying out loud." He muttered with an unseen grin. "Why?" She bit his neck, and then earlobe, breathing softly into his ear. "Mmmm... I like that. More." He said, finally removing his own sneakers and socks, despite her distractions. So she did it some more, until he turned and caught her, giving her a huge, and sloppy, kiss and pushing her back onto the bed. Then he deftly pulled off her jeans, leaving her in nothing but panties, quickly removing his own jeans before she could act. "You really are beautiful," he said as he surveyed her with a practised eye. "So you say," she smiled. "You're not so bad yourself, you know." "Well if you think so, that's what counts." He was smiling but she could see the hint of a blush. "You're a very sexy man." His blush deepened. "You don't take compliments very well do you, Jack?" "Not really." To deflect from himself, he started stroking her inner thigh, making her squirm with pleasure, and then turned her face down on the bed and massaged her neck and shoulders, kissing his way down her body, lifting the elastic of her panties, kissing underneath, and returning once more to her inner thigh. "Oh God!" She exclaimed in a small voice and he turned her face up again and continued to kiss her thighs, tentatively stroking the pubic hair beneath the elastic of her panties. Her hand appeared on top of his to encourage it to probe further and he saw her face was heavy with the desire that had developed over the years along with his own. Removing her panties, he declined to stroke her there yet, wishing to take his time and ensure that both of them were truly ready, their mutual fears gone. Jack wanted them to relax and enjoy it but there were many years of shared history and reticence, as well as their ranks, to overcome. A lot was at stake and he was determined not to rush this pivotal point in their relationship. They needed time to adjust to this new situation, and the emotions that had remained bottled up for too long. So instead, his fingers smoothed over her skin up towards her breasts, followed by his lips. "Now we've seen each other naked, we can do anything, right?" he said. "I haven't seen you naked yet." She stated, eyeing the very obvious bulge under his boxers. Sitting, she rubbed her thumbs under the elastic, slowly pulling them down, skimming her fingers lightly over his butt and round to the front again. After revealing his manhood in all its glory, she fondled it gently. Jack growled, an animalistic noise that she found extremely erotic, and she pushed him to the bed, removing the shorts and exposing their nakedness at last. It had taken quite a while to get to this point: gloriously slow and sensual, and worth every minute. She grasped his manhood, moving her hand rhythmically, and he thrust inside it, head thrown back in ecstatic thrall. As his moans gained momentum, he clawed her back and she thought he would come, but he suddenly caught her wrist. "Stop!" he cried, pulling himself back from the brink with the steely determination she'd often seen on missions, despite that desire and lust were heavy in his expression. His face was red and sweaty, eyes dark, ferocious and afire with passion. Kissing her with fervour, Jack fought his near overwhelming urge to drive into her, hard, fast and furious, and took her in his arms, rubbing his thumb softly over her back. Realising Jack needed a brief time-out to regain composure and self-control, Sam gently smoothed her finger along his jaw, kissing the end of his nose with obvious affection. "Now we've seen each other naked. Now we can do anything," she whispered. Jack squeezed her gently, his breathlessness and rapid heart rate starting to subside. His dick ached from wanting her, but he kept telling it that it would get its turn soon enough. 'Not yet!' he told it. Sure, he wanted sex, but he didn't want this first experience of it between them to be merely about sex. He also wanted it to be about affection, friendship and love. His need for those things was far greater than the needs of his dick's desperate frustration and yearning. His cock was pressing against her thigh and Sam could feel his erection dying a little, its rock hardness slowly turning flaccid. "Jack?" she questioned, "are you okay?" "I just don't want this over too soon, Sam." He replied, kissing her forehead, and then spraying more kisses over her face. 'I wanna show you how I really feel,' he thought, but didn't say aloud. He could see her frustration, but also a tinge of admiration for his self-control. "This isn't just about sex," he added. She kissed him, pulling him close and enfolding her arms around him. "Okay." She said. "You still nervous?" he asked. "A little, but mainly I'm just very aroused and enjoying it. "Me too." His caresses turned more sexual in nature and she responded by gyrating against his penis, titillating him, and her fingers traced the outline of the muscles on his arm. He grunted, but turned his attention to a nipple, sucking as his hand snaked down to her pubes and petted them before he probed further. When he instructed her to lie on her back and open her legs, she obeyed, eager to feel his fingers stroking her there. They explored her outer lips and she sighed, which turned to a squeak when they rubbed over her clit, and a yelp as they investigated her inner lips, slowly becoming intimate with every fold of skin. She cried out when he plunged them inside of her. "Oh Jack, oh my God, stop! If you don't stop I'm gonna come!" "So come." "But you..." "There's time enough for that, Sam." His fingers had gradually increased their pressure and speed, but he decided to finish it with his mouth. A shockwave hit as his tongue stroked and then sucked, her clit, moving around as if to discover for itself the secrets that lay in every crevice, and she screeched, bucking against him as the orgasm ripped through her. The contractions around his mouth made Jack shiver with additional desire and he kissed her thighs and fondled her buttocks. She continued to shudder, gripping his hair tightly in her ecstasy, and then running her hand through it lovingly when that part was over. Expelling a huge sigh, she held out her arms, encouraging him to move back up the bed and snuggle happily into her embrace. It made him feel so safe and secure to be held in her arms, which surprised him as he hadn't even considered that this was part of his need. "God, that was so good Jack!" She exclaimed. "You taste so sweet." He was drawing circles around her breasts with a finger and she turned to kiss him. "Your turn." "And yours again, I hope." "That would be nice." She grinned. "I always say you should have a goal in life." "And yours is to give me another orgasm?" "For right now, yes. Of course, I'm gonna have a little fun along the way." Their inhibitions had slowly faded away as they built towards this moment. Sam felt she hadn't explored Jack anywhere near enough, but there was only so much you could do at any one time. She would get her chances and now might be one of them. For the second time, she grasped his cock, moving along its length with unhurried, deliberate strokes and Jack closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth. "I'm not sure how much of that I can take." He whispered. "You still want to hold out?" "Sure I do." "You want to thrust it inside me, hard and fast?" she teased as she moved her hand faster. "God, Sam!" He croaked. "I want you to penetrate me Jack, thrust into me, fuck me. Fuck me good!" He was pleasantly shocked by her dirty talk and drew his knee up to her crotch, grinding against her and effectively cutting of her access to his own. She ground back, willing herself to continue, despite her post-orgasm torpor. Kissing him with a passion, she rapidly found herself enjoying it, especially when he removed his knee, replacing it with his fingers again, simultaneously sucking at her neck, followed by nibbling on her earlobe. Moving on top of her, he ran his hardness along her lips, stimulating her clit, and sucked her breasts once more, licking around her nipples, lapping at her cleavage, chest, and ribcage. It was effective surprisingly quickly. When he stopped to reach over to his nightstand, removing a pack of condoms from the drawer, she snatched them from him, removing one from its wrapper and unrolling over his cock while continuing her sensual tease. He arched and groaned as she did so and, once it was on, returned to his former position on top of her, rubbing against her lips once more. She pushed against his hardness, rising to met his downward thrust and although the foreplay for her had been short, when he eventually entered her she cried out. For him the foreplay had been long and he didn't want to lose it too quickly in his near desperation. He stopped to allow them to adjust to each other, and then pushed slowly into her, each thrust rubbing her most sensitive parts tauntingly, but also bringing him closer to his own completion. Picking up the pace as she sighed beneath him, clearly well on her way towards another orgasm, he strained to contain himself until she reached it. She scratched at his back as she met him lunge for lunge, writhing with pleasure. "Harder!" She gasped, "faster!" She was breathing in that short, sharp way that people do as they near climax, but Jack did not go harder or faster, slowing instead, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. Sam forced him to thrust deeper, trying to control the pace by contracting her strong legs around him and driving up to meet him. He almost tipped over, but pulled himself back from the brink with a mind trick he'd learned, originally intended as a torture resistance technique. It could be quite effective. "Jack!" She cried. He felt her muscles contract as she came again, and finally let himself go. The orgasm tore him asunder and what had been a smouldering simmering entity became a seething molten core that erupted within, his body singing and tingling with ecstasy, and he screeched his triumph, calling her name. His breath was hard, heavy and ragged and, as the eruption finally stopped its flow, he was flooded with relief and contentment; a sense of peace and total satisfaction. Withdrawing, Jack moved from on top of her, discreetly removing the condom from his rapidly deflating cock and tossing it in the trash can by his bed, hoping Sam either wouldn't notice, or it wouldn't spoil the moment. 'That's one of the problems with condoms,' he pondered. 'Messy.' Sam smiled. 'Damn, she's noticed!' he thought, 'doesn't seem to bother her though. Don't want to lose this moment.' He lay by her side, pulling her into a hug, his breath in her ear gradually returning to normal, and her finger traced over his skin with affection. "Thank you Sam, that was-was amazing." he declared in a whisper. "For me too." She agreed, snuggling in as close as she could. "Was it? I wanted it to be." "It was the best, Jack." "You don't have to bullshit me," he genuinely needed that affirmation, but not a white lie. "No bullshit." She looked up into his eyes and he believed her. A wave of pleasure and self-satisfaction ran through him. He wanted to be the best for her, everything she had ever dreamed. He wanted to bond her with him forever. They stayed silent for a long time, enjoying the afterglow of sex, clinging together and stoking each other's backs and necks with tenderness brought on by love and friendship rather than lust. Both were replete with a sense of completeness and fulfilment. "It feels great to be this close to you at last Jack." Sam said, breaking their self imposed silence. "I always wanted this, and more." She ventured. "More? What does that mean?" "That I want us to get even closer." "Is it possible to feel closer to you than I do right now?" he queried. "I don't know, you tell me." She was fondling his hair, looking into his dark brown eyes, trying to fathom his feelings. "I love you Sam, is that what you want to know?" "It's a start, and it helps." She fondly kissed his lips. "Do you really love me?" "You doubt it?" "You've never said it." "I have now and I mean it Sam. Never doubt it. You are the most important person in my life, you have to know that." He was surprised that she was so uncertain of him. "From the moment you walked into it, I was turned upside down. That attraction grew into... this over the years... something special." He stopped, unable to express his intent, and returned her brief gentle kiss, running a finger over her cheek. "I'm not so good with words, Sam. I hoped our lovemaking would show you how I feel. I just want to make you happy." "I was so scared you didn't feel the same." "How does anyone know if they feel the same? I know I love you. I know I'm committed to you. I know I've felt that way for so long that I almost don't recall when I first realised it. And I know that the idea of you marrying someone else, of losing you forever, came close to breaking me. I might not be so good at showing this stuff, but I'm feeling it. I wish I'd told you how I felt a long time ago. I wish I'd been free to." "Oh Jack!" She exclaimed happily, "I wish you had too. I never wanted to cause you pain. I wish I hadn't..." "Don't regret it, Sam. You needed someone in your life and it couldn't be me. I wanted it to be, but it wasn't possible." "And it is now?" "All that matters is now." "That doesn't answer my question. You're still my CO. It's no more possible than it was before, but I want it to be. What do we do? I don't want the regs to be hanging over our heads, dragging us down. I want this to work, or have a darned good try at it. " He propped himself up on one elbow, continuing to caress her face and met her gaze "I want that too. I need to tell you something." He hesitated, biting his bottom lip with uncertainty, and she raised her eyebrows in query, encouraging him to continue. "I'm leaving the SGC." "What?" her eyes widened in shock and dismay and he continued to caress her reassuringly. "I'm being re-assed. Don't look at me like that!" She bore an expression of reproach. "How long have you known?" "A little while. I was told not to tell, honest, but I had to tell you Sam. Now this has happened how can I not tell you? "We do this and then you tell me you're leaving?" "I won't be your CO anymore. That's a good thing, right?" "Only from a regs point of view. But it also probably means you're leaving Colorado, Jack, leaving me, and that isn't so good. Does it mean that?" She looked disturbed by her thoughts. "Yes, but Jeez, Sam, you don't think I'd do this - start this - if I didn't intend to continue it, do you? This isn't just a passing affair, or not for me." "Nor me. So tell me." She demanded. "Hammond's had enough. He's retiring at last and I'm replacing him as Head of Homeland Security." "Oh!" "It's a good career move but maybe not so good for us. I'll be in Washington a lot." "Oh!" "Aren't you going to say something else?" "I don't know what to say." "I guess it resolves a lot, but also adds a few problems." "It adds a lot of problems, Jack, and not just for us. What about the SGC? What about Daniel and Teal'c? What about me?" "Come with me." "What?" she was stunned. "We could arrange an assignment for you in Washington. It doesn't have to be permanent." "Leave the SGC?" He wondered what she was thinking, whether she was prepared to do that for them, or whether she considered the SGC more important. His own fears started to surface. She said she loved him, but was it enough? Her career was all important to her, and that meant it was important to him too. "If you don't want to do that, we'll manage. I'll come back to the Springs as often as I can, and you can come visit me in Washington. It won't be forever." "Are you suggesting I live with you in Washington?" she had to be sure of exactly what he was proposing. "Yes, but only if that's what you want. I'm not about to do anything to screw with your career, Sam. I don't have to take up the posting. I could retire. Maybe it's time." "God, my career's important Jack, but I would give it all up to be with you." She confessed. Sam knew it sounded trite and ridiculous. Where was Sam Carter the strong, determined career woman? But she realised she meant it and it was almost as much of a surprise to her as it was to him. Jack felt a wave of relief wash through him, all doubts about them gone in an instant. "I love you for who and what you are." He responded, softly stroking her cheek and smiling. Sam felt her own wave of relief and, despite her thoughts about giving it all up for him, she wondered how she would have reacted if he had said that's what he wanted. She would never have anticipated him wanting that. Jack was no Pete Shannahan, who she suspected would have welcomed such a move on her part, if not openly encouraged it. Jack respected her for being her own woman, for what she did and the person she was. "I'm not asking you to do that and I never would," Jack continued. "Nor do want you to. I guess it's good to know that you would though." He lay down beside her again, enfolding her in his arms and squeezing her gently. "You can't retire." She said. "Wanna bet? Sam, I love you and that's become the most important thing in my life now. I've given everything to the damned Air Force, to my country, my planet - dammit, the whole freakin' universe! I've already sacrificed too much and it's time I got something for myself, something good. You're something good. A whole lot more than good. You're what I want more than all of the rest." "Jack O'Neill, your country still needs you!" She declared forcefully. "I don't think either of us should rush to give up the other things that we love. What if we don't work? What if in 6 months time, a year, or whenever, we decide that we aren't enough?" "You think I would regret having tried? I won't." "You might." "You're worth the risk. Let's not start this thing by imagining ways we could break up, okay? There are no certainties in life, Sam, no safe bets." Those last words startled her, echoing as they did her thoughts months ago about Jack being her safe bet; the excuse that was stopping her getting on with life outside of the SGC. Turns out he was no excuse, but a very good reason. "I'll come to Washington with you Jack, if we can manage it." "You will?" he was thrilled. "We can get you a temporary assignment. You can go back to the SGC whenever you want to, or if you're needed. You don't have to give that up." The prospect of living with Jack in Washington, or anywhere, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Okay, we'll work it out." She said, her calm demeanour belying her inner turmoil. "We could get married." He blurted. Immediately he regretted those words, not because it wasn't what he wanted, it was and he was certain of it, but fearful that it was too soon, too much too quickly, and that Sam would find the concept overwhelming right now, or even worse, ridiculous. 'Should have waited, Jack,' he thought. Had he spoiled their special moment, he wondered? She'd only just broken off one engagement and he was asking her to leap into another. 'Fool, Jack!' he berated himself. "But we don't have to. Whatever you want Sam." He added with haste, heart pattering madly while he waited for a reaction. "Married?" She responded. 'In for a penny. Can't deny you said it now, Jack, it's too late," he thought. "It's probably not such a great prospect, and it certainly isn't a romantic way of askin', but one day, maybe? Tomorrow, next year, whenever it feels right for you, if it ever does." "Married?" She repeated, still stunned by the notion. "Forget I mentioned it," he said hastily, self-doubt overwhelming him. "Just come to Washington. That's more than enough. We can play it by ear." He hoped his words hadn't put her off the original plan. "Forget you mentioned it? You propose to a woman and then ask her to forget you mentioned it? Jack, it's not the sort of proposition a woman forgets easily." "Forget I ever said it. Please Sam. I know it's way too soon and I should never have said it." He was filled with foreboding, thinking he'd totally screwed it all up. 'Jeez Jack you couldn't just keep your mouth shut and leave it alone.' Sam picked up on his misgivings and knew they were not his own but what he believed were hers. He still did not understand her depth of feeling for him and this should not have surprised her. Jack could be brash, seemingly cocky and over confident, but she knew him better. Inside, he was self-effacing, modest and, in some ways, not entirely confident of himself, despite all outward appearances. Only when you got to know him better did this become obvious. They had known each other for so long and been through too much together for it to have escaped Sam's attention, however much he might have tried to hide it. "You think I haven't fantasised about becoming Mrs O'Neill one day, Jack?" She asked and he looked at her with astonishment. "Believe me, I have. Way too many times than is good for me. Even when I was planning the wedding with Pete I was thinking it should be you." That shocked but pleased him. "Poor Pete," Jack said, "he never stood a chance. I wish I'd known. All that jealously, pain and frustration. I wish we'd both been more courageous." "Me too." She kissed him and then pushed him back, extricating herself from his embrace, and moving to sit astride his thighs. "One day I want to be Mrs O'Neill, Jack, and fulfil that fantasy, but it probably is too soon. Let's try that living together in Washington thing first, huh?" He nodded and smiled, stroking her thighs, relief flooding through him once again. It seemed he hadn't spoiled it after all. Sam leaned down to kiss him, her breasts brushing against his chest and making him shiver. Slowly, she proceeded to seduce him, taking control and exploring him as she had wanted to earlier. They spent most of the day in bed, wanting to maintain that feeling of mental and physical proximity. Jack got up to get food and drink, bringing it back to bed with him, and they fed each other seductively, which turned into a silly food fight, followed by more lovemaking. Later, they bathed together, deciding they really should get up and dressed for dinner, even if the boys hadn't returned. Jack still suspected that they would not see their friends again until the following afternoon and blessed them for their thoughtfulness. They didn't hear from them but didn't worry. Getting a decent cell phone signal could be tricky around these parts, and they didn't know where Daniel and Teal'c had ended up going. When they finally realised for sure that their old team-mates would not return, it left them free to sleep in the same bed for the first time, something they both wanted more than they had even imagined. If Daniel and Teal'c had returned they might have felt restrained, but they didn't. Maybe by the next evening they would be happy to confess to their friends and acknowledge their relationship openly, it would become obvious to them quickly enough, but for now they were happy that they did not have to. It was good to be alone and free to do as they pleased. They did not want to part, constantly feeling the urge to touch each other lovingly, demonstrating their newfound love, and certainly they wanted to spend as many nights together as they could. This was nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love, and their long years of being unable to be demonstrative, or be together. This first ever night was one they would never forget. They were too tired to make love, and didn't want to. What they wanted was to sleep peacefully in each other's arms, contemplating and dreaming about a future together, and this is exactly what they did. Tomorrow, they'd go fishing. The End |