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Jara, I hope you understand the sacrifices of this... And it's not hugely smutty, sadly. (I think it's backlash from Ryuu and me writing such domestic sap last night) It's a little angsty, but I think it ends on a bang (pardon the pun)
ETA: I have no clue what I meant by 'sacrifice'... Hrm. *eyes self* I'm strange.
Happy birthday, darlin' ;)
This picks up right after the locker room porn of a few weeks back...
"Smurftastic?" She raised an eyebrow at him and sauntered towards the tiled area.
"Yup." Ignoring the fact that he had just come from the shower (and his skin was probably perfectly clean except for where Carter had brushed against it, so maybe he did need another shower), Jack followed the slightly agitated stalking of Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter into the shower area, and watched as she threw her t-shirt over his head then turned on one of the showers. "Tense, Carter?"
"Yes." Her eyes closed and she turned her face into the spray, simply standing there.
Not that Jack wasn't affected by the sight of naked Sam Carter covered in streaming water, but he had (quite recently) had half-naked Sam Carter straddling him. So he could be forgiven for only giving a twitch of interest in the sight. For the moment. He still took a nice long appreciative look before turning on another shower and stepping underneath the water.
"I'm disappointed."
"Oh?"
Her eyes were still closed. "I thought you'd want to find out if two people could fit under the same showerhead."
"Scientific curiosity is more your strong suit, Carter."
"Mm. True." She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him. "I sometimes hate you, you know."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
He moved across to her shower and kissed her, because he could and because he wanted to and because Sam Carter was naked in front of him and he kind of liked that fact.
And maybe because he wanted her to not hate him.
She moaned against his lips when his fingers stroked down her body. It was arousing (surprise, Jack) to hear that sound, and when she did it again a few minutes later, he pinned her against the wall and leaned into her.
"Jack." Her tone was breathless as he kissed his way down her neck. "If you--"
He growled softly, and decided to forgo foreplay. There had, at some point, been the idea of taking it slow and using soap and water on her skin until she was begging, but he suddenly wanted to taste her.
Without thought to his knees, or his legs, or the hard tile below, he knelt and began kissing the insides of her thighs.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, and he stabilized her against the wall, sliding his hands over the slick skin of her legs as he nibbled and licked and -- finally -- tasted her.
With his mouth on her, tongue sliding here and there, tasting and probing and lapping, Sam Carter made soft noises. Frequent noises that sounded more like she was choking them back than faking them. It made him smug that he could make her do that.
"Jack." Her hand tightened in his hair, and he heard the urgency in her tone, and redoubled his efforts.
Her cry echoed in the room, choked off because she was trying to be silent, and that was almost more erotic than a full-throated scream would have been.
Then she was sliding down the tiles, her leg muscles spasming under her skin. She hit the floor with her ass and stared at him with dilated eyes. "Wow." A swallow. "Do that again."
He shifted, uncomfortable suddenly. His feet, for instance, were telling him that they weren't speaking to him (probably asleep). He carefully moved until he was sitting on his ass and then began rubbing his legs and feet. "Erm, Carter..."
"What?" She tilted her head back against the tile and seemed to relax into it.
The water from the shower was still warm, and it occured to Jack that having this discussion right here and now was pretty much normal for them. "Why now?"
She didn't pretend, or try to hide. Her eyes met his. "Because I'm tired, Jack. You almost died, I got tortured, it's a never-ending cycle."
"And Pete?"
A humorless smile touched her lips. "Pete broke up with me two weeks before you downloaded the Ancients' library into your brain. He cited my crazy work hours."
"Ah.'" He reached around to rub at the base of his spine. "So... that day..."
"If Daniel hadn't walked in, I would have told you. But I kept stumbling, trying to find the right words. It's not just because Pete broke up with me, Jack."
"Sounds like it is, though, Carter." And that hurt, suddenly. To be the rebound guy that she turned to because she knew he was there. His next words came out harsh, "So you decided you'd rather fuck me, instead."
"No." She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, settling her chin on her knees and looking at him. "I simply decided I want you more than I care about regulations, my career, your career, or a hundred other things. There's a whole new galaxy about to be explored, and I'll still be here when they get back."
"And my career?"
"I'm sorry, Jack," there was mockery in her tone, "I was unaware that you were actually concerned about your career."
"Maybe I just want to go fishing."
"Yeah." Her eyes closed and she tilted her head sideways. "That sounds peaceful."
All the energy she'd had when she first came in was gone, and Jack wondered, suddenly, how he could have missed the changes in Samantha Carter. She used to be his best class. You could give Jack O'Neill a three-hundred page essay on Sam Carter, and he'd give you seven hundred pages back. But he wondered, now, when that had changed. Had it been so slow that he simply tried to ignore it? Or had it been all at once.
"Do you remember the Prometheus?"
"Big ship. Hammond likes it a lot."
"Yeah." A slight smile touched her lips. "One of the things I convinced myself while I was concussed was that I wanted a normal life. Funny thing is, Fifth gave me that normal life, and I knew it was wrong. I was happy, with three adorable children and a large farm, and all of the things I thought I wanted out of life. And I threw it back in his face and told him it was fake."
As always, the mention of the human-form replicators made Jack's skin crawl. He shifted, and winced. "Carter, my butt is sticking to the floor."
"Mine is too." She made a face, but didn't move.
"Didn't you have an appointment in the lab?"
"I don't want to go." She turned her head and buried her face in her knees. Her next words were muffled, "I'd much rather go and have sex on your desk."
"Carter, do you ever stop being insatiable?"
"I'm making up for lost time."
"Ah." Jack dragged himself to his feet, wincing as various bits protested. He held out a hand for her. "C'mon."
Reluctantly, she took it, and he hauled her to her feet. She used the momentum to lean into him and slid an arm around his waist. "I suppose you're going to make me go back to my lab."
"Nope." He tugged at her hip and reached out to turn off the water.
"Oh?" She grabbed up her towel and t-shirt. "Then what?"
"I was thinking about having sex. On my desk."
Her eyes widened. "General, sir, are you propositioning me?"
"Yeahsureyoubetcha, Colonel." And he smacked her ass.
-f-
ETA: I have no clue what I meant by 'sacrifice'... Hrm. *eyes self* I'm strange.
Happy birthday, darlin' ;)
This picks up right after the locker room porn of a few weeks back...
"Smurftastic?" She raised an eyebrow at him and sauntered towards the tiled area.
"Yup." Ignoring the fact that he had just come from the shower (and his skin was probably perfectly clean except for where Carter had brushed against it, so maybe he did need another shower), Jack followed the slightly agitated stalking of Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter into the shower area, and watched as she threw her t-shirt over his head then turned on one of the showers. "Tense, Carter?"
"Yes." Her eyes closed and she turned her face into the spray, simply standing there.
Not that Jack wasn't affected by the sight of naked Sam Carter covered in streaming water, but he had (quite recently) had half-naked Sam Carter straddling him. So he could be forgiven for only giving a twitch of interest in the sight. For the moment. He still took a nice long appreciative look before turning on another shower and stepping underneath the water.
"I'm disappointed."
"Oh?"
Her eyes were still closed. "I thought you'd want to find out if two people could fit under the same showerhead."
"Scientific curiosity is more your strong suit, Carter."
"Mm. True." She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him. "I sometimes hate you, you know."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
He moved across to her shower and kissed her, because he could and because he wanted to and because Sam Carter was naked in front of him and he kind of liked that fact.
And maybe because he wanted her to not hate him.
She moaned against his lips when his fingers stroked down her body. It was arousing (surprise, Jack) to hear that sound, and when she did it again a few minutes later, he pinned her against the wall and leaned into her.
"Jack." Her tone was breathless as he kissed his way down her neck. "If you--"
He growled softly, and decided to forgo foreplay. There had, at some point, been the idea of taking it slow and using soap and water on her skin until she was begging, but he suddenly wanted to taste her.
Without thought to his knees, or his legs, or the hard tile below, he knelt and began kissing the insides of her thighs.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, and he stabilized her against the wall, sliding his hands over the slick skin of her legs as he nibbled and licked and -- finally -- tasted her.
With his mouth on her, tongue sliding here and there, tasting and probing and lapping, Sam Carter made soft noises. Frequent noises that sounded more like she was choking them back than faking them. It made him smug that he could make her do that.
"Jack." Her hand tightened in his hair, and he heard the urgency in her tone, and redoubled his efforts.
Her cry echoed in the room, choked off because she was trying to be silent, and that was almost more erotic than a full-throated scream would have been.
Then she was sliding down the tiles, her leg muscles spasming under her skin. She hit the floor with her ass and stared at him with dilated eyes. "Wow." A swallow. "Do that again."
He shifted, uncomfortable suddenly. His feet, for instance, were telling him that they weren't speaking to him (probably asleep). He carefully moved until he was sitting on his ass and then began rubbing his legs and feet. "Erm, Carter..."
"What?" She tilted her head back against the tile and seemed to relax into it.
The water from the shower was still warm, and it occured to Jack that having this discussion right here and now was pretty much normal for them. "Why now?"
She didn't pretend, or try to hide. Her eyes met his. "Because I'm tired, Jack. You almost died, I got tortured, it's a never-ending cycle."
"And Pete?"
A humorless smile touched her lips. "Pete broke up with me two weeks before you downloaded the Ancients' library into your brain. He cited my crazy work hours."
"Ah.'" He reached around to rub at the base of his spine. "So... that day..."
"If Daniel hadn't walked in, I would have told you. But I kept stumbling, trying to find the right words. It's not just because Pete broke up with me, Jack."
"Sounds like it is, though, Carter." And that hurt, suddenly. To be the rebound guy that she turned to because she knew he was there. His next words came out harsh, "So you decided you'd rather fuck me, instead."
"No." She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, settling her chin on her knees and looking at him. "I simply decided I want you more than I care about regulations, my career, your career, or a hundred other things. There's a whole new galaxy about to be explored, and I'll still be here when they get back."
"And my career?"
"I'm sorry, Jack," there was mockery in her tone, "I was unaware that you were actually concerned about your career."
"Maybe I just want to go fishing."
"Yeah." Her eyes closed and she tilted her head sideways. "That sounds peaceful."
All the energy she'd had when she first came in was gone, and Jack wondered, suddenly, how he could have missed the changes in Samantha Carter. She used to be his best class. You could give Jack O'Neill a three-hundred page essay on Sam Carter, and he'd give you seven hundred pages back. But he wondered, now, when that had changed. Had it been so slow that he simply tried to ignore it? Or had it been all at once.
"Do you remember the Prometheus?"
"Big ship. Hammond likes it a lot."
"Yeah." A slight smile touched her lips. "One of the things I convinced myself while I was concussed was that I wanted a normal life. Funny thing is, Fifth gave me that normal life, and I knew it was wrong. I was happy, with three adorable children and a large farm, and all of the things I thought I wanted out of life. And I threw it back in his face and told him it was fake."
As always, the mention of the human-form replicators made Jack's skin crawl. He shifted, and winced. "Carter, my butt is sticking to the floor."
"Mine is too." She made a face, but didn't move.
"Didn't you have an appointment in the lab?"
"I don't want to go." She turned her head and buried her face in her knees. Her next words were muffled, "I'd much rather go and have sex on your desk."
"Carter, do you ever stop being insatiable?"
"I'm making up for lost time."
"Ah." Jack dragged himself to his feet, wincing as various bits protested. He held out a hand for her. "C'mon."
Reluctantly, she took it, and he hauled her to her feet. She used the momentum to lean into him and slid an arm around his waist. "I suppose you're going to make me go back to my lab."
"Nope." He tugged at her hip and reached out to turn off the water.
"Oh?" She grabbed up her towel and t-shirt. "Then what?"
"I was thinking about having sex. On my desk."
Her eyes widened. "General, sir, are you propositioning me?"
"Yeahsureyoubetcha, Colonel." And he smacked her ass.
-f-
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I'll, uh, take that under advisement.
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...wench? (pouts)
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I am sad that "Smurftastic" was not more thoroughly addressed, though ;)
"I'm not sure that's a real word, sir."
"Sure it is! It means..."
"Smurf...like? Is that really a compliment?"
"Not Smurf-like. More than that." *makes hand gesture* "Extra smurf-like."
"That's not even a good word to have made up."
"Carter... *sigh* Just take it that you have sexed the ability to speak coherently out of me?"
"... oh. Um. Thanks."
"Now can we go do the shower sex?"
"I'm still not sure why this made you think of Smurfs."
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Oooooooooooooo. I'm as pleased about that as Jack is!
"I'd much rather go and have sex on your desk."
"Carter, do you ever stop being insatiable?"
"I'm making up for lost time."
*nod* I get that!
"I was thinking about having sex. On my desk."
Her eyes widened. "General, sir, are you propositioning me?"
"Yeahsureyoubetcha, Colonel." And he smacked her ass.
Hee! *smoooooooooches you* So er, is that in the making too? *is as insatiable as Sam but has to make up for lots of years without smut*
Thank you so much, hon. *huge big knuffels* I got lyssie!fic for my bday! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! *cuddles*
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And, yes. Now I have an excuse to write deskporn. There's going to be a delay (the whole going home thing), because she'll go to the lab. And argue with McKay again (and he is right, this time, much to her irritation). So, uh, Jack will help her blow off some steam.
...
hrm...
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Marvelous as ALWAYS.
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*pats*
Thank you.
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For that section alone, thank you.
Loved it, naturally. *g*
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Thank you. :)