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porn. SG-1. Sam/Jack.
Disclaimer: Not mine Rating: R/NC17
Set: Er. Season 8. No Pete to speak of. Early. (what regs?)
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Notes: This was originally a chatlog between Ryuu and I. Half the dialogue and description is hers. The rest was mine. I fiddled it into prose.
What's Your Sign?
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
Okay. So it was merely a pretext to get into his office. Still, Sam Carter knew it was something she could get away with as she stepped into the General's office and discreetly locked the door after closing it. He was on the phone, talking to some Pentagon type. She moved to the blinds that let into the briefing room and rolled the bar, shutting them. Her last stop was the other door, which she found already locked.
Turning back to the desk, she found Jack O'Neill watching her with his eyebrows raised as he said goodbye to his caller. "Carter?"
"I was wondering, sir." She leaned across the desk and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Are you a Scorpio?"
"Huh?"
She backed away from the desk as he got up and came around it, reaching for her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "A Scorpio."
The answer took its time in coming, since the General was rather occupied with kissing her. Eventually, he pulled back. "That's the really horny sign, right?"
Opening her eyes, and giving him an irritated look, Sam said, "Shut up and get back to what you were doing, flyboy."
He studied her, "You a horny sign too, Carter?"
"I have no idea." Okay. So it had been a stupid pretext, but still. She glared at him.
He kissed her. "Gotta be a nice sign, though..."
"Don't care." She mumbled, then wriggled against him, wondering how much they could get away with in the middle of the day. But then, Walter *had* seen her heading towards his office. Maybe the young sergeant was intelligent enough to re-route calls and business for a while.
Jack began groping her, "Yep...really, really nice."
"Jack, you're talking too much."
"Sorry." He changed his tactics, kissing her very firmly while sliding a hand down her pants.
She shifted, giving him better access.
He smirked against her lips, "Going commando today, are we?"
"I was hoping to have your hand down my pants." She replied, then gasped as he slid a finger into her.
The finger wriggled, the others grazing sensitized flesh. "All you have to do is ask, you know..."
She gasped again, "Somehow, I don't think saying, 'General, please finger-fuck me' would go over well during a briefing."
"Might liven up some of them, actually." Jack replied, snickering.
"Fine, then. Tomorrow, I'll make sure to ask you to finger-fuck me."
He raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure Colonel Reynolds will be amused."
"Forget Reynolds." She groaned, "How about I just say it, now? Jack, please finger-fuck me."
The General smirked and sped up his fingers, "Anything to oblige, ma'am."
Sam grabbed onto the nearest chair for stability as her legs began going, "You're really, really --" she squeaked.
"Did you just squeak?" He blinked and paused his fingers for a moment.
Panting, she replied, "I have no idea. But if you don't finish I will kill you."
"It's...cute."
She reached out and grabbed his collar as he smirked and returned his fingers to the task at hand, "Good to know. I'll make a note."
He calmly added another finger and slid his free arm around her waist. "Wonder if I can make you do it again..."
"Maybe." Her hips twitched and she pushed against his hand, almost begging, "More."
His thumb brushed over her clitoris. "More?"
She squeaked, "More."
The fingers stroked harder, and the smug look deepened, "Better?"
Moaning, she gripped his collar tighter, thankful to have that and the chair. Falling to the floor would have been undignified, with the General's hand down her pants. "Yes."
Tipping his head towards her, he kissed her.
She squeaked again, closing her eyes. "Oh, god."
The fingers sped up their stroking, and she arched, feeling the tension building. "Nice to be so highly regarded." He was grinning. She *knew* he was grinning, and she wasn't going to open her eyes and look because then she might kill him before he got her off.
Although she could do it herself, but it was more fun with his hand. And then her orgasm hit. She remembered, barely, that she was in a secure facility that might react badly to a scream, and throttled down the sounds she was going to make as she convulsed.
Returning to earth, she found the General holding her, gradually slowing his fingers down. "How ya' doin'?"
"Been," she panted, "better." Getting the muscular control, she reached up and yanked his mouth to hers, mumbling, "have I mentioned that I love your fingers?"
He kissed her back, cuddling her. "Few times."
Leaning against him, she sighed, "Well,I really really love them. And really needed that, too." Oh, dear god, had she ever. She didn't even want to think about the stress which caused it. Not yet.
"Gotta keep the smartest person I know happy..."
"Good to know." She kissed him, then sighed, "There was this whole work thing that I was supposed to do, wasn't there."
"Breaks are good for morale."
"Uh-huh."
He kissed her neck.
Turning her head, she kissed his ear, "Jack. I have to go back to work."
His hold on her tightened. "This is more fun."
"I suppose the planet-saving can wait."
"Don't they all owe us one?" He asked with a sigh.
"I suppose." Sam tilted her head, considering, then smirked, "I see you have a new chair."
"Yeah. Hammond got my old one."
"Mhm..." She reached down to play with the buttons on his pants. "Y'know, General, one should always... break in... a new chair."
"Are you offering to help?"
She unbuttoned the top button. "Yes."
Jack grinned, "How generous of you, Carter."
Without waiting for his acquiescence, Sam slid her hand down his pants and stroked him gently. He was already semi-hard, and she smirked. "Oh, yes. So very very generous of me." She pushed at his shoulder with her free hand.
"Ungh..." He replied intelligently, shuddering slightly.
She chuckled, "You're so very articulate, Jack." Sam pulled her hand away and directed him back towards his chair while undoing the rest of the buttons.
He stopped her, tugging at the edge of her shirt. "Off."
That, she could do. She dragged her shirt over her head and tossed it on his desk, "And I thought this was going to be a quickie."
Jack began busily unfastening her bra. "I like to take my time with important things, Carter."
Which was a good point. Considering for a minute, she was almost distracted by his fingers stroking across her naked skin, and then reached over to the phone and unplugged it. As a precaution. "Good to know." After all, getting interrupted while having sex with General Jack O'Neill in his office would be... irritating.
Catching her attention, Jack carefully rolled a nipple between his fingers. "Very important things. Gotta do them right."
She sucked in a breath. "Yes." She was suddenly reminded that she was trying to get Jack's pants off, and tugged them down his legs.
Kissing his way to her shoulders, Jack suddenly paused, "We did lock the door, right?"
"Did that before even turning to talk to you."
"That's my girl." He bit her shoulder gently.
A gasp escaped her, and he pulled back, looking smug. Sam turned the tables, getting her hand under his shirt and stroking up then down his chest, nails lightly grazing the skin. He shivered.
"Hrm. I'm still wearing pants."
Jack considered for a moment, then reluctantly let go of her breasts to unfasten her pants. Feeling oddly bereft, she leaned in to kiss his neck. The distraction made it a little difficult, but Jack eventually managed to get her pants down her hips.
"Maybe I could change the uniform regulations. You. Naked. All the time."
"That would make working in the lab difficult. Don't forget my boots."
"Mmm...Carter in only combat boots..."
"You can put them back on, if it's that nice an idea. Otherwise, you won't get my pants off."
"Maybe later." He bent carefully and unfastened her boots.
Sam waited until he was standing again, then pushed him back and down into the chair before stepping out of her pants and boots. She glanced up to find him watching her appreciatively, and flushed.
"Anyone ever tell you you've got amazing legs, Carter?"
"Thank you." She smirked and stepped towards him. "It's all that running around, chasing the jaffa and alien tech."
"Mmm...love this job sometimes." He reached out and caught her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
Sam put her hands on his shoulders and shifted, "Well, this is comfy."
"Yep." He replied with a faint groan.
Reaching down, she wrapped a hand around him. "I know how to make it even better." With a combination of moves that would have done a contortionist proud, she shifted, spread her legs further, and slid down onto him with a sigh.
He groaned again, "You're good."
She leaned forward and kissed his neck. "Yes."
"You're gonna be the death of me, Carter." He informed her, sliding his hand back to her chest and tweaking a nipple.
"Not if you kill me, first."
He grinned, "Yeah?" Then moved to use his mouth to assist with his explorations.
"Ask me again tomorrow. I think I want to live." She replied, then moaned again and began moving on him.
"Carter..." He gasped and thrust upwards.
Sam bit his neck. "Yes, Jack?"
He growled and grabbed her hips, "I'm...I'm glad you wanted to help me...break in this chair."
Wriggling her hips, she nodded, "Me, too."
Her only reply was another moan torn from his throat, and she smirked, then shifted, flexing her legs to relieve the slight strain. "I really like your chair."
"I really like you in my chair." Jack said, then kissed her neck.
"Good, good. Oh, god." She gasped as the slight change in angle made the feeling that much more acute. And then the General shifted, pushing up into her harder, trying to thrust even at the bad angle he had. "I think I'm never going to get tired of this."
"Yeah..."
She kissed him, and he gripped her hips harder, dragging her down onto him. "Carter, you...guh..."
Without answering, she shifted again, changing the angle even more and speeding up.
A groan broke free when he dug his fingers into her hips.
"I...I'm not bruising you..." He gasped, "...am I?"
"Don't care." She managed.
He nipped at her throat. "Good to know."
And she squeaked.
The sound was apparently more than enough to trigger his orgasm, because he grunted, "God, I think I'm gonna..."
Without pausing in her movements, Sam tightened her inner muscles around him, smirking as his head jerked back and he groaned and shuddered, pulsing inside of her.
"Guh..."
She kissed him gently,
"Wow..." Jack said, sounding somewhat dazed as he slowly let go of her hips.
She chuckled, "That good, huh?"
"Always that good."
"Good to know." She cuddled closer.
"But you didn't--"
She gasped when the hand that had been casually groping her ass moved to slide between them, two fingers penetrating her with ease. "I wasn't expecting to."
"I like to be different." He informed her.
"You always have."
"I'm a rebel, Carter." The fingers began stroking firmly.
"Thank god for --" She squeaked, "-- that." Sam made a face, "Damnit. I shouldn't squeak."
Jack smiled and stroked harder, "It's cute."
"Glad someone likes it." She muttered as she squeaked again.
"I'm pretty fond of it." And he kissed her, lips and tongue working at hers.
She grasped his shoulder and leaned back, breaking the kiss and arching against the feel of his fingers, "God, Jack, that feels incredible."
"Practice." He said smugly.
"Practice is good."
Another finger slipped into her, "Practice makes perfect."
Sam let out an inarticulate sound, and he smirked. The fingers flexed, and she whimpered, "Really like your new chair, General."
He wriggled his fingers. "I'm sure we could requisition one for your lab, Colonel."
"No, no," She squeaked and made a face, "I prefer yours. With you in it."
"Ah." A rather superior grin took his lips, "I love making you do that, Carter."
She muttered something uncomplimentary about him, then squeaked again as his thumb brushed over her citoris.
"Love ya, Carter." He kissed her shoulder.
"Guess I love you, too."
"Mmm..." He brushed his thumb over her clitoris again.
"Do that again."
"Yeahsureyabetcha." With a smirk, Jack circled his thumb back around.
She squeaked again.
Jack grinned. "Cute."
Her glare would have had more force if she hadn't been moaning softly.
He pulled her back against him and kissed her, "You're cute, Carter. You'll just have to accept it."
Grumbling, she wriggled again.
Jack kissed her again, "Cute."
"You know there was this thing called work..." She said, eyeing him. As his fingers slowed down even more.
"You telling me to hurry up?"
"Maybe."
Jack shrugged, but his fingers moved faster, "If you'd really rather work..."
The movement caught her off-guard, and she let out a strangled moan. "Not.. really... But my back is cold."
He snorted and ran his free hand over her back while his fingers continued stroking her. "Let's see if I can warm you up."
"God, Jack --" She squeaked.
"I'm that good, huh?"
"Yes."
"Why, thank you, Carter." He worked his fingers harder.
"Nnnn."
Jack began nibbling and licking his way down her throat so she tilted her head to give him better access. And gasped when he bit down gently. "Wanna see if I can make you have to wear turtlenecks for the rest of the week?" His tone was teasing.
"Why?"
"Hasn't anyone ever given you a hickey before?"
She sighed, "If you must. It is kind of cold in my lab anyway."
He grinned and kissed her neck again.
"Ja-ack."
"Sam." He replied in the same tone, bringing his other hand from her back and rolling a nipple.
She squeaked. "More."
A smirk against her neck, and then he was fondling with intent, his fingers quickening, his thumb pressing just so. The last of her control shattered, and she arched, refusing to scream (again), as she came, the orgasm almost over-riding her vocal control. Although she did emit a series of gasps and curses.
Jack was looking very pleased with himself when she finally began paying attention to him again. She had just enough energy to lean against him, panting as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
"How am I supposed to go back to work now?" she finally asked.
"You really know how to boost a guy's ego, Carter."
"Good to know."
"So, at the risk of sounding like a sap, I love you." He kissed her nose.
"Love you, too. Sugarlips."
"Glad to hear it. Sweetheart."
She snorted, "Ass."
"Darling."
"Idiot."
He smirked and kissed her. "Honey."
"Snookums."
"Kitten."
Sam almost choked, but maintained her composure. "Sweetiepie."
He grinned. "Dearheart?"
"Lovesy-wuvsey?"
"Cuddlekins." His hand was playing with her hair.
Deciding that he'd won this round of 'irritating pet names', Sam let herself think of other things, and shivered. "I'm cold."
Jack cuddled her closer and made a face, "Does this mean we have to put our clothes back on?"
As if in answer, someone knocked on the door, and a moment later, Sergeant Walter Harriman's voice came through sounding very hesitant, "Uh, General, there's an urgent call for you."
"Guess the phone unplugging was a bad idea," she muttered.
Sighing, Jack let her go, "Just a moment, Walter."
Getting out of his lap made her wince. "Stiff *and* cold. And a little sore." She reached for a tissue and began cleaning between her legs, then eyed Jack and smirked. "You want some help standing?"
"Sticky." He informed her, then rolled his eyes, "Every ache I have is on your behalf, Carter."
"All you had to do, General," She bent forward over his desk and smirked at him over her shoulder, "was say no."
"I've had a naked Carter in my lap giving me some of the best sex I've ever had. I don't think it's possible to say no." He took a handful of tissues and went about his own cleaning ritual.
"Hrm. Good point." She replied teasingly, then turned to go in search of her underwear. "Gah. I kind of want a shower, but I have things to get back to."
Jack stood and began pulling on his boxers, then passed over her bra. "You're coming over tonight, right?"
"You promised to make me cake, remember?" She made a face as the clasp decided to be irritating. Either that, or her muscles were just a little bit tired from their previous activities.
"Want me to get that?"
"Nah, I got it." She eyed him, "Besides, you'd just take it off again." she concluded and reached down for her shirt.
The General pulled on his pants and tried to look dignified. "Give me some credit, Carter."
Taking advantage of him being busy with the buttons, Sam groped his ass. "I do, I do."
He raised an eyebrow. "All right, then."
Sam kissed his shoulder and went to pull her own pants on. "I'm sure our five minutes is almost up."
"Not quite."
"It's not?" She looked up to find him with his shirt on while she stepped into her boots.
"Think we still have another minute or two."
"Good." She kissed him.
Jack took hold of her waist and deepened the kiss. She leaned into him, winding her arms around his neck before remembering something. "Laces."
"Laces?" He sounded kiss-befuddled, which was kind of cute.
"I need to tie my boots."
"Which means I'd have to stop holding you, doesn't it?"
"Yes." She sighed.
"Dammit."
There was a coughing sound from outside his office door, and Walter's voice said tentatively, "General?"
Jack raised voice. "Coming, Walter. Just need to finish up this last bit of paperwork."
"I'm paperwork now? Where ya gonna file me, General?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Under the 'sexy woman I need to see every single day' file." He replied, calmly groping her.
She shivered. "Good. Damn. I should go."
"Cake, Carter. Tonight."
"Yes." She stepped away from him, then walked to the door. "Later, sir."
"Carter?"
"What?" Sam looked at him as she unlocked the door.
He grinned. "I'll see you tonight."
"Uhuh." Rolling her eyes at him, she opened the door and steped out, smiling at Walter. "He's all yours now, Sergeant."
"Uh...thank you, Colonel."
"You're welcome."
Jack managed to look professional and NOT smirk. "So, Walter. Phone call?"
His aide-de-camp coughed as he stepped into the room. "I'll see about getting the fans turned on in your office, sir. And get that call put through to you right away."
Still managing not to smirk, Jack nodded. "Thank you, Walter."
-f-
Set: Er. Season 8. No Pete to speak of. Early. (what regs?)
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Notes: This was originally a chatlog between Ryuu and I. Half the dialogue and description is hers. The rest was mine. I fiddled it into prose.
What's Your Sign?
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
Okay. So it was merely a pretext to get into his office. Still, Sam Carter knew it was something she could get away with as she stepped into the General's office and discreetly locked the door after closing it. He was on the phone, talking to some Pentagon type. She moved to the blinds that let into the briefing room and rolled the bar, shutting them. Her last stop was the other door, which she found already locked.
Turning back to the desk, she found Jack O'Neill watching her with his eyebrows raised as he said goodbye to his caller. "Carter?"
"I was wondering, sir." She leaned across the desk and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Are you a Scorpio?"
"Huh?"
She backed away from the desk as he got up and came around it, reaching for her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "A Scorpio."
The answer took its time in coming, since the General was rather occupied with kissing her. Eventually, he pulled back. "That's the really horny sign, right?"
Opening her eyes, and giving him an irritated look, Sam said, "Shut up and get back to what you were doing, flyboy."
He studied her, "You a horny sign too, Carter?"
"I have no idea." Okay. So it had been a stupid pretext, but still. She glared at him.
He kissed her. "Gotta be a nice sign, though..."
"Don't care." She mumbled, then wriggled against him, wondering how much they could get away with in the middle of the day. But then, Walter *had* seen her heading towards his office. Maybe the young sergeant was intelligent enough to re-route calls and business for a while.
Jack began groping her, "Yep...really, really nice."
"Jack, you're talking too much."
"Sorry." He changed his tactics, kissing her very firmly while sliding a hand down her pants.
She shifted, giving him better access.
He smirked against her lips, "Going commando today, are we?"
"I was hoping to have your hand down my pants." She replied, then gasped as he slid a finger into her.
The finger wriggled, the others grazing sensitized flesh. "All you have to do is ask, you know..."
She gasped again, "Somehow, I don't think saying, 'General, please finger-fuck me' would go over well during a briefing."
"Might liven up some of them, actually." Jack replied, snickering.
"Fine, then. Tomorrow, I'll make sure to ask you to finger-fuck me."
He raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure Colonel Reynolds will be amused."
"Forget Reynolds." She groaned, "How about I just say it, now? Jack, please finger-fuck me."
The General smirked and sped up his fingers, "Anything to oblige, ma'am."
Sam grabbed onto the nearest chair for stability as her legs began going, "You're really, really --" she squeaked.
"Did you just squeak?" He blinked and paused his fingers for a moment.
Panting, she replied, "I have no idea. But if you don't finish I will kill you."
"It's...cute."
She reached out and grabbed his collar as he smirked and returned his fingers to the task at hand, "Good to know. I'll make a note."
He calmly added another finger and slid his free arm around her waist. "Wonder if I can make you do it again..."
"Maybe." Her hips twitched and she pushed against his hand, almost begging, "More."
His thumb brushed over her clitoris. "More?"
She squeaked, "More."
The fingers stroked harder, and the smug look deepened, "Better?"
Moaning, she gripped his collar tighter, thankful to have that and the chair. Falling to the floor would have been undignified, with the General's hand down her pants. "Yes."
Tipping his head towards her, he kissed her.
She squeaked again, closing her eyes. "Oh, god."
The fingers sped up their stroking, and she arched, feeling the tension building. "Nice to be so highly regarded." He was grinning. She *knew* he was grinning, and she wasn't going to open her eyes and look because then she might kill him before he got her off.
Although she could do it herself, but it was more fun with his hand. And then her orgasm hit. She remembered, barely, that she was in a secure facility that might react badly to a scream, and throttled down the sounds she was going to make as she convulsed.
Returning to earth, she found the General holding her, gradually slowing his fingers down. "How ya' doin'?"
"Been," she panted, "better." Getting the muscular control, she reached up and yanked his mouth to hers, mumbling, "have I mentioned that I love your fingers?"
He kissed her back, cuddling her. "Few times."
Leaning against him, she sighed, "Well,I really really love them. And really needed that, too." Oh, dear god, had she ever. She didn't even want to think about the stress which caused it. Not yet.
"Gotta keep the smartest person I know happy..."
"Good to know." She kissed him, then sighed, "There was this whole work thing that I was supposed to do, wasn't there."
"Breaks are good for morale."
"Uh-huh."
He kissed her neck.
Turning her head, she kissed his ear, "Jack. I have to go back to work."
His hold on her tightened. "This is more fun."
"I suppose the planet-saving can wait."
"Don't they all owe us one?" He asked with a sigh.
"I suppose." Sam tilted her head, considering, then smirked, "I see you have a new chair."
"Yeah. Hammond got my old one."
"Mhm..." She reached down to play with the buttons on his pants. "Y'know, General, one should always... break in... a new chair."
"Are you offering to help?"
She unbuttoned the top button. "Yes."
Jack grinned, "How generous of you, Carter."
Without waiting for his acquiescence, Sam slid her hand down his pants and stroked him gently. He was already semi-hard, and she smirked. "Oh, yes. So very very generous of me." She pushed at his shoulder with her free hand.
"Ungh..." He replied intelligently, shuddering slightly.
She chuckled, "You're so very articulate, Jack." Sam pulled her hand away and directed him back towards his chair while undoing the rest of the buttons.
He stopped her, tugging at the edge of her shirt. "Off."
That, she could do. She dragged her shirt over her head and tossed it on his desk, "And I thought this was going to be a quickie."
Jack began busily unfastening her bra. "I like to take my time with important things, Carter."
Which was a good point. Considering for a minute, she was almost distracted by his fingers stroking across her naked skin, and then reached over to the phone and unplugged it. As a precaution. "Good to know." After all, getting interrupted while having sex with General Jack O'Neill in his office would be... irritating.
Catching her attention, Jack carefully rolled a nipple between his fingers. "Very important things. Gotta do them right."
She sucked in a breath. "Yes." She was suddenly reminded that she was trying to get Jack's pants off, and tugged them down his legs.
Kissing his way to her shoulders, Jack suddenly paused, "We did lock the door, right?"
"Did that before even turning to talk to you."
"That's my girl." He bit her shoulder gently.
A gasp escaped her, and he pulled back, looking smug. Sam turned the tables, getting her hand under his shirt and stroking up then down his chest, nails lightly grazing the skin. He shivered.
"Hrm. I'm still wearing pants."
Jack considered for a moment, then reluctantly let go of her breasts to unfasten her pants. Feeling oddly bereft, she leaned in to kiss his neck. The distraction made it a little difficult, but Jack eventually managed to get her pants down her hips.
"Maybe I could change the uniform regulations. You. Naked. All the time."
"That would make working in the lab difficult. Don't forget my boots."
"Mmm...Carter in only combat boots..."
"You can put them back on, if it's that nice an idea. Otherwise, you won't get my pants off."
"Maybe later." He bent carefully and unfastened her boots.
Sam waited until he was standing again, then pushed him back and down into the chair before stepping out of her pants and boots. She glanced up to find him watching her appreciatively, and flushed.
"Anyone ever tell you you've got amazing legs, Carter?"
"Thank you." She smirked and stepped towards him. "It's all that running around, chasing the jaffa and alien tech."
"Mmm...love this job sometimes." He reached out and caught her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
Sam put her hands on his shoulders and shifted, "Well, this is comfy."
"Yep." He replied with a faint groan.
Reaching down, she wrapped a hand around him. "I know how to make it even better." With a combination of moves that would have done a contortionist proud, she shifted, spread her legs further, and slid down onto him with a sigh.
He groaned again, "You're good."
She leaned forward and kissed his neck. "Yes."
"You're gonna be the death of me, Carter." He informed her, sliding his hand back to her chest and tweaking a nipple.
"Not if you kill me, first."
He grinned, "Yeah?" Then moved to use his mouth to assist with his explorations.
"Ask me again tomorrow. I think I want to live." She replied, then moaned again and began moving on him.
"Carter..." He gasped and thrust upwards.
Sam bit his neck. "Yes, Jack?"
He growled and grabbed her hips, "I'm...I'm glad you wanted to help me...break in this chair."
Wriggling her hips, she nodded, "Me, too."
Her only reply was another moan torn from his throat, and she smirked, then shifted, flexing her legs to relieve the slight strain. "I really like your chair."
"I really like you in my chair." Jack said, then kissed her neck.
"Good, good. Oh, god." She gasped as the slight change in angle made the feeling that much more acute. And then the General shifted, pushing up into her harder, trying to thrust even at the bad angle he had. "I think I'm never going to get tired of this."
"Yeah..."
She kissed him, and he gripped her hips harder, dragging her down onto him. "Carter, you...guh..."
Without answering, she shifted again, changing the angle even more and speeding up.
A groan broke free when he dug his fingers into her hips.
"I...I'm not bruising you..." He gasped, "...am I?"
"Don't care." She managed.
He nipped at her throat. "Good to know."
And she squeaked.
The sound was apparently more than enough to trigger his orgasm, because he grunted, "God, I think I'm gonna..."
Without pausing in her movements, Sam tightened her inner muscles around him, smirking as his head jerked back and he groaned and shuddered, pulsing inside of her.
"Guh..."
She kissed him gently,
"Wow..." Jack said, sounding somewhat dazed as he slowly let go of her hips.
She chuckled, "That good, huh?"
"Always that good."
"Good to know." She cuddled closer.
"But you didn't--"
She gasped when the hand that had been casually groping her ass moved to slide between them, two fingers penetrating her with ease. "I wasn't expecting to."
"I like to be different." He informed her.
"You always have."
"I'm a rebel, Carter." The fingers began stroking firmly.
"Thank god for --" She squeaked, "-- that." Sam made a face, "Damnit. I shouldn't squeak."
Jack smiled and stroked harder, "It's cute."
"Glad someone likes it." She muttered as she squeaked again.
"I'm pretty fond of it." And he kissed her, lips and tongue working at hers.
She grasped his shoulder and leaned back, breaking the kiss and arching against the feel of his fingers, "God, Jack, that feels incredible."
"Practice." He said smugly.
"Practice is good."
Another finger slipped into her, "Practice makes perfect."
Sam let out an inarticulate sound, and he smirked. The fingers flexed, and she whimpered, "Really like your new chair, General."
He wriggled his fingers. "I'm sure we could requisition one for your lab, Colonel."
"No, no," She squeaked and made a face, "I prefer yours. With you in it."
"Ah." A rather superior grin took his lips, "I love making you do that, Carter."
She muttered something uncomplimentary about him, then squeaked again as his thumb brushed over her citoris.
"Love ya, Carter." He kissed her shoulder.
"Guess I love you, too."
"Mmm..." He brushed his thumb over her clitoris again.
"Do that again."
"Yeahsureyabetcha." With a smirk, Jack circled his thumb back around.
She squeaked again.
Jack grinned. "Cute."
Her glare would have had more force if she hadn't been moaning softly.
He pulled her back against him and kissed her, "You're cute, Carter. You'll just have to accept it."
Grumbling, she wriggled again.
Jack kissed her again, "Cute."
"You know there was this thing called work..." She said, eyeing him. As his fingers slowed down even more.
"You telling me to hurry up?"
"Maybe."
Jack shrugged, but his fingers moved faster, "If you'd really rather work..."
The movement caught her off-guard, and she let out a strangled moan. "Not.. really... But my back is cold."
He snorted and ran his free hand over her back while his fingers continued stroking her. "Let's see if I can warm you up."
"God, Jack --" She squeaked.
"I'm that good, huh?"
"Yes."
"Why, thank you, Carter." He worked his fingers harder.
"Nnnn."
Jack began nibbling and licking his way down her throat so she tilted her head to give him better access. And gasped when he bit down gently. "Wanna see if I can make you have to wear turtlenecks for the rest of the week?" His tone was teasing.
"Why?"
"Hasn't anyone ever given you a hickey before?"
She sighed, "If you must. It is kind of cold in my lab anyway."
He grinned and kissed her neck again.
"Ja-ack."
"Sam." He replied in the same tone, bringing his other hand from her back and rolling a nipple.
She squeaked. "More."
A smirk against her neck, and then he was fondling with intent, his fingers quickening, his thumb pressing just so. The last of her control shattered, and she arched, refusing to scream (again), as she came, the orgasm almost over-riding her vocal control. Although she did emit a series of gasps and curses.
Jack was looking very pleased with himself when she finally began paying attention to him again. She had just enough energy to lean against him, panting as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
"How am I supposed to go back to work now?" she finally asked.
"You really know how to boost a guy's ego, Carter."
"Good to know."
"So, at the risk of sounding like a sap, I love you." He kissed her nose.
"Love you, too. Sugarlips."
"Glad to hear it. Sweetheart."
She snorted, "Ass."
"Darling."
"Idiot."
He smirked and kissed her. "Honey."
"Snookums."
"Kitten."
Sam almost choked, but maintained her composure. "Sweetiepie."
He grinned. "Dearheart?"
"Lovesy-wuvsey?"
"Cuddlekins." His hand was playing with her hair.
Deciding that he'd won this round of 'irritating pet names', Sam let herself think of other things, and shivered. "I'm cold."
Jack cuddled her closer and made a face, "Does this mean we have to put our clothes back on?"
As if in answer, someone knocked on the door, and a moment later, Sergeant Walter Harriman's voice came through sounding very hesitant, "Uh, General, there's an urgent call for you."
"Guess the phone unplugging was a bad idea," she muttered.
Sighing, Jack let her go, "Just a moment, Walter."
Getting out of his lap made her wince. "Stiff *and* cold. And a little sore." She reached for a tissue and began cleaning between her legs, then eyed Jack and smirked. "You want some help standing?"
"Sticky." He informed her, then rolled his eyes, "Every ache I have is on your behalf, Carter."
"All you had to do, General," She bent forward over his desk and smirked at him over her shoulder, "was say no."
"I've had a naked Carter in my lap giving me some of the best sex I've ever had. I don't think it's possible to say no." He took a handful of tissues and went about his own cleaning ritual.
"Hrm. Good point." She replied teasingly, then turned to go in search of her underwear. "Gah. I kind of want a shower, but I have things to get back to."
Jack stood and began pulling on his boxers, then passed over her bra. "You're coming over tonight, right?"
"You promised to make me cake, remember?" She made a face as the clasp decided to be irritating. Either that, or her muscles were just a little bit tired from their previous activities.
"Want me to get that?"
"Nah, I got it." She eyed him, "Besides, you'd just take it off again." she concluded and reached down for her shirt.
The General pulled on his pants and tried to look dignified. "Give me some credit, Carter."
Taking advantage of him being busy with the buttons, Sam groped his ass. "I do, I do."
He raised an eyebrow. "All right, then."
Sam kissed his shoulder and went to pull her own pants on. "I'm sure our five minutes is almost up."
"Not quite."
"It's not?" She looked up to find him with his shirt on while she stepped into her boots.
"Think we still have another minute or two."
"Good." She kissed him.
Jack took hold of her waist and deepened the kiss. She leaned into him, winding her arms around his neck before remembering something. "Laces."
"Laces?" He sounded kiss-befuddled, which was kind of cute.
"I need to tie my boots."
"Which means I'd have to stop holding you, doesn't it?"
"Yes." She sighed.
"Dammit."
There was a coughing sound from outside his office door, and Walter's voice said tentatively, "General?"
Jack raised voice. "Coming, Walter. Just need to finish up this last bit of paperwork."
"I'm paperwork now? Where ya gonna file me, General?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Under the 'sexy woman I need to see every single day' file." He replied, calmly groping her.
She shivered. "Good. Damn. I should go."
"Cake, Carter. Tonight."
"Yes." She stepped away from him, then walked to the door. "Later, sir."
"Carter?"
"What?" Sam looked at him as she unlocked the door.
He grinned. "I'll see you tonight."
"Uhuh." Rolling her eyes at him, she opened the door and steped out, smiling at Walter. "He's all yours now, Sergeant."
"Uh...thank you, Colonel."
"You're welcome."
Jack managed to look professional and NOT smirk. "So, Walter. Phone call?"
His aide-de-camp coughed as he stepped into the room. "I'll see about getting the fans turned on in your office, sir. And get that call put through to you right away."
Still managing not to smirk, Jack nodded. "Thank you, Walter."
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*giggles* It's all about priorities, dude.
Awwwww, they're so cute and snarky during sex. Wieeeeee! They broke in a new chair! *bounces* Chair!sex rocks.
*pats them* So yummy. Poor Walter though. *chuckles*
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Thanks! (Jack is very happy now. Although vaguely worried that he'll always have impure thoughts while in the chair)
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Bah, as if he needs the chair for that.
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Loved it.
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This has me wondering if they ever christened the X-302...or that lovely chair in the x-303 *and she's off into her own little world*
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It totally IS the best way to break in new chairs. And, *cough* They have broken in the x-302. I have 'What the Flight Manual Doesn't Recommend' around here, somewhere... hrm...
And the '303. I'd not thought of that.
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Mmm... Jack!fingers...
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*smooches*
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*smooches back and offers chocolate*
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So!
NOW!
Now, I'm all glee-d out for just how lovely this is. Mmm, yes yes yes. :) I love your fic *so* much, girlfriend. JUST marvelous pwp smutty loveliness.
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Thank you. And you can totally blame Ryuu...
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*loves you for writing them that way*
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Thank you. :)