Sturgis or Bust

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Sam shoved Jack into the fitting room and crammed in behind him before locking the door. “Sorry, I should’ve warned you about him. Wasn’t thinking, I guess,” she muttered. “Although, how was I supposed to think clearly after that little incident in the parking lot?” Handing him a hanger with a pair of leather pants clipped on, she asked, “Are these the right size? I can always call Sven to get a different size if you need...”



“Carter, you’re babbling.”



“Oh sorry. I guess I’ll just...” and with that she dropped the handful of hangers she was holding and slammed him into the mirror, pressing his hands back before going to work on his belt.



His eyebrows shot up to his hairline.



“I just want you to try on those pants,” she explained glibly, her eyes shooting him a mischievous look.



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“There is no way in hell I’m trying on a pair of leather pants Carter!” Not with this raging hard-on anyway. Is she crazy?



Oh.



Damn!



Her mouth! Hot and wet...and did I mention...wet and hot? Fuck, that mirror is cold on my ass, but am I going to complain? Uh-uh. Nope. Nada. No. Ne. Nyet. Can’t help but stare at her exposed neck and the vivid red marks that were left by my teeth. God, I marked her like a damn animal. Brain shutting down now.



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Well, that shut him up! I think I may have hurt him; I yanked his pants and shorts down so fast. Wow. Talk about a Major General! Oh yeah, baby, and its mine...all mine!



She sucked gently at the head, taking care to tickle the small slit with her tongue. The pre-come dripped out and she savored its saltiness. Taking more of him into her mouth, she heard him gulp and begin to breathe heavily. Smirking against his dick made him squirm, especially when she started to stroke his sac. The squeaking sound of his skin against the mirror was intoxicating! Nibbling her way towards the base of his dick, she alternated between biting the silky flesh and spreading her saliva and his fluids around. He was definitely making some lovely noises. Growls, moans, sighs, and grunts. Very male, very gratifying.



Matter of fact the only thing spoiling this completely perfect situation was his damn t-shirt. Earlier, she’d been happy that it was longer, but now it just kept flopping in her face and getting in the way. Exasperated, she released him with a slurp and rose to her feet; quickly shucking off his jacket she pulled the offensive garment over his head and tossed it aside.



“Wha...?”



“In the way.”



After she planted a searing kiss on his lips, he made no more comments other than to moan as she abandoned them to trail her tongue down his neck and on to his chest, paying attention to the multiple scars he bore. The evidence of how many times she’d nearly lost him. Down to his abdomen, where it was apparent that the softer life of DC had taken its toll, but that didn’t make him any less alluring. Actually it brought home the reality of the situation. This was no young model-type, no dream-like fantasy. This was the very real man that she’d adored for years. This was Jack, living proof of the audacity of mankind. She fought back the wave of grief for their lost time, and trailed down his thigh to his damaged knee. God, he was gorgeous in his imperfection.



“Car...ter...stop...dickin’...round...dammit....”



“Sorry, sir....”



Oops, hmm, now that was an interesting sound. I wonder if they have security cameras back here and if Sven will give me a copy? His noises were driving her crazy, every sound sending a twinge to her core. She’d been wet before from her orgasm outside and now she could feel the dampness soaking through the leather crotch.



She left his beautiful kneecap and ended up back at his balls. God, they were tight. After replacing her teeth with a hand, she kissed along the underside of his shaft, following the bulging vein to the tip and twisting her tongue into a u-shape sucked him deeply into her throat.



She felt his hands grasp the back of her head as he started pumping into her mouth and then all of a sudden he froze.



“Wait...stop...not like...”



“Yes, like this” she mumbled around him, “Exactly like this” and determinedly bobbed her head up and down.



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The vibrations of her voice against his dick was the last straw, and he had to bite his lip from yelling out loud as he came into her tight, hot, and very wet mouth. Instead the noise he expelled was a cross between a grunt and a whimper. God, the things this woman did to him.



His body quivered in the aftermath, his pulse pounding, and he couldn’t quite catch his breath. His knees were clearly about to buckle, the only thing keeping him upright against the mirror at the moment was blatant male vanity. There was no way he was gonna collapse on top of Carter. Well, at least not in a dressing room anyway.



Realizing he was still in her mouth, he opened his eyes to see her licking him clean. Damn that was sexy as hell, and it made his cock twitch. He frowned down at himself. You. Stop it. I just got rid of you! I’m an old man, gimme a break for Christ’s sake!



Finally she seemed to be done, because she backed away from him, using his t-shirt to wipe her face. Gratefully, he used the space to twist and sink down onto the bench attached to the side wall.



Catching her staring at him, he lifted his arm in invitation for her to snuggle up next to him; she didn’t waste any time taking him up on it. Thank god. He didn’t think he could bear watching her ogle him openly. Not with him sitting there slouched over, completely spent, belly hanging out, butt-naked, his pants around his ankles and under the notoriously bad lighting of a fitting room.



She looked beautiful and very aroused. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, and hair tousled endearingly while he looked like...a grandpa. This was so not how he planned their first night together to be. He’d actually made a plan...and a list...and now it was all shot to hell. Damn his lack of control. He was acting like a frickin’ teenager instead of like an AF General in charge of the safety of the ENTIRE planet!



But how could he complain? Why was he being so maudlin? Damn, Carter had just given him an amazing blow job and he was whining that it wasn’t romantic enough? That it wasn’t on his itinerary? Get a grip O’Neill.



Now, say something wonderful to the woman that you love. She’s waiting for your reaction and you’re just sitting here with your thumb up your ass.



“God, I love you” ok, that wasn’t wonderful...that was a cop out. The truth, but still, you can do better than that.



“I...” she started, but he held up his hand to stop her.



“You know, you didn’t have to do that, I could’ve waited.” All right, that was a little better.



“I wanted...”



“I know,” he interrupted her again, “and wow, it was truly incredible, but I meant what I said earlier in the bar. This...” he waved his hand between them “...is more important than sex.” Cha-ching! Jackpot! If that isn’t romantic, then what the hell is?



Then he leaned over and scorched her mouth with a kiss, throwing all his unexpressed emotions of the past years in for flavor. By the time they came up for air, she was sitting in his lap, tears running down her face while he had an idiotic grin plastered across his.



He’d barely had time to dry her face with his shirt again when he heard a discreet cough from outside the door.



“Ahem, Sweetness? Are you ok in there? I thought I heard someone fall.”



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“Umm, yeah, we’re ok. You must have heard Jack bump into the wall trying to get these pants on.” She called out, blushing furiously, “we’ll be out in just a minute or so.” Sven shuffled off and she smacked Jack on the arm.



“What? What did I do? I wasn’t the one who....” he smirked, arching an eyebrow.



“C’mon flyboy, lets go.” She said, rolling her eyes at him and standing up.



She pulled the tag off a black t-shirt that she’d thrown on the floor and handed it to him in exchange for his used one. He looked pretty damn cute with a skull stretched across his chest and his dick still waving in the breeze, so to speak.



He finished dressing and they walked arm in arm to the register where she handed Sven her credit card to pay for their purchases. Jack nuzzled her neck while she waited to sign the receipt. Sven mouthed for her to call him later, but she just said, “well, we’ll see you up at camp in a few days right?”



“Oh yeah, sure, see you up there. It was nice to finally get to meet you Jack.”



Shooting him a look, Jack replied “Sven” in a tone that said ‘I don’t care if you are gay, if you ever lay another hand on her I’ll beat you into a bloody pulp’. Somehow, Sven understood him perfectly.



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By unspoken agreement, Sam abandoned the rest of her original plans so that she and Jack could go back to the hotel, picking up his Hummer along the way. As they entered the lobby, he made sure that an arm was draped possessively about her waist to forestall any other person she may know from coming up and mauling her in front of him.



Surprisingly, nothing happened on the way up to her suite. Even though the hotel was lavish enough to have a cushioned bench in the elevator and they were all alone for the few minutes it took to get to the twentieth floor; not a nibble, not a smooch, not one single caress. Go figure. Hmm. Nerves seemed to be setting in.



She tried to pull away as she slid the key card to unlock the door, but he hovered behind her making sure to keep contact. Regrettably, as soon as she stepped across the threshold, she managed to get several feet of space between them. He dumped his duffel bag in the living area as her stomach growled loudly across the silence that had descended on them.



“Hungry?” he asked.



She just nodded, so he told her, “I’ll order room service. You want to go take a shower or something?”



She nodded again, retreating to the bedroom where she grabbed one of her bags and disappeared into the bathroom.



Jack picked up the phone, ordering enough food to feed an army. Then sat down on the bed and stared at the door separating him from a completely naked, tattoo-covered Samantha Carter. Despite their escapades tonight he’d only gotten glimpses of her tantalizing skin.



He shook his head to push that image to the back of his mind, needing to think clearly. Following her back in the Hummer had obviously given her the time to either have second thoughts or allow embarrassment to set in. Probably both. What to do? Plan B...or maybe C? Actually, what’d be better would be to go back to Plan A. Cool. He liked Plan A. His line of attack determined, he put it into action, thankful that he had brought most of the items he required with him. Good ole’ Plan A!



Everything was just about finished when their order arrived. After getting it set up just right in the living area, he knocked lightly on the bathroom door and stepped in without waiting for her response.



“Food’s here” he said, pleased that she hadn’t locked the door. She was sitting in the Jacuzzi bathtub, up to her neck in bubbles, staring at him. Ignoring her wariness, he stripped out of his clothes and added them to the pile she’d left on the floor.



“I’m gonna take a quick shower” he said calmly as he reached in to the adjacent shower stall and turned on the water. He glanced at her and saw that she was staring at his groin. Good. He needed her hot and bothered. She always did think too much. Right now, less was better.



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Oh my god, what have I done?



Suddenly weak in the knees, she leaned against the bathroom door for support. Had she really just performed oral sex on Jack O’Neill? In a fitting room? Without even asking him? She’d just forced him back...and holy hannah! Staggering over to the sink she gazed at the stranger in the mirror. She looked pretty much the same as when she’d left her house, except her hair was a mess and her lipstick was gone. Groaning, she knew just when it’d worn off.



Grabbing a washcloth and cleanser, she scrubbed her face until it felt raw. Peeling off her clothes she left them lying where they fell before starting the tub to fill. Sam jumped into the shower, shampooing her hair and sluicing away the sweat of the day. She cleaned herself ruthlessly, striving to avoid any further arousal. Didn’t work, but at least she’d tried.



The hot bath felt like heaven on her sore muscles, which had stiffened from the drive up. She tried to regain control of her thoughts by meditating like Teal’c had shown her and letting the soothing bath salts work their magic. Sitting there so long that her hair had practically dried, she’d almost succeeded too. Until Jack had sauntered in and undressed so casually, like it was no big deal, like he did it in front of her every day.



But it was a big deal, and she couldn’t do anything but stare when she saw the red smudges of her lipstick scattered all over his body. Most of the smears were ‘you-know-where’. Mortified, her face flushed bright pink and she looked up at his face in horror, but he was concentrating on getting the shower water the right temperature and wasn’t paying any attention to her.



Sam watched him as he stepped through the glass door and into the spray, keeping his back to her, and lathered up. His ass so muscular and inviting that it just begged to be licked. Jack turned to rinse off, giving her an eyeful of his body as rivulets of water washed away the soap bubbles. She noticed that he never opened his eyes, never looked back at her, he just focused on getting clean. She was grateful for that. Sighing quietly, she admitted to herself that he was absolutely the most beautiful man in the universe, that she was in love with him, and always had been.



All right, reality check time. He’s no longer your CO. He loves you. You love him. You’ve been headed towards this for the past gazillion years. Stop being such a ‘fraidy cat and enjoy it. Smiling slightly, she thought that Daniel had the perfect saying for this exact moment, carpe diem-seize the day.



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It was taking every ounce of self-control he had not to look at her; he could feel her eyes on him. He was mentally scrolling through his ‘list of unsavory topics’ in an attempt to keep his desire in check. The last thing he needed right now was to put her on guard more than she already was, and his dick standing at attention would do just that.



Making his little show provocative while hurrying as fast as he could took some creative effort. He made quick work of his hair, and shut the water off. Stepping out he toweled off before he dripped all over the floor. Running it over his head caused his hair to spike out in a million directions. He made sure that the towel was wrapped securely around his waist, before he took one of the hotel bathrobes that was hanging on the back of the door and stalked over to the tub. Holding it open for her to step into, he finally looked at her.



“C’mon, the food’s getting cold and you’re getting all pruny.”



He maintained eye contact as she exited the bath and he helped her into the robe. His warm breath sent goose bumps down her body as it brushed across her damp skin. As she leaned back into him he placed a chaste kiss on one of the marks he’d made earlier. Pulling back from her, he grabbed the other robe and wrapped it around his body, dropping the damp towel from underneath.



“Ladies first,” he said, opening the door and making a sweeping motion as if to usher her out.



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The first thing she noticed was that the lights were off. The glow of candlelight cast shadows on the walls, creating a cozy atmosphere. Second, there was soft music coming from the bedroom stereo. She turned her head, giving him a puzzled look, but he just said “Food. Getting cold” and gave her a gentle nudge to get her moving again. Shrugging, she complied and walked into the next room.



Laid out was a romantic supper. Well, if you consider every entrée on the menu spread out in a picnic feast, complete with wine and fine china, in front of the couch romantic. She most certainly did. Blinking rapidly, she tried to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.



“Didn’t know what you wanted, so I got everything,” he whispered.



This time she turned completely around and threw her arms around his neck. Bringing her mouth only inches from his, she breathed, “I’ve already got everything I want right here”.



Her lips reached towards his. It was an incredibly tender moment. That is until her stomach chose at that exact moment to growl again, loudly. Dammit.



“Somehow, I don’t think I quite believe you,” he chuckled, holding her tightly.



“Guess, I’ll just have to prove it to you then,” she responded, her eyes flashing with desire, “but first, I think we should eat. After all, you wouldn’t want that incredibly delicious looking steak to get cold now would you?”



She loved it when he groaned. She’d have to make him do that again. After she ate.

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They settled down on the cushions and pillows he had tossed on the floor, diving into the food as neither one had eaten since lunch. Finally full, they leaned against each other, quietly enjoying the moment. Without warning, a flash of white light surrounded them and they were instantly transported aboard an Asgard ship.



Sam froze, startled, giving Jack enough time to wrap his arms around her holding her down.



“Don’t panic Carter, it’s ok.”



“It’s ok? What? Why? What do you mean its ok?” she asked, struggling against his embrace.



“If you’ll let me explain....”



“Jack O’Neill! What are you up to!” she asked in a tone that boded nothing good for his future physical well-being.



“If you promise to listen, and not hit me, I’ll let go”



She gave a terse nod and he released her. She jumped up, and nervously tightened the belt to her bathrobe. Rising a bit more slowly, he winced as his knees popped loudly in the sudden stillness. Walking over to the wall that was more window than substance, he gestured for her to join him.



“I can’t ever get enough of this view.” He said gazing out at the earth before them.



She shot him a withering look, but responded honestly, “Yeah, it always takes my breath away.”



“You take my breath away.”



“Jaack....”



“Car...Samantha, just....listen, please.” He begged, pausing to see if she would. She nodded slightly, fixating on him with an annoyed glare.



“I have something I want to say, so please, let me get it all out and then you can say or do whatever you want.” He turned from the window to face her, taking a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of his robe.



“I wrote this after...you know the whole ‘leave it in the room’ fiasco. I should never have left it like that...but that’s not what I wanted to say. I wrote this for you, for us, and I’ve wanted to share it with you since then, but just haven’t been able to find the right time.”



He cleared his throat nervously, “I have to preface this by saying that I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, which you’ll be able to tell in about two seconds.” His hands shook as he read:



“To feel, but not to show

That I have peace only

In your presence”



His eyes lifted from the page, locking onto hers, as he quoted the rest:



“To sacrifice, but not to relinquish

The gift bestowed on me

Of your never-failing love



To dread, but not to deny

The prevailing forces

That keep us apart



To see, but not to touch

Your hands, your face,

Your lips, your soul



To love, but not to tell

The world of the joy

You instill in me



To live, but not to breathe

Without you forever

By my side



To anticipate, but not to doubt

That ultimately, one incredible day

You will be my wife.”



He bent down on one knee, his hand reaching into his pocket again, and retrieved a glittering diamond ring.



“Samantha? Will you marry me?”



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At first, she’d been utterly furious with him. He’d planned this whole thing and hadn’t even bothered to warn her, surprise indeed! But then, he’d gotten all nervous and boyishly cute and she still hadn’t been able to tell what he was up to.



The logical part of her brain knew that he wouldn’t have them gallivanting around space in bathrobes if there was any danger, but the emotional side was completely bent out of shape that he ruined the perfectly lovely mood they had going.



Then, he started reading the poem, hesitantly, in a voice that was soft and gravelly and she’d turned into absolute mush, tears streaming down her face.



“Yes Jack. Yes, I’ll marry you.” She answered, diving on top of him and bowling him over.



The man was incorrigible. He’d taken her on a rollercoaster ride of emotions this entire evening: from rage to tranquility, from desire to tenderness and back again. She loved him desperately, and would never, ever get enough of him. God help her survive their marriage. God help her not to kill him in the process.



Jack ripped his lips from hers to yell, “Ok, Thor, you can send us back now.”



“As you wish O’Neill. May I be the first to congratulate you and Colonel Carter on your upcoming nuptials.” The Asgards’ disembodied voice floated through the air.



They both grinned and thanked him but right before the light flashed to send them back Sam thought she heard Thor add, “It’s about damn time.” Surely not.



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The Supreme Commander thoughtfully beamed them down onto the bed instead of back into the living room. Was that supposed to be the Asgard equivalent to ‘get a room’? Either way, Jack thought it was pretty cool, much better than ending up on the floor. Carter was nestled against him and he was still holding the ring. That needed to be remedied.



Pulling her hand from around his waist, he slid the ring onto her finger and sighed. He’d waited a very long time to do that.



Looking at his ring on her hand sent tremors of desire from the tip of his head to the bottom of his feet. She’d said yes. SHE’D SAID YES! His heart felt like it was about to burst from joy and a wide grin enveloped his face.



Beginning with the hand he was still holding, he kissed his way up her arm, shoving her sleeve up as he went. Soon the fabric was bunched up and he couldn’t reach any further. He leaned back and untied the belt and caused the robe to gape open exposing her body to him.



“God Carter, you’re so beautiful!” He marveled. “So perfect.”



His eyes turned black as night as he devoured her with his gaze. Fixating on her body art, he asked what they meant. As she explained, he traced each design with one long, slender finger.



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Rolling onto her stomach and ridding herself completely of the robe, she answered him, desperately trying to keep her voice calm as he caressed her skin and ignited a fire in her belly.



“Well, going in order of when I chose them. The Harley one on my shoulder is obvious. The strip of daisies across my lower back is for my mom, they were her favorite flower. The pyramid at the top of my butt is for Daniel. Because you know what a pain the ass he can be. Got it the year he ascended.”



She flipped back over and continued, getting more and more breathless with each touch. “The one on my ankle is for T-it’s his symbol. There’s a company online that will make a tattoo out of any drawing you send in. The ring of roses, I got when Janet...and the the eagle...in the...flag...” she halted, suddenly lacking air as Jack replaced his finger with his lips and tongue. “...above...my...heart...is...for...my...dad.”



“And this one?” He muttered against her skin working his way down to where her hip bone protruded out. “Who’s this one for?”



“Which...one?” she asked her eyes glazed over from the sensations he was causing.



“This one right here.” He answered, biting the skin next to it.



“Oh, the...fisherman.”



“Yeah Carter, the fisherman on the dock under the pine tree. Who’s he for?”



“He’s you.”



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The noise that erupted from Jack’s throat at Sam’s admission could only be described as animalistic. She was his, totally and completely his. And mother of god, he hadn’t even touched any of her erogenous zones yet. Well, hadn’t spent any time on the major ones anyway.



Staring down at her as she writhed in anticipation, he flashed a feral, possessive grin. She looked like she was about to come just from a few minutes of simple foreplay, basic foreplay, hardly any to speak of really. He hadn’t touched her clit, hadn’t sucked on her neck, and had barely scraped a nipple with his teeth. Oh, this was going to be so much fun!



Kneeling upright on the bed, he tossed aside his robe. He leaned over to grab the stereo remote off of the nightstand and selected a song from the CD that was still playing. Sam inched open her eyes at the loss of the incredible sensations his mouth was generating.



“Jack, don’t stop,” she whimpered.



“Never, Carter. I will never stop.” He promised as he shifted position to lie between her legs, his weight settling on her solidly. Damn but he loved to feel her wriggle beneath him, trying to get his erection off her belly and closer to her entrance. Her sighs and slight mews of displeasure because he wasn’t moving as fast as she wanted intoxicated him.



The slow, sultry tones of Michael Buble singing “Feeling Good” began to play. Telling himself to stop ogling his future wife and get down to the business of pleasuring her, he lowered his lips to hers. Oh yeah, he was feeling really good.



Birds flyin' high,

You know how I feel

Sun in the sky,

You know how I feel

Breeze driftin' on by,

You know how I feel



It’s a new dawn,

It’s a new day,

It’s a new life for me



Yeah, it’s a new dawn

It’s a new day

It’s a new life for me,

And I'm feeling good





His mouth slanted over hers, barely touching at first. The whisper of his touch made Sam moan.



“Please.”



Taking her lower lip in between his, he pulled gently, before increasing the force as he drew it completely into his mouth. Delving deeper, his tongue stole in between her parted lips sweeping across her teeth and tongue, drawing her mouth into a smooth dance, showing her how much he craved their union.



Fish in the sea,

You know how I feel

River runnin' free

You know how I feel

Blossom on the tree

You know how I feel



It’s a new dawn,

It’s a new day,

It’s a new life for me,

And I'm feelin’ good



Continuing to kiss her, he kept his hands off of her. Grasping the fabric of the blanket to resist the urge to stroke her he pressed his hard length against her, reveling in the feeling of her silky skin nestling his cock. He could feel the wetness seeping from her. God, she felt good.



Dragonfly out in the sun

You know what I mean, don’t you know

Butterflies all havin' fun

You know what I mean

Sleepin' in peace when day is done

That's what I mean



And this old world

Is a new world

And a bold world for me



Stars when you shine

You know how I feel

Scent of the pine

You know how I feel

Oh freedom is mine,

And I know how I feel



It’s a new dawn,

It’s a new day,

It’s a new life for me



It’s a new dawn,

It’s a new day,

It’s a new life



It’s a new life for meeee

And I’m feeeelin’ so gooood

I’m feelin good

I feel so good

I feeeel so good.



Giving his full attention back to her mouth, he pulled back slightly. Nibbling along the corners of her mouth he made his way to the bony ridge of her eyebrows. The light nips and sucks he gave along the way making her pant heavily. Dropping down to her earlobe, he bit down hard causing a shriek to escape from her lips. He watched as her eyes tried to flutter open, but failed. She bit her lips trying to control the sounds emerging.



Continuing on to her neck, the next song came on. Not quite as soulful, but oh so fitting. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly for just a moment, reining in his volatile emotions. This was not the time to lose it. Not yet.





For once in my life I got someone who needs me

Someone I've needed so long

For once, unafraid, I can go where life leads me

and somehow I know I'll be strong



For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of

Long before I knew

Someone warm like you

Could make my dreams come true



For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me

Not like it’s hurt me before

For once, I have someone I know won't desert me

I'm not alone anymore



For once, I can say, this is mine, you can't take it

Long as I know I’ve got love, I can make it

For once in my life, I have someone who needs me



The song played on as he marked the blank canvas on the other side of her neck. It was only fitting that both sides should match. Fierce bites, aggravated by the sandpaper of his tongue, were soothed finally by his soft lips.





For once, I can say, this is mine, you can't take it

Long as I know I have love, I can make it

For once in my life, I’ve got someone who needs me



For once in my life,

I’ve got someone who needs me



For once in my life,

I’ve found someone who needs me



For once in my life,

I got someone who needs meee.



Moving back to her mouth, he thrust his tongue in forcefully. She was so close to the edge, he could feel it. He had to make the rest of this night beautiful for her, had to make up for his earlier crassness of what happened on the motorcycle. God she deserved more than that.



Her body shaking hard with need, he finally took his thumb and forefinger and pinched a nipple firmly causing her body to spasm out of control. Christ, she was exquisite when she came. Flushed, glistening with the sheen of sweat, her face tensing and then relaxing into release. He was almost shocked at how easily and quickly she came, wondering if she’d always been like this, or if it was just with him.





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Sam couldn’t move a muscle; she couldn’t utter a single sound. The blood roaring through her head drowned out whatever Jack seemed to be whispering against her cheek. Her eyes refused to cooperate as she attempted to blink away the flashing stars plastered on the inside of her eyelids. Blind, deaf, and mute, that’s what she was, and paralyzed. That’s what he’d done to her with just his mouth. Hail Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death....



Slowly, her sensations returned. The first thing she felt was his weight on top of her. God that felt unbelievably wonderful. Every inch of skin on skin contact sending flurries of tingling messages through her nerve endings. Second was his still very obvious, very hard dick poking into her abdomen. She might be able to do something proactive about that in a few more minutes, but at the moment she was still recovering from a debilitating climax. Her eyes finally obeyed her brain and were forced open only to become completely mesmerized in the pair of chocolate ones mere inches away.



At least she could hear him when he asked “You ok?”



Still incapable of speech, that took too many brain cells, she nodded her head a bit.



“Good, hold on.”



Hold on? Hold on to what? Her sanity? She couldn’t even move her arms, dear god, how was she supposed to hold on to anything? Following him with the only body part that was under her control, she watched as he slid down her body. The fine layer of perspiration that glimmered on her skin reducing the friction his chest hair was generating as he moved towards her lower half.



She observed as he angled his oh-so-talented tongue towards her folds. It was almost as if she wasn’t there, as if she were witnessing this happen to someone else. Until she felt it flick against her clit, and just like that she came again. Her back arched as her internal muscles contracted repeatedly. Unable to even generate a scream, she sucked an involuntary gasp of air into her lungs. Remaining frozen like that several moments, her brain overloaded with sensory input and shut down.





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“Carter! Carter, wake up!” His voice increased in volume when she didn’t respond. Goddammit!



She’d passed out. On the one hand, it was kind of scary. On the other, damn, was he good.



Jumping off the bed he strode into the bathroom, intent on acquiring a wet washcloth. As he returned, he could see that her eyes remained closed.



Half-lying, half-sitting next to her, he laid the cloth across her forehead and stroked her cheek.



“Oh Sweeeetneesss...c’mon Sweetness, wake up for me,” he cajoled several times, hoping the nickname would aggravate her into wakefulness. He knew his Colonel, because the first movement she made was to open her mouth and grumble,



“Don’t call me that.”



“How about Sleeping Beauty? Does that sit any better?” he teased.



“If I could move, I’d hit you!”



“Ah, you can’t move? Wonder why?” he said, beaming with male pride.



He held her like that for several minutes, turning the washcloth to the cool side every once in a while, making sure he didn’t touch her anywhere else. She needed to come down from her extreme high.



Trying to occupy his brain on something other than touching her or finally crawling on top and sinking completely into her, he asked,



“So, Carter. Not to be nosy, or ruin the moment, but have you...uh...always been like this?”



“Hmm? Like what?”



“Um, able to have the big ‘O’ at the drop of a hat.”



“Carter?” he asked again, when she didn’t answer.



“No. Just with you.”



His face was at war, his jaw trying to drop open at her admission, while his cheeks decided they needed to stretch into a big smile. He settled for gulping the spit that seemed to have accumulated instantly in his mouth and finally stuttered out,



“Christ, if I’d know that, I could’ve been having years of fun at the SGC! I could’ve had you going during briefings, coming in the mess hall, or screaming in your lab.”



“Trying to survive all that time on pins and needles around you was bad enough Jack; it wouldn’t have helped for you to add more fuel to the fire.”



“No, probably not, but it sure would have made me act on our feelings sooner. Jesus, if you’d come every time I touched you, I’d have been jealous enough to want to join in,” he confessed sheepishly.



She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Are you jealous enough to want to join in now?”



“God, yes! Just want to make sure that you’re conscious and able to enjoy the whole Jack O’Neill show.”



“Men!”



He continued to hold her, her body still shivering every so often.



“Let’s just listen to the music for a bit and calm down some, ok?”



“I’m sorry Jack! I don’t want you to have to wait,” she moped.



“Shh, it’s ok. I’m fine. Told ya twice already tonight. It ain’t about the sex, although it’s been amazing so far and only gonna get better. This is about us finally getting to express and share our feelings with each other. Don’t worry, I’ve had lots of practice learning how to survive a hard on around you. Besides, maybe you should start practicing that ‘love, honor, and OBEY’ vow.”



After she punched him in the stomach, she snuggled into his arms again.



“Ouch, damn, Carter,” he pouted.



“Just trying to be a dutiful fiancée and help my future husband out with his...umm, needs,” she giggled.



“I needed to be pummeled?”



“Needed a wake up call back to reality,” she smirked.



“Ah,” he grinned back at her.



They settled down, content in each other’s arms as a new song came on. This time the gritty sounds of Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald’s silky alto serenaded them.



It’s not the pale moon that excites me,

That thrills and delights me.

Oh no, it’s just the nearness of you.



It’s isn’t your sweet conversation

That brings this sensation.

Oh no, it’s just the nearness of you.



When you’re in my arms

And I feel you so close to me,

All my wildest dreams come true.



I need no soft light to enchant me.

If you’ll only grant me,

The right to hold you ever so tight,

And to feel in the night,

The nearness of you.



Apparently Sam had regained some functions, because she moved her arm onto his chest, her fingers playing with the graying hair above his sternum, the ring flashing a myriad of colors as the candlelight reflected off it. While that was originating some goose bumps, his eyes were glued to her elbow that was only a few inches above his dick which was straining for any kind of contact at this point. Shit. Control, O’Neill. Control. Think romance, not action.



“Where’d you get this CD? I’ve never seen one with these artists all together.”



“Burned it,” he gritted from between his teeth as her hand drifted lower.



“Mmm, really?”



“Uh huh.”



“When?”



“Few days ago when I was getting ready to come to Colorado.”



“You planned all this out?” She asked, astonished and rising up to look into his eyes.



“Yeah, well the ‘beam me up Scotty’ was spur of the moment. Didn’t know you were on your way to Sturgis. I’d planned to propose in the gate room. Had it all cleared with Landry too. Was gonna have the gate activate and have someone from the Alpha site toss the ring box through so it’d roll down the ramp. Then when we investigated....” he stopped explaining as she rammed her tongue down his throat.



He flipped them so he was lying on top again, dragging himself away from her lips he sighed, “You sure you’re ready for this?”



She nodded her head emphatically, and then proceeded to show him by wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her wetness against him.



Groaning loudly, he positioned the blunt tip at her entrance, “Tell me if it gets to be too much, promise!”



“Promise,” she breathed back, determined that it wouldn’t be.



Inch by agonizing inch he pushed inside of her. Trying to keep her arousal within limits for the time being. Scorching heat from her narrow core engulfed him once he was completely embedded in her. She was so ready. Like tinder for a fire. All layed out, ready for just one spark before igniting into a roaring blaze. Her juices flowed from her tight pussy all around him as he pulled back and then plunged up to the hilt again.



Keeping a moderate pace, sweat broke out all over his body. He wanted so badly to just close his eyes and pound into her madly, but he forced himself to concentrate on maintaining eye contact with her and taking it slow.



Analyzing every whimper she made, every pant of air she expelled. Determining that she was still ok, he shifted one of her legs over his arm, giving him a better angle. He was so close himself; he knew that he was on the verge of losing control.



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Oh god, he felt so...right. So perfect. She was in heaven. His large member stretching the walls of her vagina to an almost painful degree. But he was like a drug. She wanted more. She wanted him harder. Faster.



After moving her other leg to his shoulder his thrusts sped up. She managed to gasp “harder” at one point, and he obliged immediately. Soon she could tell that he had lost control and wasn’t holding back from her. He drove into her, slamming into her cervix over and over.



She held on as long as she could before exploding around his rigid dick. Her pulsating muscles drew him along in the tide and she felt more than heard him bellow as he flooded her womb with his seed before collapsing on top of her.



After giving each other a few minutes to recover, they maneuvered around to a dry and comfortable spot. Nestling close, she pressed a gentle kiss on his neck. He reciprocated with a squeeze from his encircling arm and a brush of his lips across her hair. They both drifted off, the sounds of Ella’s voice radiating in the background.



It’s very clear; our love is here to stay.

Not for a year, but forever and a day.

The radio, the telephone, and the movies that we know

May just be passing fancies and in time may go.

But oh my dear, our love is here to stay



Together we’re going a long, long way.

In time the rockets may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble.

They’re only made of clay,

But our love is here to stay.

Is here to stay.







Author's Notes:

I call my original poem ‘Not, Until Now’

“Feeling Good” and “For Once In My Life” as sung by Michael Buble (Reprise) (originally recorded by Nina Simone and Stevie Wonder, respectively). No copyright infringement intended

“The Nearness of You” and “Our Love Is Here to Stay” as sung by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong