Music for Airports

Chapter Four.

Jack returned to the cabin, shirt back on from the cooling day, and found Carter sitting on his couch, looking through some nature books he'd brought years back, when he was still learning the area. The sun was close to setting behind the trees and mountains, and she'd lit a few candles in the surrounding area to read by.

"I have lamps, you know," he told her, as he reached into the fridge for a now-cold beer.

"I know, I just liked the candle light, it goes so well with the interior in here. Can you grab one of those for me, sir?"

"Sam, I think we need to dispense with the 'sir' now. If you do that, I'll drop the 'Carter.'"

She laughed, "Okay, it's a deal. All these years, it's hard to call you Jack."

He opened her beer and handed it to her, wincing at the pain in his hand from callouses. He looked at them, and they were red, a bit sore, but no open wounds. Not bad for not having done such physical labor in a while. She set the proffered beer down and took his hand, sat him down next to her.

"Jack, I knew you'd overdo it out there, trying to prove something to yourself. Here, let me see that," and she ran her finger over his palm. Now it was her turn. She pulled his big hand to her mouth, and softly kissed the palm, blew on it, rubbed it delicately with her fingers. She was the one sending tingles down the arm now. He was so close, she could again get his man-scent from him, that wonderful commingling of sweat, sunlight, aftershave, muskiness, that drove women wild. Pheromones, she thought scientifically to herself. I like pheromones, when they're his.

She didn't go so far as to kiss up the length of his arm, but as she kissed his palm lightly, he rested his other hand on her back, her shoulder. His hands were big enough to do that on her small frame, and she loved it, covering her like that, almost possessively. Of course it's possessive, I'm his, he can do with me as he wants. But she knew he'd never take advantage, that this was something they both wanted. He couldn't hurt her. Ever. Just like he freely talked to her about Charlie and the ex-wife. She had gained that trust as well as so many other trusts over their time together on the team.

As they sat like that, Sam finished with her personal doctoring of his sore palm, Jack heard a sound.

"Was that your stomach??" he exclaimed, laughing. It had betrayed her in this quiet moment in the dwindling daylight.

She chuckled back, "Guilty. Maybe we should think about throwing something over to eat. How does a sandwich and salad sound? Quick and easy to fix, nothing too heavy." She saw understanding in his eyes. Don't get too tired, too sore, and don't get too full. Yes. He knew what was going to happen tonight.

He abruptly stood, wincing just a second from the stiffness already beginning to settle into his muscles and joints. "Yowch, I think I need that shower. How about you start the food and I'll grab a quick one?"

She turned toward the kitchen, and felt those lips on the nape of her neck again, from behind. Did he read minds? Did he know how that affected her so, made her so she couldn't think straight? With her short hair, he hardly had to do anything, just brush the wispy curls that lined her head aside and nibble. He put his hands on her shoulders, again, and nuzzled the hair aside, ran his lips over her smooth skin.

"Ah, that gives me tingles, Jack! We're supposed to be fixing dinner, taking a shower."

"Stolen kisses, I told you!" he patted her quickly on the ass, not lingering there as he wanted to, to push her along. "I'll be back in a bit."

She set about laying the sandwich makings out on the counter, chopping up vegetables for the salad, and heard the shower running. Better not turn on the water, in this older place, it'd probably freeze him. She heard a suspicious sound from the bathroom.... Jack O'Neill? Singing? The mind boggled. She listened more closely, cocking her ear toward the bathroom. Hmm, he didn't sound bad. Not bad at all. A rich, full baritone. Yet another aspect of Jack O'Neill she was learning. And she loved the song he was singing, "Kiss You All Over." Was he trying to tell her something?

As she proceeded with the chopping and skinning, her mind began to wander to what was going on in there. Jack. Naked. Shower. Wet. Soap. My goodness. Probably doing one of those quickie military showers servicemen and women learn to do: Wet down, soap up, rinse off. Fast and efficient. Conserves water. Gets him clean so they can move on to the rest of the evening. She'd had a shower this morning, while Jack had watched the morning news, maybe even wondering the same thing she was wondering now. That seemed lifetimes ago to her, so much had happened since then. Since before then, too, that first kiss in the morning light. That memory was forever burned into her mind. She should grab a shower, too, she realized. It was his second shower of the day, after all. She hadn't gone so far as to chop wood, but she felt grubby from her inside housework, from stacking the firewood. She'd shower while he ate his supper.

She decided to get her dinner down, and made a sandwich, threw some salad into a bowl, topped it off with dressing, and sat by the candlelight to eat, beer at hand still. She was halfway finished when she heard a yell from the bathroom. The shower had stopped.

"Samantha!" Jack yelled.

She ran to the door, "Jack?"

"I forgot a towel, can you fetch me one?"

She reached into the linen closet she'd just stocked and pulled out a fresh, big bath towel. She put her hand on the doorknob, "Are you decent?" she said, chuckling.

"Of course I'm not decent, woman, I don't have a towel! Hand it here, the door's not locked."

She opened the door, and he leaned halfway out to grab the towel from her. Steam poured out of the room into the cooler hallway, and came off of his hot, wet, dripping body as well. She tried not to be obvious, well too obvious, like this morning, but she couldn't keep her eyes from drifting up and down. Nothing too revealing showing, just foot to leg to thigh, to hips... to stomach, chest, arms, shoulder. Hips. The way his thigh melted into his hip fascinated her, he was so trim, so muscular. Runner's thighs he had, well developed. She took all this in as quickly as she could, as he continued to stand there, holding the towel not too close to him. When she looked up again, he was grinning at her, another one of those "You like?" looks.

"Really, Carter, you act like you've never seen a naked guy before," winking, closing the door.

She finished her half-eaten sandwich and salad, and downed the beer. By the time she was done, he was too, and emerged from the bathroom fresh, scrubbed and glowing.

"That did wonders for my sore muscles, the water felt great," he told her.

"It's my turn now, I feel like a crud. All the sandwich and salad makings are on the counter, why don't you fix something while I shower?" She made a deliberate point of getting her own towel, her ditty bag, and clean clothes, and shut the door.

"There should still be some hot water in there!" Jack yelled.

Again, like this morning, he pondered what was going on in there. Wet, soapy Sam. Sweet. Being a guy, he couldn't help think about such things, especially with a woman as beautiful as Sam Carter. And she was in his cabin, his shower. She was his.

He hoped this evening didn't feel contrived to her, too set up, too planned. He still didn't know, or really care, if it would end up with them making love. The mere fact they were here, alone, together, in his most special spot, was enough for him. Jack didn't want her to feel rushed or obliged to do anything. Even if they just kicked back on the couch, watched a roaring fire, sipped on some beer, and fell asleep in each others' arms, that would be just fine. Fine indeed.

He didn't want her to think they had to make love tonight, before the guys showed up tomorrow. SG-1 shared everything. He suspected Daniel and T had already figured out what was going to happen tonight. Daniel could be a little dense. Like Sam, though, Jack hadn't missed Daniel's not-too-well-hidden grin yesterday in the cafeteria. T was well over 100 years old, he knew the score on way more than he revealed. Naw, the guys knew.

Jack had to grin to himself, as he finished off his food and beer. Typical guy, he felt rather puffed up inside, thinking about the possible conquest tonight. He wasn't so crass as to brag to the guys about what was likely to happen, but he wasn't going to hide it, nor be ashamed about it. Not much of a conquest, since he'd won Sam heart, soul and spirit a long time ago. Now he'd win the rest of her. Possibly. If it went that way.

He grinned even wider when he heard a sweet, delicate voice come from the bathroom. Samantha? Singing? He'd never imagined her singing. He was surprised to hear it was the same song he'd been singing in the shower. Oh God, she heard me! he thought, and blushed a little to himself. Ah well, take me, take my singing. Package deal.

While she finished in the bathroom, he went out to the truck to get the rest of their stuff. He'd brought along his portable boombox and some CD's. He had to admit he didn't really know what type of music she favored. He liked a big variety of music, many oldies. She was little when he was in high school, in college, but she could've grown up listening to the same stuff, although he wasn't so stuck in his past that he didn't learn more current stuff. Here they'd known one another so long, become so close, yet there were whole new aspects of each other to learn. Jack loved the mystery that was Sam, the "getting to know you" stage they were in.

She left the bathroom as he was setting up the boombox, and went to stand by him. He picked up her scent, that wonderful lavender soap again. Subtle, delicate, not overwhelming to his senses. She started flipping through the stack of CD's.

"I figured with no TV or DVD player, we could listen to music, light a fire, kick back and have a beer, maybe even dance a little," he told her. He watched her reaction as she picked through the disks. Some scowls, some smiles, some neutral expressions.

She held up one, "This is one of my favorites, we can listen to it over and over."

He had to smile. "Brian Eno, Music for Airports. Perfect.""

He kissed the top of her head, "I love you." He'd been waiting to say it. Hadn't planned it, it just burst from him unannounced.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, rested her head on his chest, "I love you, too. As if you didn't know" She smiled up at him, the reflection of the love in her eyes.

They separated enough to look at one another, arms enfolding. He didn't want to let go, but the fire needed to be started. It got cold mighty fast up here at this time of year, and that's a worry he didn't want to have.

"I'll go grab some firewood, if you put the music on," Jack told her, heading out the back door.

The fire started quickly, it was good seasoned wood from his storage shed and had been remarkably dry all Winter. He took the chance to stand in front of it with Sam, swaying to the soft gentle music of Brian Eno, taking in her presence, her warmth.

He released her, and walked around the living room, did a little stretching routine like athletes do, groaning a bit. "That shower was great, but the stiffness is settling in again. I need to move a bit more. Want a beer? Maybe that'll relax me a bit." He walked to the fridge, and grabbed two when she nodded assent. It was good beer, a real German beer, not that Colorado crap they favored so much here. Didn't leave a harsh taste or wicked buzz later. Smoothe.

He used a bottle opener this time, to save the callouses on his palms some grief, and handed her one.

"Would liniment help, like you suggested earlier? Or should I just give you a good shoulder and back rub?" she asked, after that first foamy taste of beer.

"How about the rub only, that tiger balm I've got smells like hell."

Moving on, thought Jack, and it's her doing the moving. Sweet. "Here, let me get comfy, no use getting a good massage if I'm in an awkward position." He sat on the floor, on the soft foot rug in front of the couch, with her legs on both sides of him. He propped his elbows up on her knees, to relax his stiff shoulder and neck muscles, and leaned into her. She was close, very close; his back was tingling, knowing how close he was to her body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, like he'd done earlier, leaned toward his ear and softly whispered, "As much as I like you there, it's hard to rub your back when you're that close." As long as she was there, she might sneak a little nibble on him, and kissed his tender earlobe. He reacted by pulling his arms closer to him, sandwiching himself between her knees and thighs. And oh man, how good those thighs felt there, so close, he could feel the heat coming off of them, off her body, her torso, her mouth next to his ear. Body heat was wonderful, and seemed to be magnified by a roaring fire. She continued to kiss his earlobe, and delicately breathing into his ear, then took the lobe into her mouth and gently sucked on it. The soft, wet tongue on his skin was almost unbearable. He felt himself reacting to it, shifted his legs to a more comfortable position.

"Getting uncomfortable, Jack?" she sighed into his ear.

"In a very good way, yes," he softly said back, leaning his head into her breasts, feeling her press against him as she continued working on the earlobe. Without pulling back, she switched to the other ear to give it some attention, and when she was done with that, proceeded to work down the curve of his neck. And his head was still there, she could feel her hard nipples pushing into the back of his head. He enjoyed feeling the cushiony firmness, but it wasn't his hair he wanted touching them, so he slowly let go of her thighs, and turned around to face her, still on the floor, propped up on his knees.

She'd put on a soft comfortable sweater after her shower, and some loose-fitting slacks, and she was barefoot. The sweater hung off her in such a perfect way, that Jack again couldn't help but stare and admire her lovely breasts, now eye level to him. Oh, my he thought. She is just so perfect in every way, I sometimes can't believe it's possible! Still on his knees, he put his hands on her hips, partly around her narrow waist, looked up into her face for a moment to see if he was about to be too forward, too presumptuous. She pulled his head closer for a second to give him a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips, then let him go, like she was granting him permission. He so wanted to explore her body, slowly, deliberately, taking in every curve, every detail. He reached up under her sweater, to rub his hands over her soft, smooth back, feeling the muscles underneath. He knew from the dance earlier that she wore no bra, so he didn't have that to fight with. Just this sweater covering the unrevealed mystery that was Sam.

Sam was his now, they'd said those three magic words. That had brought them to yet another level, one not reached earlier this morning. Was it really just this morning? What a glorious day this had been, just being together, working, smiling, stealing kisses. A glorious day leading into a spectacular night. The question of whether they were going to make love or not had been answered, in the dance, in the song he sang to her, for her. That was the beginning of making love, that's when the words had been spoken. Funny phrase, that... making love. They'd made the love over the last several years. All that time almost seemed worth it, if it led to where it was leading now. It was time.

As his hands continued to rub her back, gently at times, roughly at others, he buried his face in her cleavage, to linger there for a moment. Take your time, O'Neill, no hurry, savor, taste this moment. He could feel the roundness of her, the warmth, the scent. He carefully started to lift the sweater up off of her body, pulling back to see her face. Her eyes were closed as she lost herself in the sensation of his big hands. Ah, she was enjoying this immensely. That got him even more turned on, like earlier today. He always liked knowing the woman was having fun as well, he was never one of those wham-bam-thank ya ma'am kinda guys.

The main reason, though, for pulling back, was so he could see her in all her glory, firelight making her white skin glow. He got the sweater off, tussling her hair a bit, and sat back, looking at her, his hands resting on her knees. When he stopped, she opened her eyes and looked down, totally open and free, not feeling coy or bashful at all. He looked at her, afraid to touch, just wanting to soak the whole scene in. Her breasts were beyond compare, natural, firm, pink-tipped like he'd seen through that sheer nightgown. The longer he stared at her, the more she began to blush.

"Jack?" she quietly asked, wondering why he'd stopped.

"Samantha... Samantha, you wouldn't know how many times I've dreamed of this time, seeing you like this. I'm in awe, completely in awe. You're incredible."

She smiled sweetly at that, and looked down at herself. That turned him on even more for some reason, he didn't know why. The quiet, the chattering fire, the glow, the heat... it all made her radiate like a goddess. Yes, that was it, she was a goddess. His goddess. Woman personified. Warrior, scholar, woman, lady, soulmate, she was all of that to him.

"You can touch them, you know; in fact, please do."

He laughed out loud at the release of tension, and again putting his hands on her back, buried his face between those incredible mounds. To have her bare skin like that against him, against his cheeks, his mouth close to their succulence, was more than he could stand. He reached one hand up, felt the edge of the left breast, the curve of it, the firmness, and slowly began to spiral in toward the areole, the nipple, taking his time about it. His other hand slowly went down her back to the top of her slacks, over the waistline, onto her perfectly shaped ass. Oh, man, this is amazing. He used his hand on her ass to scooch her forward a bit, so her crotch was pressed to his chest. Yes.

His hand had reached her nipple, and he began massaging it, teasing it, although it was already a hard button under his fingers. He felt the flesh goosebump around it, a natural response to excitement, and knew he was getting to her. Her breathing was coming in little rough gasps now, and he looked up at her. She had her head back, eyes closed, mouth partly opened, so she could concentrate on the feeling. He continued to massage her that way, even pinching a little hard, which made her gasp and arch her back. He loved that response, like he'd got earlier today during The Kiss. She was losing herself to him, letting instinct kick in, reacting to his touch, his scent, his lips, all of him.

Sam felt his hand slowly migrate closer and closer to her hard nipple, and ached for it to get there, dammit! This was her major turn-on, she knew he was taking his time, worshipping her, reveling in her, staring at her like he'd done earlier today, only no nightgown to interfere. She felt the other hand slowly reaching down toward her ass, and got a start when he roughly pulled her closer to him, feeling him leaning into her groin, his face still buried between her breasts. The fingers had reached their goal, and she again went into ecstacy. She couldn't help but gasp in surprise, pleasure and yes, pain too, when he gave her a particularly hard pinch. She arched back, at the same time pushing her arms against her breasts, cupping them even more around his face, still there. If his mouth didn't start to do something soon, somewhere, she was going to go insane!

Jack must have sensed that's what she wanted, because as his left hand tweaked and teased her nipple, his mouth began kissing, licking and sucking its way to the other one. Not directly, of course, he wasn't going to go that fast, give in to her that quickly. He was going to tease, to make her wait. He did the same thing with his tongue, as he'd done with his fingers, and slowly began to circle that incredible breast, into ever decreasing circles. Before his tongue got to it, his lip brushed against the nipple that was so firm and stiff, so engorged from excitement, he thought it was going to explode. That little brush made Sam gasp again, and he glanced up at her. He couldn't believe it. She was watching him! Oh my God! She is totally digging this! he thought. So that's how it was going to be, she wanted to watch him go down on her tit. Okay, Sam, here you go.

He slowly, ever so slowly, put his mouth over her areole, her nipple, deliberately taking his time about it. He very lightly brushed his teeth against it, before lapping at it with his tongue. He didn't know how incredibly sexy she found his mouth, didn't know how this was impacting her. She'd been wiggling for some time, rubbing herself against his chest leaning into her still. He continued exploring, tasting, lapping, sucking, his own rising excitement demanding attention, and soon. She had those little rough gasps going again, and when he put his hand into the small of her back, pulling her even closer, she yelped in pleasure. That was too much, he responded by biting down, sucking so hard he was afraid he'd draw blood if he didn't let up. He so adored her breasts, nipples, everything about them, their roundness, their ambivalent way of being so soft and firm at the same time. The little groans, yelps and squeaks she was making enflamed him further. Is Sam a screamer? She always seems so logical and together, I never would've pegged her for a screamer. Man, I love screamers, especially up here, isolated, nobody around, no reason to hold back or be shy. He so loved the aural acknowledgement of his skills with women, his talent. He knew he was good, he'd satisfied many women in his life, but never ever like this night. It was the love factor, that had to be it. He'd had some pretty amazing nights with women, but without this love, this deep, engrained, beyond-spiritual love bond, it wasn't the same. He was hers, she was his. He was almost tempted to bite her, mark her, as his very own. My woman. The alpha male in him was roaring to be let out. Something else was demanding release as well, but that would wait. Control, O'Neill, control. Pace yourself.

When he bit down, not too hard, although he knew he was sucking hard enough for her to feel it into the core of her body, she let out a little scream.

"Jack!"

He pulled back, almost in panic and guilt. "Did I hurt you?"

"Yes! Do it again!!" He did it again, sucking so hard again, this time he could've sworn he'd drawn blood, right through the tissue, the nipple! But that was impossible! He looked down at her, saw the red splotches already forming around the nipple, the areole. Ah, there it was, his mark on her. Not permanent, not harmful, but a mark nonetheless, that his mouth had left.

"Sam... Sam, I need to get up off the floor. Take a little break, it was getting hard to breathe down there!!" He saw her smile in response to that, and she cupped her own breast, looking down. God, that turned him on, seeing her do that, but she was simply examining herself, to see what he'd done. She could've sworn he was getting blood as well, felt fluid or liquid or something. Could someone suck blood through the tissue like that, the skin??

He sat up on the couch with her, and put his arm over her shoulder, his big hand reaching down to rest on her breast once more. A nice pillow, this. Give his poor calloused hardworked hands a soft resting place.

"Jack, I'm feeling rather underdressed here, either take something off, or I'm putting my sweater back on."

He laughed at that, and said, "Fair enough. I vote for taking something off, it's getting awfully warm in here." He leaned forward long enough to remove his t-shirt, and settled back.

Nice, Sam thought. She'd had a chance to watch him shirtless while he was swinging the axe, saw him from behind, now she was up close and personal. The firelight was beginning to dim, so she got up to add a couple more logs to the fire. As the flames began to lick at the new logs, the room got brighter as she turned back to face him.

He was relaxed, leaning back, watching her movements like a fox watching a rabbit. He wasn't missing a thing, her walking around in her loose-fitting slacks, which were now hanging more provocatively off her hips. Hanging down far enough past her navel that it was framing her round hips and shapely ass, enhancing her cute little belly.

"Jack," she softly said. "You look incredible, you know that, don't you? The light is making you glow." She was staring at him again, like she'd done that morning, this time with him in nothing but jeans, bare feet, and big smile. It was like a mutual admiration society, they couldn't stop staring at one another, all through the day. Now that they could do so with liberty, they didn't want to miss a thing.

She flushed again, watching his eyes move up and down her almost naked frame. Confident he liked what he saw, she deliberately moved about the living room, pretending to fuss with things, letting the glow hit her, knowing he loved seeing her stealth. She worked her way closer and closer to him then, keeping her eyes locked on his.

She finally arrived in front of him, standing there, him still sitting and looking at her breasts, partly covered by shadow. He moved his gaze down to her belly, and put his arms around her, pulling that luscious belly to his lips. He so loved a sweet, sexy, round tummy like hers, felt the muscles underneath. He felt her tense then relax as his lips worked circles around the navel, finally ending with a little nipping and tugging on her.

Bracing her hands on the back of the couch, she put her knees on both sides of Jack, straddling him, giving him better access to her lower body, feeling his lips and tongue continue their magic. He buried his face in her tummy, with her breasts almost resting on his head, reveling in her closeness, her fragrance, the little sounds she was again beginning to release. Man, these jeans are snug! he thought. As he continued in and around her navel, licking, tugging, kissing, his hands began to reach around to her waist, untying the little string that was keeping him from his goal. As he loosened the tie, and her slacks began to slide down even further, he wiggled his fingers closer into her, feeling her smooth velvety skin, closer, closer....

Sam began to wiggle again, feeling his tongue, his lips, then his fingers began to explore her more in-depth. Oh my god, this is it, it's finally happening! she realized. She was on fire. The touching, the closeness, the manliness of him was taking its toll. He knew that little wriggle, how she'd been doing so throughout the day, in sweet anticipation.

She felt his fingers reach her secret place, deft and nimble fingers, long and powerful fingers. He began to tweak them back and forth on her hard little button, teasingly, just enough to make her wriggle even harder against his hand, thrusting at him instinctively. She longed to have more in there, more, soon, faster, now!! As he continued his wondrous manipulation of her, she arched back once more, giving in to the glorious sensation of it all, that she was here, in her man's place, with him and nobody else around.

The tension was building, the scream was begging for release, she felt the tug of him in her core being, wanting him, needing him in her. He'd finished with her belly, but continued with his strong sensitive hand below. He pulled her down roughly, to give her a deep, probing kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, feeling her tongue respond in kind, her moaning, her grinding hips. He felt a surge of wetness on his hand, and began moving his hand around more, over her, getting her juices smoothed around. She's almost ready, Jack thought. If I'm doing my job right, she should begin yelping, right about... Now!

And he thrust two fingers into her, deep, moving them around to hit her delicate internal spot, just as his thumb continued tweaking and drumming on her button.

"YES!" Carter screamed, "Jack!" She sat down hard onto his hand, to push his fingers ever deeper into her, knowing that if he was this good with a hand, what would he be like when they finally got naked and made love? She felt the explosion of light, of wetness, of released tension, and sat back on his lap, not feeling spent as much as relaxing before completion. All in good time, he's got to be close himself, she thought.

She relaxed completely against him, putting her weight on him, her arms shaking from propping against the couch while he worked on her. It felt so nice, sitting like this, straddling him, facing him, her head on his chest. Oh, how she loved that chest. She'd touched it before, hand resting on it, wanting to move around but knowing she couldn't, in all propriety, go exploring it. Now she could. As she turned her head, she began playing with his little nipple, swirling her fingers around it, teasing it to hardness, knowing many guys liked that sort of thing. His chest was just right: not too hairy, but not bare like a baby's. She finished with the nipple and just ran her hand over his chest, feeling the firmness, the muscle below, remembering how he looked earlier today, swinging that axe, even though she'd just got a bare hint each time he lifted the axe powerfully over his head. That's what made him look so incredible, the grace and beauty he showed as he effortlessly did his work. She wiggled her hips in memory of that magnificence she'd witnessed. It was her turn, now, to let him kick back and relax, and let her do the work.

Sam rose up for a moment, to let her slacks finish dropping off her, letting Jack enjoy the moment. He relaxed back, put one arm up behind him, like he was waiting for something, anticipating her next move. She smiled a secret smile, like saying, "Sit back, I'll drive now" to him. She reciprocated his earlier movement, and got down on her knees, mouth on his belly. She traced the bellybutton, the firm abdominal muscles, the little line of hair that emerged from his jeans. She'd been aching to feel that incredible ass he had, so she wedged her hands under his cheeks and, with a strength that surprised him, pulled him closer to her, giving her more access with her tongue and lips. She felt along the waistline of his jeans till she reached her goal of the button-fly that Levi's boasted, and slowly, seductively, began unbuttoning each one.

As each button came undone, she pulled the opening further apart, kissing him, touching him, as if rewarding the buttons' cooperation. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, she realized with surprise. Oh man, that's so hot! she thought. All this time, these jeans were all that was separating us. She felt the hardness of him, and wondered how he could stand the tight jeans, just getting tighter as the evening wore on. He must be aching to free himself! She obliged by again hooking her hands under his ass, grabbing the waistline of his pants, and yanking them down. He scooched a bit to help her along, and there he was, open to the world. Sam stared.

"Oh my, Jack!!" she exclaimed. "That, that...." She couldn't help but stare now, he was superb in every way. Over the course of the years, in various uniforms and outfits that tended to "enhance" his features, she'd always suspected this about him, but to see him in all his masculine glory, well, it was her turn now to worship him. She was in awe of him.

"Yes, Sam?" he asked, grinning that sweet sexy grin of his. She looked into his eyes.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" she said, teasingly going back to subordinate to superior officer.

"Please do, Colonel," knowing what she was going to say. He knew how he was, he'd been around in enough locker rooms to know he was, well, "above average" in many ways, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"Jack, you're... you're... incredible! That is without a doubt the biggest one I've ever seen!!" She blushed as she said it, blushed and flushed at the same time, her eyes again wandering down to him. "It's almost frightening!" She could barely contain herself, after he'd got her off a bit ago, she'd been aching to straddle him, sit on him, get him inside her, and now! Oh my goodness, I've got to take my time with this! she thought. She wanted to go slowly, seductively, make sure she was ready or he'd inadvertantly hurt her.

"Sam, don't be nervous, I haven't killed anyone yet. And trust me, you're ready... you're more than ready, I could tell!"

She got back down on her knees, to be close to him. She marveled at him, closed her eyes as she concentrated, began to kiss him up and down the steel-hard shaft of him. She returned the favor and nipped on him, not too hard, knowing how incredibly sensitive guys were down there, how some even feared teeth anywhere near it! But he trusted her completely, knew she'd never hurt him. She kissed and lapped at it, glorying in the softness of the velvet skin, the tip, underneath where the delicate cord was tense along it, following that cord to the base and back again. She was rewarded many times by his moans, looked at him to see his head back, eyes closed, lost in the feel of her tongue, her lips, her mouth.

She'd wanted to do more with him, but knew she couldn't take it all into her mouth. So she teased him, took the tip in, ran her tongue around it, over it, under it, lapping at it like a lollipop. She got a little salty taste in her mouth, knew he was getting close and would either grab her head and thrust, or else demand she get on top of him this instant.

"Carter..." he gasped, "Carter, you'd better do something with that, one way or the other!"

Ah, this was it. Finally. He was letting her take control this time, their first time, leaving himself to her ministrations. He planned on driving next time, this was her show, she was in charge. They were both so ready now, the tension was getting unbearable.

She stood one last time, to look at him, and he opened his eyes. "Why'd you stop?" he asked.

"I just wanted one last look at you before we make love," she said quietly, "Get the picture of you in my mind, to never forget how you look sitting there." She took the legs of the jeans and pulled them off the rest of the way, so they'd both be unencumbered. He was still very hard and very ready for her, and she could feel the moisture of her own, that he'd brought on.

He watched her come back, watched her breasts heaving up and down as she was breathing hard, saw her swollen red mouth, partly open, licking her lips, gazing into his eyes. She hooked a leg over him, and straddled him, not quite sitting on him. Her knees propped her just inches above his erection. She bent down to kiss him deeply, longingly, moving her lips over his sweet mouth. As she did this, she slowly lowered herself to him, just brushing against the tip with her outer part, teasingly, making him wait. She had to be ready for this. She rubbed herself on him, all along her own length, letting the tip rub against her still-hard little button.

She continued that for a few moments, rubbing him against her, spreading the wetness around, getting herself ready. The way her legs were poised, and her hips, her ass, she felt herself opening in anticipation of him going in. She rubbed the opening against him, just at the tip, and watched his reaction. He's going to lose it in a second. She was almost ready. She knew damned well he was!

As she grinded more and more against his length, faster, harder, she was getting herself excited, listening to him, watching him. He had his hands on her hips, just aching to grab them and shove her down on him. He was in agony. She leaned down to his mouth one more time, and whispered, "Jack... I love you!"

And before he could reply in kind, she impaled herself on his greatness, screeched as she felt it move into her, felt the surge of light and wetness as that movement made her reach orgasm. THAT has never happened before! she thought to herself, Just going in like that?? It was the love, she knew, she loved him so completely and deeply that to have him now, in this most intimate of positions, was all it took. She'd got herself so ready and so worked up, it wouldn't take much, but still, to have their very first time making love and this happens immediately?

Jack felt her mouth move to him, wanted to grab the back of her head and thrust his mouth onto hers, as she repeated her love for him. Before he could reply, she sat on him, hard, and he gasped in wonder. As she did so, she screamed, screamed like no woman he'd ever been with before. He grabbed her hips and ass, moving along with her up and down motions, thrusting himself with his hips and his hands to go in a bit deeper, feeling her tight softness wrapped so firmly around him. He knew he was big, was worried someone of Sam's smaller frame might get hurt, and held himself back a little.

Sam sensed this, she could tell he wasn't giving 100%, wasn't losing himself in it like she wanted him to. "Jack, you won't hurt me!! Women are built for this stuff!" she exclaimed, laughing a bit, relieving some of the tension.

"All right, my one love, you asked for it!" and with all his strength, simultaneously thrust up with his pelvis and pushed down with his strong tightly-gripping hands, and felt himself go all the way in, completely, no reservation, no holding back. She gasped in response, but Jack knew from the ecstatic look on her face, she wasn't in the least bit pain, at least not the kind of pain one didn't want.

This is exquisite! Sam could feel another orgasm already building, as Jack thrust so brutally into her. She'd convinced him that he was not going to hurt her, and he was moving now with abandon, faster, harder. His strength overwhelmed her, he was so powerful. She could understand now why Jack had been holding back. With his length and girth, he probably feared he'd hurt her, their first time, if he was making the moves. This way, she could control how fast and how deep it went. Next time, she would leave him in control!

Jack was lost, beyond reason, beyond sanity. The feel as he matched her up and down strokes, straddling him, her magnificent breasts moving in front of his face with the ever-increasing rhythm, was sending him into another world, another plane. That's it, I've Ascended, he thought somewhere in the back of his mind. Part of him really believed it, there's no way this was happening to him, Jack O'Neill, the guy who'd kept his distance from this amazing woman for so long, put up the front, the facade of professional distance. It was real, it was happening, it was now.

She was moving so fast on him now, grinding, groaning, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the blazing glow of the fire, he felt his own release approaching. He didn't think he could grab her, thrust into her, go deeper than he already had, but he did, he felt the gushing of wetness from her, knew she'd reached orgasm at least a couple of times, which excited him even more, that he could bring this woman off so incredibly easy!!

"Sam... Sam, I love you too!" he screamed as he released the tension, spilling inside her, feeling like he was literally going to explode in his head, his belly, his groin, all of him. His body shuddered as he came into her, tensed one last time as he continued the thrusting motion, determined to get every last bit into her before they finished. As he continued the last few thrusts, she screamed as one last burning orgasm hit her, "JACK!" and then she suddenly went limp against him, breathing hard, gasping for breath, almost hyperventilating. He was matching her breath for breath, exhausted, spent, sweating.

It had been incredible. Everything both had dreamed, for their first time together. No awkwardness, no contrivance, just letting it happen.

Sam and Jack were so worn out, they couldn't move. Sam continued to sit on Jack, reluctant to release her hold on him, to let him slide out of her. She wanted to be like this forever. They lay like that for some time, not quite dozing, utterly relaxed and at peace. Neither would ever forget this moment, in all their years to come, in all the distance that might separate them.

"Sam." Jack finally said, quietly, so not to startle her if she slept.

"Jack?" she mumbled against his neck.

"Sam, my sweet, I hate to say this, but I need to move. My legs are falling asleep!"

She sighed against him, and he felt her smile on his skin. "I thought they might be, but I don't want you out of me just yet."

He smiled in return, she heard it in his voice, and chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't be out of you for long, no need to worry about that! I plan on being there many many times in the next week. But I've really got to move. Besides, I want to see your face."

He so loved seeing the face of a woman after making love, a bit of an ego-boost, he knew, but he couldn't help it. She lifted her face to him, in shadow because the firelight was behind her, but he could still see, sense, her glow, that came from their lovemaking, not only from the dim firelight. She looked like an angel, with the fire lighting her blond crumpled hair, slightly curled from their exertions.

"I wish I had a camera to capture that glow forever, Samantha," he muttered. "Do you know how extraordinarily beautiful you are?" He put his hands behind her ears, pushed her hair up and back to frame her face, to set that look into his mind forever. "Words could never describe how you look to me right now."

She smiled sweetly down on him, her own ego getting a little boost from his words. But she had to move, if she wanted him in any shape for more lovemaking! She slowly pulled herself off of him, leaned down to kiss his sweaty chest one more time, and stood up. What she was waiting for happened, and she felt the moisture starting down her legs. She laughed at Jack and ran for the bathroom.

"Oh, man, Sam, I didn't know you needed to hit the head!" He laughed as he yelled to her, sounding apologetic.

"It's not that, I didn't want to make a mess on your floor!" she yelled from the bathroom, laughing as well. "You're just too much man, General O'Neill, it was going down my legs!"

He had to laugh out loud again on that one! "Hey, what can I say? I'm good!"

She returned to him, with a soft blanket she'd grabbed from the linen closet, and sat down, draping the blanket on the both of them, snuggling ever closer.

"Jack, you're not good," she said, trying to sound stern, but the laughter and smile in her voice betrayed her.

"What??"

"You are superb. No, superb doesn't describe it. There is no word to describe it."

"Ah, okay, you had my ego a bit worried there for a second," he replied, still grinning like a fool. He couldn't stop smiling. He was starting to feel more alert and alive, now that they'd had a little relaxing time after. But he knew he couldn't go again tonight, their lovemaking this first time had so overwhelmed, so exhausted him, he just couldn't. "Sam, I feel great, you feel great, but I really don't think I...."

She knew where he was going, "Jack, don't worry about it, I wasn't expecting to, not so soon. You've utterly worn me out, I am wilted, totally and completely wilted. Let's just lie here like this for a bit, maybe sleep, maybe not, it's great either way."

And so they remained and finally slept, under the soft light blanket, in one anothers' arms, the fire dying slowly into glowing embers. The end to the most perfect day they'd ever had.