Valentine's Plot [Locked to Sam]

[has_2ls]

When Jack was a kid, he'd always slept like the dead. There could be a marching band heading up the stairs in his mom's house and he'd sleep right through it but that'd changed after he joined the Air Force. You only sleep through reveille one time at the Academy before you learn to never do it again and that was the worst day of Jack O'Neill's life up until that point. And it made sense, especially later when he was Special Ops and you never knew what might happen to the man you left on watch; had to be up and at 'em pretty quick.

None of which applied to life on the island, except to make his life a living hell. Something (Keller's damn cat, he assumed) had started tearing through Carter's hut and knocking books over and eliciting a pretty damn girly (and not befitting an Air Force Colonel) scream out of the occupant. Irritated, and slightly worried it might be something a little more threatening than the cat, Jack padded over to the hut next door. He didn't bother with clothes other than his boxers because he figured he'd be heading right back across to his hut to sleep anyway. All Carter'd want was to go back to her damn computer.

He leaned in the doorway, rubbing his eyes a little and squinting in the early dawn light.

"You okay in here, Carter?"

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[has_2ls]

Jack ran his hands up the back of her shirt, massaging the skin there. "That so? How do you think I can do better, hmm? I mean, I already kissed you. That's usually the best it gets."

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She liked what he was doing with his hands there, and she made a satisfied little sound, arching her back into his hands. "Maybe like this," she said quietly, leaning in to catch his mouth in a tender kiss.

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"Mmm, that's pretty good, but I bet it'd be better if you let me kiss you somewhere else," Jack teased, turning his head a little to kiss her neck and shoulder. "Because if I kiss you here, you can still talk to me and tell me what you want."

And that, knowing what Sam wanted, was a huge turn on for him.

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"Oh, that's good," Sam said, making an approving little sound. The little strap of her top slid over her shoulder as Jack kept kissing there, but she didn't really mind at all.

She was thinking that Jack just might have to spend every night in here if he was going to be like this. Because honestly? She was having trouble with remembering why he wasn't here every night anyway, not when she was this infatuated with him.

[has_2ls]

"Think you oughta take this off too," Jack murmured, pushing at the bottom of her camisole slightly. "I mean, if I've got more skin available, there's a better chance I'll do a good job, right?"

Appealing to the scientist in her had to be a good approach. Jack didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before, actually.

"Besides, it's hot. Don't wanna be uncomfortable."

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Sam murmured agreement--in her mood, it wasn't as though he needed to persuade her, exactly--and pulled off her camisole. Normally Sam was pretty fastidious about putting clothes away when she took them off, but right now? Not so much. She just dropped it off the side of the bed.

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"For some reason, I feel like I've never seen you like this before," Jack mused, hands slipping up to cup her breasts. "I think that's a crying shame, if you ask me, and we need to do better in the future."

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"That is a shame," Sam agreed, slightly breathless. She shifted her leg over his so that she was straddling him, pressing her hips against his without even thinking about it. It really was a shame they hadn't done this before, because Jack was doing something with his hands that made Sam shiver all over, making a small greedy sound.

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"Didn't we have a fight the other day?" Jack asked, tipping his hips upward when she moved to straddle him. "About something stupid, I'm sure."

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"If we did, let's not talk about it," she said. "Because this all I want to think about right now." If they had been fighting about something, she didn't want to know.

"Talk later," she murmured. "Right now..." She leaned in closer, lips close to Jack's ear, to tell him just what she would really like him to do.

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"Think it can be arranged," Jack said just as lowly, arching his hips again to rub against her. Still clothed, but two thin layers of clothing was hardly enough to prevent his moan as he made contact. Dammit, they ought to be doing this every day...as much as they could stand it.

"Fast now, slow later?"

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Sam just nodded, breathless by now--that really, really should not have felt as good as it did when they were pressed together like that, like teenagers making out in the back of a car, and Sam liked to think she had a little more restraint--and started pushing at layers of clothes. Not that there were many to start with.

[has_2ls]

No, but it still felt like too much. And Jack kinda felt like a teenager necking in a car too but he'd never had a girlfriend as hot as Sam Carter back then. Which made him wonder if Sam Carter was his girlfriend.

God, he could worry about it later. For right now, he was busy trying to help her out of her shorts. That was the easy part, considering Sam was on top. His boxers were another story.

"Get these things off me before I drive myself insane," Jack begged, long legs tangling with Sam's.

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Sam was all too happy to help him out with that, though there was a lot of tangling of legs and clothes and a minute where Sam thought she was about to topple off the side of the bed (why wasn't this bed bigger, damn it?) but then they were both out of everything and Sam was kissing him like her life depended on it.

[has_2ls]

"Mmmm....yeah...keep doing that," Jack murmured, arching his hips again. Felt different when there weren't any clothes between them and he couldn't help but grin; damn, she felt good all pressed up against him like that.

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"Jack..." There was just so much warm skin everywhere that Sam thought she would go nuts if there wasn't as much of him touching her as possible. She could not have been still then if her life depended on it, not even if it meant being discovered by a large group of heavily armed and very unsavory people; the slide of their bodies together was just too good, the low sound of Jack's voice just too rich, and the feel of him pressed against her was both too much and absolutely not enough at the same time.

[has_2ls]

"Feel the same way, sweetheart," Jack managed, moaning about halfway through. It was just a quick shift of about two inches to go from rubbing against to pressing inside and man that made all the difference in the world.

"You're in charge, Sam."

[gate_expert]

That little shift made all the difference, and Sam made a soft, satisfied little sound as she moved over him. Somehow it felt like she'd been waiting for this for a very long time, and that was really a shame, because they absolutely just felt right together. For a moment, Sam just didn't want to move. It just felt too right.

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"Christ, why did we wait so long?" Jack asked, hands curling over Carter's hips to guide her as they moved. "We're too good together to have waited this long. So much...missed time," he whimpered, managing a weak grin.

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"Don't know," Sam whispered. And she honestly didn't know; she couldn't imagine why they hadn't done this before when they were so good at it. Good at it together.

If she had anything to say about it, they wouldn't be wasting that kind of time again, she thought, rocking her hips against his and feeling that little shudder that she knew meant she was getting close. Not when the way he touched her felt so good, his fingers sliding over her hips in a way that madeher want to press back against his hands just to feel him holding her there.

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"Need to do it more often," Jack whimpered, crying out as he came and falling back against the mattress. Fast and none too fancy, but he was too blissful to really care. He hoped Carter wouldn't hold it against him, for a first time anyway. It'd been too much anticipation to drag it out.

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Sam didn't hold it against him; she was right there with him, falling over the edge half before she'd even realized it. It was a good thing they had agreed to get down to business, because if he'd had a mind to tease her, she wasn't sure she would have been able to stand it. She shifted a little so that she was mostly curled up against his side, nuzzling at the side of his neck and thinking that she would be perfectly happy not to move for the next little while.

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"Thinking about anything important over there?" Jack teased, figuring Carter was as brainless as he was right about now. "Cause I don't allow thinking in bed. It's bad for you."

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"No," Sam said, still nuzzling against his neck. "Not at all." Well, that was not entirely true. She might have been thinking about how good it felt to just lie there and think about nothing, curled up against him with her legs tangled up in his.

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"Good. I'll have to find a way to keep that from happening," Jack teased, running a hand down her side. "Tickling might do the trick. Or more sex. I'm flexible."