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house building (for Sam)

Jack's glad the kids are up at the Children's Office today because while he loves them, he doesn't want them getting hurt while he's building and he thinks Carter's probably got the same idea. Considering he recently broke his thumb right by himself, there's no way he wants to risk hurting one of the kids on sheer accident.

The frame is up and has been for a while but today they're working on walls and Carter's along to figure out how she wants to run power and plumbing (and, let's face it, to also help with walls because she can hold her own and then some.) While Jack thinks he knows a little something about that, he's no engineer, and it's best to just leave it to her and make sure it's Done Right.

They have a pitcher of water they've been sharing, since it's just plain hot out on the island and Jack pauses for a minute to get something to drink, glancing over at Carter once he's slaked his thirst.

"How's it coming so far?"

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"Love you," she says, smiling down at him. It's been the best day, full of productive work and a huge milestone for their daughter and she feels like everything's just right. She leans down and kisses him, tender and sweet and with a little contented sigh.

"So, do you think I could interest you in more of that?" Jack doesn't know why he's shy about asking Carter for affection but sometimes he is. He suspects it's because the last thing he wants is to screw things up and with the kids involved, he's just a lot more careful with her.

"I mean, you know. I've got a kissing drought going on over here."

"Maaybe." She draws out the word, soft against his mouth, then kisses him again. It's just as sweet as before but there's a little more to it, too, as she stretches her body out against his. She wants him. Not that that's a secret, or that she ever hasn't, but she finally feels comfortable with allowing herself to want him again, and that's something new.

Just maybe?" Jack hasn't always felt comfortable with being this flirty with Carter and he is testing the waters as much as she seems to be.

"You know I want you, right?"

Sam nods. The movement brushes her lips against his and she keeps close, nuzzling against his cheek and jaw. "Feeling's mutual."

"Think we can manage it?" Jack isn't sure how comfortable Carter is with that. There's a lot of factors to consider: the kids, their own baggage, just how small and cramped this place is. Jack's been thinking he wants to wait until the house is built but, as always, he's on her time-table and not his.

"I'm uh, obviously interested."

"I just want to be with you," she says. They've been holding back somewhat, maybe being overly cautious, since there's a lot at stake if they screw this up...but maybe they can be just a little less cautious. She misses him, she misses being with him, and though they spend most of their time together, she still feels lonely. "However that works out."

"I'm thinking it works out with your shirt on the floor?" Jack asks hopefully, wondering if she'll bite. They've fooled around some since the first time on Valentine's Day but it's never planned and it's always incredibly cautious and careful. Too much at risk. But today, he feels a lot more secure than he has in a while and he's getting that feeling from Carter too.

"You know how I like the view and all."

Sam sits up slowly, sliding her fingers along his chest as she does. She's not normally a show-off in bed kind of person, and really isn't now, but she does take her time pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra. She's recently managed to get herself back to reasonably close to her pre-pregnancy shape and she's pretty satisfied with the way she looks, even if she's not as fit as she was when she was on active duty. "Better?"

"Much," Jack murmurs. He slides his hands up to cup her breasts and watches her face, wanting to see every little reaction to his touch. He hasn't had this with her often enough that he's used to it and he'd like to think he'd never take it for granted. You never know who might disappear tomorrow or the next day and every day is sacred.

"God, you're beautiful."

"Look who's talking," she says playfully, and leans down to kiss him again. It's a little playful, but deliberate, too, in the way she rubs against him and fits her body to his, because there's a part of her that wants to savor every moment of this and remember it because if she wakes up one day and he's gone (again) but they'll at least have had this.

"Uh, not so much." Jack's never been very good about taking compliments, especially on his physical appearance and Carter's always been the better looking of the two of them.

"Besides, we're talking about you. Wouldn't want the girls to get upset, would we?" He splays one hand against her lower back as he kisses her, wanting her as close as he can possibly manage.

"Shh," she says, because she's had enough talking. It's a distraction from the slow rock of her hips against his and the sweet slip of skin against skin. And then she kisses down his neck and chest, dragging her fingers across his skin until they catch in the waist of his boxers. "No more talking."

Jack knows he has a tendency to babble at the best of times so he's glad when Carter tells him to be quiet. He's nervous about this, which he guesses she's probably noticed, and he thinks that maybe things will be better once they get past this one thing.

He wants to say something about how he's shutting up but that defeats the purpose so he falls quiet instead, focusing on catching her mouth for a kiss instead of wasting time with words.

Sam kisses him again but it's mixed with a soft whine and then she's shifting off him for a moment so she can wriggle out of her underwear. She hesitates when she starts to tug at his boxers, and glances up to make sure he's okay with this (she's sure he's okay with it, but she wants to be sure he's okay with it).

Jack nods. He's been wanting this with her for a while and for some reason, after spending a day together working on their house and spending the evening together with their kids, it finally seems right. He feels far enough removed from his old life where the regs mattered and far enough from Carter's old life with the other him that it feels like it's time to do this.

He shifts a little so she can tug the boxers off and rubs the curve of her waist lightly, just touching and soothing.

She tugs them off and drops them in the pile with the rest of their discarded clothes, then reaches over to get a condom from the bedside table. They haven't had the discussion about the fact that she doesn't want to get pregnant again, and why, and now isn't the time for it, but she's not taking the chance.

That taken care of, she shifts over him again and lowers herself on to him and it feels so right. She's in no hurry to do anything but enjoy this with him, and she leans down to kiss him again, slow and lazy and full of feeling.

This is something that he's imagined so many times and somehow, still, has gotten it wrong over and over again. Nothing could have really prepared him for how good it feels to finally be with her in every way he can be with someone and it's Carter so he's more than a little overwhelmed.

"Better take it slow," he warns, letting out a long, slow breath. "Or this is gonna be over pretty quick."

"Not going to rush this." It's said in a whisper against his mouth and a slow, careful rock of her hips, and that feels so good she can't help but make a needy little sound.

Jack closes his eyes and just concentrates for a minute so he doesn't embarrass himself. When Carter makes that sound, though, he chances opening them just a little and manages to see her face; Jack's pretty sure he's never seen something more beautiful than that.

He slides his hands up and grips her hips when she rocks against him. She can control the pace if she wants but he's definitely not going to just be passive about it. They're partners in this like anything else.

She likes the way he's touching her, and she presses back into his hands with a little groan. The back and forth feels so good, and her movements get a little more frantic without her realizing it, especially with the encouragement of Jack's hands gripping her hips.

When Carter gets more frantic, so does he. The condom helps dull some of it so he's not completely overwhelmed but he's damn close and he's thinking that they'll just have to do better next time.

Jack slides his hand down so he can rub her clitoris with his thumb. He wants her to come first. Maybe it doesn't matter but he's always been fiercely competitive and he's always tried to be a gentleman about these things and the combination of the two means he really, really needs Carter to lose it.

She had this idea in her head that they were going to take this slow and savor it, but somehow things have escalated quickly and when Jack touches her, any thoughts of slowing down immediately evaporate. She grinds down against his hand and it's just the right amount of friction; her breath comes in short little gasps and it's just too much, feels too good for her to resist when her whole body tenses up and falls apart in a way that's shivery and intense all the way to her toes.

Jack's glad that seems to have worked out because he just doesn't have it left in him to hold on after that and he comes too, pressing his hands into Carter's hips and clenching down on his teeth to keep from making noise. The last thing he wants is to wake either of the kids up with this.

"You good, Carter?"

"Mmhmm." She sighs, content, and leans down to kiss him again. It's been so long since she's felt this content that she can't remember when it even was. The kiss is slow and sweet and she slides her fingers into hair; small, intimate touches she's been craving but hasn't felt certain enough to ask for.

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