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For Sam [TR]

Island life meant a lot of fishing and sitting around twiddling his thumbs but at least the ITF provided him with something to work toward, even if it was Special Forces reserves or something. Something was better than nothing, after all, and it gave him the motivation to do the intense PT that he hadn't really done since showing up on the island.

PT was easy when you were in the field; running for your life didn't really seem like work so much as...running for your life. Jack tried to keep that in mind while he swam and ran and hiked until his lungs burned and his knees twinged. He'd still run with Sam later but he...he'd been having a hard time sleeping since the night she'd stayed with him and he refused to acknowledge that might be because she wasn't sleeping next to him.

He knew Sam would probably be awake; it was first light now and she had always been an early riser. Still damp from the shower, he brought her coffee just the way she liked it and some fruit from the compound and knocked on her door, hoping he'd catch her before she went to go fiddle with whatever she was fiddling with these days.

"Sam? You up yet?"

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Sam nodded and breathed a little yep, because she was; she might not be in a minute, but right now she was very much okay. She had no idea where they were going with this. Not ten minutes ago she sat here and told him they could not have sex, and now... well, she wasn't stopping him. She didn't want to stop him.

Yet.

Jack finished pushing her pants down enough that he could work his hand inside and brush against the front of her panties, thumb rolling against her with nothing but the cotton between his hand and her skin. See? Barrier!

"Take your bra off, Sam."

His voice was low and soft, trying not to scare her and make her have that out of control feeling that Jack sensed she didn't really like. Nope. Nothing out of control here. Sam was completely in control; Jack just had ideas.

And Sam was perfectly willing to go along with those ideas, except that she was already so close that she didn't want to do anything that might change that; taking off her bra required some shifting and moving that just wasn't going to happen, not when she was feeling like this. She gasped and shook her head and pressed against his hand, soclose--and then she was falling over the edge with a ragged little sound, her whole body trembling all over with it.

Jack frowned for a second; he'd really wanted her to take it off so he could actually see and then he felt it and figured out why. He didn't think she was so close and he slipped his fingers inside at the last minute just to feel for a second, satisfied smile on his face. Not made out of stone after all, huh?

"Feels good, huh? Letting go for once?"

Sam nodded, with a little sigh, and stretched out, half beside him and half on him. "Yeah," she said softly, and nuzzled at his cheek; then she kissed him, a little messily, because she was still reeling a bit. She hadn't been expecting them to go there, not really, and while she wasn't freaking out about it, and it wasn't too far into the area of things she couldn't handle, she was still a little dizzy with it.

Jack smiled back lazily, hand tousling her hair for a minute before going to unhook her bra. He wanted to get a look still, even if she'd already come. Besides, he was carefully toeing the line, little steps, trying to see what was okay.

And hey, he still had it, because he hadn't done the one-handed subtle bra unhooking thing since he was back in high school. He rubbed the skin there, chuckling a little.

"Are we okay?"

"We're okay," she said, and smiled a little; Jack was being persistent in wanting to get her bra off, so she slid her arms out of it and pushed it away. He was being careful with her, even after telling her how much he wanted to be with her, and it meant more to her than she could ever really explain to him.

She slid her hand down his chest, and then, after a brief hesitation, smoothed it over his stomach. "We're okay," she repeated. "Promise."

"Mmmm. Good to hear," Jack murmured, letting his eyes wander over her chest for a moment. He'd always wanted a better look at Sam's breasts and hey, look, sometimes you did get what you wanted if you asked nicely.

"How uh...how okay? Because I really probably need to go swim about ten miles after that unless we're...really okay."

"Really okay," she assured him. Not the kind of really okay that meant she was going over the line, but she was okay with skirting it. Her slim fingers deftly unfastened his pants, and she slipped her hand inside and wrapped it around his warm length.

She might not be okay with having sex with him right now, but if the only time she ever got to be close to him at all was that island influenced fisaco, she was going to regret it; so this, she was totally okay with.

Technicalities.

Jack actually hadn't been expecting that and he arched his back sharply, pressing into her hand. It felt good and he didn't really want to admit to himself just how good it felt...or how often Sam had starred in this particular fantasy lately.

His voice was breathy when he finally spoke and he cursed himself for it. Dammit. Way too affected.

"So didn't think I was getting that. Feels good."

"Shh." Sam hadn't initially thought either of them were doing any of this, so she knew the feeling, and she smiled a little. Her hand found a pressure and a rhythm that he seemed to like, judging from the way he pressed into her hand, and she realized that this was in some ways even more intimate than their having sex a month ago had been. She was glad for it.

"Close," Jack whispered, shifting his gaze to try to meet hers. Male orgasms weren't nearly as pretty as female ones, at least in his opinion, but he didn't figure Sam was thinking about that. Hell, he didn't know why he was thinking about that.

"Love you."

"You too," she murmured, and her hand quickened a little, changing the angle just a bit. Not quite frantic or desperate, because she didn't think either one of them were feeling that right now, but intense enough.

No, it wasn't frantic or desperate. Mostly lazy, if he was honest, and Jack arched his hips up finally, her name on his lips as he came. It was nice to call out her name and have her right there and Jack wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

He smiled at her when it was done.

"You are, without a doubt, the best girlfriend I've ever had. Hands down."

"I try," she said, and kissed him softly. She did try, despite what it probably looked like to him; and she wished there weren't so many things complicating this so she could be easy with him the way she wanted to be. And she was well aware that that translated into her being pretty standoffish sometimes and not giving him much to work with... but she was working on it.

Jack slid his hand along the back of her neck, dragging her down for a little deeper of a kiss than she'd given him before.

"You succeed. You don't try anything, Carter, and you know that."

Well, not always, Sam thought, but she didn't say it. She was too busy kissing him, and enjoying the fact that she felt a little closer to him than she had before and, maybe more importantly, the fact that she wasn't getting anxious about it.

Jack slid his hand down to cup her breast as he kissed, pretty damn impressed with his good luck today. He was still tired and close to probably calling it quits to take a nap but for right now, he had his lips on the woman he loved most in the universe and she wasn't bolting on him.

He brushed a thumb lightly against her nipple as he kissed, still delicately toeing their line to see how far he was allowed to go.

Sam made a contented sound low in her throat and deepened the kiss, her hand resting at his hip. Her fingers snagged a belt loop and it gave her a little leverage to slide closer. There were a couple possible directions she could see them going from here, and she wasn't sure that they weren't too far for her for right now--why did she have to think about this so much?--and she didn't want this to end with either of them getting too worked up.

"Think you might be able to sleep now?" she asked him, her lips still soft against his mouth.

"Yeah," Jack mumbled, capturing her mouth in another soft kiss as he contemplated it. "But I want you to stay with me, Sam. Just until I fall asleep? Then you can go fiddle with anything you want but I just...I want that."

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