Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt.3
Title: Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt. 3
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 2. Cliff
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: smut
Word count: 544
Disclamer: Not mine nor do I make any money playing with them....
Summary: Sam's POV, resolution for shower UST :P (and I know it's after midnight but I haven't been to sleep yet so I technically count this as day two)
Sam tried not to blush as she felt Jack's eyes rake over her naked form. It was only fair, as she was doing plenty of looking herself. And enjoying what she saw, for that matter.
It felt like hours had passed when Jack finally cleared his throat. "Carter, you comin' in or not? You're letting cold air in!" His voice, rough with need and desire, tore through her and she shivered slightly, although she was pretty sure it wasn't from the chill in the air. She made her way into the shower, smiling appreciatively when Jack shifted to the side, letting the spray hit her. The water was hot and she could feel her shoulders loosen up as her eyes involuntarily slid closed. She moaned in pleasure, eliciting an identical moan from Jack.
She opened her eyes slowly and moved toward Jack, standing face to face with him and trying not to pay attention to how surreal it felt to be standing here, naked and wet, with him. She'd had plenty of dreams and fantasies that included scenes similar to this; she just never thought they'd come to pass.
Standing there with quite literally nothing between them felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump. If she took this leap, there would be no turning back. No pretending it didn't happen. No "keeping it in the room". They'd come too far to take this leap and then forget it. It would change everything. For her, anyway.
She took a deep breath and placed her hands on his face, pulling his lips toward hers, brushing them gently at first. She felt the dam break and all she could think was "finally" - it had been too many years of pushing these feelings down, stopping herself and maintaining that control when all she wanted to do was press her lips to his and hold on for dear life.
She deepened the kiss, moaning again as Jack responded, firmly kissing her back. The kiss spoke volumes of her feelings, of the abandon she felt finally giving into those feelings. This wasn't an alien-induced kiss, or a "we don't know who we really are" kiss. It was all Sam and she put everything she felt, needed, wanted into it.
Jack's hands made their way down her to her lower back, pulling her body to his. She gasped when she felt his erection against her naked skin, his desire clear. It crossed her mind that this was her last chance to pull back, to put a stop to this before she gave him everything and risked it all - their careers, their friendship. She realized that moving forward from here could take everything she held dear from her for good. And she knew she had no choice, it was a risk she was more than willing - had been for years now - to take.
She moved to give him access to her, breathing hard and gasping as he entered her. She felt her body stretch around him like he'd always belonged right there and held on as he began to make love to her. She pulled her head back and met his eyes, slightly glazed over from lust, and simply let go...
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 2. Cliff
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: smut
Word count: 544
Disclamer: Not mine nor do I make any money playing with them....
Summary: Sam's POV, resolution for shower UST :P (and I know it's after midnight but I haven't been to sleep yet so I technically count this as day two)
Sam tried not to blush as she felt Jack's eyes rake over her naked form. It was only fair, as she was doing plenty of looking herself. And enjoying what she saw, for that matter.
It felt like hours had passed when Jack finally cleared his throat. "Carter, you comin' in or not? You're letting cold air in!" His voice, rough with need and desire, tore through her and she shivered slightly, although she was pretty sure it wasn't from the chill in the air. She made her way into the shower, smiling appreciatively when Jack shifted to the side, letting the spray hit her. The water was hot and she could feel her shoulders loosen up as her eyes involuntarily slid closed. She moaned in pleasure, eliciting an identical moan from Jack.
She opened her eyes slowly and moved toward Jack, standing face to face with him and trying not to pay attention to how surreal it felt to be standing here, naked and wet, with him. She'd had plenty of dreams and fantasies that included scenes similar to this; she just never thought they'd come to pass.
Standing there with quite literally nothing between them felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump. If she took this leap, there would be no turning back. No pretending it didn't happen. No "keeping it in the room". They'd come too far to take this leap and then forget it. It would change everything. For her, anyway.
She took a deep breath and placed her hands on his face, pulling his lips toward hers, brushing them gently at first. She felt the dam break and all she could think was "finally" - it had been too many years of pushing these feelings down, stopping herself and maintaining that control when all she wanted to do was press her lips to his and hold on for dear life.
She deepened the kiss, moaning again as Jack responded, firmly kissing her back. The kiss spoke volumes of her feelings, of the abandon she felt finally giving into those feelings. This wasn't an alien-induced kiss, or a "we don't know who we really are" kiss. It was all Sam and she put everything she felt, needed, wanted into it.
Jack's hands made their way down her to her lower back, pulling her body to his. She gasped when she felt his erection against her naked skin, his desire clear. It crossed her mind that this was her last chance to pull back, to put a stop to this before she gave him everything and risked it all - their careers, their friendship. She realized that moving forward from here could take everything she held dear from her for good. And she knew she had no choice, it was a risk she was more than willing - had been for years now - to take.
She moved to give him access to her, breathing hard and gasping as he entered her. She felt her body stretch around him like he'd always belonged right there and held on as he began to make love to her. She pulled her head back and met his eyes, slightly glazed over from lust, and simply let go...