Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt.4
Title: Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt. 4
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 3. Past
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: romance, smut
Word count: 603
Disclamer: not mine, nor do I make any money from them
Summary: Jack's POV of the resolution of the UST
Jack couldn't help but let his gaze slide over Carter's naked form. Ever since that day ages ago when Carter had all but attacked him in this very locker room wearing that teeny tiny tank top, Jack had craved a better look. Sure, she'd been under the influence of some alien illness, but he'd always wished (just a little) that she'd slip just a little and let go of her modesty like that again.
She flushed under his scrutiny, even though she was doing plenty of gazing in her own right. His cock twitched at the pink tinge traveled all the way down to her breasts.
When he finally couldn't take it anymore, Jack cleared his throat "Carter, ya comin' in or not? You're letting all the cold air in!" His voice was thick with desire and need and he saw her shiver slightly at the sound of it. He moved aside so she could step under the spray, moaning when the water pulled a throaty moan from her.
The tension was killing him, he didn't think he'd be able to hold out much longer. The last thing he wanted to do was push Sam, but this teasing was becoming too much for him to handle.
He met her big blue eyes and waited as patiently as he could for her to think things through and make a decision. He knew she wouldn't take this decision lightly and couldn't blame her. If they took this further, it would change everything. The risks were enormous. On the other hand, he never was one for following the rules and he couldn't just sit idly by anymore.
He'd wanted this amazing woman from the minute she walked into that conference room and put his men (and, if he was gonna be honest, him) in their place. He respected her, though, and didn't want her to feel like she was being pushed into a decision that could jeopardize her career.
She took him by surprise when she stepped toward him, her soft, slender hands cupping his face as her lips brushed his. It took every ounce of his control not to push back harder, to take what he'd needed and wanted for so long.
He knew the moment when she decided to throw caution to the wind - her lips pressed firmly to his as she assaulted his mouth with her tongue. He kissed her back passionately, thrilled beyond words that *this* time she'd remember the kiss, unlike all those times when they'd been stuck in the God forsaken time loop.
He wanted - needed - to pull her closer still and enter her. He couldn't take it anymore. But ever the gentleman, he knew he had to let it be her choice and he'd follow her lead, even if it killed him. Placing his hands on her lower back, he gently pulled her closer, hoping she'd take pity on an old man and give him the go ahead to seek some relief.
Her gasp when their skin touched tore through him, making him ache even more. He could practically hear her thinking and it took everything he had not to growl at her. He didn't want to say a word and shatter the silent moment they were sharing. He simply kept kissing her while she thought and weighed her options.
Finally she moved to grant him access and he groaned as he entered her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. He marveled at how they just fit together as he began to slowly make love to her, his eyes glazing over as his passion took control...
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 3. Past
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: romance, smut
Word count: 603
Disclamer: not mine, nor do I make any money from them
Summary: Jack's POV of the resolution of the UST
Jack couldn't help but let his gaze slide over Carter's naked form. Ever since that day ages ago when Carter had all but attacked him in this very locker room wearing that teeny tiny tank top, Jack had craved a better look. Sure, she'd been under the influence of some alien illness, but he'd always wished (just a little) that she'd slip just a little and let go of her modesty like that again.
She flushed under his scrutiny, even though she was doing plenty of gazing in her own right. His cock twitched at the pink tinge traveled all the way down to her breasts.
When he finally couldn't take it anymore, Jack cleared his throat "Carter, ya comin' in or not? You're letting all the cold air in!" His voice was thick with desire and need and he saw her shiver slightly at the sound of it. He moved aside so she could step under the spray, moaning when the water pulled a throaty moan from her.
The tension was killing him, he didn't think he'd be able to hold out much longer. The last thing he wanted to do was push Sam, but this teasing was becoming too much for him to handle.
He met her big blue eyes and waited as patiently as he could for her to think things through and make a decision. He knew she wouldn't take this decision lightly and couldn't blame her. If they took this further, it would change everything. The risks were enormous. On the other hand, he never was one for following the rules and he couldn't just sit idly by anymore.
He'd wanted this amazing woman from the minute she walked into that conference room and put his men (and, if he was gonna be honest, him) in their place. He respected her, though, and didn't want her to feel like she was being pushed into a decision that could jeopardize her career.
She took him by surprise when she stepped toward him, her soft, slender hands cupping his face as her lips brushed his. It took every ounce of his control not to push back harder, to take what he'd needed and wanted for so long.
He knew the moment when she decided to throw caution to the wind - her lips pressed firmly to his as she assaulted his mouth with her tongue. He kissed her back passionately, thrilled beyond words that *this* time she'd remember the kiss, unlike all those times when they'd been stuck in the God forsaken time loop.
He wanted - needed - to pull her closer still and enter her. He couldn't take it anymore. But ever the gentleman, he knew he had to let it be her choice and he'd follow her lead, even if it killed him. Placing his hands on her lower back, he gently pulled her closer, hoping she'd take pity on an old man and give him the go ahead to seek some relief.
Her gasp when their skin touched tore through him, making him ache even more. He could practically hear her thinking and it took everything he had not to growl at her. He didn't want to say a word and shatter the silent moment they were sharing. He simply kept kissing her while she thought and weighed her options.
Finally she moved to grant him access and he groaned as he entered her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. He marveled at how they just fit together as he began to slowly make love to her, his eyes glazing over as his passion took control...