Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt.5
Title: Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt. 5
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 7. Symbol
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: drama
Word count: 885
Disclamer:not mine and I don't make any money playing with 'em
Summary: the conclusion of Sam's hot shower
Sam held on as if her life depended on it. And if she was being completely honest, it pretty much did. There would be no turning back now that she'd let go and taken this leap. Even if they vowed to keep this, too, in the room, it would always be there between them.
But right now, in this very moment, with Jack buried deep inside her, moving against her, she found it difficult to be too worried. She'd never felt a fit like this before - no one else had ever felt *right* like Jack did. She'd never felt bliss like this. Her body had never responded quite like this - she had lost all control and for the first time in her life she was ok with that too.
They were meant to be together like this - regulations be damned.
She moaned Jack's name in his ear as she came, clinging tightly to him...
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack groaned at how right it felt to have Sam wrapped around him like her very life depended on it. And really, there'd be plenty of times they'd been just about this close to one another and their lives HAD depended on it - just never this close or this naked.
She fit him perfectly and he knew that even if they agreed to keep this "in the room", he'd never be able to go back to "before".
He was professional enough to continue to do his job - sex with Carter wasn't going to change how he regarded Carter in the field. He'd been over-protective of her for years now. That wouldn't change. He just couldn't guarantee he wouldn't knock a few aliens out if they looked at her sideways, is all.
Sam moaned his name in his ear as she came, pushing him right over the edge to his own release. He'd always loved the way his name sounded when she said it...
*~*~*~*~*~*
They decided that it'd be best if Jack left the locker room first, and then Sam a little after. Just in case anyone was wandering the halls and saw them leave. It was better not to raise any suspicions...
Sam sat on the bench in front of her locker, her BDU jacket in her hand, her fingers tracing her SG-1 patch. That patch had come to be more than just a piece of fabric velcro-ed to her jacket - it symbolized family, adventure, exploration, a life spent, if she was being honest with herself, in denial. Denying she wanted the "American dream" of family, the white picket fence, the "perfect" guy.
Her shower with Jack woke her up in more ways than one. It woke up the feelings she thought she'd buried deep down inside where they would go unacknowledged indefinitely. It woke up her yearning for a "normal" life. She'd never give up wormhole travel or SG-1, but she had to admit it was a lonely existence.
Unfortunately, if anyone ever learned of their indiscretion or feelings for one another, they'd both be court marshalled and discharged. And the last thing she wanted was two ruined careers. It was time to have "the talk"...
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack wasn't at all surprised when Carter pulled up to his house on her motorcycle and circle around back to the fire he had just started. He sat back and waited for her to sit next to him in "her" spot. Waited for her to say what was on her mind. No need to prompt her; she'd speak when she was good and ready.
"Sir...Jack...what happened today..." she started, suddenly feeling shy and awkward, which she knew was ridiculous. Then again, the man *had* seen her naked...
"Was amazing and long overdue." Jack finished for her, hoping to lighten the mood and let her off the hook a little.
"Yes, and could ruin everything if the wrong people hear about it." Sam pulled her knees up to her chest and sighed deeply.
"It could. If anyone knew about it. But I'm pretty sure we're both masters at keeping secrets at this point." Jack smirked, realizing that it was more a matter of "don't ask don't tell" at work than keeping secrets about their feelings. An unspoken agreement that no one talked about how the Colonel and his 2IC felt about one another. The first rule of fight club...and all that jazz. "Well, ok, so maybe not. But our people seem pretty good at taking care of one another and not letting precious intel fall into the wrong hands. I have no intention of never doing that again so we're just going to have to find a way to do it in less conspicuous places until they finally let me retire."
Sam buried her head in her crossed arms and chuckled, a blush creeping over her cheeks. "Less conspicuous places, huh? Looks like we have our work cut out for us..." her voice muffled by her arms, the challenge coming through loud and clear.
"Oh I think we'll find this a job we are both more than equipped to handle, Carter." Jack nudged her arm with his elbow, drawing his face to hers when she looked up. He kissed her softly, giving her all the reassurance that they were going to be ok that she needed.
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 7. Symbol
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: drama
Word count: 885
Disclamer:not mine and I don't make any money playing with 'em
Summary: the conclusion of Sam's hot shower
Sam held on as if her life depended on it. And if she was being completely honest, it pretty much did. There would be no turning back now that she'd let go and taken this leap. Even if they vowed to keep this, too, in the room, it would always be there between them.
But right now, in this very moment, with Jack buried deep inside her, moving against her, she found it difficult to be too worried. She'd never felt a fit like this before - no one else had ever felt *right* like Jack did. She'd never felt bliss like this. Her body had never responded quite like this - she had lost all control and for the first time in her life she was ok with that too.
They were meant to be together like this - regulations be damned.
She moaned Jack's name in his ear as she came, clinging tightly to him...
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack groaned at how right it felt to have Sam wrapped around him like her very life depended on it. And really, there'd be plenty of times they'd been just about this close to one another and their lives HAD depended on it - just never this close or this naked.
She fit him perfectly and he knew that even if they agreed to keep this "in the room", he'd never be able to go back to "before".
He was professional enough to continue to do his job - sex with Carter wasn't going to change how he regarded Carter in the field. He'd been over-protective of her for years now. That wouldn't change. He just couldn't guarantee he wouldn't knock a few aliens out if they looked at her sideways, is all.
Sam moaned his name in his ear as she came, pushing him right over the edge to his own release. He'd always loved the way his name sounded when she said it...
*~*~*~*~*~*
They decided that it'd be best if Jack left the locker room first, and then Sam a little after. Just in case anyone was wandering the halls and saw them leave. It was better not to raise any suspicions...
Sam sat on the bench in front of her locker, her BDU jacket in her hand, her fingers tracing her SG-1 patch. That patch had come to be more than just a piece of fabric velcro-ed to her jacket - it symbolized family, adventure, exploration, a life spent, if she was being honest with herself, in denial. Denying she wanted the "American dream" of family, the white picket fence, the "perfect" guy.
Her shower with Jack woke her up in more ways than one. It woke up the feelings she thought she'd buried deep down inside where they would go unacknowledged indefinitely. It woke up her yearning for a "normal" life. She'd never give up wormhole travel or SG-1, but she had to admit it was a lonely existence.
Unfortunately, if anyone ever learned of their indiscretion or feelings for one another, they'd both be court marshalled and discharged. And the last thing she wanted was two ruined careers. It was time to have "the talk"...
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack wasn't at all surprised when Carter pulled up to his house on her motorcycle and circle around back to the fire he had just started. He sat back and waited for her to sit next to him in "her" spot. Waited for her to say what was on her mind. No need to prompt her; she'd speak when she was good and ready.
"Sir...Jack...what happened today..." she started, suddenly feeling shy and awkward, which she knew was ridiculous. Then again, the man *had* seen her naked...
"Was amazing and long overdue." Jack finished for her, hoping to lighten the mood and let her off the hook a little.
"Yes, and could ruin everything if the wrong people hear about it." Sam pulled her knees up to her chest and sighed deeply.
"It could. If anyone knew about it. But I'm pretty sure we're both masters at keeping secrets at this point." Jack smirked, realizing that it was more a matter of "don't ask don't tell" at work than keeping secrets about their feelings. An unspoken agreement that no one talked about how the Colonel and his 2IC felt about one another. The first rule of fight club...and all that jazz. "Well, ok, so maybe not. But our people seem pretty good at taking care of one another and not letting precious intel fall into the wrong hands. I have no intention of never doing that again so we're just going to have to find a way to do it in less conspicuous places until they finally let me retire."
Sam buried her head in her crossed arms and chuckled, a blush creeping over her cheeks. "Less conspicuous places, huh? Looks like we have our work cut out for us..." her voice muffled by her arms, the challenge coming through loud and clear.
"Oh I think we'll find this a job we are both more than equipped to handle, Carter." Jack nudged her arm with his elbow, drawing his face to hers when she looked up. He kissed her softly, giving her all the reassurance that they were going to be ok that she needed.