Stitches: Frog Me
As a note, this has been finished for....months. I just kept forgetting to post it. There's two more stories after this, I believe. One is finished, one....less so. But anyway!
Stitches: Frog Me
Author: Katrina and Christi
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Somewhere around Inauguration
Summary: They finally get around to it. And then some.
Author's Notes: Gratuitous sex. Feel free to skip if it's not your thing - you won't miss anything important.
--
Overall, Jack's To Do List for today had been pretty standard Saturday fare - finish knitting a pair of socks, watch a couple games followed by a few too many episodes of The Simpsons, and maybe even fire up his trusty grill for the first barbeque of the season.
But now, with his delectable second-in-command’s tongue in his mouth, Jack had an inkling that his plans for today were about to experience a radical overhaul.
Not that you’d hear him complain.
--
“You really like green food, don’t you?”
When Sam turned to look at him, her expression was a priceless combination of long-suffering and amusement. Teasing, she waved a head of broccoli in front of his face. “I don't see what the problem is here.”
Jack had to consider before responding, eyeing the pile of vegetables in his cart that he didn’t recognize as being produce available on Earth. “I’m not sure problem is the right word. Concern, maybe?”
“Vegetables are good for you, Jack. Woman cannot live on beer alone.”
Maybe woman couldn’t, but Jack was willing to bet that man could manage just fine. Instead of making this argument though, Jack simply shifted the subject. (After all, when in doubt, diversion was always your best option.) So he picked up one of the more unidentifiable items and studied it. “How do you even cook something like this?”
“That’s for you to figure out,” she replied lightly, taking it from him and returning it to the cart.
This new information opened a whole host of new potential problems. “Somehow, I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick here.”
“Trust me, you’re not,” she assured him, commandeering the cart and proceeding down the next aisle.
“How do you figure?”
“Easy,” she replied lightly. “You surprise me by cooking some of this. Then I surprise you.”
“With…?” he asked leadingly.
Her expression was perfectly, delightfully evil. “Now if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
And then she sashayed away. Sashayed.
He was so in over his head with this woman.
--
Carter was straddling his lap and her shirt was off. He'd done that, right? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter because this was Carter. On top of him. And he was pretty sure that for once he was actually allowed to touch anything and everything he wanted.
He ran his hands down her long, smooth back, gripping her hips and trying to think about anything but the slow, rolling movement of her hips on top of his. "I have to say," he mumbled between kisses, "I don't remember physical therapy ever having quite this effect on you before."
She pulled away with a wide grin. "No more PT. I'm all healed up." She then proceeded to do some kind of crazy bending, finger flicking thing that had her bra off faster than he could really process.
"And then some," he groaned happily before his hands covered the breasts that he had spent more hours thinking about than he was willing to admit.
Judging from the happy hum that came from the back of her throat as his hands found her hardened nipples, Carter was just fine with his plan of attack.
--
Daniel was rambling on about...something. Again. Which was fine, because it left Jack plenty of time to ponder other things. Like Cassie's upcoming track meet. Or training with Teal'c this afternoon. Or possibly having sex with Carter after work. On his kitchen floor. Though that might be cold with the tile and all.
Well, there was always the Big Blanket of Doom. He was pretty sure it was big enough. Mentally judging sizes, Jack concluded that it would work. Problem solved. Unfortunately, all of his plotting could be for nothing, if Sam's expression as she sat down at their table was any indication.
"You look chipper," Daniel observed wryly.
She just wrinkled her nose by way of response, taking a big bite of her sandwich.
"Are you well, Samantha Carter?" Teal'c inquired.
"Oh, I'm fine." At their silence she added, "It's just that selling my house is a pain."
Ah. She must've been on the phone with the realtor again. Rita was one of those irritating women with big hair and a bigger cloud of perfume following her around. She'd also been pestering Carter most of the week.
"It can't be that bad," Daniel placated.
The glare she sent Daniel's way made Jack curb a smile. Trying to play the dutiful savior, Jack selflessly pushed his plate of chocolate cake in her direction with his fork. "Cake?"
Her gaze lingered on the cake for a moment before her expression softened and she smiled up at him, visibly relaxing a bit. "Thanks," she said, taking a bite. "Sorry for the mood, guys."
Glad to have cheered her up, Jack smiled smugly at Daniel (who was blinking in blank confusion) and Teal'c (who had his usual one eyebrow raised) before turning back to his lunch.
After all, he had to keep his energy up. The kitchen floor was waiting.
--
Carter was kissing his neck. And his chest. And unbuckling his fly. On his couch.
Never mind that he was about three decades too old for couch sex. Never mind that his couch was leather and there would inevitably be sticking issues. What really mattered was that Samantha Carter was on top of him, half-naked and practically vibrating with eagerness.
"Just to be clear," he managed through the haze quickly taking over his mind, "you came over to seduce me, right? Because if this is a bizarre space-related thing, well...." He might cry. Manly tears of very blue balls.
As his fingers slipped under the waistband of her pants and found her wet, she actually yelped, losing focus and falling on top of him with a desperate thrust of her pelvis. "God, Jack," she gasped, gripping his shirt and releasing it almost spasmodically. "Pants off. And don't stop doing-" her orders trailed off as he flicked his fingers again. Sam let out some cross between a moan and a chuckle that actually made his dick twitch
Now riding his hand with a growing urgency, "Jack, please," she begged, whispering in his ear. "Just take off your pants."
Completely lost, Jack figured that was close enough of a 'yes' to count.
--
There was no point in checking the clock again, Jack reminded himself as he stared at a senseless jumble of numbers and letters that were supposed to be his latest mission report. He'd checked it five minutes ago. And a few minutes before that. No matter how hard he stared, time wasn't going to any faster.
Even if he really wanted it to.
At least he wasn’t alone - judging from Carter’s repeated sighs as she worked, he wasn’t the only one anxious to get home. As she stopped fiddling with whatever piece of alien machinery in her lap to glance at the clock, Jack had to suppress the impulse to grin. “Half an hour left,” he supplied easily.
Seeming a bit embarrassed at being caught, Sam glared at him. “Are you finished with your latest mission report?”
“Finished enough,” he assured her. Reports were boring. Thinking about what would happen when they got home was much more fun. “How’s your alien stuff coming along?”
She grinned, leaning against the table. “It’s not.”
“No?” he asked with feigned innocence.
“No,” she confirmed with mock sincerity. “I can’t imagine why.”
Was it wrong that knowing he was actually distracting her from science was a huge turn-on?
Luckily (or unluckily, depending on your point of view), Daniel arrived just then, putting an immediate damper to any regulation breaking thoughts. “Knock knock,” he said needlessly before barging into Sam’s lab.
“Hey Daniel,” Sam chirped, obviously happy to see him.
“Almost done?” Daniel asked, examining the…whatever it was Carter had been working on.
“For today, anyway,” she confirmed.
“Great! So, you have any plans tonight? Because I thought we could grab dinner.”
No. Nonono. They had plans, dammit. Important and blessedly naked plans that Daniel sure as hell was not invited to.
For a person who worked in a top secret facility, Sam Carter was not a good liar under pressure. “Oh,” was all she came up with at first. “I, um, was actually thinking of ordering in.”
“That could work, too,” Daniel pressed. “Rent a movie, get some Chinese food….”
Daniel was being pushy. Was Daniel always this pushy? Judging from Sam’s wrinkled brow, Jack was guessing not. "I really appreciate the offer, Daniel. But I think I'm okay for tonight. Maybe next week?" Was that annoyance he heard?
Daniel's eyebrows jumped. "Next week? For someone who doesn't have any plans--"
"I'm busy!" Sam interrupted, obviously a bit louder than she'd intended.
Daniel leaned forward, completely unfazed. "How busy?"
"Daniel…" Sam said warningly.
"Sam?" Daniel met her stare evenly, obviously trying not to smile.
Jack watched the showdown in interest, wondering if this was always how they were when he wasn’t around. "Very busy," she finally reiterated calmly.
"Uh huh," Daniel adjusted his glasses, but still didn’t back down. When had he gotten so hard to handle? Jack tried to think back and realized that he always had been.
As Jack watched, Carter’s expression changed, showing a trace of worry. "You're okay, right? You're just giving me shit, not actually asking for company?"
"Oh, I'm fine," Daniel agreed a little too sweetly, as he stood up straight again. "I just wanted to let you know that I know."
Now that got Jack’s attention, and he gaped at the archeologist a bit. Did Daniel know what Jack thought Daniel knew?
"You could have just said," Sam muttered, glaring a bit around her smile.
“Now where's the fun in that?" Daniel teased.
Feeling a bit over his head, Jack looked from Daniel to Sam and then back again. "Does Teal'c know?" he asked, curious now that the topic was on the table.
"Who do you think told me?" Daniel pointed out.
"Right," Sam shook her head and motioned to her lab door, ushering him out. "Of course he did."
Daniel lingered in the doorway, still gloating. "Obvious?" she asked Daniel.
"Nah," he reassured her.
"You're sure?"
"Well, to Teal'c."
That made them all pause, sharing a look.
"So we’re good then," Jack confirmed.
“Yup!” Daniel confirmed, heading out the door. “Have a good weekend, guys.”
“Oh, we will!” Jack drawled, grinning a bit.
--
Pants. Pants off now. Of course, kicking them off was easier said than done, so they ended up somewhere around his knees. Luckily, Carter was more spry than he was so by the time he got back to her she was finally, blessedly naked.
He stopped for one minute - one perfectly painful minute - just to savor the picture she made. But before she could even fully form a complaint, he was there, pushing her back onto the sofa with a groan and slipping down to linger over her stomach.
And run his hands up her legs.
And just taste her right-
But before he could get that far, she yanked his head up, capturing his mouth again in a long, hot kiss that made him forget what he had been doing. “Jack,” she muttered as her lips wandered to his ear.
“Wuh?” he managed.
“We’ve had years of foreplay. Sex now.”
As she brushed up against him, her wet heat made his brain completely stop. There was no point in arguing with the smartest person he knew anyway. So, with a slight shift he was there and it was….
It was completely worth the wait.
As they started moving together (awkwardly at first, then better, then really, really…), Jack had exactly enough brainpower left for one thought. “Shit. Carter. This isn’t going to take long.”
She managed to smile somehow, that brilliant blinding smile. “Just don’t stop,” she managed, kissing him and wrapping her long legs around him before she came.
He managed to gasp a breath and thank whatever God there was before he followed her.
--
“She’s so fast!” Jack exclaimed, watching Cassie sprint around the track with awe.
“It is All State, Jack. She didn’t get here by luck of the draw.”
“I know,” he replied. “I just didn’t…know.”
“It always takes me by surprise,” a voice next to them chimed in. When they turned to look, they realized it was one of the coaches, a friendly woman of about 50. “I remember being that energetic, but it seems like a long time ago now.”
Now, there was a truth that hit a little too close to home, Jack thought wryly. “Tell me about it,” he muttered.
She just laughed, holding out her hand. “Cynthia Dalton, Assistant Coach. Which kid are you rooting for?”
“Cassandra Fraiser. The one who’s winning,” Jack added proudly.
“Oh, she’s a crowd favorite. And a great kid. You’re two lucky parents,” Cynthia said.
“Oh, no, we’re…” he started to correct her, and then Cassie crossed the finish line and all else was forgotten.
Besides, they were lucky.
--
He had been right. The leather was sticking.
Now ask him if he cared.
Beneath him, still trying to catch her breath, Carter was...laughing? When he managed to find the energy to lift up his head enough to raise an eyebrow at her, she just laughed harder. “We’re worse than teenagers,” she pointed out.
He grinned before kissing her lazily. “Young at heart?”
“Horny,” she replied.
“Well, that too,” he admitted. “But we’ve earned it.”
“And then some,” she agreed with a smile, kissing his nose before pushing him back so she could sit up and wrap the Blanket of Doom around her. “What do you say to a relocation?”
“Someplace more grown up?” he suggested, trying to stand up and tripping over his pants.
Through her giggles, she stood, letting the blanket fall off of her to offer him a hand. After a moment’s grumbling, he took it - and pulled her down to the floor with him, rolling her onto her back.
She was laughing, slapping his arm. “What happened to someplace more grown up?” she asked a little breathlessly as he skimmed down her body.
“Being grown up is overrated,” Jack murmured before moving on to better things.
Stitches: Frog Me
Author: Katrina and Christi
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Somewhere around Inauguration
Summary: They finally get around to it. And then some.
Author's Notes: Gratuitous sex. Feel free to skip if it's not your thing - you won't miss anything important.
--
Overall, Jack's To Do List for today had been pretty standard Saturday fare - finish knitting a pair of socks, watch a couple games followed by a few too many episodes of The Simpsons, and maybe even fire up his trusty grill for the first barbeque of the season.
But now, with his delectable second-in-command’s tongue in his mouth, Jack had an inkling that his plans for today were about to experience a radical overhaul.
Not that you’d hear him complain.
--
“You really like green food, don’t you?”
When Sam turned to look at him, her expression was a priceless combination of long-suffering and amusement. Teasing, she waved a head of broccoli in front of his face. “I don't see what the problem is here.”
Jack had to consider before responding, eyeing the pile of vegetables in his cart that he didn’t recognize as being produce available on Earth. “I’m not sure problem is the right word. Concern, maybe?”
“Vegetables are good for you, Jack. Woman cannot live on beer alone.”
Maybe woman couldn’t, but Jack was willing to bet that man could manage just fine. Instead of making this argument though, Jack simply shifted the subject. (After all, when in doubt, diversion was always your best option.) So he picked up one of the more unidentifiable items and studied it. “How do you even cook something like this?”
“That’s for you to figure out,” she replied lightly, taking it from him and returning it to the cart.
This new information opened a whole host of new potential problems. “Somehow, I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick here.”
“Trust me, you’re not,” she assured him, commandeering the cart and proceeding down the next aisle.
“How do you figure?”
“Easy,” she replied lightly. “You surprise me by cooking some of this. Then I surprise you.”
“With…?” he asked leadingly.
Her expression was perfectly, delightfully evil. “Now if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
And then she sashayed away. Sashayed.
He was so in over his head with this woman.
--
Carter was straddling his lap and her shirt was off. He'd done that, right? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter because this was Carter. On top of him. And he was pretty sure that for once he was actually allowed to touch anything and everything he wanted.
He ran his hands down her long, smooth back, gripping her hips and trying to think about anything but the slow, rolling movement of her hips on top of his. "I have to say," he mumbled between kisses, "I don't remember physical therapy ever having quite this effect on you before."
She pulled away with a wide grin. "No more PT. I'm all healed up." She then proceeded to do some kind of crazy bending, finger flicking thing that had her bra off faster than he could really process.
"And then some," he groaned happily before his hands covered the breasts that he had spent more hours thinking about than he was willing to admit.
Judging from the happy hum that came from the back of her throat as his hands found her hardened nipples, Carter was just fine with his plan of attack.
--
Daniel was rambling on about...something. Again. Which was fine, because it left Jack plenty of time to ponder other things. Like Cassie's upcoming track meet. Or training with Teal'c this afternoon. Or possibly having sex with Carter after work. On his kitchen floor. Though that might be cold with the tile and all.
Well, there was always the Big Blanket of Doom. He was pretty sure it was big enough. Mentally judging sizes, Jack concluded that it would work. Problem solved. Unfortunately, all of his plotting could be for nothing, if Sam's expression as she sat down at their table was any indication.
"You look chipper," Daniel observed wryly.
She just wrinkled her nose by way of response, taking a big bite of her sandwich.
"Are you well, Samantha Carter?" Teal'c inquired.
"Oh, I'm fine." At their silence she added, "It's just that selling my house is a pain."
Ah. She must've been on the phone with the realtor again. Rita was one of those irritating women with big hair and a bigger cloud of perfume following her around. She'd also been pestering Carter most of the week.
"It can't be that bad," Daniel placated.
The glare she sent Daniel's way made Jack curb a smile. Trying to play the dutiful savior, Jack selflessly pushed his plate of chocolate cake in her direction with his fork. "Cake?"
Her gaze lingered on the cake for a moment before her expression softened and she smiled up at him, visibly relaxing a bit. "Thanks," she said, taking a bite. "Sorry for the mood, guys."
Glad to have cheered her up, Jack smiled smugly at Daniel (who was blinking in blank confusion) and Teal'c (who had his usual one eyebrow raised) before turning back to his lunch.
After all, he had to keep his energy up. The kitchen floor was waiting.
--
Carter was kissing his neck. And his chest. And unbuckling his fly. On his couch.
Never mind that he was about three decades too old for couch sex. Never mind that his couch was leather and there would inevitably be sticking issues. What really mattered was that Samantha Carter was on top of him, half-naked and practically vibrating with eagerness.
"Just to be clear," he managed through the haze quickly taking over his mind, "you came over to seduce me, right? Because if this is a bizarre space-related thing, well...." He might cry. Manly tears of very blue balls.
As his fingers slipped under the waistband of her pants and found her wet, she actually yelped, losing focus and falling on top of him with a desperate thrust of her pelvis. "God, Jack," she gasped, gripping his shirt and releasing it almost spasmodically. "Pants off. And don't stop doing-" her orders trailed off as he flicked his fingers again. Sam let out some cross between a moan and a chuckle that actually made his dick twitch
Now riding his hand with a growing urgency, "Jack, please," she begged, whispering in his ear. "Just take off your pants."
Completely lost, Jack figured that was close enough of a 'yes' to count.
--
There was no point in checking the clock again, Jack reminded himself as he stared at a senseless jumble of numbers and letters that were supposed to be his latest mission report. He'd checked it five minutes ago. And a few minutes before that. No matter how hard he stared, time wasn't going to any faster.
Even if he really wanted it to.
At least he wasn’t alone - judging from Carter’s repeated sighs as she worked, he wasn’t the only one anxious to get home. As she stopped fiddling with whatever piece of alien machinery in her lap to glance at the clock, Jack had to suppress the impulse to grin. “Half an hour left,” he supplied easily.
Seeming a bit embarrassed at being caught, Sam glared at him. “Are you finished with your latest mission report?”
“Finished enough,” he assured her. Reports were boring. Thinking about what would happen when they got home was much more fun. “How’s your alien stuff coming along?”
She grinned, leaning against the table. “It’s not.”
“No?” he asked with feigned innocence.
“No,” she confirmed with mock sincerity. “I can’t imagine why.”
Was it wrong that knowing he was actually distracting her from science was a huge turn-on?
Luckily (or unluckily, depending on your point of view), Daniel arrived just then, putting an immediate damper to any regulation breaking thoughts. “Knock knock,” he said needlessly before barging into Sam’s lab.
“Hey Daniel,” Sam chirped, obviously happy to see him.
“Almost done?” Daniel asked, examining the…whatever it was Carter had been working on.
“For today, anyway,” she confirmed.
“Great! So, you have any plans tonight? Because I thought we could grab dinner.”
No. Nonono. They had plans, dammit. Important and blessedly naked plans that Daniel sure as hell was not invited to.
For a person who worked in a top secret facility, Sam Carter was not a good liar under pressure. “Oh,” was all she came up with at first. “I, um, was actually thinking of ordering in.”
“That could work, too,” Daniel pressed. “Rent a movie, get some Chinese food….”
Daniel was being pushy. Was Daniel always this pushy? Judging from Sam’s wrinkled brow, Jack was guessing not. "I really appreciate the offer, Daniel. But I think I'm okay for tonight. Maybe next week?" Was that annoyance he heard?
Daniel's eyebrows jumped. "Next week? For someone who doesn't have any plans--"
"I'm busy!" Sam interrupted, obviously a bit louder than she'd intended.
Daniel leaned forward, completely unfazed. "How busy?"
"Daniel…" Sam said warningly.
"Sam?" Daniel met her stare evenly, obviously trying not to smile.
Jack watched the showdown in interest, wondering if this was always how they were when he wasn’t around. "Very busy," she finally reiterated calmly.
"Uh huh," Daniel adjusted his glasses, but still didn’t back down. When had he gotten so hard to handle? Jack tried to think back and realized that he always had been.
As Jack watched, Carter’s expression changed, showing a trace of worry. "You're okay, right? You're just giving me shit, not actually asking for company?"
"Oh, I'm fine," Daniel agreed a little too sweetly, as he stood up straight again. "I just wanted to let you know that I know."
Now that got Jack’s attention, and he gaped at the archeologist a bit. Did Daniel know what Jack thought Daniel knew?
"You could have just said," Sam muttered, glaring a bit around her smile.
“Now where's the fun in that?" Daniel teased.
Feeling a bit over his head, Jack looked from Daniel to Sam and then back again. "Does Teal'c know?" he asked, curious now that the topic was on the table.
"Who do you think told me?" Daniel pointed out.
"Right," Sam shook her head and motioned to her lab door, ushering him out. "Of course he did."
Daniel lingered in the doorway, still gloating. "Obvious?" she asked Daniel.
"Nah," he reassured her.
"You're sure?"
"Well, to Teal'c."
That made them all pause, sharing a look.
"So we’re good then," Jack confirmed.
“Yup!” Daniel confirmed, heading out the door. “Have a good weekend, guys.”
“Oh, we will!” Jack drawled, grinning a bit.
--
Pants. Pants off now. Of course, kicking them off was easier said than done, so they ended up somewhere around his knees. Luckily, Carter was more spry than he was so by the time he got back to her she was finally, blessedly naked.
He stopped for one minute - one perfectly painful minute - just to savor the picture she made. But before she could even fully form a complaint, he was there, pushing her back onto the sofa with a groan and slipping down to linger over her stomach.
And run his hands up her legs.
And just taste her right-
But before he could get that far, she yanked his head up, capturing his mouth again in a long, hot kiss that made him forget what he had been doing. “Jack,” she muttered as her lips wandered to his ear.
“Wuh?” he managed.
“We’ve had years of foreplay. Sex now.”
As she brushed up against him, her wet heat made his brain completely stop. There was no point in arguing with the smartest person he knew anyway. So, with a slight shift he was there and it was….
It was completely worth the wait.
As they started moving together (awkwardly at first, then better, then really, really…), Jack had exactly enough brainpower left for one thought. “Shit. Carter. This isn’t going to take long.”
She managed to smile somehow, that brilliant blinding smile. “Just don’t stop,” she managed, kissing him and wrapping her long legs around him before she came.
He managed to gasp a breath and thank whatever God there was before he followed her.
--
“She’s so fast!” Jack exclaimed, watching Cassie sprint around the track with awe.
“It is All State, Jack. She didn’t get here by luck of the draw.”
“I know,” he replied. “I just didn’t…know.”
“It always takes me by surprise,” a voice next to them chimed in. When they turned to look, they realized it was one of the coaches, a friendly woman of about 50. “I remember being that energetic, but it seems like a long time ago now.”
Now, there was a truth that hit a little too close to home, Jack thought wryly. “Tell me about it,” he muttered.
She just laughed, holding out her hand. “Cynthia Dalton, Assistant Coach. Which kid are you rooting for?”
“Cassandra Fraiser. The one who’s winning,” Jack added proudly.
“Oh, she’s a crowd favorite. And a great kid. You’re two lucky parents,” Cynthia said.
“Oh, no, we’re…” he started to correct her, and then Cassie crossed the finish line and all else was forgotten.
Besides, they were lucky.
--
He had been right. The leather was sticking.
Now ask him if he cared.
Beneath him, still trying to catch her breath, Carter was...laughing? When he managed to find the energy to lift up his head enough to raise an eyebrow at her, she just laughed harder. “We’re worse than teenagers,” she pointed out.
He grinned before kissing her lazily. “Young at heart?”
“Horny,” she replied.
“Well, that too,” he admitted. “But we’ve earned it.”
“And then some,” she agreed with a smile, kissing his nose before pushing him back so she could sit up and wrap the Blanket of Doom around her. “What do you say to a relocation?”
“Someplace more grown up?” he suggested, trying to stand up and tripping over his pants.
Through her giggles, she stood, letting the blanket fall off of her to offer him a hand. After a moment’s grumbling, he took it - and pulled her down to the floor with him, rolling her onto her back.
She was laughing, slapping his arm. “What happened to someplace more grown up?” she asked a little breathlessly as he skimmed down her body.
“Being grown up is overrated,” Jack murmured before moving on to better things.