Fic: Commanding Officer Part 2
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Commanding Officer Part 2.
Summary: Jack’s revenge
Category: Romance, smut.
Episode Related: None specific, but after Beachhead
Season: 9
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Graphic Sex, Swearing.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Jack hated being driven around. The drivers were always so damn slow. In Washington it didn’t bother him quite so much if he was late for anything, but here, he really wanted to get to his destination. He hadn’t seen Carter in almost two months and seeing as the last time he’d seen her she’d made him come so hard he’d thought he was going to pass out, he was quite anxious to see her again. Turning up without telling her was a little risky, she might not be home, but he’d been assured she left the base hours ago and it was Friday night. He was pretty sure she’d be home.
He drummed his fingers on the seat. He hadn’t had time to call her anyway. He was supposed to be working, but the President had all but kicked him out of the Oval Office that afternoon and told him to take the weekend off and do whatever it was he needed to do to put him in a better mood. He’d packed a bag and jumped on the first plane to Colorado, not even pausing to change out of his uniform.
The driver finally reached her house and he had to stop himself from running up the path. There were lights on, so someone was home and when he got to the front door it was unlocked. He strolled in; bag slung over his shoulder, and heard laughter from the living room. She wasn’t alone. As he rounded the corner of her kitchen he saw the back of her head and Mitchell’s next to her, Daniel and Teal’c all gathered around her TV, playing on his Playstation that she’d somehow adopted when he moved. They hadn’t even heard him come in and he allowed himself a moment just to watch them interacting, relaxed, happy even, and felt that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he’d had for most of the last year. He missed them. All of them. He missed being a part of their team and he’d never felt more like an outsider in his life.
There they were, Earth’s first line of defence, and they hadn’t even noticed him walk through the front door. God help the galaxy if the Ori ever discovered the allure of video games. He dropped his bag on the floor with the loudest thud he could manage and cleared his throat. All four of them spun round, eyes wide, jaws dropped and then that huge, bright smile starting to spread across her face had almost been worth the wait.
“Hey,” he said casually, shoving his hands in his pockets and stepping into her living room. She was on her feet, still smiling at him and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He could hear the others finally snapping out of it and returning his greeting, but he didn’t answer. She was inches away from him and still neither of them broke the eye contact. His hands fidgeted in his pockets. He wanted to touch her so badly, wanted to pull her to him and drag her off to bed. Would it be rude to kick them all out of her house?
“Hey,” she answered softly, “I thought you had to work this weekend?”
“Well, the President got a little pissed off with me and told me to go home so...” he shrugged his shoulders, “here I am.”
Wait. Had he just referred to her place as ‘home’? Shit.
She pressed her lips together like she was trying not to laugh before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him so forcefully that he almost lost his balance. He took his hands quickly out of his pockets, placed them on her waist, and shifted his weight on his feet for stability, before they both ended up on the floor. She parted her lips, her insistent tongue pushing its way into his mouth and as it stroked across his he couldn’t help a small moan, his hands sliding down to cup her ass through a pair of wonderfully tight jeans. She felt fantastic, her soft curves pressed against him, the smell of her soap, her fingers lacing through his hair and her mouth devouring him. He could hear them talking, Mitchell’s disbelief and Daniel’s insistence that he had known all along, and suddenly became very aware that they had a captive audience and had probably gone past the point of public decency. He put his hands on the tops of her arms and gently pulled away from her, both of them breathing a little faster than normal, and her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket.
“What happened to being discreet?” he smirked at her. Her reply was almost fierce and laced with a little desperation.
“I haven’t seen you in seven weeks. Fuck discretion.” She rested her forehead on his chest and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He allowed his hands to move upwards and his fingers to stroke along her neck and through her soft hair.
All three of them were staring. Mitchell still looking a little shocked, Daniel looking smug as hell and Teal’c, well, Teal’c’s expression was as inscrutable as ever. He pressed a kiss onto the top of her head.
“I’m gonna go get changed,” he said quickly, before stepping away from her, scooping his bag up and making his way towards her room, just managing to catch her scathing look as she realised he was leaving her to deal with the barrage of questions heading their way. Yeah, he was a coward and she’d probably kick his ass for it later.
He’d been half hoping she would follow him to her room, but knew she wouldn’t. Not with everyone here. He showered quickly and changed his clothes, hanging his uniform next to her pristine one in her closet; taking just enough time to be sure she had enough time to answer their questions. Oh, she was definitely going to kick his ass later.
As he went to rejoin the little party, she was standing in her kitchen, leaning against the island in the middle, a fresh cold beer in her hand. He saw her draw it to her lips and take a long, slow drag. He winced. If all the questions had driven her to need a drink, he was in big trouble. His bare feet padded across her kitchen floor and she twisted her head, giving him a sly look from tip to toe. He’d worn the blue t-shirt she liked on purpose. Something about it and his hair? He didn’t know. All he knew was it made her look at him like she wanted to devour him whole. Did she just lick her lips? He grinned, turned her towards him and pressed her against the counter, his hands resting on her hips.
“Well?” he asked.
“I’m gonna kill you,” she stated bluntly.
“Hey, you were the one trying to jump me in the living room.” She lowered her head to hide her grin and when she looked back up at him from under her eyelashes he just had to kiss her. Didn’t she know what that did to him? He gave her a slow, deep kiss, followed by a line of soft kisses along her jaw until he reached her ear and whispered into it, “Think you can get rid of them so you can jump me?” He heard her suck in a breath.
“Actually...I said they could crash here tonight.” Right. Mitchell’s ritual team night for every Friday night they were on Earth. Movies, pizza, beer. He admired the man’s dedication to keeping up his team’s morale, but he’d really prefer it if they weren’t around at the moment.
He groaned into her neck, “Carter.”
She kept her voice low, “I didn’t know you would be here,” her tone was apologetic, but it quickly changed into something else entirely as her hands slid from where they were resting on his chest, almost to the waistband of his jeans, “You’ll just have to be quiet.”
He raised his head, meeting her eyes, “Me?” She flushed a little and bit her bottom lip; they both knew she was much more vocal in bed than he was. He hooked his thumbs underneath her t-shirt, which only just met the top of her jeans, and brushed them across the smooth, warm skin underneath. He glanced over her shoulder at her teammates, all three of them completely engrossed in the game and not paying them the slightest bit of attention. Whether it was on purpose to give them privacy or not he couldn’t tell, and at this point, he didn’t really care. His hand slid across her belly and his fingers toyed with the button of her pants.
“Jack?” she questioned softly.
He grinned and moved his head to whisper in her ear. “Don’t make a sound.” She gasped a little as his fingers unhooked the button and slowly slid the zip down, but she didn’t try to stop him. Instead, she moved her hands to brace herself on the counter, parted her thighs a little and her hips moved towards his hand, silently encouraging him to continue. He feathered kisses along her neck and stroked the back of his fingers across the slightly silky material of her underwear, before turning his hand over and sliding it downwards between the harsh denim and the soft panties. He hooked a finger underneath the elastic and dipped the tip into her wet heat. Her lips were working their way methodically along his neck and he felt her pause as he slid the wet finger along and found her clit. Her forehead fell to his shoulder, but the only sound she made was her heavy breathing.
“Good girl,” he teased, knowing it would infuriate her, but she remained silent and he could feel her trying to control her breathing. His finger slowly ran in circles around her clit, not quite touching the way she wanted him to. Her hips bucked towards him a little, but he just slowed his movement even more and lightened the pressure of his touch. “If you move, I’ll stop.” He muttered in her ear, and her body went rigid next to him; her head snapping up straight, away from his neck and her hands gripping the counter even tighter. He pulled back to look at her and the sight took his breath away. Her face and neck were flushed the most delicious shade of pink, her blue eyes were dark with desire and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the material of her t-shirt. He moved his finger directly over the centre of her clit, rubbed hard and watched her suck her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried not to make any noise.
He was very tempted to lower his head and suck one of those nipples into his mouth, but he saw Daniel glance across at them from his spot on the couch, frowning slightly, no doubt disgusted at them for making out in the kitchen like randy teenagers. Jack winked at him and Daniel shook his head with a smile, turning back to the game.
Jack’s fingers moved away from her clit and she shot him an angry glare until he moved them backwards and thrust one deep inside her in one fluid movement. Her whole body stiffened and her mouth worked silently as she tried to keep from crying out. Watching her trying not to lose it, to keep her control was possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever seen and he suddenly, fully understood the little game she’d started in DC all those weeks ago. It was a power trip. Sure, he’d engaged in a little dominant sex play over the years with various women, but the fact that this was her, and given their history and past relationship; it just added a whole new dimension to the concept.
He slid another finger inside her and moved his thumb to cover her clit. His actions were rather restricted by her clothes but he somehow managed it. Her body was trembling, her eyes almost closed in concentration, and he knew she was getting close. She loved this, the double assault on her clit and inside and he knew it wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge. He moved his thumb quicker and with more pressure, noticing her white knuckles from the death grip she had on the counter.
He abruptly removed his hand and she shot him a look that made him glad she wasn’t armed. He neatly refastened her jeans, grinning at her outraged expression, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, watching her eyes go wide and almost groaning himself as the taste of her exploded on his tongue. She was gasping for breath and hadn’t moved an inch. He kissed her soundly and she still didn’t move. “I did tell you I was going to get you back.”
“Bastard.” She ground out through gritted teeth and he had the insane urge to ruffle her hair, but thought better of it. That might just be pushing his luck too far. He joined the guys in the living room, picking up a controller and flopping down on the couch, leaving her propped against the counter trying to regain her composure. He was really going to pay for this later and he couldn’t wait.
On to Part 3
Thanks to chozen_rogue> <lj user= and mtrainiergirl for all their help. :)
Commanding Officer Part 2.
Summary: Jack’s revenge
Category: Romance, smut.
Episode Related: None specific, but after Beachhead
Season: 9
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Graphic Sex, Swearing.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Jack hated being driven around. The drivers were always so damn slow. In Washington it didn’t bother him quite so much if he was late for anything, but here, he really wanted to get to his destination. He hadn’t seen Carter in almost two months and seeing as the last time he’d seen her she’d made him come so hard he’d thought he was going to pass out, he was quite anxious to see her again. Turning up without telling her was a little risky, she might not be home, but he’d been assured she left the base hours ago and it was Friday night. He was pretty sure she’d be home.
He drummed his fingers on the seat. He hadn’t had time to call her anyway. He was supposed to be working, but the President had all but kicked him out of the Oval Office that afternoon and told him to take the weekend off and do whatever it was he needed to do to put him in a better mood. He’d packed a bag and jumped on the first plane to Colorado, not even pausing to change out of his uniform.
The driver finally reached her house and he had to stop himself from running up the path. There were lights on, so someone was home and when he got to the front door it was unlocked. He strolled in; bag slung over his shoulder, and heard laughter from the living room. She wasn’t alone. As he rounded the corner of her kitchen he saw the back of her head and Mitchell’s next to her, Daniel and Teal’c all gathered around her TV, playing on his Playstation that she’d somehow adopted when he moved. They hadn’t even heard him come in and he allowed himself a moment just to watch them interacting, relaxed, happy even, and felt that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he’d had for most of the last year. He missed them. All of them. He missed being a part of their team and he’d never felt more like an outsider in his life.
There they were, Earth’s first line of defence, and they hadn’t even noticed him walk through the front door. God help the galaxy if the Ori ever discovered the allure of video games. He dropped his bag on the floor with the loudest thud he could manage and cleared his throat. All four of them spun round, eyes wide, jaws dropped and then that huge, bright smile starting to spread across her face had almost been worth the wait.
“Hey,” he said casually, shoving his hands in his pockets and stepping into her living room. She was on her feet, still smiling at him and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He could hear the others finally snapping out of it and returning his greeting, but he didn’t answer. She was inches away from him and still neither of them broke the eye contact. His hands fidgeted in his pockets. He wanted to touch her so badly, wanted to pull her to him and drag her off to bed. Would it be rude to kick them all out of her house?
“Hey,” she answered softly, “I thought you had to work this weekend?”
“Well, the President got a little pissed off with me and told me to go home so...” he shrugged his shoulders, “here I am.”
Wait. Had he just referred to her place as ‘home’? Shit.
She pressed her lips together like she was trying not to laugh before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him so forcefully that he almost lost his balance. He took his hands quickly out of his pockets, placed them on her waist, and shifted his weight on his feet for stability, before they both ended up on the floor. She parted her lips, her insistent tongue pushing its way into his mouth and as it stroked across his he couldn’t help a small moan, his hands sliding down to cup her ass through a pair of wonderfully tight jeans. She felt fantastic, her soft curves pressed against him, the smell of her soap, her fingers lacing through his hair and her mouth devouring him. He could hear them talking, Mitchell’s disbelief and Daniel’s insistence that he had known all along, and suddenly became very aware that they had a captive audience and had probably gone past the point of public decency. He put his hands on the tops of her arms and gently pulled away from her, both of them breathing a little faster than normal, and her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket.
“What happened to being discreet?” he smirked at her. Her reply was almost fierce and laced with a little desperation.
“I haven’t seen you in seven weeks. Fuck discretion.” She rested her forehead on his chest and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He allowed his hands to move upwards and his fingers to stroke along her neck and through her soft hair.
All three of them were staring. Mitchell still looking a little shocked, Daniel looking smug as hell and Teal’c, well, Teal’c’s expression was as inscrutable as ever. He pressed a kiss onto the top of her head.
“I’m gonna go get changed,” he said quickly, before stepping away from her, scooping his bag up and making his way towards her room, just managing to catch her scathing look as she realised he was leaving her to deal with the barrage of questions heading their way. Yeah, he was a coward and she’d probably kick his ass for it later.
He’d been half hoping she would follow him to her room, but knew she wouldn’t. Not with everyone here. He showered quickly and changed his clothes, hanging his uniform next to her pristine one in her closet; taking just enough time to be sure she had enough time to answer their questions. Oh, she was definitely going to kick his ass later.
As he went to rejoin the little party, she was standing in her kitchen, leaning against the island in the middle, a fresh cold beer in her hand. He saw her draw it to her lips and take a long, slow drag. He winced. If all the questions had driven her to need a drink, he was in big trouble. His bare feet padded across her kitchen floor and she twisted her head, giving him a sly look from tip to toe. He’d worn the blue t-shirt she liked on purpose. Something about it and his hair? He didn’t know. All he knew was it made her look at him like she wanted to devour him whole. Did she just lick her lips? He grinned, turned her towards him and pressed her against the counter, his hands resting on her hips.
“Well?” he asked.
“I’m gonna kill you,” she stated bluntly.
“Hey, you were the one trying to jump me in the living room.” She lowered her head to hide her grin and when she looked back up at him from under her eyelashes he just had to kiss her. Didn’t she know what that did to him? He gave her a slow, deep kiss, followed by a line of soft kisses along her jaw until he reached her ear and whispered into it, “Think you can get rid of them so you can jump me?” He heard her suck in a breath.
“Actually...I said they could crash here tonight.” Right. Mitchell’s ritual team night for every Friday night they were on Earth. Movies, pizza, beer. He admired the man’s dedication to keeping up his team’s morale, but he’d really prefer it if they weren’t around at the moment.
He groaned into her neck, “Carter.”
She kept her voice low, “I didn’t know you would be here,” her tone was apologetic, but it quickly changed into something else entirely as her hands slid from where they were resting on his chest, almost to the waistband of his jeans, “You’ll just have to be quiet.”
He raised his head, meeting her eyes, “Me?” She flushed a little and bit her bottom lip; they both knew she was much more vocal in bed than he was. He hooked his thumbs underneath her t-shirt, which only just met the top of her jeans, and brushed them across the smooth, warm skin underneath. He glanced over her shoulder at her teammates, all three of them completely engrossed in the game and not paying them the slightest bit of attention. Whether it was on purpose to give them privacy or not he couldn’t tell, and at this point, he didn’t really care. His hand slid across her belly and his fingers toyed with the button of her pants.
“Jack?” she questioned softly.
He grinned and moved his head to whisper in her ear. “Don’t make a sound.” She gasped a little as his fingers unhooked the button and slowly slid the zip down, but she didn’t try to stop him. Instead, she moved her hands to brace herself on the counter, parted her thighs a little and her hips moved towards his hand, silently encouraging him to continue. He feathered kisses along her neck and stroked the back of his fingers across the slightly silky material of her underwear, before turning his hand over and sliding it downwards between the harsh denim and the soft panties. He hooked a finger underneath the elastic and dipped the tip into her wet heat. Her lips were working their way methodically along his neck and he felt her pause as he slid the wet finger along and found her clit. Her forehead fell to his shoulder, but the only sound she made was her heavy breathing.
“Good girl,” he teased, knowing it would infuriate her, but she remained silent and he could feel her trying to control her breathing. His finger slowly ran in circles around her clit, not quite touching the way she wanted him to. Her hips bucked towards him a little, but he just slowed his movement even more and lightened the pressure of his touch. “If you move, I’ll stop.” He muttered in her ear, and her body went rigid next to him; her head snapping up straight, away from his neck and her hands gripping the counter even tighter. He pulled back to look at her and the sight took his breath away. Her face and neck were flushed the most delicious shade of pink, her blue eyes were dark with desire and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the material of her t-shirt. He moved his finger directly over the centre of her clit, rubbed hard and watched her suck her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried not to make any noise.
He was very tempted to lower his head and suck one of those nipples into his mouth, but he saw Daniel glance across at them from his spot on the couch, frowning slightly, no doubt disgusted at them for making out in the kitchen like randy teenagers. Jack winked at him and Daniel shook his head with a smile, turning back to the game.
Jack’s fingers moved away from her clit and she shot him an angry glare until he moved them backwards and thrust one deep inside her in one fluid movement. Her whole body stiffened and her mouth worked silently as she tried to keep from crying out. Watching her trying not to lose it, to keep her control was possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever seen and he suddenly, fully understood the little game she’d started in DC all those weeks ago. It was a power trip. Sure, he’d engaged in a little dominant sex play over the years with various women, but the fact that this was her, and given their history and past relationship; it just added a whole new dimension to the concept.
He slid another finger inside her and moved his thumb to cover her clit. His actions were rather restricted by her clothes but he somehow managed it. Her body was trembling, her eyes almost closed in concentration, and he knew she was getting close. She loved this, the double assault on her clit and inside and he knew it wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge. He moved his thumb quicker and with more pressure, noticing her white knuckles from the death grip she had on the counter.
He abruptly removed his hand and she shot him a look that made him glad she wasn’t armed. He neatly refastened her jeans, grinning at her outraged expression, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, watching her eyes go wide and almost groaning himself as the taste of her exploded on his tongue. She was gasping for breath and hadn’t moved an inch. He kissed her soundly and she still didn’t move. “I did tell you I was going to get you back.”
“Bastard.” She ground out through gritted teeth and he had the insane urge to ruffle her hair, but thought better of it. That might just be pushing his luck too far. He joined the guys in the living room, picking up a controller and flopping down on the couch, leaving her propped against the counter trying to regain her composure. He was really going to pay for this later and he couldn’t wait.
On to Part 3