Five Things (Sam/Jack) ADULT
For nandamai
Sam/Jack. Seasons 9 and 10. ADULT.
Five Places Sam and Jack Have Had Sex (Or Tried To):
1. They've only officially been dating for two months, but they really haven't seen each other too much and sex is new for them. It's been good but... polite. He picks her up from the airport in his new pick-up. It's night time and it feels like she hasn't seen him in forever, and she can't keep her eyes off of him as he drives. She can't stop thinking about what will happen when they get home because now she finally knows what he's like, how he kisses, what he feels like.
He’s always been the oblivious sort when it suits him, but she’s apparently telegraphing her desire full bore because he suddenly steers the truck off the freeway and onto a back road out into the forests. He leans over her awkwardly, pressing her back against the truck door, kissing her with a grin. He’s struggling to get his hands under her clothes, and she finally pushes them away. She doesn’t need it. She starts working on her jeans and Jack sits back properly in the seat, working at his belt buckle with haste. He lifts his hips to shove his pants just down his hips, and he’s already hard. She struggles with her own pants, and he helps her, grabbing the legs and yanking them off of her as she kicks her shoes off. She quickly manages her underwear as well, and then she’s sliding over him, straddling his thighs and bracing herself on his shoulders while trying not to knock her head against the roof.
He steers her hips, using more strength then he normally might as he tries to keep her from permanently disabling him in her eagerness. When she finally sinks down over him, his head thumps back against the seat and he exhales in a rush. She smiles at that and moves, fingers curling into the material of his dress shirt at his shoulders. She leans down to press her mouth against his throat. He circles her back with one arm, but uses the other hand to loosen his tie. She nuzzles in against his collarbone, and he swears softly in her ear. It’s not at all the same as the other times they’ve had sex, but it’s so good anyway. Better, because it’s uncomfortable and ridiculous and they both want it so badly they’re willing to put in the extra effort.
He’s already trying to slow her down, a desperate sound escaping his lips, and she’s pretty close, but not as close as he is. She really doesn’t want to stop moving, so she reaches down between them to slide a finger against her clit. It’s the first time she’s touched herself in front of him, and even though he can’t see it, he can feel it. His arms tighten to steel around her as he comes, groaning into her neck. She’s already there though and climaxes quietly, pressing her mouth against his shoulder.
“Missed you," Sam mumbles into his shirt.
"Sweet," he replies quietly, a smile in his voice.
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2. He really wants shower sex, but the act is a bit more ambitious than the thought. They're both pretty tall, and Sam still carries a certain amount of solid muscle on her bones. Jack's knee is better without the field work, but he hasn't lifted weights for nearly a year. He's determined to make it work until he slips on the wet porcelain, over-corrects, and then they're both falling out of the damn bathtub. Sam slows them a bit, but she ends up on top of Jack on the floor, laughter rising in her throat.
"Ow!" Jack exclaims when the movement stops. He gives her a sarcastic look. "I'm glad this is so entertaining for you."
Sam gives him a quick kiss. "I think the days of shower sex are behind us now."
He protests, "Not if we re-enforce that shower curtain rod and lay down some traction strips on the floor!"
She kisses him until he's silent. "Bed, Jack," she orders. "Beds are much better."
His hands slide down her body and press her against him. "Yes, ma'am."
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3. It's her kitchen table late one night when they're fighting. She has a mission early the next morning, and he's still having problems letting her go without him. The fight never gains steam because they both can see the other side, and they can both understand to a certain extent, but neither is able to give up. It's a quiet night, and they avoid each other. Jack sleeps on the sofa while Sam tosses restlessly in her bed. In the middle of the night, she gets up to get a glass of water. He's in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, looking out at the back yard silently.
He looks up as she walks in, dark eyes shadowed. She hesitates, but the hours of distance have done their job. She goes directly to him and lets him draw her into his arms. Without a word, the embrace turns into a kiss and then many, and then he's walking her backwards to her table, lifting her up and depositing her on top of it. She doesn't say anything, just pushes her hands up beneath his T-shirt and over his back while he slides between her legs and his mouth finds hers. After all these years, they've mastered the art of silent communication.
His mouth is hot and tastes of sleep, but she loves this all the same. He barely gets them undressed before he's sliding into her, his hands locked around her shoulders as he presses forward over her. The table rocks slightly, and she's glad she spent some good money to get something solid and durable.
He's more interested in making it last and he languishes in the slow rhythm he sets. Sam has plenty of time to get there and go over the edge. She watches his shadowed face as he comes, drawing her fingers lazily up his back to urge him on. His hard breaths fill the silent space of her kitchen.
He brings their foreheads together as he relaxes again and she can see the glint of affection in his eyes. "Meet you right here again when you get back?" he asks softly.
"Deal," she agrees, drawing him close again.
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4. At the cabin they never get it on anywhere other than the bed. They tried it on the dock once and were swarmed by black flies and mosquitoes. It killed the moment, and they endured a hellish night afterward of itching and Calamine lotion. Besides, the place is so relaxing there never seems to be any hurry.
Her favorites are Sunday mornings because they both know they'll be flying out in opposite directions in the afternoon. The rush of the Friday night sex is over with, and Saturday has bonded them together again. He's detail-oriented on Sunday mornings, determined to leave his mark so she'll think about him until they see each other again. She always comes hardest on Sunday mornings, sometimes more than once, and he follows right after.
He makes omelets while she showers and packs. They eat and then take a short walk down to sit on the dock. They'll say goodbye at the airport, but their real goodbye is Sunday morning, before they even leave his cabin.
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5. He makes a move on her in her garage one night. He can't help it. It's prime Carter territory with her bike right beside them, plus she's wearing her leathers. He's always been turned on by those leathers, way more than he'd ever admit. He gets her up against an old wooden workbench that was built in the same year as the house went up. He thinks about doing it on the bike, but he doesn't trust himself to keep it upright when things get crazy, and if he dumps the thing, she'll skin him alive.
The leathers and the smell of grease are enough. If she leaves him tomorrow, he'll at least have this one fantasy to smile about. He sets her on the workbench, peels those leather chaps and her jeans down just enough to spread her legs, and then he goes down on her with an eagerness that surprises her. He makes it last, hitting her sweet spots and then backing off, while his hands slide up under her shirt and the smell of the leather fills his head. When she comes she grabs his head and calls his name, and it makes his already hard dick get harder.
She's hot and wet when he fucks her finally, and she hugs him tightly as he presses into her. Her fingernails drag across his nape and she moans in his ear and he has to think about hockey stats to keep from coming right away. He starts slow but ends fast, thrusting deep and staying there while he rocks desperately against her. He comes hard with his face buried against the side of her neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.
It takes him several long minutes to move again. His knees are killing him, but he ignores them. Sex with Carter in leather... SO worth it.
Sam/Jack. Seasons 9 and 10. ADULT.
Five Places Sam and Jack Have Had Sex (Or Tried To):
1. They've only officially been dating for two months, but they really haven't seen each other too much and sex is new for them. It's been good but... polite. He picks her up from the airport in his new pick-up. It's night time and it feels like she hasn't seen him in forever, and she can't keep her eyes off of him as he drives. She can't stop thinking about what will happen when they get home because now she finally knows what he's like, how he kisses, what he feels like.
He’s always been the oblivious sort when it suits him, but she’s apparently telegraphing her desire full bore because he suddenly steers the truck off the freeway and onto a back road out into the forests. He leans over her awkwardly, pressing her back against the truck door, kissing her with a grin. He’s struggling to get his hands under her clothes, and she finally pushes them away. She doesn’t need it. She starts working on her jeans and Jack sits back properly in the seat, working at his belt buckle with haste. He lifts his hips to shove his pants just down his hips, and he’s already hard. She struggles with her own pants, and he helps her, grabbing the legs and yanking them off of her as she kicks her shoes off. She quickly manages her underwear as well, and then she’s sliding over him, straddling his thighs and bracing herself on his shoulders while trying not to knock her head against the roof.
He steers her hips, using more strength then he normally might as he tries to keep her from permanently disabling him in her eagerness. When she finally sinks down over him, his head thumps back against the seat and he exhales in a rush. She smiles at that and moves, fingers curling into the material of his dress shirt at his shoulders. She leans down to press her mouth against his throat. He circles her back with one arm, but uses the other hand to loosen his tie. She nuzzles in against his collarbone, and he swears softly in her ear. It’s not at all the same as the other times they’ve had sex, but it’s so good anyway. Better, because it’s uncomfortable and ridiculous and they both want it so badly they’re willing to put in the extra effort.
He’s already trying to slow her down, a desperate sound escaping his lips, and she’s pretty close, but not as close as he is. She really doesn’t want to stop moving, so she reaches down between them to slide a finger against her clit. It’s the first time she’s touched herself in front of him, and even though he can’t see it, he can feel it. His arms tighten to steel around her as he comes, groaning into her neck. She’s already there though and climaxes quietly, pressing her mouth against his shoulder.
“Missed you," Sam mumbles into his shirt.
"Sweet," he replies quietly, a smile in his voice.
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2. He really wants shower sex, but the act is a bit more ambitious than the thought. They're both pretty tall, and Sam still carries a certain amount of solid muscle on her bones. Jack's knee is better without the field work, but he hasn't lifted weights for nearly a year. He's determined to make it work until he slips on the wet porcelain, over-corrects, and then they're both falling out of the damn bathtub. Sam slows them a bit, but she ends up on top of Jack on the floor, laughter rising in her throat.
"Ow!" Jack exclaims when the movement stops. He gives her a sarcastic look. "I'm glad this is so entertaining for you."
Sam gives him a quick kiss. "I think the days of shower sex are behind us now."
He protests, "Not if we re-enforce that shower curtain rod and lay down some traction strips on the floor!"
She kisses him until he's silent. "Bed, Jack," she orders. "Beds are much better."
His hands slide down her body and press her against him. "Yes, ma'am."
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3. It's her kitchen table late one night when they're fighting. She has a mission early the next morning, and he's still having problems letting her go without him. The fight never gains steam because they both can see the other side, and they can both understand to a certain extent, but neither is able to give up. It's a quiet night, and they avoid each other. Jack sleeps on the sofa while Sam tosses restlessly in her bed. In the middle of the night, she gets up to get a glass of water. He's in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, looking out at the back yard silently.
He looks up as she walks in, dark eyes shadowed. She hesitates, but the hours of distance have done their job. She goes directly to him and lets him draw her into his arms. Without a word, the embrace turns into a kiss and then many, and then he's walking her backwards to her table, lifting her up and depositing her on top of it. She doesn't say anything, just pushes her hands up beneath his T-shirt and over his back while he slides between her legs and his mouth finds hers. After all these years, they've mastered the art of silent communication.
His mouth is hot and tastes of sleep, but she loves this all the same. He barely gets them undressed before he's sliding into her, his hands locked around her shoulders as he presses forward over her. The table rocks slightly, and she's glad she spent some good money to get something solid and durable.
He's more interested in making it last and he languishes in the slow rhythm he sets. Sam has plenty of time to get there and go over the edge. She watches his shadowed face as he comes, drawing her fingers lazily up his back to urge him on. His hard breaths fill the silent space of her kitchen.
He brings their foreheads together as he relaxes again and she can see the glint of affection in his eyes. "Meet you right here again when you get back?" he asks softly.
"Deal," she agrees, drawing him close again.
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4. At the cabin they never get it on anywhere other than the bed. They tried it on the dock once and were swarmed by black flies and mosquitoes. It killed the moment, and they endured a hellish night afterward of itching and Calamine lotion. Besides, the place is so relaxing there never seems to be any hurry.
Her favorites are Sunday mornings because they both know they'll be flying out in opposite directions in the afternoon. The rush of the Friday night sex is over with, and Saturday has bonded them together again. He's detail-oriented on Sunday mornings, determined to leave his mark so she'll think about him until they see each other again. She always comes hardest on Sunday mornings, sometimes more than once, and he follows right after.
He makes omelets while she showers and packs. They eat and then take a short walk down to sit on the dock. They'll say goodbye at the airport, but their real goodbye is Sunday morning, before they even leave his cabin.
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5. He makes a move on her in her garage one night. He can't help it. It's prime Carter territory with her bike right beside them, plus she's wearing her leathers. He's always been turned on by those leathers, way more than he'd ever admit. He gets her up against an old wooden workbench that was built in the same year as the house went up. He thinks about doing it on the bike, but he doesn't trust himself to keep it upright when things get crazy, and if he dumps the thing, she'll skin him alive.
The leathers and the smell of grease are enough. If she leaves him tomorrow, he'll at least have this one fantasy to smile about. He sets her on the workbench, peels those leather chaps and her jeans down just enough to spread her legs, and then he goes down on her with an eagerness that surprises her. He makes it last, hitting her sweet spots and then backing off, while his hands slide up under her shirt and the smell of the leather fills his head. When she comes she grabs his head and calls his name, and it makes his already hard dick get harder.
She's hot and wet when he fucks her finally, and she hugs him tightly as he presses into her. Her fingernails drag across his nape and she moans in his ear and he has to think about hockey stats to keep from coming right away. He starts slow but ends fast, thrusting deep and staying there while he rocks desperately against her. He comes hard with his face buried against the side of her neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.
It takes him several long minutes to move again. His knees are killing him, but he ignores them. Sex with Carter in leather... SO worth it.