Disclaimer – MGM/Gekko/Double Secret own the characters. Though they may not want to.
Spoilers for 'The Broca Divide', 'Point of View', 'Divide and Conquer', 'Window of Opportunity' and 'Beneath The Surface'.
Sequel to UN-comfortable. Rated NC-17. Okay, okay - so as it turns out, bullying works. Now shut up! ;)
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Carter kept moving back against him.
Well, not so much moving. More like...rubbing.
It wasn't her fault - she was sound asleep, and apparently having some very nice dreams. The problem was, those very nice dreams were having a very good (no bad - *bad*) affect on him.
He'd tried ignoring it. Had tried concentrating on her hair, which was really quite nice, and in no way-
Rub.
-or the stars. Staring up at the stars, exploring his interest in astronomy; trying to figure out if they'd been to any of-
Rub.
-that leaf. That leaf right there. True, he couldn't quite see it clearly what with it being dark and all, but it was definitely green in colou-
Rub.
-dinner. MRE's. Yuck. Not a meal that made a man want to-
Rub.
-oh he wanted to. He really, really wanted to.
There was no other choice but to pull away. He'd tried to be supportive, tried to be there for her, but his body was letting him down. Seriously disappointed with himself, he nonetheless began the careful operation of removing his arms from-
Wait a minute. Wait a God-darned minute...
He was moving further away...but her butt was moving with him.
He realised.
Clamping his hand onto her hip, Jack held it firmly in place. "Stop it."
Carter - who'd been faking sleep all along - didn't deny what she'd been doing, still facing away from him. "I, uh, can't seem to-"
"Help yourself?"
"Something like that."
Muttering, he thumped his head against her back. That particular confession sent his mind into cartwheels but he did, however, try to remain cautious - and not flush either of their careers down the can. He couldn't believe she'd just admitted that. He couldn't believe most of the night so far. "I thought it wasn't about the physical."
Sighing, she shuffled back closer to him, even though his hand was resting on her hip.
Frowning, he stared at his hand. It hadn't even tried to stop her moving. How strange.
"It's more about the physical," She continued, moving her hand until it rested on top of his, and again rubbed slowly, teasingly, against him. "With another person."
Biting back a groan, his face shifted, breathing against her neck. "Carter," Big mistake. Carter scent. Mind-spinning Carter scent. "Are you seducing me?"
She stilled and though he still couldn't see her face, he could have sworn she was moistening her lips. "What gave me away?"
Jack's brain couldn't quite deal with the concept. Carter trying to seduce him? Under normal circumstances, this never would have happened. In fact, in those times when he'd pondered over the possibility of them finding themselves in this situation, he'd always envisioned him being the one who'd be doing the seducing. Not out of any Alpha Male thing but just because, due to various circumstances beyond his control, he'd admitted several times how he felt about her.
And she...she was...
Rubbing against him again.
Crap. If she kept that up for much longer... "Look," He spoke into her neck again, resisting the incredible urge to start kissing it. "Even if I wanted to..." Oh hell. "Okay, I want to. I *really* want to." She could no doubt *feel* that he really wanted to. "But not only is it wrong from an Air Force perspective," That argument really was losing its power with each passing moment. "Not only that...I don't have anything."
"Anything?"
"Protection. Condom. This really wasn't something I was expecting to-"
"Are you really that unimaginative?"
His left hand dug into her hip, her fingers threading between his. "Carter..."
She whispered it. The one thing guaranteed to prompt action:
"Touch me."
It was too much. The bravery, vulnerability and sheer honesty of her statement broke whatever was left of Jack's already flimsy resolve. Cursing under his breath his hand pulled free of hers, immediately tugging her shirt out of her pants.
She shivered as his hand made contact with bare skin, sliding along her side, then travelling across his stomach. Soon it found its way to her chest, and - not even bothering to unhook anything - roughly pulled her bra out of the way. His hand focused its attention on her right breast, cupping it, his thumb rubbing over an already sensitive nipple.
She gasped. *Carter* gasped.
His right arm still trapped beneath her, his left hand was forced to do all the work - not that it minded. A few moments later it left her breast, gliding down her body and wriggling beneath the waistband of her pants.
As much as he was enjoying things from this perspective however, it'd work better if she were on her back. He pulled away - hand and body - grinning when she muttered a complaint. "Lie down," He whispered, mindful of waking the others up.
Complying eagerly she rolled onto her back, and Jack didn't have time to do anything before she grabbed his head and yanked it down for their first non-alien virus, alternate reality or loop-inspired kiss.
Her lips assaulted his with a ferocity that was astounding, and the urge to say to hell with the consequences was nearly overwhelming. Instead, his hand found its way to her pants again, only to find them already unbuttoned (had she done that? Or him? *When*?). Sliding easily beneath the clothing this time, *just* short of getting there, *just* short of actually touching her, his hand paused.
When he broke the kiss, her 'why the fuck are you *stopping*?' expression really was something he was going to have to memorise. "Just remember," He murmured softly, his groin aching. "Not to wake the boys. Not. A sound."
Oh yeah. He could be evil when he wanted to.
His hand moved.
It seemed as if all the air from her body was suddenly expelled through her mouth, her head briefly lifting off the ground.
She really *was* eager, his finger sliding into her easily. Capturing her mouth and knowing enough about a woman's body (if not *this* woman's body - yet) to make an educated guess, he spent less time on penetration with his fingers, and more on teasing her clitoris.
She groaned her approval into his mouth, her legs - which had already been open - now bending at the knees, her boots planting into the ground. Her heels shifted, digging into the blanket she was lying on, indenting the dry mud beneath.
His fingers moved in long, slow movements and on those occasions where they stopped kissing (usually for regretfully needed oxygen), her breath was definitely deeper, heavier.
Pulling her shirt up further with his free hand, his mouth latched greedily unto her left breast. She bucked against him, panting.
A growl made its way out of her throat. "Faster."
He complied, his hand moving faster, frequently slipping off its target but rapidly moving back on. Her heels dug further into the ground; she was close already - probably helped by how 'aware of her body' she'd been for the last few weeks - and his mouth went back to hers again.
Her legs started shaking, jerking, so Jack upped the ante - faster *and* harder.
It happened.
Gasping into his mouth, her hips lifted up off of the ground, towards his hand. She stayed there, hovering for a few moments, before thumping back down into a relaxed lump.
He pulled away from her mouth but not her body, his fingers slowing but still moving, enjoying the spasms caused on her now hypersensitive flesh.
Sitting up, still touching her, he couldn't quite believe what'd just happened.
Holy cow.
Holy *cow*.
He'd made Carter come.
Jack was too stunned to even feel smug about it.
He could, however, feel the incredible stiffness of a certain part of his anatomy. Regretfully pulling his hand away, his knees groaned as he moved to sit on his butt, breathing carefully. Now that there was nothing to 'distract' him, it was all he could focus on.
Carter's eyes opened, her chest still moving frequently. God, even in the scant moonlight, it was probably the most beautiful she'd even been.
She spoke. "That was..."
"Nice?"
A lazy (and satisfied. Okay, so maybe he was a little smug.) grin spread across her face. "To put it *very* mildly."
And then she pounced.
He wasn't quite sure what'd happened, but within what must have been seconds she had him on his back, and her hands were hastily pulling at the buttons of his pants. "Cart-"
"Shhhh," She warned, grinning up at him playfully. "You'll wake the boys."
Soon enough she pulled his straining penis free, and while she shifted her body up to start nipping at his neck, her right hand stayed just where it was, stroking.
Daaaaammmmnnnn...
Grunting, he thumped his head back against the ground, and knowing no other way to stop the forthcoming groan he pulled her head up and buried as much of the noise as he could in the kiss.
Her hand kept moving slooooowly, slooooooooowly, sloooowly, and when she ended the kiss to sidle down his body again, Jack closed his eyes. If she was about to do what he suspected, even watching would probably be enough to-
Woah. That was so *not* what he'd suspected.
His eyes sprung open, stunned as she straddled him. "Cart-"
The index finger of her left hand pressed against his mouth, and she spoke quietly. "I can take something when we get back. I know it's irresponsible, but just this once," With a hand still wrapped around him, she guided him inside. "Let me be irresponsible."
Absolutely still. He had to stay absolutely still. He was unbelievably inside her, *this* close to losing it, and she'd basically just told him to-
"Fuck me, Jack."
Groaning, and this time not caring even if Hammond heard him, he rolled her onto her back and did just that.
She encouraged him gladly (not that he needed it), murmuring, whispering things he'd never even imagined her saying, grabbing his ass, wrapping her legs around him. He tried to go slow, tried to think of her, but she wasn't playing fair, pulling him closer, all but grinding against him, and far, far too soon (but really, not nearly soon enough) he cried out, biting into the shoulder of her jacket as he came.
When he could think again, when he remembered to take in oxygen, she was grinning.
They hadn't moved.
"You," Breathe, breathe; he really needed to breathe. "Are an evil," She kissed him once, slowly. "Evil," He shifted, taking his weight off and slipping from within her. "Woman."
So. This was new. This was incredible.
Bodies were cleaned as much as they could be, theories of how to explain their kiss-swollen lips were briefly expounded, clothes were readjusted and reattached, but soon they were lying next to each other again - facing, this time.
Staring at her - the amazing, brilliant woman who still had the ability to surprise the hell out of him, he frowned. "Why?"
Carter did nothing more than smile enigmatically, move closer, wrap her arms around him, and press her head against his chest. "Because,"
He knew it was all the answer he was going to get as he closed his eyes, but that was all right. He didn't need answers.
He had her.
~FINIS