Disclaimer - hell, if they don't want to own them while they're having WMS, I certainly do.
Okay, this one's a sequel to Kissage. Shamelessly sappy. Rated R for sexual situations - no kiddies! You asked for it, you really did...
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Wow, toes.
Look at those toes. Her feet were in pretty good condition considering the pounding they got out in the field, but it was her toes that enthralled him. They were...cute.
Cute wasn't something he usually equated with Carter. Sam.
Sam.
Heh.
So cute wasn't something he usually associated with Carter. She could be many things: fascinating, terrifying, sexy as hell (and *boy* did he have some memories of that last one), but cute just wasn't what he usually thought of when he thought about her.
Until now. And those toes.
Her left leg was sticking out from beneath the covers on the bed (*his* bed) in the bedroom (*his* bedroom) in the house (*his* house). They splayed as she yawned, stretching, and Jack sighed as he-
"What are you doing?"
He sighed again. "Looking at your toes."
She stayed just where she was, but he could almost hear the thought processes. "You know, that's really not something I ever expected you to say. It's really not something I ever expected *anyone* to say."
Jack shrugged, still sitting at the foot of the bed with his back to her. "That may have been part of the reason I said it."
The toes wiggled. "So why are you staring at them?"
"Because they're right here, in my bed. And because I can."
"So it was all worth it then?"
"What was?"
"Resigning. Just so you could look at my toes? If I'd known you had a foot fetish, we could have arranged some-"
"As I recall," His right hand spread across her foot, slowly rubbing its way over her ankle and up her calf. "I never said I resigned just for the toes. They're just one part of an," His hand had delved beneath the covers now, rubbing gently around her knee. He lowered his mouth to where his hand had been moments before - her calf. "Extremely," The cover was yanked out of the way. His hand moved further, his mouth following its pattern. "Attractive," Hmm, no clothes. He vividly remembered removing those earlier. "Package."
"Good to know," She sighed, her body relaxing entirely against the bed. "Because when you got up earlier to - and I quote - "Pee," you said nothing about any toe obsesss..." She wasn't so relaxed anymore.
Jack paused, his fingers tracing over the inside of her thighs, his mouth not far behind, speaking against her skin. "You were saying something?"
"No," She insisted. "I really wasn't. Go back to...whatever you were dooinnggg..."
He did with his hand, but he pulled his mouth away as he rose up to meet hers. His hand moved; his mouth captured the gasp. She was still sensitive from earlier so he was slow, gentle - barely touching.
She seemed to like it.
As much as he was enjoying kissing her, he broke away. It was amazing watching her like this; someone he'd worked with for so long, someone he hadn't been allowed to care about for so long; someone he'd seen die and who had seen him die what felt like countless times.
And she was beneath him, falling to pieces.
His groin burned faintly but he didn't want it to be about that, so his hand kept sliding, rocking; gently pushing.
"Jack..." She groaned.
Oh, God. This was a new kind of torment.
Her left hand moved around his, grasping the wrist and urging him to push faster, her right hand pulling his head down for a kiss.
He complied with both demands willingly, figuring that sometimes the watching was worth sacrificing.
Her legs were jerking faintly; she was close. Their mouths slid, rubbed, all but consumed each other, when he suddenly broke away, covering a breast with his mouth.
She bucked, froze, made a noise he hoped to God he'd never get too used to, and then collapsed back onto the bed, exhaling heavily.
Not moving anytime soon was probably a good idea so he shifted as little as possible, releasing her breast and moving his hand away from her body. Lying mostly on his left side he ruined his own intentions by wrapping an arm around her.
She snuggled up against him (causing another twitch in his groin), still slightly out of breath. "I really like," She angled her head towards his for a brief, but pleasant kiss. "This kissage stuff."
"Oh," Jack explained. "This may be kissage, but *that* wasn't. That was-"
"Wait, let me guess." She half-sat up, resting a hand on his chest as she smiled. "Sexage?"
"Nah. Sounds too much like 'sewage'. Kinda ruins the mood."
She lay back down. "Oh. Well what was it, then?"
He did his damndest to keep a straight face. "Wild monkey sex,"
"Which is *far* more romantic."
"Hey, you didn't let me finish," He propped his body up in his elbow, looking down at her flushed face. "Wild monkey sex, with the woman..." That was as far as he got. That was as far as he ever got.
Understanding prompted a heartfelt smile. "Thank you," She murmured, coaxing his head down for another kiss. He seriously hoped that was something else he'd never get too used to. "But technically, I don't think what just happened was wild monkey sex."
"That was earlier," He couldn't help but agree. "And as much as I'd like to remedy this latest situation, I don't think it's quite time yet."
"Hmm," She mused aloud. "Well, I'll take a shower, and then maybe we'll see what we can do about *making* it time."
Oh that mouth had to be had right *now*.
Laughing (he loved seeing her like this), she pulled away from the kiss, him, and the bed.
He mock-pouted. "Get your ass back here."
"You can't order me about anymore, *ex*-Colonel."
Yeah, he grinned. He really couldn't. And then it happened. "Sam?"
She paused in the doorway and turned back, making one hell of a silhouette. "Yeah?"
Mussed hair, flushed skin, standing naked in his bedroom and so completely at ease with herself that he couldn't quite believe she was there.
Or what he was going to say. It was something he was going to have to face up to, and her answer to the question could well have a part in his future survival.
"How are we going to tell Dad?"
~FINIS