elly427 | Someone has to start (Reply)

Post-Threads ficlet thing. Sex. R-ish.

Jack has Sam against the wall with one of her legs over his shoulder, tongue engaged in long, wet licks and two fingers burried in her body when they both hear the car pull up.

"Jack, who else-unnnnngh" and all the air rushes from her body as he sucks a little harder and curls his fingers and presses hard.

"Teal'c" he says against her, cannot get enough of her, cannot stop even though he knows he needs to.

He repeats himself because he likes the way her body stiffens when he speaks against her skin. "Teal'c knows how to get here. It must be him."

He can hear doors slamming and feet on gravel and so he sucks her clit between his lips and slides his teeth against it and presses up and in and forward and his unoccuped hand has to go to her waist as she comes, heel pressing into his back, moving against him so hard he worries she's going to break his nose now burried in her skin.

He removes his teeth and restarts his long, slow, flat-tongued licks as she stops pressing up against him so desperately. As her breathing calms he takes one last goodbye taste and pulls his face away as he slides his wet fingers out of her as she groans and then moves her leg from over his shoulder. He uses one hand on his thigh to lever himself from his knees, and grabs her jeans and underwear in the other hand so that he can pull them up as he stands. As he reaches full height, the fingers that were in her end up in his mouth to be sucked cleaned.

She's dazed and flushed and beautiful and waiting so long seems so silly as he leans in to kiss her. Their kiss is long and slow and wet and tastes like her and he presses against her as she whimpers and slings her arms haphazardly around his neck.

He hears the knock on the door of the cabin even as he hears Daniel calling his name from the open window next to them. He doesn't stop kissing her, keeps the hand at her hip swirling and caressing and tracing skin over bone.

"O'Neill?" he hears Teal'c try the knob of the front door and knows the exact moment the man looks in through the screen.

Teal'c feet retreat on the wooden porch and Jack hears him suggest checking the perimeter of the lake for signs of Jack. Sam smiles against Jack's mouth and arches her body just enough.

"Teal'c must have seen."

Jack can't not smile, but then again he can't stop himself from kissing her either. "Teal'c's not surprised."

She doesn't react; he knows the idea that they've been less than discreet over the years bothers her. Instead she stops his mouth from speaking by kissing him more deeply, body shifting against his and her hand at the button of his jeans.

"Sam?" he wishes his voice weren't so high pitched as she sneaks her hand onto the skin of his stomach to unbutton his jeans.

"What are you - they're right - ohhhhhh," her hand finds its way down his pants and suddenly he can't think.

"It's a big lake, Jack. We've got time." And she smiles against his lips and pushes at his shoulders in the direction of the bedroom.

And finally, Jack thinks, they do have time.