AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is in response to Sam's 'I need a rip roaring sex scene!' challenge. I swore I would never write an NC17 but after reading this challenge I got an image that just wouldn't go away!
Jack walked into the room and immediately grimaced. Only Daniel could come up with a Wild West theme for Teal'c's birthday party. He thought that, since Teal'c had this obsession with old western movies, he would love for everyone to absolutely embarrass themselves on his account. He scanned the room and hated to admit that everyone's costume was pretty good.
"Evening, Colonel," Janet drawled. "Or should I say cowboy." Her grin was contagious.
"Let me guess..." he started, looking at her outfit. "... Doctor Quinn, Medicine woman?"
"Yep. Even got my Sully over there by the drinks table." She grinned, pointing at the man in question. Turning her attentions back to Jack, she asked, "Have you seen Sam yet?"
He shook his head. "What's she dressing up as? I can't imagine her going for one of these outfits." He pointed to the women dressed in full length gowns, with huge skirts. 'Although she'd probably look pretty damn good,' he thought with a grin.
"No, Sam's gone for something a little different. Took some convincing but I found her the perfect costume."
Jack's curiosity was piqued. "And what would that be?"
"No way Mister, you'll have to wait and see." With that she walked off to find her Sully.
Daniel and Teal'c walked up to Jack, Daniel handing him a drink. "Great costume, Jack."
"Not so bad yourself, Daniel. And Teal'c, you are definitely one formidable sheriff!"
"Thankyou, O'Niell. I am enjoying this party immensely."
"Oh wow!" Daniel suddenly breathed, hitting Jack in the chest.
"Daniel! What the..." His voice trailed off as he looked over to the door. There stood Sam. If Jack thought she would look good dressed up as a prim and proper lady, he was not prepared for the way she would look in a saloon girl costume. She wore a black and red bustier that showed off ample cleavage and a tiny waste. The black skirt fell nicely off her hips, and flowed down to mid calf, under which Jack could see a pair lace up boots that he presumed went up to her knee. She was wearing a wig that sent small ringlets of blonde curls cascading from a knot on top of her head. Her face was made up nicely with blood red lips and a black choker sat against the fair skin on her neck.
He watched as she confidently strode across the room toward Janet, smiling coyly at the comments and woof whistles she was getting. They talked for a few minutes before she spotted the rest of her team, still staring, across the room. She headed toward them, only deviating to pick up a glass of champagne on the way.
"Why good evening boys," she cooed.
"Uh... Hi Sam," Daniel said nervously, looking at the floor. "Captain Carter, you look most convincing in that costume," Teal'c said, raising one eyebrow. "Ah thanks Teal'c... I think." She looked at Jack, who had now recovered slightly from his shock, and gave him one of her smiles.
"Howdy missy," he drawled, grabbing her hand and planting a kiss on it.
A shiver shot through her spine as his lips made contact with her skin and she chided herself for being so silly. "So, any of you gentleman care for a dance?" She asked, trying to get the feeling of Jack's soft lips out of her mind.
"It would be my honor miss," a voice replied behind her, before her friends had the chance. She turned to see Captain Conner standing there, hand outstretched to her. She put her hand in his, smiling sweetly as he led her to the floor.
Over the next few hours, Sam must have danced with nearly every man on the base. Even Daniel recovered enough to be able to dance with her without looking embarrassed. She had danced with everyone but Jack. It wasn't as though he hadn't tried. Every time he went to ask her, someone got there first. As the last dance approached, he was starting to think that he wouldn't get the chance. 'Maybe that's just as well,' he thought. 'Looking the way she does, it may not be the best idea to be so close to her'.
Even as the thoughts ran through his mind, he got up and hurried towards her as the band announced this would be the last dance. She saw him walking towards her, a smile on his face, as Lieutenant Simmons walked up to her and shyly asked for the last dance. She looked at him quickly before looking at Jack. "Sorry Lieutenant, already promised this one to the Colonel," she lied, looking at the surprise on Jack's face. She grabbed his hand and they walked to the floor.
She turned toward him and he pulled her close, both hands resting on the small of her back. She placed her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.
"You know, it's not exactly safe for a gal like you to be around all these cowboys," he whispered, mischief sparkling in his eyes. She gave him a small smile and rubbed her right thigh against his, smiling wider as his face registered that he'd felt a hard object there.
"Don't worry about me. I have protection," she cooed. She stepped back slightly and looked him up and down. "Do you?" She asked seductively.
Jack couldn't help but look at her in surprise. "Gotta keep in character cowboy," she added with a grin.
He returned her grin, pulling her close. "In that case, what are you worth little missy?"
"What have you got to offer?" She replied without missing a beat. She looked into his eyes and saw the same desire that she knew was in hers. She felt Jack's arms tighten around her, pulling her against his body, and felt the start of his erection. "My place or yours?" She whispered quietly.
"Mine's closer," he replied.
They pulled apart and Jack buttoned up his jacket, relieved he had decided on the long 'Wyatt Earp' type suit that now successfully hid the bulge in his pants. "Meet you there," he said, as they walked off in opposite directions, trying not to look suspicious.
"You all right Sam?" She heard Daniel asking her, jolting her from her thoughts.
"Of course. Why?"
"You just look a little flushed," he replied, a slight concern evident in his voice.
Sam blushed redder "Ah... I haven't stopped dancing all night Daniel. Anyway I'm going home. Can't stand these boots much longer." With that, she said goodnight and hurried out.
Ten minutes later, she was pulling up outside Jack's house. His car was in the driveway and the front light was on. Getting out and locking the car, she couldn't help but be nervous. What if he was just caught up in the moment and after calming down he'd changed his mind? She tried to push the thoughts from her head as she knocked lightly on the door and heard the muffled sounds of him moving toward her. All of her fears were forgotten, as the door was opened and he pulled her into the house and shut the door.
Pressing her up against the door, he kissed her passionately. Lips still interlocked, he grabbed the bag in her hand and threw it blindly across the room, before beginning his exploration of her body. Sam took the hint and her hands clasped his firm butt before climbing their way up his back.
Jack's hand made it's way down to her thigh and he grinned against her lips as he found her 'protection'. He pulled away just enough so he could see as he pulled her skirt up. He gasped at the sight. She was wearing a pair of black fishnet stockings under her knee high boots, held up by black suspenders. Tucked into the fishnets was a small flick knife. She was kissing him on the neck and couldn't help but grin at his reaction. Looking into his eyes, she grabbed his shirt, and with a mischievous smile, ripped it apart. Buttons flew and she smiled in triumph, running her fingers down his lightly haired chest. Leaning forward she kissed his exposed flesh before running her tongue expertly around a nipple. A low moan escaped his lip and his hands made there way up her back to try and undo the bustier. He growled in frustration, as he tried to unlace it.
Sam placed her hands on his chest and pushed him gently away from her. He looked at her in confusion before he saw the devilish smile as she pulled out the knife. Handing it to him, she turned around and waited while he flicked the knife, quickly slicing through the soft chord. The bustier fell to the floor and the knife was thrown on the table. Jack stepped in close to her and ran his hands up her body. She leant back against him, moaning as his electric fingers found her breasts. He kneaded them gently, running his thumbs over the hardened nipples.
Sam could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back and she turned quickly, hands immediately finding their target and caressing his hardness through his pants. The need to have him naked was just too great for her and she went to work, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. With one push, his pants and boxers were pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. "Sam!" He gasped as she ran her fingers down his length. He found the zipper to her skirt, the urge to be inside her becoming unbearable. The sheer material slid down her body. He reached across and grabbed the knife again, slicing through the lace of her panties. He looked up and saw the amused look on her flushed face. The look was quickly replaced by one of pure desire as his hand went between her legs, slipping a finger in to test her wetness. She was so ready. He stood back up and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply before looking into her eyes.
"Please, Jack," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire.
That was all the encouragement he needed and he put his hands on her butt, lifting her up. She rapped her long, boot clad, legs around his waist and he slowly lowered her onto him, one hand guiding him in. They both moaned as he filled her, then he pushed her up against the door and started thrusting slowly into her. Their lips locked once again and their tongues dueled as their pace increased. They could both feel the pressure build up and Jack started pumping harder and deeper, Sam's fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back. They came together, gasping each others name as their bodies screamed with pleasure.
Jack lowered Sam and they stood holding each other, as they regained control of themselves. He looked at her face and could see she was deep in thought.
"You Okay Sam?" He asked gently, lifting her chin to look at him.
"Yeah, I'm just wondering why it took us so long to do this."
Jack smiled at her. "Probably because it goes a lot deeper than sex and we were both afraid to deal with it."
"Maybe, but I'm not afraid any more. I love you Jack."
"I love you too." There lips joined again, but this time it was a slow, sensual kiss. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, ready to show her just how much he loved her.