No Place Like Home

Title: No place like home
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Category: Smuttish
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: Set after Mobeius, with the ‘other’ SG-1
Summary: It was a good system all round, really.
Rating: Whatever passes for R in the new system.
Archive: Anywhere!
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song isn’t mine either.
Author’s notes: For

jemster who, even after 2 months of waiting, still doesn’t get the smut she wants.
Date: 20/08/05
Copyright © to Venom, 2005

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First time, first love
Oh what feeling is this?
Electricity flows
With the very first kiss

***

Jack is reasonably certain that he’s the first ‘bad boy’ - Her words - that she has ever made out with… He’s probably too old for that saying. - Liked.

He is also reasonably certain that making out with her in the Ship, 5000 years in the past, in Ancient Egypt, with people shooting at them, doesn’t actually compare to anything else he has ever done.

Ever.

It wasn’t so much the being shot at - Used to it - or the Ship - Used to that, too - or the being in the past - Not so used to that part - that had made that particular hour one of the better in his life. He can pretty much attribute that to her.

She’s… hot.

And smart. Really smart.

While she’s hot and smart and a *really* good kisser, he tries to remind himself that he’s only really known her for a few days and he really shouldn’t feel like, well, this. Yet. It’s a little too early for tingles. And Goosebumps.

Way too early for them.

Jack has known hot women before. (Hot blondes, specifically) He married one. But Carter… she’s something else altogether. She’s not even in the same ballpark that Sara was. Not that there was anything wrong with Sara, she just didn’t want kids. Carter was the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

They’d been sleeping together – not in *that* way, though. Damnit. – for the previous two nights. The days may have been warm here but the nights were cold enough to make him shiver and any heat was welcome heat. Sam had obviously felt the same way.

On their first night she had crawled over to him and his arms had happened to make their way around her waist. The second night they had snuggled together naturally.

Third time lucky? He was hoping.

“What are you doing?”

He’s been sitting by the fire for a while now, staring at the flames. Since Ra left, the Egyptians had been partying like… well, like it was 3000 BC, he supposed. Considering how technologically advanced the Jaffa had been – those Staff Weapons were so *cool* - Jack was surprised that it’d been over so quickly.

Glad, but surprised.

“Just thinking.”

She moved to sit next to him. “About?”

“I’m kinda wonderin’ why we’re still here.”

Carter blinked. A lot. Damn, but she was hot. “Why wouldn’t we be here?”

“Well, we did what we had to do. Now that it’s… done, shouldn’t we be gone?”

“Gone?”

“Yeah. Like, Poof! Task completed, no more us.”

“Did you expect us to disappear in a cloud of purple smoke?”

“I was thinking green would’ve been cooler, but yeah, sure, why not?”

She shrugged. “Maybe we haven’t done everything that we’re supposed to yet.”

“You think?”

“I don’t know.”

It was kinda nice to know that she didn’t have all the answers. “So what do we do now then? Hang out here for a while?”

“Well, I suppose I could work on my tan.”

He had this really sweet visual of her in a little black bikini, lying on a towel in the sun. She was pale – all over? – so he would have to do the gentleman-y thing and rub oil on her so that she didn’t burn.

Mmmm.

Yes, please.

Nice fantasy, but unless she had been a Girl Scout when she was younger and packed a bikini – always be prepared! – then he didn’t see it happening any time soon. Or ever.

“What are the chances that you were a Girl Scout?”

She laughed, it was a good sound. “I wasn’t, why?”

Damn. “Nothin’.” Maybe the sunbathing would have to be sans clothes then.

Hmm….

Moving on. “Where are the others?”

“Daniel is cooking. He swears it’ll taste like chicken. Teal’c is with Katep, I think they’re bonding. Or, bonding again in Katep’s case.”

Jack nodded. “Where’ve you been?”

“In the Ship. I was hoping to salvage some of the supplies.”

Ra may have been gone, but he’d certainly done a number on the Time Ship as he’d flown off. One strategic shot from his Ship and their was in flames. – Turns out time devices were flammable, who knew? - The locals had helped them put it out, but water was in short supply and they’d lost just about everything.

“Good thinking. Find anything useful?”

“Not a lot, no.”

“So we’re relying on the good grace and hospitality of Katep and Co.?”

“Pretty much.” She sighed. “I’m going to miss my cat.”

“You have a cat?”

“Yes. Schrodinger. Do you have a pet?”

“I live on a boat, where would I keep one?” Jack sighed with her. “Lived.”

“Think we’ll get used to being here?”

“We don’t really know how long we’ll be here.” It gave a whole new meaning to living each day as your last.

Having said that…

Moving forward, he touched his lips to hers again.

It was probably really presumptuous of him to think that he could kiss her at will. But until she said no, or made any kind of gesture that resembled a no, he was going to take what he could get.

Jack had officially decided that she had the softest hair ever. He didn’t know what she did to it, but it was silky and smooth and his fingers always seemed to end up playing with it.

Sam didn’t seem to mind though, because every time he played with the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck, her mouth would open in a gasp and his tongue would end up in her mouth.

It was a good system all round, really.

She was tugging on shirt, maneuvering them so that somehow he went from being next to her to on top of her without their mouths separating. She was hot and smart and very much multitalented. Surely it didn’t get any better than that? If it did, Jack wasn’t so certain that he wanted to know about it.

Her hands have slipped beneath the hem of his shirt and they run along the skin of his back while she arcs up against him.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where they’re heading and Jack wants to ask her if she’s sure but when he pulls back from her mouth to look at her, she smiles and presses into him a bit harder.

He’ll take that as a ‘yes’ and removes her shirt.

The skin of her torso is creamy and he was right that she’s pale all over. Black cotton encases her breasts and he briefly wonders how long it will last until the bra is rendered useless. He thinks he’s going to like that day a lot.

Part of him wants to take it so slow. He wants her to feel treasured and special and maybe even loved. The other part of him – largely centered around his groin – is demanding that he tear her clothes off and fuck her until she screams and then they both die.

Sam seems to agree, because she’s tugging at his shirt and muttering, “Off.” He complies readily and Jack swears blind that he feels a shock when their stomachs meet and their mouths follow. “Jack…” His name is little more than a sigh, breathed out around his own mouth against hers, but it’s quite possibly the sweetest sound that he’s ever heard.

“Is this a good idea?” He can’t stop himself from asking and he just *knows* that if his penis had legs – which is quite a creepy though – that it would be kicking him right about now.

“You don’t want to?”

He can pretty much see the first tinges of rejection clouding her features and he wonders who made her like this. “I’m worried you’ll regret it.”

“I won’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

***

End.