They stumbled in the front door of the house already locked in a kiss and trying to see who could get the other's Class A jacket off the quickest.

"Say it," Sam insisted in a brief pause for necessary oxygen before his mouth, hot and wet, sealed hers again.

Jack's hands were sliding over the front of her uniform, lingering on the bars and stripes that told the story of her career. As he worked the jacket off her shoulders he said,

"Nope."

"Yes!" But her demand was muffled again.

His mouth was so sweet and it still tasted vaguely like champagne and chocolate cake from their celebratory dinner. They'd both had too much to drink and opted for a cab home. His truck was still at the officers' club.

He got the jacket off her shoulders as she was walking him backwards towards the couch.

"Say it, say it, say it," she chanted as his knees hit the couch and he sat down abruptly. Jack laughed, opening the front of her white dress shirt. Sam pushed the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. She let him lean forward just enough to shake it free and then she tossed it over the arm of the chair.

"No, no, no, no," he sang back.

The cushions on either side of him dipped as she straddled him, kicking off her shoes, one knee on either side of his hips and her body bare inches from his lap. He had enough of her blouse open to find a very sexy, very nonmilitary white lace bra under it; which meant that under her skirt there was a matching pair of white lace panties and garter.

So sexy…God…

Her fingers were working the knot in his tie.

"Next you'll want me to salute," he huffed.

"You are saluting," she said, slipping lower and wriggling in his lap until it took his breath away.

Jack laughed, took his tie out of her hands and slung it around her neck, using it to bring her mouth down to his.

"Come on," she said, lips brushing his. "Say it. You know you want to."

"Do not," he murmured.

She parted her lips to kiss him but he turned his head away at the last moment to zero in on the tip of her breast and suck on it through the silk and lace. She gasped and writhed and groaned.

"You. So. Do," she panted.

Jack looked up into the gorgeous blue eyes that were so close to his he figured she could see right into his mind. He grinned wickedly.

"You only have one title I like to use, Mrs. O'Neill," he said, just before he finished peeling off her blouse.

"Not the one I want to hear," she answered, making short work of his shirt, pushing it off and down to his elbows until she got to the ribbed tank under it. "Jeezus, Jack, do you have to wear so many layers?"

Jack was too busy working on the zipper of her skirt to immediately notice the critical way she was eyeing his undershirt. By the time he did, it was too late.

"Carter," he said, warningly.

"Say it," she demanded again.

"No," he repeated stubbornly, "and dont you dare..."

Ignoring him, Sam yanked it out of his waistband, got the bottom of it in both fists and pulled, hard. Fabric tore as she ruined another perfectly good ribbed tank.

"Will you quit that!" He hollered, but then a moment later he was groaning because she was kissing and nipping and sucking her way from his throat to his chest.

She sat up and blinked at him innocently.

"Not that," Jack protested. "You can keep doing that."

"When you say it," she answered, wriggling again.

Jack groaned but now she was working at the buckle on his belt and the fly under it.

"Fine," Jack grumbled.

She kept at it until she realized he hadn't said anything. Then she stopped, put her hands on his shoulders and waited.

His hand cupped her face, drifted down her neck and slid over her breasts just above the lace.

"General," he growled.

Sam laughed and her skin flushed a deep shade of hot pink. Jack sat up straighter and pulled her into his arms.

"Brigadier General Samantha Carter-O'Neill." He went on in the same growling purr, unfastening her bra and helping her slide it off her arms.

Sam laughed again in a soft, breathy way.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" she asked, running fingers through his silvery hair.

"That wasn't," he said, lifting his hips up to make a point.

She draped her arms around his neck and leaned forward for a kiss.

"I still outrank you," he murmured against her mouth.

"Uh – retired," she said.

"And yet, outrank."

"For now."

"Oh so that's how it's going to be?"

"You better believe it. It's on."

Sam started to laugh in earnest then and he couldn't help it. He joined in and they were laughing even as he pushed forward and dropped them both onto the floor.

She was so beautiful wearing nothing but her uniform skirt and stockings and whatever treasure was hidden under that. There was a little smile on her face that said she had plans for the evening and there wasn't a thing he was going to be able to do about it.

He had a feeling he was going to like this promotion, a lot.

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