Author's Note: by popular demand...

-d3vilish

Wine, Candles & Lavender: Chapter 2 - Igniting the flame

Marry me? Smug bastard. He was definitely going to hear about proposing in a card when he got back! Scratch that. She was going to kill him – strangle him… no that would be over too quickly. Her pseudo anger was only matched by her desire to be with him. Sure she was just contemplating his death, but how could she not melt at the effort he put into making this day perfect? She tightly closed her eyes. A single stray tear staining a trail along her cheek. God she wished he was there with her. She could almost feel his thumb run across her cheek, drying her tear as she instinctively leaned into his hand. His hands were big enough to cup the side of her face. Always warm and rough, but always tender. She could almost feel his thumb wander across her lips brushing against them slightly as they parted letting her breath catch ever so slightly. But her breath did just catch. And the feeling was just a little too real to be her imagination.

Her eyes widened at the sight of Jack O'Neill standing right in front of her – first in disbelief then in anger, ending in passion. Trying to get her three trains of thought into a single sentence proved to be harder than usual. "Jack, I um, I – what?!"

"Carter, do me a favour will ya? Shut up." With one hand in her hair and eager lips on hers, they picked up where they left off in the limo. Her hands went to his chest as their tongues danced around each others. She moaned softly in the revelation that he came back – he was there with her now and that's all that mattered. Slowly, he backed her up to the nearest wall pinning the planes of her body against his.

Sam eagerly undid the buttons on his jacket, tossing it onto the floor. She desperately needed to feel more of him. He could feel the bulky collar of her bathrobe distancing him from her still damp body. He loved her body. The figure hidden behind standard issue BDUs was absolutely breathtaking; long silky legs, tiny waist, a heavy chest and a round, toned ass. Jack nudged her legs open grinding his hips against hers. She groaned in frustration as the last button of his shirt refused to come loose. "Fuck it." Sam muttered as she sent the button flying in one swift tug. One of his hands found their way onto her exposed thigh as he hiked her leg higher on his hip. He was going to lose it if they didn't make it to the bed in the next few seconds.

Parting her robe and sliding it off her shoulders left him speechless at the exposed creamy skin he found hidden beneath it. He took in every detail of her body as she stood there staring back at him with passion-clouded eyes. The candle flames danced across her body. Moving back towards him, she kissed him slowly and deeply guiding one of his hands to her breast. Sliding his pants and boxers over his hips in a single movement left them both perfectly naked. She felt his erection rub against her thighs as he backed her up towards the bed getting her to lie down.

Settling on top of her, she parted her legs cradling him. His head dipped down to taunt her nipples. He took one between his lips tonguing the tight bud. Sam arched her back off the bed and moaned at the sensations Jack was creating. Pinning her wrists down with his hands, he stopped her from squirming underneath him as he continued his sweet torment on each of her nipples. She tasted sweet as he ran his tongue over them again and again. She gasped in utter surrender as jolts of pleasure had her craving more. Coming up to meet her grateful lips, she kissed him senseless as she positioned him at her opening stroking him a few times for good measure. Sam was dripping between her thighs as he began to push forward. She groaned at the intrusion once again; she was still slightly tender from their earlier love making session. He filled her slowly taking his time as he committed each of her expressions to memory including the sharp breath she let out as he bumped her cervix.

It was his turn to show her how he felt and he was determined to do it right. One of Jack's hands slid around her back lifting her ass off the bed slightly as he pulled out and slid back in penetrating her impossibly deeper. He could see her cheeks flush slightly as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. She had never looked so gorgeous to him. Moving slowly inside her, she met his thrusts as his hands explored her body. No man had ever taken this much care of her before; he was reading all of her body signs perfectly adjusting depth and speed as her moans intensified.

She was so close to coming – never in her life had anyone made her come in this position, not to mention so quickly. She always had to be on top before they could reach her G-spot, but Jack was a magician activating all of her sensitive spots at exactly the right times. She locked her legs around his waist as he thrust into her faster and harder. "Carter. Open your eyes for me." Her baby blues met his smoldering brown eyes. Dipping down to kiss her, he whispered "I love you too" just before her muscles contracted violently around him.

He groaned at how tight she'd become still thrusting a few more times to draw out her orgasm before letting himself go over the edge. Filling her completely with his seed, he kissed her damp forehead as he softened inside her. Their breathing finally returned to a normal rate before he pulled out of her and rolled to the side. Sam instinctively rested her head on his shoulder tossing one leg over his possessively as she gazed up at him. She loved this man to no end and wanted nothing more than to hear him say the same.

They laid in silence until most of the candles had burned out before either of them spoke. "So, Carter."

"Mmm?"

"Is that a yes?"

She sat up looking down at him wondering how he could be so daft at times. "Yea-sure-you-betcha."

The end.