Snagged
by ALC Punk!

The word meant little to Sam Carter in the half-awake state she was in, and so she didn't really respond.

An insistent tug at the blankets wrapped in one fist drew her onto her back, and she blinked. "Hrm?"

"Cold."

"Mm."

She really wasn't awake yet, and so she didn't notice the smirk on his face until he had slid a hand underneath the covers and found a nipple to tweak. "Jack!" The word came out a half-squawk.

"Cover thief." His voice was husky with sleep and amusement.

"Am not." She mumbled, trying to writhe away from the still fondling hand.

"Nuh-uh. Are." The hand shifted, firmly dragging its fingers down her torso. It paused to massage the left upper thigh.

Now she was awake. Because the hand of Jack O'Neill was touching her. In the beginning, she'd thought it would wear off. That once they'd started having sex, his touch wouldn't affect her a whole lot. That, maybe, it was because it was forbidden that it was so incredible. So far, his touch still made her pulse race and her breath catch, and her mind turn everything into sex.

This, she could handle. "Jack."

A slightly different motion, and his fingers slid down to stroke just near where she really wanted them. "Hrm?"

"Don't tease."

The fingers stilled, and then moved up to push into her, one then two. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"I thought you were asleep."

They were moving so. very. slowly, she thought she'd hurt him. If, say, she was more awake. "Jack." Her breath caught as the fingers twitched, his thumb brushing her clitoris.

"Not sleeping, huh?"

"Shu--" The rest of her statement was lost in a whimper as he pulled his fingers away. "Hey."

He was wriggling around, moving, and seemed disinclined to answer her. A moment later, she figured out why as lips and tongue and stubble scraped across the sensitized skin of her thighs. "Hrm. You're definitely awake."

"Yes." Everything tingled in anticipation. She knew where this was going, just as she knew that if he were in the correct mood, he would drag it out, he would make her writhe and beg and demand. And she really didn't have the energy for that. "Jack."

"Be quiet."

Taking the words for an order, she choked down the sounds that wanted to escape as he proceeded to kiss and lick and nip at her inner thighs and labia. And then he slid his tongue inside of her, causing her hips to buck.

Rough stubble, warm tongue, and she wondered if she were half insane for trying to breathe through her nostrils.

He wasn't taking his time, this time, as if he had sensed her need. In a shorter time than she'd expected, she felt the tension building, and pushed against him, begging as her hands tightened in the sheets and sweat broke out on her exposed skin.

Quicker, his tongue lapped at her and his fingers came back to slide in and out, and she was wet and slick before thanks to him, and now was more so.

She came, her back arching, her mouth open, as if to allow the sound to escape, but he told her to be silent, and so she was.

Harsh cold air dragged across her sweat-damp skin, and she slowly noticed that he was curling next to her again, smug smile on his lips. "Jack..."

"You're still a blanket thief."

"I," she said with the dignity of a woman who has just been fingered and tongued to a quick and dirty orgasm, "Am NOT a blanket thief."

His fingers slid down to dip into her, and she jumped. "Yes you are."

"Go to sleep, Jack."

"Share the blankets, Carter."

"No." But she was beginning to slip back into sleep again, and she was cold, and he was warm... she pulled the blankets over the both of them, tangling her fingers into his. "Fine."

His lips smirked into her shoulder. "Knew you'd see reason."

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