Decorating
by ALC Punk!

"I'm not?"

"Nope." Sam Carter glared at the naked man standing by the tree, tinsel in one hand and speculative look in his eyes. "Don't even think about it, Jack O'Neill."

"Aw, but, Carter. You, naked, tinsel. There's a theme there."

"Uh-huh." Rolling her eyes, she scrambled off the couch. "Now, let's make sure the tinsel goes *on* the tree, not on me."

"Right." He watched her walk towards him, eyes traveling over her appreciatively. "Y'know, we could just not decorate the tree."

"Mmm." Reaching out a hand, she stroked his chest. "And then Cassie would wonder why we didn't have one."

"We could tell her insane nudists broke in and tied us up with tinsel."

She raised both eyebrows. "Jack?"

"Hrm?"

"Did you get extra sugar with your coffee this morning?"

"No." Snaking an arm around her, he dragged her against him. "Why?"

"You just seem extra... weird."

"I'll show you weird."

"You will?"

"Yup." Something rustled, and his free hand dragged the tinsel over her shoulder.

She sighed, "I thought I said no tinsel, Jack?"

"It matches your eyes?"

"It's gold."

"Ah. Your hair, then." He smirked and bent over to kiss the tip of her nose.

"This is some latent desire to get me into a gold bikini, isn't it."

"Wouldn't say no to that."

"You wouldn't, would you," she muttered.

"Hey, Carter, I got an idea." His hands were way ahead of his brain.

"Oh?" She dragged her eyes open, staring hungrily at his mouth.

"You're naked. I'm naked. We could adjourn," the pause wasn't deliberate, but she'd kissed him. Besides, his right hand was playing with a nipple. "To, ah--"

"The couch is cramped. Bed."

"Bed is good."

She wrapped a hand around him and squeezed lightly. "Yes. Yes it is."

"We could try the wall..."

"And break something." She made a face, "Besides, I'm getting too old for sex against a wall."

"Wouldn't know it to look at you, Carter."

"Thanks, Jack."

Stopping to kiss frequently, they made their way back to the bedroom. Jack dragged the tinsel with them and before shoving her back on the bed, wrapped it around her several times (also taking the opportunity to slide his fingers over the skin he touched).

"Ja--ooph." She bounced slightly, then oomphed as he landed on top of her, lips suckling at her throat. "Jack -- it's itchy."

"So?" His voice was muffled.

Squirming to get her hips aligned with his, Sam started to reply then lost her train of thought as he slid into her. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist and sighed. "Think I'll go back to sleep now."

He shifted against her, and dragged his lips down her throat. "Sleep?"

"Yeah."

A hand came up to knead her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. She whimpered. "Ok. Maybe I won't sleep."

He began thrusting slowly, fingers and lips and tongue tugging at her skin while her own fingers threaded through his hair. He tugged at the tinsel, occasionally, the scratchiness distracting her. Lazily making love to Jack O'Neill on a Sunday morning, she thought absently, was something you should savor.

It quickly became apparent that he was going to prolong this as much as possible. And, while normally, she might thoroughly enjoy it, Cassie was due soon. "Jack."

"Hrm?" He paused in kissing the patch of skin under her right breast and looked up at her. "What?"

"Not that this isn't fine, but Cassie's going to show up soon."

"You tellin' me to speed up?"

"Yes."

He slowed down. "Ah."

"Jack," he fingers twined in his hair and she tugged at his head. "Faster."

"I'm not a robot, Carter."

"No, a robot vibrates."

"But isn't as fun as me." And he suddenly thrust in faster than she was expecting, and she gasped. He smirked, then worked at speeding up until she was beginning to see stars.

"Very. True." She managed as his mouth closed on a nipple.

And then he rolled, dragging her on top of him, his mouth still firmly attached to her breast, one hand tangled in the tinsel he'd draped around her, the other sliding down between them and fingering her. It took a minute to adjust, and then she was breaking, her mouth taking in great gulps of air while he thrust upwards, fingers, lips and tongue unrelenting.

"Jack." She whispered as she pushed a hand against his chest, straightened and wriggled her hips.

His head came up.

She flexed around him, then began riding him, muscles still lax, but apparently enough.

Afterwards, he tugged at one end of the tinsel. "Told you it looked good on you."

"It still itches."

He shifted, brushing his thumb over her clit. "Does it?"

"Guh." Her fingers flexed on his chest. "Don't even start, Jack."

"Why not?"

Damn. She should know better than to try ordering him around. Two fingers slid into her, while his thumb continued its massage.

It didn't take long before she was arching her back and grinding down onto his hand, whimpering softly.

He tugged on the tinsel, and the combination of sensations dropped her over the edge again.

This time she wisely slid away from him, relaxed muscles making it difficult to firmly get a purchase on the bed, which meant he was still curled around her waist when Cassie arrived. Although he'd managed to drag the blanket over both of them, so they were halfway decent.

"You guys haven't even gotten out of bed?" The young woman stood in their bedroom doorway and glared.

Sam opened one eye, "We're old. Go away. Decorate the tree."

"I am not old," grumbled Jack.

"Yes you are." She settled more firmly against him.

"Whatever."

Cassie snickered. But left.

And Sam decided that going back to sleep was a good plan.

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