Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I don't own Stargate, I don't own my house, I don't own my car, I don't own my pants. Where…are my pants? Where…is my car…? Oh shit..not again…VALA!

Warning: Sexual Content…I repeat graphic Sexual Content. There will be scenes and they will probably be graphic. Lemons and Limes are my kind of fruit, and if you ain't cool with that turn around now.

Phone Sex

She was dreaming of him. Dreaming of his scent, his deep voice, his breathy moans in her ear as he curled against her back, hands exploring her body. She had just gotten to the good part, the part where he slid his fingers down her tone stomach and push under her panties.

She was just getting to the that delicious wonderful mind blowing part when her blissful dream when the sharp loud ring broke her from bliss and brought her back down to her cold…lonely bed. She groaned as she pushed the covers off and groped for the ear piercing sound. She felt anger bubble un in her sleepy mind, wanting so badly to smash the device before she was called back to the base in the middle of the night. . . again. She didn't bother to turn on the light as she grabbed her phone and pulled it to her sleepy ear. "Hello?"

"Carter. . . Did I wake you?" came that soothing, sexy voice, humming over the phone in a hushed tone that sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes" She whispered laying back and relaxing, glad it wasn't the SGC calling her and waking her up from such a nice dream. "It is late you know.."

"Carter, it's 11 here, that means it's only 9 where you are, since when are you in bed so early?" He asked as he sat down on his bed, slowly removing his shoes. He hadn't even taken them off before he called her. God. Did he need her this much? Did he need her like the air he breathed? God yes he did.

"Long day sir. Long week." She said sliding down back under her covers.

He smiled, hearing her voice gaining more wakefulness, her body rustling on her bed. God he loved her bed. It had the softest sheets that smelled like her, and her natural scent when she sleeps completely nude, her soft curvy body pressed close to him. He exhaled slowly, mouth away from the receiver. "Me too…"

There was a long comfortable silence, she just listen to his breathing and he listened to her's. If the both closed there eyes it was like they were still next to each other. There wasn't thousands of miles between them, there were no jobs and finally after ten years no regulations. All that was missing was his warmth, his presence, everything she could hope to have, just short of the real thing.

Breaking the silence came his deep voice louder then Sam expected, echoing on her skin like he was there beside her, her imagination supplying a chill and goosebumps as if his breath had caressed her delicate skin. "I missed you…"

"Me too…" Came her voice, elegant and deeper then normal, but no longer tired. He could hear her smile, and as he closed his eyes he could see her. Delicate smile on her face, the phone to her ear, and her messy blond hair framing her face on the pillow. Her mouth all pouting and pink as she worried them with her teeth. He could see the sheet hugging her soft skin, caressing her where he couldn't, warming her when he couldn't. "What are you wearing?" She asked her voice soft to him, seductive.

"Carter…" He groaned deep in his throat, the sound of soft protest wiggling through the air like a snake that threatened to kill Samantha's playful mood. He missed her, but phone sex? That was just gonna make him miss her more. It wasn't gonna do anything but make a fantasy, that would stretch him to the limit and give him only a shadow of the pleasure that her hands and lips and body could deliver him. And he had such a long day. He wanted her, he already considered getting himself beamed over to her, but he just couldn't think of a proper emergency to warrant the rush. He wished nothing more than to kiss her neck, feel her squirm, take her hard and long and maker her his so rightfully. More than just sex, more then just the physical need for her body on his, for satisfaction on the most deliciously primal level, no he often wished for more. He wished she was there for him to come home to. Everyday. Her smile, her smell, her clothes, her panties on the floor, her hairbrush on his dresser. He couldn't believe it, but he wished his world had those tiny little reminders he wasn't alone. God what he wouldn't give to feel her just then, to have her silken body instead of a hard plastic phone.

"I was dreaming about you…" She whispered, voice a little musky. Justifying herself.

"Oh really?" He asked, his curiosity peeked by her words and her sultry tone. "And what was I doing to you Samantha…" He knew so many of her fantasies, and now, wondered which one she went to for comfort.

"You were kissing the back of my neck, naked behind me…your hand was moving down my stomach…" She whispered, letting her own hand slide down her body.

"Christ Carter…." He whispered pulling his uniform jacket off and throwing it to the floor. She was making his blood boil and his skin heat with her dirty little words and her naughty little game.

She knew he would cave, he was so good at talking dirty, and he loved it when she did it. "and you were hard Jack."

He groaned, feeling the blood rush low and deep to streach his pants as he stood up and undid the belt. "Your not being a very good girl Sam…." He whispered, dropping his pants to the floor and pushed his boxers after them.

"I love the way you feel, hard against my ass, oh and you were so hard Jack, that throbbing painful hard, and when I feel it, all I want is you to fuck me, to rip my clothes off and take me, right there…" Her breath was a little short, he could tell she was touching herself or at least very close to it.

He laid himself down, submitting to the game, he had called her in the middle of a lovely dream, and he was absolutely enthralled by the idea of her touching herself. He smirked, his ego stroked surely to think of her, spread out on her bed, dreaming of him while she touched herself. "What are you wearing…"

"Just your shirt." She knew it turned him on when she wore his clothes, when she wore their smells mixed together, when the loose fabric barely covered her, and how it marked her as his. He especially loved the shirt, because it made her legs look long and deliciously beautiful as they moved. She knew her ass tempted him so, the shirt never properly covered the round soft tempting globes. She heard him groan on the other end. "Do you want me to take it off?"

"No," came his quick reply, "unbutton it, so you can touch your breasts, touch them for me." He heard her slippery sound of her fingers dipping into her mouth and he couldn't help but groan, knowing she was wetting her fingers to touch herself. "Touch your wet fingers on your nipples, and tweak the nipples with your fingertips."

He could hear her little whimper when she touched herself, when her breath caught in her throat and he knew she was biting her lower lip. He smiled, stroking his thigh slowly and letting his voice fall to a husky deep tone, a whisper in her ear so she could imagine he was just out of reach, whispering commands to her. He also knew she would do whatever he told her too, absolutely everything, without the littlest question or hesitation like a good little soldier.

"Tell me what you want Samantha…what do you want?" He asked closeing his eyes and imagining her looking at him from the bed, wishing, imagining he was standing just at the bottom …watching her.

"I don't know…" She whispered her breath coming out in shuddering little gasps as it flutter from between her lips.

He wasn't going to make her just a passive little mewing observer, if she wanted this game she was going to have to play. "Do you want me to fuck you? You want my cock hot and hard in your wet pussy?" She gave a soft whimper and he didn't accept that alone. "Answer Carter…"

"Yes" She panted, and he knew she was cheating. "I didn't tell you to go lower. Did you?"

"Yes…" She whispered, a little sweet shame creeping into her voice. He wanted to bend her over and spank that tight little ass.

He sounded disappointed, his voice a little more scolding, taking on the qualities of a General again. "Were you wet?" He demanded her to say it, but he already knew. Could imagine her, could see her, stretched out on the bed, in his shirt and her legs spread wide for him, dripping from the whisper of his sexy voice, and hand pulled back. Her fingers wet and twitching with need. But she was a good girl and she would be willing them away from touching herself, even though she is oh so desperate for the sensation of it.

"Yes sir," She whispered, her body trembling for some kind of touch, any touch at all.

"Lick them clean Colonel." He commanded, voice firm and eager to please her, ready to satisfy the little secret desire to be dominated, even if he wasn't there. He heard the slippery wet sound of her mouth closing around the fingers as she sucked them clean. He could see her pink tongue licking around them peeking out slightly as they wrap around them hungrily. He kept his eyes tightly closed to picture her stretched before him.

"I want to lick that spot on your neck, that makes you whimper." He said in a rugged whisper, knowing her fingers would stroke the flesh delicately. "I want to lick your breasts, touch them, roll them in my hands. So soft, and heavy in my hand." He could feel his palms miss the feel of her. "Brush my thumb across you nipple, kiss it, bite it with a little more force than you expect." He heard her give a little squeak and knew she pinched the bud hard between her finger tips, to help her imagine his teeth on the spot.

She felt her chest tremble at the thought fingers moving to explore the expanse of her skin. God was she so hot, her breath coming in short little gasps, she would pounce on him if he were here. "Jack…"

"Do you want me to fuck you the way you are? Do you want to climb on top of me Samantha? Do you want to fuck yourself on me till you scream? Do you want to put on a show for me? Do you want me to pin your hands down and make you scream to let you touch me? Do you want me to bend you down over the bed and slam into you from behind?" He was talking to quickly for her to answer, the offers filling her ears and imagination with a shivering, shuddering, passionate need.

Her voice tumbled over his. Unable to contain herself, he could hear her hands wrap into his white button up shirt and tense, grabbing, pushing, pulling, wanting, abusing his shirt as if it were on his body as she pushed and twisted and begged silently with her shimmering blue eyes. "Yes, yes and yes! Please…any of it…all of it…please."

The smirk of his face was audible, "You want me to fuck your mouth? Stretch those pretty pink lips around my dick? Thrust it in and hit the back of your throat…make you moan around it."

"Yes" She whispered, still pleading. "I love the way you taste…" She breathed hard for a moment, wanting so badly to feel him. "As long as I can touch you." Her fingers trembled waiting to do what he would do, waiting to pleasure her as he wanted, she wasn't gonna get caught cheating yet again.

"Touch yourself for me first." He ordered and heard her gasping sigh of relief as she was unable to contain her excitement. He could see her delicate little pale fingers rush between her legs and push into her trembling wet pussy before her next eased breath. He smiled at the idea of her fingers working quick and rough, for one simply delectable purpose. She was wet for him, so incredible wet as she stretched herself for him, little tiny sounds were begging him to say something. Do something.

"How wet?" He asked, his deep voice betraying the fact he had moved his hand around his iron hard flesh. He pulled slowly, softly, running his fingers over his flesh, just enough to prevent himself from going insane.

She panted a little rougher, he knew she was arching her back off the bed, her head thrown back as she moaned her words. Her voice was so damn sexy in that delicate whisper. That desperate mumble that said 'fuck me fuck me fuck me' no matter what the words really were. "So wet sir…soaking wet for you, I'm tight too…hot and tight for you, I need you to streach me." She didn't stop at his groan, she just kept going, knowing it was making him dizzy from the blood loss. "I miss you Jack, miss the feeling of you inside me, angled up so you stroke against me and drive me crazy with every thrust, I am so hot for you…so wet for you…all for you."

"Christ…" He groaned, pulling a little faster at his swelling flesh. "You really want it don't you…enough to let me fuck you fast and hard?"

She shuddered and she twisted her fingers, needing it desperately. "Yes…please…"

"Harder" He whispered. Not a question, but an order as he tightened his own grip as he heard her mew softly in his ear.

"Oh god…god yes" She whimpered and wiggled against her own fingers.

He smiled to himself, she was so desperate, so obedient. "You want it enough to let me fuck you raw don't you?"

"Yes Jack…" She breathed "I want it so bad, I want you to fuck me till I can taste it in the back of my throat."

The man's groan reached her ears and sent shivers down her body, his deep voice reverberating through her like a delicious caress. "Faster" He ordered, a smirk climbing into his voice. "Add another finger."

She usually only used two, and she already had them both buried in her dripping pussy, pushing her juices down the curve of her ass to wet the sheets beneath her. It rubbed against the swell of her ass as she wiggled it against the fabric. But she was willing to do whatever he asked as she dipped another finger into her body. She felt it stretch so good, a little more, filling her just that tiny bit more as she pounded the fingers inside her aching heat. She heard his voice wash over her, the commands floating into her brain and moving straight to her fingers.

"Faster." Sam's fingers pushed with fury into wet willing heat. Rubbing, stroking, feeling and pushing deeper, more, sending layers of sensation moving quickly through her body, faster and faster in successive waves. Flesh on flesh pulled with strong smooth steady motions, increasing in speed to sent swirling pleasure up Jack's spine. He felt himself rocking into his hand willing it faster.

"Harder." She pushed them so deep that her palm roughly crushed her clit to her pelvic bone with every strong thrust. Her hips lunging up to meet her own fingers and drive the digits in again and again, each time more powerful then the last. His fingers tightened to feel the warmth of his hand, create even more sensation on every nook and cranny of his hard aching flesh. It begged to be let to explode.

"More." She could feel herself tremble, shaking with the need to come for him. He could hear the sounds of her far gone from normalcy. Her entire body quivering for him. He loved the thought of that. Loved the sound of his name on her lips, even when no other words could be formed.

She was driven down to nothing but quivering moans, listening to his breath and voice in her ear and for a moment, she felt him on top of her. Driving his hard cock into her wet willing body with enough force to make her bounce and squirm on the bed, her mewing cries filling the room and his ears as his groans shivered down her spine. He was so good, his wide hands around her, holding her for leverage as her back arched and his body fucked her senseless.

He stroked himself faster and harder, imagining her hot body around him, muscles squeezing and pulling at him as she moaned, her legs wrapped around him as he pushed inside her, fucking her harder and harder and harder. The most erotic part was the sounds she made for him. The little mews and cries and every nuance of sound amplified in his ear. She knew where to touch herself, knew how to make herself wiggle and whimper. The sounds started building and growing, changing into what he knew would end it. He heard her scream, he knew it so well, the sound of her pleasure erupting so powerfully it pained her, shooting up her spine like an electrical shock as she came.

Her chest heaved and her eyes screwed shut as she didn't even know where the phone was anymore, she was lost in the smell of the room, the fantasy in her head and the fingers inside her body as her muscles clutched and squeezed. Her juices rushed out of her, riding the wave of her pleasure filled body.

He came to the sound of her voice, body shaking with the sensation as every muscle contracted and released at the sudden rush of ecstasy. His body emptied, white hot sticky fluid shooting out of himself all over his hand and squirting with the force of his orgasm.

They both lay. Breathing and panting. Listening to one another. Sam noticed the cold first, the lack of his heartbeat while she cuddled against his chest. Her heart hurt as she missed him through the haze of her pleasure. She looked around when she realized she no longer heard him as well as she should. Her weak muscles let her grab the phone with her clean hand and pulling it back to her ear. "Jack..?" She asked, needing to know he was still there. Still with her.

"Hm?" He whispered, his heart sinking when he couldn't smell her. When her delicious sexual female smell didn't flow over him in his post-orgasmic bliss. It wasn't the same without the smell of her, and that soft touch.

She closed her eyes. Missing him so much, but the sound of his breathing helped a little, and the delicious feeling of being sated and soaked in her own juices. "I love you.." She whispered.

He smiled and stayed perfectly still. "I love you too."

They stayed silent, breathing, enjoying the moment, even if it had to be so far apart. It was better than nothing. Neither of them wanted to hang up yet. "Thank you…" She whispered, her smile evident.

"My pleasure" came his deep delicious tone, a little hint of mirth in his voice. "But you know next time I'm there, I am not leaving till you make every one of those sounds directly in my ear. I wanna see your face when you make them."

"Promise?" She asked, her mischievous little smile audible in her voice.

He smiled as he stretched on his dirty sheets he would wipe up later, but he wasn't gonna shower. "Oh you can bet on it… you dirty little girl." He heard her giggle, both amused and sleepy.

"Good night…" she whispered, not wanting to hang up, but so close to falling asleep as it is.

"Sleep well" He whispered in return, waiting a long few moments before he moved to hang up the phone. He was right from the beginning. He missed her more. He missed every little touch, every little squeal, every little movement of her as she slept in his arms. God he missed her, he wanted her there with him, he wanted to be there with her. He fantasized about jumping into a helicopter and flying to her house. He didn't care if he had to steal a damn X-302, he just wanted her so bad. Yet he didn't do it. Stayed in bed and kept his eyes tightly closed. He would get her back for this, he would see her again soon and make her whimper for him.