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.

In the Flesh

"Oh it is…" Came General Jack O'Neill's sexy deep voice- in stereo. He was in her ear and standing in front of her. In the flesh. His constraining dress blues that made him look delicious enough to eat, and large duffle bag over one shoulder, pulling in front of his crotch to hide his erection.

Jack couldn't help but chuckle as her cell phone slipped out of her hand and fell with a smooth clunk to the carpeted hallway. She just stared at him for a moment. Her breathe caught in her throat. No way…No, it couldn't be. Jack …Jack O'Neill in all his glory at her front door…not in Washington…but here. "How?" She whispered softly.

He shook his head sadly, and he stepped in, impatient as he dropped the bag to the floor and clicked his phone shut. He discarded that too, pushing himself into her house with his warm, tall prescience, moving in far enough to kick the door shut behind him. "Does it matter?" He asked softly, his voice so much sweeter now, as his deep brown eyes stared down at her face.

God he had missed her so much. He loved the way he could see the gears turning in her head; and hear them stop short. He touched her lips with his, attempting to be delicate and soft, but that didn't last long. His hunger for her couldn't be hidden. Her lips remained still for just a moment, her brain still working hard on how he had gotten there, and Jack knew that slow wasn't going to cut it. He let his wide strong hands move to her body, one on the small of her spine pulling the soft swell of her body to his. His other hand buried his fingers in her delicate hair and pulled her face firmly to his. The kiss deepened, his tongue taking advantage of her slack jaw to move into her mouth and dominate the warm space.

For just a moment he relished the taste of her. Unadulterated her. Something simple and sweet like honey, but complex on his tongue. His world revolved around her, the smell of her filling his nostrils, the easy pressure of her body against his swollen erection, her gentle hands not knowing what to do on his arms. This was just a moment of the damsel in distress. Just one second of control he so rarely go the opportunity to possess. One single second of holding her mouth to his and exploring it without protest, the way he wanted, feeling, smelling, being with her so simply it made his heart pound in his ears. He didn't really remember being such a romantic, but maybe it was just dreaming of her for so long, that made him cherish every second he actually had her.

Soon enough her wits returned. Her tongue spurred to action rubbing against his, her hands clutching at his dress blues, pulling and pushing at the fabric to get it off him. It shouldn't be between them. She didn't want it between them. She could feel him, hard beneath that stupid fabric and she knew she was ready for him. So ready for him. She felt his strong arms push her back, tongue reluctantly slipping out of his mouth with a wet pop. She looked up at him, still one step behind, as he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

He absolutely loved how damn slow her brain worked when she couldn't figure out a problem. Loved that little sound she made when she found herself flying through the air and landing on his shoulder. But more than all that; he loved the way her little ass was right next to his face. He kissed it. Soft and delicate, then opened his mouth wide and nipped her through the loose cotton pants. He heard her surprised yelp and couldn't help but smirk against the fabric. He pulled the material quickly down her hips, dropping the sweat pants to the floor as he walked toward her bedroom.

He knew she missed him. He knew she was aroused, but apparently he had no idea. He was hit by her smell, the delicious wave of primal scent, nothing but her hitting him like a brick wall. He stopped in his tracks. Standing in her living room with the blonde over his shoulder as he peered as he wet sticky thighs. "Colonel." He asked, a deep sharp tone, one hand moving up to caress her flawless round ass. "Exactly how close are you?" He asked, teasing one little digit in between her burning thighs and reaching toward her center.

"No…no no no…" She whimpered in vain as she squeezed her thighs tight and moved her panicked hands with weak motions clutching at his uniform. She tugged at his pants and his jacket as his single finger dipped into her. She was so wet, she could feel his deep breath as he reached her core and she let out a little whimper of shame. Yes…she had wanted him that badly.

He was truly shocked to feel her so wet. She only got this after hours of foreplay. She was so wet the thick fluid coated his fingers and made his mouth water for the taste of her. She was tight. Tight and made tighter by her thighs squeezed so adamantly closed. "You can't hide from me Colonel…and for trying…" He pulled his hand out and back, dropping his flat palm onto the round expanse of her ass.

He absolutely loved the way she jumped and squealed at the feel of him, her hips popping forward and even feeling a rush of sexual satisfaction from the feel of her pussy on his jacket.

Oh god. Oh god. She couldn't help it. She needed it so bad as she rocked against his shoulder, the sensations shooting through her faster then she could process. But it was good, she didn't care what she was doing she just wanted more. So she kept moving her hips and neither of them could believe she was literally getting off on his General's star's. She felt tears in her eyes, her body tensing with the incredible feeling rocketing through her. God. She had sophisticated things to get her off, vibrators and toys, but none of them felt as good as being bent over Jack's shoulder. Her hands griped his clothes sharply, her back arched and head thrown back to keep her from getting too dizzy as she struggled to work her hips against his shoulder. His smell, his warmth and his presence flooding through her was enough to make her come right there; well almost enough and she was damned if she would wait another second after waiting all day.

Jack let out a terribly wicked smile and slipped his finger back into the woman's tight body. Her thighs tried to tighten farther, but the wetness escaping her body eased his passage through her thighs. The digit sunk into her completely with an expert touch, knowing just where the bumpy pleasure center was buried in her deep aching channel. He pushed his thumb past her slippery thighs as well, sinking the pad of it onto her swollen throbbing clit. He could feel it shiver under his touch. He was amazed how hard and swollen the little nub really was. He knew it wouldn't be long, and he loved that he got her so horny she could come, screaming, right there in her living room, helplessly thrown over his shoulder, not more then seconds before coming through the front door.

She felt her breath shorten and her chest heavy with the will to move. She felt her body coil in that sweetness she needed so badly all damn day. She felt it in every muscle and every nerve ending that tightened with sensation. She felt the pain in her body build higher. She needed to come, it hurt so bad but she wanted it more. She felt the muscles across her entire body give way and her brain explode in he violence of her orgasm. Her thighs were shaking against his shoulder and her arms shivering in the fabric. Her arms lost the ability to hold herself up as she flopped over his shoulder and let her fingers clutch helplessly at the cloth. And oh did she scream, and involuntary eruption of sound that tore from her throat and that made her entire chest vibrate, it ended like a sob, choking whimpering as tears fell down her face.

Her body shivered and shuddered over Jack; unable to control anything; completely at the mercy of his touch. She didn't care at that very moment how terribly embarrassed she should be. Her brain didn't have time to process she just humped a general's shoulder and almost came from the simple act of him spanking her ass! My god she was such a horny little girl. She would be even more ashamed if she stopped to realized that she was spilling her fluids all over his dress blues, letting it sink into the jacket and leak down his wide frame. But her brain didn't think of any of this, she was way too busy glowing, and feeling the sweet satisfaction she craved for so long flowing through her.

O'Neill's ego could always use a boost, but the damn thing was in the Pegasus galaxy by now. His long strong smirk never left his face as he continued his journey toward her bedroom. Oh, how he was gonna tease her about this later. The man reached the foot of her bed and threw her into it, watching her carefully as she bounced on the comforter. Oh she never saw that coming. She looked beautiful as she stretched out, limbs flailing and hair all out of place. She looked up at him with wide bright blue eyes, entirely confused and still shrouded in post orgasmic deliciousness. He was moving to fast for her.

He gave her a break, watching her breathe as his hands made quick work of his belt. He threw it on the floor, then pushed down his pants, boxers…kicked off his shoes. He watched her eyes go to his throbbing cock. Free to the cool air of the room and now, and he could see in her face that she knew it was real. Her bright eyes flashed up to his as he began to remove his jacket and she blushed furiously at the wet mark she had made in his uniform. He just smirked back, a little out of breath as he stood stark naked at the end of her bed after rushing to get here all damn day. He focused on calming down a little bit. He didn't wanna blow as fast as Sam did.

"Your wearing too many clothes Carter…"

Oh god. She was still wearing her shirt. Was she. She was way to out of it to be able to tell, the only thing she knew was he was there, naked in front of her and my god was he big. She missed his size, missed his heat. She could barely remember how wonderful his velvety hard flesh was. Then again, she didn't need to.

She pulled her shirt off quickly in a single motion, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She clawed her way to him, reaching out to stroke his warm supple flesh. Damn did she miss him. She stroked him slowly, her brain still buzzing and surely she wasn't thinking straight. She mewed softly as he pushed her slowly onto the soft bed, crawling her, dominating her, pressing her down.

Her hands strolled down his body, clutching at him, but Jack had something else in mind. She was the one that called him and got him all hot and bothered. She was the voice in his ear that revved him up and made him miss her so badly. Oh she was gonna pay. He anchored a knee on either side of her and leaned up, waiting for her smooth small fingered hand to gild up his toned abs and chest. She was so predictable, he loved it. He smiled down at her and placed his hands over hers. He loved the delicate touch. He loved the way it made him shiver and shudder and pray for those fingers to go lower. Instead he tightened his grip and pined the hands above her head. He stared down at her, beautiful and soft. He had all intention of playing out one of the many fantasies they talked about over the their time apart. But at this moment, staring into her face, his cock throbbing, all he could think of was Sam. Samantha Carter, the woman he loved.

His voice echoed in the small room, making her shiver under him. "I love you" she smiled so softly, still lost in the sinking deep feeling of bliss. He watched the gears in her head try too move, but they remained bogged down like they were churning through molasses. He wasn't the kind to say he loved her all the time, he didn't need to; she knew. But right now he just felt like saying it.

"I love you too…" She whispered her firm voice reaching his ears as he spread himself over her. They fit together so well, skin on skin, so hot, so hard. She slid her hands up into his hair and tilted her head to one side. He wasn't kissing her, no, he just stared at her. "What?" She asked softly. "What are you looking at?"

His worn fingertips, gently touched her face. "Just…missed this…" He repeated, and she smiled back at him, staring at his delicate features. She memorized every line, every hair, every pore, staring into his deep brown eyes and letting him take his time. She finally had her release and he was the one hard as a rock on her thigh, so he could wait as long as he wanted, but she knew it wouldn't be that long.

He stared at her face, smiling at the dried path of her tears and staring into her cloudy blue eyes. She was so beautiful, and so delicious to his lips. He kissed her again, passionate and deep. His tongue plundered her mouth and left no place unmolested. He swallowed her moan and slowly worked his thigh between her smooth legs, pushing them apart. She didn't protest, in fact she moved her warm soft hands over his skin, petting, touching and encouraging his movement.

He kissed her hot and hungry like a starving man who could do nothing but swallow her whole. He was absolutely intoxicated by the taste of her, the warm honey taste, the smell of her. She was so feminine and sweet that he never wanted to stop kissing her, and he never wanted to take his tongue from her delicious mouth. He knew by her surprise that she was not expecting company and she wasn't clean at all, he loved it. Her thighs were soaked with her own juices and her dildo was on the nightstand in plain view. Her entire bedroom smelled like sex and candles and he loved the idea this was what she did when she touched herself. He felt like he was in her fantasy, inside her little world and he was going to take all the possible pleasure he could from it.

He spread her legs wide for him, hands stroking her upper thighs, moving the hands tenderly up her middle and around to cup her soft breasts. He kneaded the flesh slowly, still amazed at the way it swam in his hands, firm and heavy but so incredibly soft. He lowered his face into the delicious globes, closing his mouth over her delectable flesh. His tongue lapped at the hardening nub slowly, taking his time with the wonderful taste. Her soft tissue yielded easily to the pressure of his working muscle, teeth occasionally nipping at the warm flesh.

She rubbed her dripping pussy against his thigh, working the wet lips and sighing softly as the nerves begged for more pressure, more friction. Her entire body was craving him again and she felt a terrible little shame inside for wanting him to fuck her having just come all over him, but that was just such a tiny little voice.

He could feel his hard body swell even more with need between her wet thighs, her lovely little sounds washing over him and making him want to groan. She made the most magnificent sounds as he kissed each breast in turn, giving each the torture it deserved. Unfortunately he had patience that she didn't seem to posses. She was going crazy from his touches, passionate but so slow. She was caught up now, she didn't need him to compensate.

She pushed at him, her legs wrapped around his middle and pushing him off to the side, rolling them until she was on top, her wicked little smile firmly in place. "Ohh…"he said with a smirk. "Is there something I can do for you Samantha?"

She growled low in her throat, her chest heaving and hard nipples moving with her gently swaying breasts. She reached between them and griped his steely length with her soft hand. She heard him hiss low and allowed a little smile on her desire filled face. She couldn't wait for him to loose control, she'd go crazy first. She pushed the blunt head to her aching dripping body, and without hesitation let her bodyweight fall completely impaling herself on him.

"Christ Carter!" He gasped, suddenly overwhelmed by the heat, and the tight grip of her body surrounding him. His back arched slightly as his wide hands moves up her smooth thighs and landed on her hips, gripping tight and letting his thumbs trace her lower belly. He couldn't take his eyes off her, back arched on top of him, her breasts perked high and jiggling slightly with her deep breathing. His tight grip on her hips moved her steady and hard, pulling her up and slamming her body ontop of him again, stabbing into her with a quick motion of his own hips up.

He watched her blissful face twist in surprise and her muscles tense tightly with pleasure. He worked her again, setting her pace fast and hard, and strong, but she was the one that kept it. She rocked and bounced and fucked herself on him. She twisted and groaned and wiggled. He didn't close his eyes, but he focused on the feel of her, the look of her ridding him as she picked up the pace and slid her own hand to the juncture between them. He couldn't believe it. She was gonna get herself off again so quickly. He couldn't have that. He reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling it away and pushing up to her quicker, harder, digging more into her flesh.

She groaned wanting so much to touch herself. She was overwhelmed by the feel of him again. So incredible, she missed him so much. This is what she missed, the feel of his flesh pulling at hers. The feel of the delicious stretch she couldn't come even close to on her own. She moaned at the feet of his other hand griping her breast again, fingers gliding over the nipple and pushing, pushing. "Oh god Jack.."

He loved his name on her lips, and that alone made him want to come in her willing body. But more then that he didn't want this to end. He could feel her body tensing. She was so close. If she came on him it would all be over. He would shatter into a million tiny little pieces and he would not have any energy left. He pulled her off him, pushing her down onto the mattress again, flipping her onto her stomach. He panted laying on top of her and boring his face in her neck. Warm breath exhaling over her sensitive flesh.

"No…Jack please…Jack.." She was begging, her voice betraying the fact that she was close again, so close and ready to pop for him. He smiled and slid off her, pulling her hips up with his strong hands.

"Please what?" He asked, a smirk in his tone.

"Make me come..fuck me hard and fast and deep and make me come please.." She sounded so desperate, like she didn't just come for him already.

His warm wide palm stroked her sweet wiggling ass with a smile, he let his fingers squeeze the wide globes, move and massage before he dipped a finger down into her dripping pussy. He coated the finger and slid it to her ass, poking her ass with the warm wet digit. He sunk it into her wiggling the small intrusion into her as she tightened.

She didn't expect that, her spine snapping tight as the ass pushed back hard and high. She welcomed his intrusion, the feeling of being filled, being stroked somewhere on the inside. Her breath came fast, her back glistening with sweat as she trembled underneath him. She was nothing but putty in his hands, moaning and wiggling. She was driving him crazy while he waved that little ass at him.

She griped the sheets with her fists, tight and fierce in her hands. She wanted so badly to see him. To watch him face while he claimed her, but she could still smell him. Salty, sexy, sensual and perfect Jack O'Neill and there was no mistaking the very real and very wonderful touch of his hard cock against her wet pussy again. She knew he was so hard, the weeping tip adding to her own juices. She needed it so bad and so hard she simply didn't have the patience. She rocked back, driving his body into hers hard, bringing the delicious stretch back to her. Even more, she felt his finger sink to the base into her as and she let out a squeal at feeling filled from both sides. His finger rolled and stretched her. It made her wiggle and scream.

"Move…move….please…" She asked, tortured by the way he stayed perfectly still inside her. God, he felt so good, but not good enough. He added another finger, stretching her ass so hot and burning like liquid fire shivering up her spine. She felt another hand work around to her stomach and wiggles against the hard wet nub between her legs. Oh it wasn't fair. Still not moving but torturing her with his fingers. She was so full and so hot and so willing. Her brain screaming. She tried to rock against him but she was pinned between the fingers digging into her ass and the ones pressing her clit to her pelvic bone.

"God Damn it JACK!" she yelled, tears forming in her eyes as she squeezed the sheets tighter, working them in her tight hands. She knew it was hopeless. He would let her come when he wanted, never sooner, never later. He had her tight and he had her filled to the brim. Ass and pussy throbbing at the same time, feeling the rapid heartbeat of the man behind her in every pulse of his blood filled dick. God she wanted him to move. Move. Hard and fast. Just take her. Shatter her. Blind her with pleasure.

He took a few moments, as long as he could stand. God her ass was so tight. Her pussy so tender as it clutched at him, muscles stretched to their limit to accommodate his size. He breathed slow, trying desperately to keep calm but he broke. He saw her little blonde head fall, giving in and giving up all control. He moved his fingers in her ass first. Pumping slow and steady. Then he added his hips, pounding smooth and in tune with the fingers. He moved the other hand, still wet from her body to her hips. He held her tight, keeping her steady before he pulled himself all the way out and slammed back in.

Sweet mother of god, careful what you wish for. Sam couldn't believe how it felt when she finally got it. His thrust literally shoved her higher on the bed, his hand on her hips the only thing pulling her back. Her ass throbbed and her pussy griped him, not even able to process the sensation before he buried himself in again, shoving her forward and pulling her back on his thick cock. She could hear his groan somewhere in the back of her head but it was difficult, because now she was screaming. Short little screams with every powerful thrust, and she meet him on each one. She was gonna give it as good as she was gonna get it. God it was going hurt in the morning. The pleasure was shaking through her, like nails raking up her nerves, surfing on her spine and spilling into her brain as the wave crashes. The room was spinning, her eyes were tingling. Her brain was fuzzy and she could feel her body tensing.

Oh she was coming, she was coming and dear god he was coming. Her pussy clenched him desperately, powerfully milking him as he thrust faster, keeping his hard bursting pressure, allowing her back thrust to impale her ass on his fingers. He moved faster, his body moving erratically as his control shattered. His hand griped her tight as he pounded into her, his balls tightening and pulling in to his body. All his muscles contracted and released as he came, pouring all he had into her hot body. Thick heavy liquid filling her deep on he inside.

By the time her brain came back into the world, and the haze faded away she felt her face buried into the soft mattress, her neck feeling a dull ache from being twisted with so much pressure. Her ass was still high in the air, and Jack's smooth warm palms were slowly lowering her to the bed. "Oh god…Jack.."

She could hear his low chuckle as he gathered her in his arms and pulled her down to his warm heavily breathing chest. They both struggled as if the room didn't hold enough air. His warm honey deep voice coursed over her in the soft evening light. "Missed you."

She laughed softly wrapping her arms around his neck. "Missed you too" They held each other close. They waiting through the slow beautiful storm that was the way down from their mountain. God, she was starting to get sore already, she hadn't been laid in so long, and she didn't just have sex; she got fucked hard and good. The way only Jack could.

His thighs and balls hurt, the dull ache from smacking into her ass again and again. He smiled to himself, a long smirk that he couldn't suppress.

"What?" She asked, her soft voice sleepy but awake enough to know that smile without even looking.

"If I knew you liked it so much, I'd have made the effort to wear them more often." Jack didn't elaborate, and he didn't need to. He couldn't help but laugh at the lovely shade of cherry red that Carter turned. Her breath catching as she tried to hit him with a pillow but could do nothing with her weak arms.

"Damn you Jack O'Neill!" She grumbled softly. "I'll get you for this…"

He couldn't help it, she was just so damn cute when she was angry. "and my General Star's too?"

She wiggled in his arms, finding new found strength. "Oh you little!"

He laughed softly and caught the back of her head in his warm large hand, pulling her lips tightly to his. The kiss was delicate and calming, a soothing stroke of skin and muscle to skin and muscle. Warm. Wet. Delicious.

She forgot why she was angry. She forgot, or she forgave him just that easy. She slipped into his arms and shook her head, she knew she was addicted, pure and simply dependant on his body fucking her, making love to her, and everything in between. She groaned softly in frustration, her body far to tired to hate him right now.

Oh he knew he would pay, but he had to admit, right now, he was completely satisfied. He had her, in his arms, real, truly in the flesh.