Honeymoon (Closed to Sam, NC-17)

[jack_youbetcha]

(ooc: Continued from here)Jack made an agreeable 'Mmm' sound at the comment about her dress as he let his mouth move along to her shoulder now that her shirt was off. His teeth pulled teasingly on her bra strap. "I'd have found a way." It might have resulted in some missing buttons though, so it was a good idea that Sam had changed

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[schrodingerscat]

"You didn't look half bad yourself," she tugged his head up to capture his lips, it felt strange kissing him now that they were married, different but more intense in a way.

[jack_youbetcha]

There was something about a woman in a wedding dress, especially the woman you loved in a wedding dress, that was like anything else. Jack wasn't even sure he could put it to words.

When Sam brought him up to kiss him on the lips, he deepened it, pressing against her with a sense of urgency. Kissing felt different, but so did the touch. It was like there was total permission now, from not only Sam, but the world. Freedom to fully enjoy each other.

[schrodingerscat]

Permission, that was exactly how she felt. Or maybe that they were married and anyone who disapproved wouldn't be able to change that.

She twisted slightly to unhook her bra, pushing him back slightly as she did so to smile at him, a wicked glint in her eye.

"Take off your pant's Mr. O'Neill."

[jack_youbetcha]

Liquid fire shot through his system when Sam, with the combination of her look, ordered his pants off. It was hot.

"Yes, ma'am..." His eyes fell briefly to fully appreciate her loose bra as she unhooked it before his eyes moved back up to look at Sam. His hands moving to undo his belt and then the button on his jeans, "...Mrs. O'Neill."

She might not have legally taken his name, which he was fine with, but she still was Mrs. O'Neill to some degree. And being able to say it not only made Jack feel harder than he already was, but also made his stomach warm.