MGM/UA and SHOWTIME-Online. This fanfic is not intended to infringe on those rights and is written solely for entertainment. No copyright infringement intended. I am only borrowing these characters for a brief while. I will derive no profit from this story except the pleasure I get from letting my imagination run free within some one else's universe...so lets get on with it shall we. Dry cleaning will be done at my own cost to return them back as they were.
Jack sat at the bar looking at the stool next to him. It was where the reporter had sat, when telling him about the Stargate, replaying his conversation with Sam.
He was dead. His blood was on Jack's hands. He had told the General about that conversation and where he was going to meet the reporter, for what ended up being their final meeting. Jack lifted his head and saw a lady. Who seemed to have the same plan as himself. To drown her sorrows. Seemed that she had a head start on him. He headed over to where she was.
Ann couldn't believe it. Gone. He said he didn't love her. She had thought it a joke till she had gotten home and found his stuff gone. She glanced over to the guy drinking at the other end of the bar. He was picking up his drink and heading over to her. 'Yea this is just what I need,' Ann thought sarcastically. She turned her head and stared at her JackDaniels straight, she deserved the strong stuff tonight. Jack got the attention of the bartender and gestured for refills. Ann turned to say thanks but no thanks, until she saw his eyes. Her ma had told her that the eyes where the window to the soul, seemed he had had an equally disturbing day.
"Hi, my name is Jack."
"Ann. So what's up Jack?"
"Um... Just saw you here alone, drinking and thought I'd come over and talk to you."
"Sure thing, so talk," Ann said as she reached for the drink he had bought her, his hand touched hers and she felt strange.
"Let's go to a booth," he offered.
Jack had never been a man to pick up a woman in a bar, but he felt a connection to this one. He felt it more since touching her. He felt emotions he hadn't felt for sometime now. "So where do you work Ann?"
Ann liked that he didn't ask her why she was in a bar trying to drown her sorrows. "Um.. I'm an editor for a relatively small publishing firm, called Gutter Fanfiction. They like to give relatively unknown people a start in the business of writing novels. What about you?"
Jack loved the sound of her voice, she actually sounded happy talking about her work. "Me? I work for the military." He noticed they had both finished their drinks. Without asking her, he got up to get another round.
Ann watched as he got up. His sandy blond hair was cut short, she supposed it was because he was in the military, probably would have looked better with a bit of length to it. He seemed fairly tall, and his body probably benefited from his military work. She was definitely appreciating that body at the moment.
Jack gave Ann her drink and they talked some more till the inevitable time came.
"Do you want to come back to my hotel room?" Jack offered.
"Sure," Ann replied, and got up after sculling the last of her drink.
Jack followed her out of the bar. She came up to his chin. She had long chestnut hair and the loveliest green eyes. She had lovely legs and full breasts. His eyes delighted in her body as they waited for the cab.
Ann couldn't believe this. John was barely out of her life, and she was going to sleep with a stranger she had known for all of thirty minutes and after two drinks. The thought played in her head as they went into Jack's hotel room.
Jack decided there was no way he was going to take her right there and then. He went to the mini-bar and got two bottles and poured the drinks over some ice. They drank, almost nervously.
Ann knew somebody had to make the first move, so she put her drink down and pushed his like wise. Then she kissed him. As Jack got over his surprise, he parted her lips and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, tasting the alcohol she had consumed.
Jack's hand went to Ann's blouse, pulling it out of the waistband of her slacks and then undid the buttons. Ann stopped kissing Jack as she shrugged off her blouse and Jack took off his shirt. Her bra joined her blouse on the floor.
Jack pulled her to him and kissed her again, slowly allowing his kisses to trail to her breasts as his mouth sucked and teased her. One arm was around her waist and his other hand was playing at the nipple of the other breast. A surge of pleasure rushed through Ann's body, as his tongue flicked over her nipple. He moved to the other nipple as he heard moans of joy coming from her.
Once he had finished exploring her breasts, his kisses kept going lower as his hands undid the buttons and zipper of her slacks. Once he had pushed them down, Ann kicked them away. Jack kissed her long supple legs down one side and then up the other. Ann loved the feeling of his tongue as it touched her skin, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. Then he removed the last of her underwear as he buried his head between her thighs, tasting her sweetness there. He could hear her moans of pleasure, and felt the quickening of her breath as she finally came.
The orgasm racked Ann's body, she had never experienced this kind of joy with any other man. She pulled Jack up and started kissing him, tasting herself in his mouth. Ann's kisses started to trail down his body as her hand removed his pants, she took him in her hands as her tongue flicked over his nipples. She liked the fact that this was driving him wild, and when she knew that neither of them could stand it no longer, she took him into her mouth.
As she sucked and allowed her tongue to explore his maleness, Jack allowed himself to get lost in the emotions it was stirring in him. He finally felt the pleasure of an orgasm rock his body. He pulled her up and took her to the bed, and lying her down on it as he started kissing her again.
It started slowly, a gentle exploring of the senses. And it began to build and swell in a frenzied frantic rhythm, until it became an orgy of pleasure, wild and savage.
Ann felt herself being swept up on a tidal wave that lifted her higher and higher, and then there was a sudden molten explosion within her and her whole body began to shudder. Gradually, the tempest subsided. Ann closed her eyes. She felt Jack's lips and she was caught up in another fierce wave of blissful sensations. Once again satisfied, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
When Jack got up the next morning, Ann was gone. She had left a note. He didn't open it - he knew what it would say.
Later that day Ann sat at her desk as she started on her next story to be edited. She knew she would never forget Jack and their one night of passion.
The End
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