Kissing Samantha Carter

Spacegypsy1

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You see, I was really glad to see her. It'd been months. My intention had been to smack a quickie on those lips of hers. Just a little peek, you know, puckered and barely there.

The tarmac at Peterson buzzed with activity, so there couldn't be any outward displays of affection. A smack. That was it. Nothing more.

I think you know I'm not an affectionate kind of guy. Not like that. And certainly NOT on a military base, or with Carter, or in public. I have to say, I was as surprised as she was.

When my mouth hit hers (intending to land like a mosquito and retreat) the damnedest thing happened. It sorta fused with hers. I didn't have a thing to do with it. Swear to God.

It was an out of body experience. Alien influence. Drug induced. That's my story. What happened was this. Her mouth had opened to speak. Have you ever seen Carter's mouth? Holy crap! It's a goddamned land mine.

Yeah, so, my hands had a hold of the back of her head. What if I knocked her over? I needed to be sure she was stable.

And I know what you're thinking. Why the hell did it just go on and on? Well, I have an explanation. You're not gonna believe this. But it's the truth.

I got confused.

Her mouth was warm. Wet. Mesmerizing. Kinda like those strobe lights in the '60's. It had a movement and blossoming kind of…knack. She was kissing me for crying out loud!

What was I supposed to do? Stop her?

Then I got so wrapped up in the feel of her. You've seen Carter? Right? Imagine that body pressed up… wait, don't imagine that.

So I was kissing her. And kissing her. And kissing her. I couldn't stop, and she sure as hell wasn't helping put an end to this.

Haven't you seen the news when soldiers come home from some war? Haven't you? You get caught up in the moment.

That was me. Caught up in the moment. Okay, the minutes.

God! That woman can kiss. And, I guess I should be honest. I was loving every minute of it.

She has a tongue that dips and tastes like a hummingbird. Quick. Sure. Fluttering.

A mouth that can suck a man dry. Inviting. Soft. Hot.

Lips that move like a freight train. Fast. Powerful. Right on track.

Her arms had come up under mine, wrapped over my back with her hands locked on my shoulders.

I have no idea how my hands ended up one on the back of her neck, and one on her six.

I'm innocent. Really. It was totally an accident. One which I intend to accidentally do again.

I'm not her boss. Remember? All's fair in love and war. I'm up for kissing Carter. Oh, wait, that's not what I meant to say.