So this story is a follow up to the one I did a while ago called Be More Flexible. I had it written out on paper about a week after I posted the first one, but I managed to misplace it and only found again last night.

Anyway hope you like it.

They were all playing Twister again, like they had done a handful of times since that first game when Jack had fallen and taken Sam with him.

So far everyone had managed to win a game except poor Daniel who had nearly always been the first one out.

There had been a few occasions when someone had had to sit out due to injuries that had been received at work, but everyone was really beginning to enjoy the game.

Today's game saw Jack and Sam once again the last people standing, although this time their positions were reversed, Sam was holding herself over Jack and the two of them were nearly face to face.

Nearly, but not quite. Jack's latest move, right hand yellow, meant that he was now looking at a piece of Sam's anatomy that was a little below her face.

The way she was positioned meant that her top was gapping slightly, giving Jack a perfect view down it. He tried not to look, he really did, but he couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn to the skin that he could see pushing against the lace trim of Sam's bra.

He kept telling himself to stop looking, that all this was going to achieve was getting him into trouble, but he couldn't look away. He had fantasied about Sam's breasts, among other things, for years, and now they were right here in front of him.

Luckily, although he wasn't so sure about that, he was distracted by Cassie calling out the next instruction for Sam, "Left foot yellow."

Sam did as instructed and began to move her foot to the next location. As she did so though her knee brushed against Jack's crotch. Both officers froze. Sam's light touch had made Jack realise that he was nursing a semi, although it became harder after Sam's touch. Jack also knew from Sam's pause that she had felt it too.

Sam continued to move until her foot was firmly planted on the floor and she was once again in a stable position.

There was one problem though, and that was that Sam's new position offered Jack an even better view down her top and because her leg was now between his there was no way that she wasn't aware of the reaction that it was causing Jack.

Jack tried to take calming breaths, but then he noticed that Sam was doing the same thing, which was making her chest heave.

As Jack struggled to get himself under control, he didn't want to mentally scar Cassie, or face the ribbing he would receive from Daniel, if anyone else in the room saw what he and Sam could feel, Sam decided to push her obvious advantage.

"Is that your side arm I can feel sir?" she asked, her voice barely above a breath, which made Jack shiver slightly, "Or are you just enjoying the view?"

Jack almost groaned at her words, maybe Twister hadn't been such a bright idea after all.

At that thought he breathed in deeply and then held his breath in an attempt to force his blood away from certain extremities.

He didn't know how long he held his breath for but it didn't help as fast as he would have liked it to because of how close Sam was, and the next thing he knew he was lying on his back looking up at the slightly worried face of Janet.

"Can you hear me Colonel?" Janet was asking.

"Yeah I can hear you Doc," Jack replied, "What happened?"

"You blacked out Colonel," Janet explained, "And fell. Any idea why?"

"I was holding my breath," Jack muttered.

Janet frowned but didn't question him further. She must have decided that he was alright because she moved away, giving Daniel the opportunity to offer Jack a hand up."

"Well," Cassie said, "Uncle Jack forfeited so I guess Sam wins."

Sam began to smile but then quickly lost it as Jack came towards her. "You're a tease," he hissed in her ear, "But I certainly did enjoy the view, and it certainly wasn't my side arm you could feel."

Sam began to blush furiously and quickly left the room before anyone could ask her why.

"I'll beat you next time," Jack called after her retreating back. He smiled smugly to himself, he may not have won the game but he had certainly just won his little match against Carter.

Once again he was looking forward to the next game of Twister.