The Old Alien Influence Excuse
By Bren Ren
Summary: Urgo missing scene. Jack and Sam learn to appreciate the power of suggestion.
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Sam was walking down the corridor escorted by a Special Forces op when Jack appeared, almost of thin air.
"Sir, you startled me!" Sam exclaimed as they resumed walking down the hall.
"Sorry, Carter." Jack's grin was anything but sorry.
"So where's Urgo?" Sam asked.
"Oh, off bugging Daniel or Teal'c, I suppose… but he left me with this idea I can't seem to get out of my head." Jack stopped in front of a door which he opened. "Come with me, Carter. You can wait out here," he said to the two SF's now accompanying them.
Sam walked into the room, followed by Jack. He closed the door, and the two of them were alone in what turned out to be an equipment storage room.
"What's up, sir?" Sam asked, a bit anxious.
"Well… you know how all of our senses have been enhanced?" Sam nodded. "Well, Urgo wanted us to try something."
"Try what?"
Jack paused for a moment. "Just remember, this is Urgo's idea… And you know how we've been reacting to the power of his suggestions."
"What is Urgo wanting us to try?" She asked again.
"This," Jack said, right before bringing his mouth down to hers.
Sam gasped underneath his touch. Then, to her utter surprise, she found herself pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss.
The sensations really are amazing, Sam thought. He tasted like the sweet pie that he'd been eating earlier, and the pleasant scent of his aftershave was tickling her nose. His lips were warm and firm, sure and confident. For a moment, Sam thought she might lose herself completely in the feelings that were rapidly overwhelming her senses. She finally broke away.
"Sir… that was…" Sam still had her arms wrapped around Jack as she trailed off, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Totally against regulations, I know. I'm sorry," he said with a slight shrug. "Blame Urgo?"
"Well, we are under the influence of alien technology and not entirely responsible for our actions," Sam replied.
"So no sexual harassment charges?"
"No, sir," Sam laughed. "In fact, I think we should repeat the experiment."
"Really?" Jack asked, incredulous.
Instead of speaking her answer, she reached up to frame Jack's face in her hands and pulled him back down to her awaiting mouth.
This time the kiss was hungry, far more passionate than the first. The way he practically assaulted her mouth reminded her of the time she'd done much the same to him under the influence of that Neanderthal virus right after the Stargate Program began.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, and a dual between them began. Their strokes were fierce, and body temperatures were shooting up through the roof. As they continued kissing, Sam moved her hands up to play with his short, oh-so-ruffle-able hair. Jack's arms remained tight around her, and she could feel every inch of his body pressing into her. She was getting desperate for oxygen, but she couldn't bring herself to end the kiss. The sensations were too great and powerful. Jack pulled her lip between his teeth so he could lightly nibble it. A low moan escaped from somewhere deep inside Sam's chest.
At last, they broke apart, panting. Jack loosened his grip around her, and Sam let her hands drop down to his shoulders.
"Well…" Sam began slowly.
"Deep subject," Jack retorted. Sam chuckled, letting her arms drop down further. She couldn't bring herself to end the contact with him, though, so she settled for keeping her hands wrapped loosely about his waist.
"I'd say that was a successful experiment," she finally managed. Sam tried to focus on her breathing and calming her racing heart. "I've definitely never experienced a kiss like that before."
"Me neither." Jack grinned rather proudly. "I think that this moment is the only thing about this whole Urgo-bit that I'll look back on fondly."
"Just fondly?" Sam asked.
"Very fondly," Jack amended.
"Something just occurred to me."
"What's that?"
"Well, when you were eating desert earlier, we all got the urge to come and eat, too. I'm just wondering what affect our little experiment here had on Daniel and Teal'c."
"Oh, I hope their not making out in a storage closet, too." Sam laughed.
Finally, she took a step back, extracting herself from Jack's embrace. "Sir, I think maybe I should get back to trying to find a way to get Urgo out of our heads."
"Yeah, I guess you should." Jack brought his hands behind his back and clasped them firmly together. He knew if he didn't, he'd find himself pulling her back into his arms once more. "I should get back to… playing with my yo-yo."
"Is that what you're calling it these days?" Sam asked with a cheeky grin. Jack just grinned back at her. "Okay, Sir, I think we should get going."
"One more thing, Carter…" Jack paused as Sam looked at him expectantly. "I just want you to know, this won't affect our working relationship. At least not on my end."
"Not on mine either, Sir."
"And this won't happen again, either. At least not while there are still regulations standing between us."
"Yes, Sir." Sam's face was the picture of disappointed acceptance.
Her expression made Jack sigh. "Since we're still under the influence here, let's end this right." He took a step towards her, and she took a step back, bumping into the wall. Jack reached up with both hands and cupped her face. He brought his lips back down to hers for a sweet, gentle kiss that made Sam sigh into his mouth.
After they moved apart following their farewell kiss, Jack smiled. "You gotta love that old alien influence excuse, don't you?"