Set around Season One.
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Jack could only just see ahead of him, he had never had the best night vision. It was 0400 so a ridiculous time to be heading down the forest trail outside Cheyenne Mountain. It was dark and there was that early morning chill to the air. When you spend half your life or so it felt on the base – sometimes the closest thing to home was getting out of the mountain and breathing in fresh air. Albeit normally he would be here in the daylight, but after laying awake for hours he had given in to his insomnia and decided on a walk.
Lost in his thoughts he hadn't heard anyone coming so when he rounded a corner and literally crashed into someone he let out a grunt of surprise.
"Sorry Sir!" He knew that voice. It was Captain Samantha Carter. After a moment he realized that he was holding his 2IC's wrists tightly in his hands and her blue eyes were wide with surprise.
He quickly let go and took a step back. She dropped her hands and he took in the rest of her now that he could see better… She was wearing a tank top, tiny little shorts and her dog tags jangled over her breasts with each ragged breath she took.
"Enjoying your run?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes sir," the words came out as one. Yessir. He tried to ignore the sudden twitch in his pants at her husky voice. It was bad enough having to look at her in this… state… but that voice? "Sir? Are you okay?" He realized she must have asked him a question which he of course hadn't heard. He was still fighting down the desire that seemed to be spreading like wildfire through his body.
"I'm fine." She seemed to be catching her breath and his eyes fell to her lips. Whether she did it on purpose or not he would never know… but she sucked in her lower lip just as his eyes reached them and before he knew what he was doing one hand was back on her wrist and he was tugging her towards him. Her body bumped into his and he held her steady. "Do you have to do that?" He leant forward and whispered the words huskily into her ear. He felt her tense against him.
"Sir…" She started uncertainly. It was then he realized what he was doing. He had absolutely no right to touch her, to do this… was he insane? He made to let go but before he could her blue eyes turned to his and her gaze locked onto his. He saw the desperate need in her eyes and before he could track down his sanity again he pressed his lips to hers. She relaxed, her arms sliding up around his neck and her mouth opening almost instantly to his. When the need for oxygen became dire they broke apart. She took a small step backwards, looking a little stunned. The air was cold and he watched as she rubbed her hands over her arms and gave a little shiver. More than anything he wished he could tuck her back against his body and give her some of his warmth.
"Uh… Carter…" He ran a hand over his face. Crap, what had he done? This was against regulations. He knew this. They could lose their jobs. He unzipped his jacket and handed it to her. She looked at it and hesitated before taking it from his hands and slipping it on. She zipped it almost to her chin, all without meeting his eyes.
"Thank you Sir," she said quietly her eyes finally meeting his.
"We can't… not that I don't…" He cleared his throat. Stop stammering like a school boy Jack!
"I know Sir," she interrupted. "It's our little secret." She gave him a reassuring smile.
"Our little secret," he repeated her words and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
The End.