Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine.
A/N: If you want to know why Jack is so mad, use your imagination. The story is about what he does when he's mad. Very little plot involved.
Jack strode down the hall, his mouth set in a straight line, his eyes blazing. Everyone in the hallway cleared out of his way as he walked past, his eyes shooting flames at anybody who dared to meet them. Any more angry and people would have seen the smoke pouring out of his ears.
Jack stormed toward his temp quarters, the anger burned inside him fiercely. The pressure built up in his chest, straining for release. Jack saw the door to Sam's lab door was open and impulsively altered his course.
He walked into her lab. She was standing beside her work table with her back to the door. Jack walked up behind her and touched her arm. Sam turned around and smiled at him, before he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. Before she had a chance to speak she felt his lips cover hers. "Mmmmmmnnnnnn" She murmured into his mouth. He tasted her breath and kissed her firmly, soundly, almost harsh in his need and desperation.
"Sir…"
Jack sensed she was going to ask him what the hell he was doing and stopped her mouth. Sam gasped in surprise as her back connected with the door, her shoulder blades pressed hard against the cold metal through her t-shirt. He kissed her demandingly. Knowing this wasn't the way it was supposed to be, he should have been gentle, asking her tentatively if this was all right, if this could happen. But he'd waited so long to ask, he'd waited too long to have time to ask. He knew it was unfair but he held her anyway as he released his anger, along with a half dozen other emotions into her. So that there was no way -short of belting him, or flat out pushing him away- that she could escape. With her body pinned between his, and the door, he released her shoulders. His left hand trailing innocently up the side of her face and into her hair while his right hand explored the left side of her back.
Sam felt trapped between his warm body telling her to let go, to forget everything, and the cold door behind her, telling her to come to her senses. They came at her from both directions fighting for control of her body, confusing her. She didn't know how to come to her senses when he'd taken control of them. She needed room to think, to decide what to do, but he wasn't giving it to her, and he didn't show signs of doing so anytime soon.
Jack suppressed his dissapointment that she hadn't responded to him. She also hadn't pushed him away, yet. He pushed further, his left hand traveling around and through her hair till he reached the sweet spot at the back of her neck. He pressed his fingers against her neck in a circular motion. He felt her begin to relax against him and his right hand slowly found it way to her spine. He felt her body reacting to him now, whether or not she wanted it to, and right now he didn't care. He absorbed the information her body was sending him, the sensations she was communicating that betrayed her coldness. He ached for more and tried new ways to tempt her, his hand crept to the band of her pants and started to pull her t-shirt up in back. She tensed again and he focused harder on keeping her busy with his mouth.
When his hand finally slipped under her shirt and touched her bare flesh she shivered, and tried to pull away, and he pressed his face into her neck, giving her the chance to speak. 'Stop' he thought. All she had to do was say the word, tell him to go and he'd be gone.
"Colonel" her breath was soft across the side of his face as he waited for the words. "This is a very bad idea" She hoped the use of his rank would wake him up from whatever insanity had driven him this far. and make him regain the self control he was draining out of her.
"Carter" She knew she had lost when she felt his lips moving on her collarbone as he spoke.
"That is.." she felt his left hand move off her neck and under her shirt. "...not a..." his mouth traced a path on her neck, and she pressed back farther into the wall. "...good.." his right hand found her neck again and cupped it in his large hand. "...enough..." Sam could feel his entire forearm against her back, his fine hairs brushing her skin. "...reason." his mouth came quickly up her neck onto her mouth where he found her waiting for him. Her hunger surprised herself more than it did him as she met him half way, and then some. She opened herself to him, accepting his anger, his longing, whatever he released on her. And backing down only when she wanted him to come for her. She absorbed his aggression, glorying in his strength, feeling untapped power within him. He drowned himself in her acceptance, taking her with him, his passion and sensation of fulfilment magnified by the communication of her own.
She placed a hand on each side of his face, allowing one to stray down inside the neck of his shirt. He moved one hand from her back to her stomach, slowly finding it's way up, from her belly, to her ribs, he followed the natural curves of her body