"Dammit!" John turned around to see Sam, head buried inside the DHD. He was about to ask if everything was all right when he saw Elizabeth crawl over and crouch down next to her. He watched as Elizabeth guided Sam's head and shoulders out of the DHD, whispering something in Sam's ear that made her giggle and turn pink. There was a familiarity between the women that John had never noticed before; a sense of comfort between them that only increased when Elizabeth started rubbing Sam's shoulders in an attempt to relax the blonde.

John watched on as Elizabeth murmured something in Sam's ear, eliciting a wicked grin from her. The next thing he knew, Sam was kissing Elizabeth breathlessly; the women removing each other's clothes in the efficient way well-acquainted lovers do. He thought that maybe he should be pissed to find out that Elizabeth had obviously been fucking Sam behind his back for quite some time, but for the time being couldn't really bring himself to care too much.

He followed Elizabeth's hand with his eyes as it made its way between Sam's thighs. Sam lowered herself to lie on the floor as Elizabeth's fingers teased her folds. Elizabeth looked up and smirked wickedly at John, her green eyes gleaming with a challenge. John swallowed hard and licked his lips as he walked across the room, shedding his clothes as he moved. He lay down on his back, his head resting on Sam's thigh, face between Elizabeth's thighs. The position was awkward, and his neck would hurt like hell later (let's face it, he wasn't as young as he used to be) but right now he didn't care. His head bounced as Sam bucked her hips, encouraging Elizabeth to plunge a finger inside of her.

John set to work, teasing Elizabeth with his tongue and teeth, as Elizabeth used her fingers and thumb to bring Sam to her climax. John could feel all of Sam's muscles tense as she came and moaned a complaint as Sam slid her leg out from under his head. He could hear her move around behind Elizabeth and seconds later gasped as he felt Sam slide herself down onto him, taking his entire length into her with one swift movement.

The sudden shock made him pull his head away from Elizabeth as he drew in a deep breath. He grunted when Elizabeth tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head back up toward her.

"I don't remember telling you that you could stop, Colonel." she growled.

"Sorry ma'am" John mumbled against her, his hand reaching around to grasp her ass for leverage, and drawing a quiet laugh from Sam. Sam snaked her hands around to cup Elizabeth's breasts, teasing her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, as she began to rock her hips against John's.

John groaned against Elizabeth, plunging his tongue in and out of her, mimicking the actions of his hips against Sam. He could feel the tension building low in his back, aching, throbbing, needing release. He moved his lips around Elizabeth's clit and suckled, knowing just how much pressure it would take to push her over the edge.

The three of them came at the same time, a cacophony of moans, groans and screams filling the small room that held the broken DHD. They toppled into a tangle of arms and legs, all too spent to move for a few minutes.

As the sweat on their skin dried, a chill set in, prompting them to get dressed and move back to the broken DHD.

"Think you can fix it?" John asked Sam.

"Of course I can fix it…but what's your hurry?" Sam retorted, offering John a wicked grin and licking her lips.

John looked back and forth between the women grinning evilly at him and chuckled. "No hurry at all ladies…."