Careful

"Dismissed, people." Sam got up with everyone else at the briefing table, her mind already on the mission ahead. She glanced to her right as she gathered her notes, and noticed General O'Neill looking at her with a little more intensity than usual. She smiled at him, then turned and walked out of the room.

Sam knew this mission wouldn't be easy. In fact, is was one of the most dangerous missions she'd ever been assigned to. She and her team were going to infiltrate an Ori ship and attempt to disable or destroy it. It was crazy, and very dangerous, but what about her job wasn't?

Sam walked into the outer portion of the women's locker room where her mission gear was stashed to check on her supplies. So focused on this task was she that she didn't notice someone entering the room with her until he cleared his throat. She whirled around. "Sir? What are you doing here?" This area wasn't strictly off limits for men, so O'Neill wasn't breaching protocol, but they didn't normally have any reason to come in here. It was, in fact, usually deserted.

"I, uh, wanted to talk to you before you left." He sounded a bit strange, and Sam looked at him closely

"Sir, are you alright?"

He cleared his throat again. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that this mission is really the craziest thing we've ever done, and…uh…" he was staring straight into her eyes, moving forward slowly until he was just inches away from her, and her blood heated a bit. What was he up to? She matched his look, her eyes never wavering until she felt him take her hand. She glanced down, somewhat shocked by what he was doing. She looked back up at him and saw worried anguish in his eyes. He was afraid for her!

Jack looked down into the incredible blue that belonged to the eyes of the woman he wanted more than any other. He knew the cameras could see them, and knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he didn't care. If she was lost on this mission, he would never see her again, and… the thought didn't bear following. He rubbed a callused thumb over the back of her hand and moved forward the last couple of inches until their bodies touched. Slowly, to allow her time to move away if she wanted, he leaned down, watching her carefully for signs of rejection. She didn't move, and in fact tilted her head up slightly, her lips parting the tiniest bit to receive his kiss.

Sam struggled to control her breathing. She could feel his breath on her lips, could see the depths of his soul in his black eyes. She wanted him, had wanted him for a long time. Finally, at the last possible moment, she closed to her eyes, and felt his touch on her lips.

Softly, so softly, as if she would break if he pushed it, Jack kissed her. Moving his lips slowly over hers, he conveyed all the fear and passion that had built up in him for 9 years. He opened his mouth just a bit, asking permission, and she responded in kind. He touched her lips with his tongue, wetting them and inviting her response. Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and turned her head enough to allow full contact between them. Her body pressed against him, her breath rising as their tongues began to touch and weave around each other.

Jack moved his hands up her torso, savoring the feel of her, knowing this may be his last chance to show her how he felt, and praying it wouldn't be. He slowed them down, closing his mouth slightly, kissing her slowly and lightly now. She whimpered a bit as he began to pull away, but he needed to look at her again. To tell her. Finally he drew his mouth from hers, and looked again into her eyes. He saw tears glistening there, and he smiled sadly, wiping them carefully away. He gave her one more soft kiss before disengaging completely. He walked toward the door, moving backward so he wouldn't have to take his eyes off her. He reached the doorway and turned to go, but threw three last over his shoulder before disappearing. "Be careful, Sam."