A/N: A huge thanks to Channach for the plot-betaread. And she found a few grammar and spelling mistakes too! :D

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Release

There were days that seemed to have conspired to prove Einstein's theory of relativity true; days where you wished you could fast forward and get it over with, because they just wouldn't end.

And then there were weeks like that…

Sam Carter sighed after she had glanced at the clock on her computer screen again. One minute later than what it had been when she had last checked. She was edgy – mildly put. Although her colleagues would probably rather describe it as impatient and uncharacteristically grumpy; had they dared to say something about her state.

It wasn't like she didn't realize it – and that made it worse.

She exhaled with exasperation and slammed the little screwdriver back onto her desk, glaring at the alien device that she was supposed to figure out. How on Earth was she supposed to make sense of this when the people who had been assigned to her as assistants couldn't even do simple calculations right?

Her eyes moved to the clock again. Her shift had ended 3 hours ago... maybe she should just call it a day and go home. But then again once she was at home, alone, she knew that inevitable she would have time to think and indulge in fantasies that would lead to even more frustration…

It was ridiculous. She had never been like this; ever! She was rational, and cautious usually, and she always thought over things twice before acting. And now it seemed that her higher brain functions had become slave to a lot more primal urges, and all she could think of was when those damn two weeks would finally be over. One day… just one more day…

Somehow she doubted that Jack would let her off the hook that easily though.

She leaned over the device and tried to reach the tiny little screw under a few cables that she had tried to loosen for the past twenty minutes.

She had never allowed any man that much power over her. Granted, the thought of submitting like that had always been somewhat of a turn on for her, but she had never given in to the urge. It wasn'T that she didn't have the chance… no, on the contrary! Jonas would have loved it. He had always tried to control her, but his control had extended into every aspect of her life. With Jonas, the control thing had been a way of life.

With Jack it was just a game… and even when they were in the game, she never felt as though she couldn't get out or put a stop to it. Maybe that was what appealed to her so much.

Although, Jack O'Neill was the same type as Jonas Hanson had been: alpha male, sarcastic sense of humor and years of experience in Black Ops. Sam released a soft sigh and mentally slapped herself for comparing the two men.

Instead of worrying about her choice of men, she should rather reflect on why she always went for the same type – or rather, why she got off on the entire sex and submission thing. Maybe she had serious issues on which she should seek professional help?

Her eyes closed when the screwdriver slipped off the tiny screw again.

There was, of course, always the option to discard Jack's order; she could end her frustration and be done with everything. It would be easy! Just get in the car, then drive home for about 15 minutes and take care of her frustration. Jack only held the power over her that she allowed him to have.

The problem was that she wanted him to have the power. Within the confinement of their little Friday night game, she had surrendered control to him, and she was getting into it. She found herself eagerly anticipating the Fridays…

Even though she wished she could wipe that smug smile off his face that he had tried to hide whenever she had made a snippy remark at one of her colleagues.

He was enjoying her impatient tone with the other scientists. It was no secret, that O'Neill didn't trust any 'geeks' (as he liked to call them) except for her and Daniel Jackson. As a matter of fact, he thought that most of them (like Dr. Lee – or Felger, who seemed to rub him in an especially wrong way) weren't up to the task of working with sensitive alien technology. Therefore, it provided additional amusement for him to witness her take over his part of putting the men in their places.

"Carter."

"What now?" Sam snapped and looked up, expecting to see Dr. Felger return with the corrected values for their experiment, but then paled when she was faced with Jack. Hurriedly she added a much friendlier "Sir" to her question, and winced. He was her commanding officer after all, and there were cameras all around. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Sir… I thought you were… someone else."

Jack looked at her with a soft tilt of his head, and then smirked. "You alright?"

Sam's face reflected the annoyance that she was feeling inside at his question and the strange undertone that was resonating in it. He knew damn well that she was not alright; had he come down here to taunt her about it?

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

She leaned over her experiment. Not looking at him was the only way to avoid adding to her frustration – because looking at him meant remembering the gorgeous body that she knew he hid under those baggy pants and wide shirt.

"I'm working with amateurs who cannot even get the numbers on a sheet of paper right, the mess hall is out of blue jello, I snapped at general Hammond this morning – oh, and did I mention that my commanding officer is apparently quite amused by all this?"

"Watch the tone, Carter!" Jack said warningly, as he strolled over to her desk with the hint of amusement playing on his face. "How is work on the artifact coming along?" He played with one of the 'doohickeys' on her table. They both knew what was going on, so his presence and him calling her out on it was kinda like a little dance. He knew it was a fine line he was walking, given their agreement not to let their Friday activities interfere with work – and he wouldn't even have started their banter had she not provided him with such an excellent basis.

Her scientist colleagues were always acting like idiots in his opinion – just that it was usually him pointing it out, and her defending them. The mess hall was regularly out of some color of jello – especially at 10pm at night, he thought with a glance at the clock, but figured it would be wiser not to get deeper into that.

And the Hammond-incident… yeah, well. That had been a bit out of line – even for her. The general had let it slip though and nobody had said anything about it anymore, so it was as good as forgotten.

"I don't have a clue as to what this thing is supposed to do yet, Sir, and I think as long as Daniel isn't done with the translations, we won't know anything else." Her eyes remained fixated on the artifact in question.

"Ah," Jack nodded. "I'll tell Hammond that it will be a while longer then. Why don't you go home and try to relax a bit?"

"Well, Sir, I have work piling up and figured I'd get a few extra hours in," Sam said.

"You seem to be – um – edgy though."

Her head shot up at these words, but except for the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, his expression hadn't changed.

"I'm glad to see that at least somebody is enjoying himself in my company today."

"That reminds me…" His finger touched the metal surface of one of the artifacts on her desk. "…Daniel suggested we have a team night out at O'Malley's tomorrow evening. So we'll meet there at eight… care to join us?"

She shifted and swallowed. Tomorrow evening… Friday evening!

Jack raised his eyebrows quizzically as though nothing was wrong. "What?"

"Um… Sir… tomorrow at eight?"

"Yeah…" he nodded. "O'Malley's… I couldn't talk Daniel out of it. Or come up with a reasonable excuse for why I wouldn't be there. Can you?"

She folded her arms and glared at him. Not coming up with a reasonable excuse for not being there? My ass! He was enjoying this! She recognized the glint in his eyes. He was trying to make this especially hard on her, wasn't he?

"No, Sir… I'll be there."

"Good… Don't make any plans afterwards…" With those words, he turned around and left.

Sam's deepest fears that they would not be able to hide their 'affair' from Daniel and Teal'c in a more private setting than the Cheyenne Mountain military base turned out to be unfounded. At O'Malley's Jack behaved as professional as always – if not more so.

Except for the two or three times when he had known that both Daniel and Teal'c weren't paying attention and used the moment to send a smoldering gaze her way, there was barely any interaction between them at all – probably because he shared her concerns.

Especially Daniel was perceptive, and Jack knew that if he even had the slightest hint of a suspicion that something between them was off, he would call Jack out on it. After seven years – well, seven years minus ascension time, she corrected – they had developed something like an intuitive sense for the dynamics in their little family.

By the time they left O'Malley's, it was already nearing 11pm. It was going to rain soon, Sam noticed as she, out of a habit, looked up at the stars only to find the sky cloudy.

They walked through the parking lot of the bar and dinner, listening to one of Daniel's meaningless rants about their last mission; something about archeological discoveries and translations. Sam wasn't interested – and she doubted that Jack was listening. She knew how he felt about job-talk during their team-nights out – at least the kind of job-talk that was related to ongoing missions.

She hugged herself with her arms, hoping that the evening would be over soon.

A tingly feeling spread all through her body when the thought occurred to her that, tonight, she would be going home with Jack! There was a certain thrill to the secrecy that added to the fun of what they were doing. She was usually the type who took a while to get in the mood… and it took even more effort to keep the mood up, because her mind was always wandering back to some kind of scientific problem she had encountered.

Her inability to wind down had always been a problem with every single man she had been with in the past…

With Jack, the problem seemed to have reversed itself. She couldn't concentrate on anything, neither science nor Daniel's archeological problems – which she was sure she would have found fascinating otherwise.

Finally, after what appeared to be an eternity, Daniel stopped at his car, and announced that he would take Teal'c back to the base.

"My car's back there, so… see y'all on Monday," Jack said his unceremonious goodbye. They were used to it, and for a moment Sam envied him. At least Daniel would notice if she began to imitate Jack's curtness.

She smiled at the archeologist and exchanged a few meaningless words with him about how she had enjoyed it, and how they would do it again soon. Always the same…

No, that wasn't fair, she corrected herself, realizing that her bitterness sprung from the sole fact that she wanted to be alone with Jack. Daniel said something about the artifact they were scheduled to examine on Monday. Then he turned around to his car. Sam smiled at Teal'c and told him good night, upon which the tall man nodded respectfully in what was almost the beginning of a bow.

"Good night, MajorCarter."

The men got into the car, and Sam turned around to follow Jack. He was about fifteen meters ahead already and hadn't given any indication that he wanted her to follow him… Her car was parked in the same direction as his though, and so she hurried to catch up with him.

Silently, they strolled along the parking lot next to each other. When Daniel and Teal'c passed them by in Daniel's little Ford, Sam gave them a short wave.

Jack stopped when they reached his truck. Sam waved to her Volvo that was parked three spots further down the line. Whatever she had been about to say vanished in the gasp she released, when Jack grabbed her elbow and pulled her with him into the shadow between his truck and the large van next to it.

She hadn't expected the move, and the soldier inside of her was having a hard time not wrestling out of his grip and inflicting serious damage on him in the progress.

She winced when he slammed her against the passenger door of his car, her back colliding with the hard metal in a loud hollow banging sound. Jack grimaced in sympathy, and closed the distance between them, his cheek brushing hers. "Sorry…"

He pulled her against him, his fingers running along her waist to make up for the unintended pain.

Her hands reached out to touch the sides of his shirt, and her breath became faster when his body was suddenly so close to hers – in a public parking lot. An inappropriate thrill ran through her body. "I'm fine, Sir… it didn't hurt."

She looked up to meet his eyes when he leaned back. His eyes shimmered dark in the flickering light that an old lamp provided right next to the van. Like obsidians… just more dangerous. Her fingers reached up to trace his lips. Jack brushed his hand over her cheek in a gentle touch, and Sam hummed in appreciation when his lips closed hers, her fingers resting against his cheek.

She hadn't expected him to kiss her here… in public. Not that they were in danger of being seen; not in a half-dark parking lot in the dim light between two cars anyway… Yet, there was a temerity to the kiss that excited a part inside of her she hadn't even known existed.

"Get in the car," Jack finally rasped, and she froze against him.

"Your car?"

"You see any other car we would have access to?" He kept his voice down, and yet, even in the dim shadowy light, Sam picked up on the wry undertone. She stifled a little smile.

"No Sir… but what about mine?"

He hushed her with his fingers against her lips. "It's not a good idea for your car to be parked in front of my house at this time of night… don't ya think?"

She stared up into his eyes dumbfounded and couldn't believe that she hadn't thought about that. When she had previously visited him at his house, it had been in the early evening of afternoon… or he had picked her up to get her. However, at this time of night it would be entirely inappropriate. And if it became a pattern that her car was always standing in front of his house on Fridays…

Nobody at base was suspecting anything, but if the suspicion ever arose, it was better if they didn't offer any traceable evidence for an investigation to be based upon.

"I will take you home later on…" he said gentler, and opened the door for her. "Or are you getting cold feet?"

She chuckled as if to make clear how ridiculous that idea was, and slid into the passenger seat of his truck. With a smirk, Jack closed the door and walked around the car to get in at the driver's side.

After he had taken his seat, he emptied out his pockets and leaned over. Sam felt herself quiver when his hand brushed her thigh through the clothing, and groaned when he put some of his stuff back into the compartment box with his body close to her.

He did it on purpose – there was no doubt about that in her mind.

"So… how far are you willing to take this?" he asked as he leaned back, his eyes giving her a sideway glance. Her eyebrows rose in confusion.

"Sir?"

"You comfortable yet to get into a bit more serious play?"

She nodded. "I think so, Sir… I still have my safe word."

"That you do…" he nodded and smiled at her. He rummaged some more through the compartment box and finally leaned back. His hand brushed her arm tenderly. "C'mere…" With that, he pulled her into a warm kiss. She smiled against his mouth and opened her lips willingly to him.

Damn he tasted good… like beer, and steak, and him… and it really shouldn't turn her on this much.

She separated from his mouth with a gasp when she felt cold metal click shut, first around first her one wrist, and then, as she looked down, around her other.

Handcuffs!

A thrill went through her. Wide-eyed, she lifted her head.

"Real ones…" Jack said wryly with an impish sparkle in his eyes. "So don't mess around with them."

"You better still have the key."

"Excuse me?" He straightened out and gave her his best command look. She cleared her throat and slipped into her role instantly.

"Sorry, Sir… that was out of line." Of course, he would still have the key! He wasn't an idiot, and after the precaution that he had gone through just now with their cars, she was positive that he would make damn sure they wouldn't have to call 911 for firefighters to cut her out of her handcuffs.

"Yeah, you bet." He turned around in his seat with a smirk, and started the ignition. Sam shifted in her seat, the chain that connected the two cuffs rattling against her jeans as she moved her wrists to lie in her lap.

The drive to his house took a perceived eternity. Neither of them said a word until the car moved up the driveway to his house. Once Jack had parked and turned the engine off, he got out of his truck and walked around the car to her side to open the door.

He steadied her when Sam moved to get out. Her tripping and falling out of his car would be the worst possible outcome of this otherwise very hot scenario.

"Thank you…" Her voice was breathy against his chin, and his palm touched her forearm in a tender caress before it grabbed the chain of her handcuffs. Sam gasped in excitement when he started pulling her with him.

"This okay for you?" he asked, worried for a moment that he may be taking things too far.

"Yes, Sir… absolutely."

When they were both standing in the hallway of his house, Jack shut the door with a little click and turned around to look at the woman standing handcuffed and with a submissive expression on her face in front of him.

She was stunning… he couldn't think of a more fitting term as he observed her, her head slightly lowered with the short strands of her hair falling wild and ruffled around her head, her hands shackled together while the blouse that she was wearing revealed parts of her shoulder as it had fallen loose during her walking.

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"You put in a lot of effort today…" He commended her and placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. "Good behavior should be rewarded. So I'll grant you one of your fantasies next Friday."

With a little smile, she turned around in his arms. "Thank you, Sir…"

"Anything come to mind?" he asked, and her smile faded. He wanted an answer? Now? Her body tensed up.

"I…" She cleared her throat. There was one that came to mind, but she couldn't possibly tell him…

"Write it down," Jack said, realizing instantly what the problem was. "I'll read it when you're gone… better?"

She winced. "A little… not much…"

Her reaction made him chuckle. "After everything we've done, you shy out of telling me one of your fantasies?" he teased her.

He had a point, she had to give him that. "I will write it down, but you don't have to do it if you think it's too weird…"

He raised his eyebrows. "Now I'm seriously intrigued."

He loosened himself from her and pulled his pants on. Then he left his bedroom to go get a piece of paper and a pen for her, and give her a bit of privacy. When she entered his kitchen a few minutes later, he handed her a glass of water with a gentle smile.

"I'll get dressed, and then I'll take you home." He waved towards a pen and a piece of paper on the kitchen table. "Don't be shy about this, okay? This is your reward… and whatever it is, just tell me."

"I will…" she said with a weak smile, and looked after him as he left the room. Then her eyes fell on the blank piece of paper.

Would he think differently of her if she wrote down what she really wanted? Would he treat her differently at work? They were walking a fine line, and she didn't want to blur that line even more… on the other hand, wasn't this what they were doing this for? Fulfilling fantasies?

Taking all her courage, she bent down and began to write…

Next story will follow soon...

Alright… there it is. The next chapter is a pretty sensitive one and I am really, REALLY concerned to post it, because I know lots of people feel very strongly about where this is going. But then again many people feel strongly about Sam calling Jack 'Sir' in any kind of personal setting – let alone sex – so… I guess all I can do is shrug and move on. :P

As always I tried to keep this part ("Release") realistic, and also subtly address the fact that they are playing a game that either of them can end at any moment – which should be the basis of every healthy D/s or BDSM relationship. It was hard to find a middle line here between keeping up the illusion that Jack is entirely controlling her, and showing that this is not the case and that, in fact, Sam has just as much control. So, hope you liked it!

And REVIEW RESPONSE TIME!

mmkbrook: I think you are right. It is somewhat sadistic… I know there are some guys out there though who find it a real turn-on if the woman starts begging for it – so the main aim was to get Sam to that point. Why? Because she is that tough soldier (who had his ass with that feminist speech when they first met) so I think in a way he has always wanted to respond to that challenge. :P

And while Jack shows a certain sense of sadism here, Sam also shows the masochism in a way to put up with it. She doesn't have to go through with it. As she said, she could just go home and take care of the problem herself. ;) However, she does get a thrill out of Jack's control… and I think this chapter shows her that it was worth it.

I was thinking about writing more about the two weeks in between, but I didn't really want to blur the lines so much. I mean, they both agreed to keep this entirely out of work – so both of them would act professional. Except for the little taunting that Jack does at the beginning of this chapter. ;)

And yes, I do want them to be together so, so, soooo badly. So I cannot just write a freaking 'just sex, no emotions' story. ;) They have somehow become my OTP (one true pairing) because, even though it doesn't end in marriage and kids, they love each other. In a way, Sam is a woman who doesn't want all that – she is career driven, and she doesn't want the nice little house and dog, and kids and family. And yet, she has found the man who accepts all that and loves her nonetheless with all his heart.

ALIMOO1971: Handcuffs, huh? Nice hunch, just that it wasn't Sam who used them on Jack! :D I will keep that in mind for future One-Shots in this series though. Maybe… once another reward is due, he will let her handcuff him... we shall see. :D

Yol: Thank you for the compliment! :) Yeah, I have a fondness of Jack's dark, dominant side – even on the show. And yes, they will both be fulfilled… and now it's kinda Sam's fantasy deal, so he isn't just using her to get what he wants – mostly. :P The next chapter will be a bit more extreme – however, I read once that the majority of women has that sexual fantasy so I am hopeful that it won't be too badly received. The last story will then be more of a conclusion to tie it into a more exclusive, binding agreement. ;)

However, I will ocaasionally post random Add-Ons to this story. Loose One-shots that will only be published on my website, so keep an eye out if you're interested. ;)

fanka77: Wow, thank you! Tension was what I was going for, but I wasn't really sure I succeeded. As a matter of fact, MORE TENSION was the target of this chapter – especially the end, which hints towards their little affair being more than just an innocent exploration. ;)

dpdp: Thank you, I'm glad you like it! :D

Thank you all for your reviews and for reading!