Author's Note: Please don't shoot. I'm not armed.

I'M SORRY! My computer completely locked up due to about a thousand viruses infecting it (no joke) and it's taken all this time to get it back. So I was seriously worrying about all my files...I've got about 30 percent back. Everything else was lost when we rebooted the whole system.

Kinda worried that this isn't going to live up to your expectations, but we'll see...

BLACKOUT: Part Three – Transgressions
Her ten minutes were nearly up, but still she sat there, wondering if it would prompt him to come and find her. She didn't particularly relish the idea of being dragged to bed 'kicking and screaming' – but then again he had done that literally once when she was working in her lab after being told to get some sleep.

She hadn't really complained though, since the fact that he had thrown her over his shoulders in an effort to reinforce his order and marched her back to her quarters had given her a nice view of his backside.

Her musings were interrupted when she felt a pair of warm hands sliding round her waist and someone come to rest on the ground next to her. Her breath caught in her throat once again – but this time it wasn't out of sudden panic. She knew full well who it was this time, and she wasn't going to let him get away with one damn kiss. Well, three, technically.

As if he read her thoughts, she felt a warm pair of lips press to her neck and travel north to her ear. Intent on foiling his best-laid plans, she turned her head slightly so his lips were now dangerously close to her eye.

"Can we please stand up? My knees are killing me..."

Ignoring the order from so long ago, she giggled, much to his discontentment. If only she knew what that jiggle of movement did to him...

"No giggling," he growled in her ear.

"Sorry," she murmured, not meaning it one tiny bit. And he knew it.

They moved so both were finally standing, pointedly ignoring the loud cracks from both his knees that told him he was getting too old for this and no matter how much he wanted to get into positions like that, there was going to be some degree of pain involved.

She had considered two options briefly, before they made any move that meant neither could turn back. One...she could kiss him goodnight and go and sleep on the sofa, despite the cold. Or two...which was the one she was really leaning towards currently...she could give into that old foe called Temptation. If she could rank all the enemies that she had come across over the years, not even Ba'al could come close to temptation.

Of course, all doubts of what she were about to do flew from her mind when he shifted their positions so she was leaning against the windowsill, trapped by his hips and pressing against his chest.

Moving was not an option. Both her commonsense and her body were telling her to stay put. He probably wouldn't have let her go even if she had wanted to.

Not that she actually wanted to.

"You know, this is highly illegal," she murmured. Jeez, where was that hand going?

Oh.

Wow.

"Most of what I do is highly illegal," he shot back.

She wasn't about to contend with that point, now, was she?

And there went the other hand...

Where did this man learn these techniques?

She gasped.

"Do you really have to do that?" she groaned, realising that the kiss she was waiting for still hadn't actually occurred yet. Mind you, she had her mind on...other...things...

"Yup," came the no-nonsense reply.

And then he kissed her.

"Stop blocking my view," she hissed, trying to squeeze between him and the doorframe. From their vantage point, they could see Teal'C was doing exactly the same as them, and he threw an acknowledging nod in their direction before turning back to watch the couple silhouetted in the window.

"You're small, you'll get there," came the reply, and Janet glared up at Daniel.

"I could send you back to bed for that. Doctor's orders."

He gave her a lopsided grin. "I may be tipsy, but at least I'm sober enough to know that tonight is the night I should be gaining a lot of money."

She narrowed her eyes at him, her sharp mind calculating the meaning of those words. "How much?"

"Um...I think Walter has that written down somewhere..."

Janet thought for a moment, and he winced, wondering if his ears would be able to take the verbal bashing that was apparently heading his way.

"Put me down for twenty, same bet as you."

It was certainly nothing like she had expected, but in hindsight, Jack O'Neill was certainly not a man who adhered to rules or tradition. There were no fireworks going off in her mind, no fiery passion (that came later) and yet there was nothing gentle about it.

Possessive, caring and loving were only a few words she could have used to describe it.

Obviously it was heightened by the hands that were suddenly everywhere on her body. Not that hers were holding back, mind you.

She pulled back breathless, as he administered light kisses to her neck, and wrapped her arms round him, relishing in the feeling of doing something 'illegal'.

"I've always wanted to do that..." he murmured, paying particular attention to a spot near her ear that seemed to produce giggles whenever he went near it.

"Ravish your second-in-command in the dark?"

He pulled back and looked into her eyes for a moment, grinning boyishly. "I would have said something else, but I can settle for ravish..."

As he pulled her in for another kiss, Sam's eyebrows weren't the only ones that had shot up.

Author's Note: This is an apology chapter for all of those who read this and had to wait patiently (or impatiently) for me to update. I'm still trying to figure out how to do the aftermath! So there should be one more after this.