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"Why? I mean no!" He corrected himself quickly, gathering all his will not to give into her advances. Managing to push her away slightly, he took in her unusually disheveled appearance. Her short blond hair was sticking into every direction and her pupils were frighteningly big, while she clawed at him, aggressively trying to make him hers. "Carter, this is a little out of line, don't you think?" Again, he tried to reason with her, but for all his effort he just got thrown onto the bench.
With unbelievable strength she jumped on him and pressed him against the hard metal surface. He winced in pain.
"Want me?" She kissed him again, her dog tags dangling in his face between her advances.
He felt his body betraying his obvious arousal and felt her smiling into the kiss. What was going on?
"No. No, not like this, for crying out loud." He pushed her away again, this time with more strength before. He tried to be careful not to hurt her, but this had to stop right now. She was not herself and if he was not able to stop her, even if they get out of this mess, their relationship would be ruined beyond repair. "Carter! What's gotten into you?" He yelled, as she brought her head down again, with the purpose of smashing her lips against his. He needed to stop this right now! Acting on reflex, he rolled them over and watched her land onto the ground with a loud hiss. He hurt her, especially since he also landed on her like that. "It's about time you saw a doctor, Doctor." He said, not waiting if she calmed down.
It became increasingly clear it was only getting worse, but that was the only thing he could think. Otherwise his brain was unusually hazy. It took him too much effort to focus on anything else but restraining her. Pulling her up, he gave her a chance to fight back again, which unsurprisingly she took. She snaked her arms over his, hugging him tightly, and so effectively trapping his hands against her hips. He couldn't believe he had allowed that. What a beginner's mistake! What was up with him?
The exquisite taste of her lips distracted him from thinking any further down that path. A moan escaped his lips, and it echoed loudly in the room – and it his head. He was losing control of the situation. There was something wrong with Carter, she would never do this otherwise. He wasn't a good catch. And he was painfully aware how many people on the base were desperately in love with Carter. And of course everyone loved her, she was brilliant, kind and just adorable in every way. And that was on top of being kickass soldier, brave and loyal 2IC. If everything was fine, he would never know how she tasted.
But, god! The taste of her lips was driving him crazy. He felt like he couldn't concentrate on anything else but her. The way she embraced him, it felt like they belonged together. She backed him up against the wall, keeping her hands on his wrists. She didn't have to anymore. He was far too gone to launch any kind of protest. She was scantily clothed to begin with and the material of her tank top was so thin her could basically feel everything anyway. She wasn't kidding, she really wanted this. And if she insisted so much, who was he to question his brilliant Carter?