Chapter 14: A Breakfast Display

After saying good-bye to her father, Sam wandered into the commissary for breakfast. She hadn't been prepared for her first sight of Jack. She just froze as she saw him casually talking to Daniel and Teal'c. Sam sucked in a deep breath. Oh God. She had forgotten how good he looked in blues. His light blue shirt neatly exposing his lean waist and broad shoulders, contrasting nicely with his tanned skin.

"Are you alright ma'am?" a voice asked at her elbow.

Sam tore her eyes away from Jack and fell on the concerned face of MSgt Siler. Breathe, Sam. Breathe. "Yeah… just… dizzy. I'll be fine once I eat."

"Alright, ma'am. Just take it easy. We just got you back," Siler stated with a small smile.

"Thanks," Sam replied. She cautiously made her way to the counter and quickly piled her breakfast on her try. She avoided looking at her destination. She didn't even see him again, until she realized that she would have to sit directly opposite from him.

Sam started breathing heavy at the thought of looking deep into his eyes. "Morning," she greeted the table. See! She could do calm.

"Welcome back , Sam," Daniel greeted enthusiastically.

"Indeed, Major Carter. It is a pleasure to see you once again," Teal'c added.

"Thanks, guys," Sam replied. She risked a quick glance at Jack only to see him watching her intensely. "So… How have things been here?" she asked focusing on her food. But looking at the breakfast items on her tray she was struck with a perverse idea. If he wants to watch, let's give him a show.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sam knew she shouldn't. She knew that Daniel and Teal'c were sitting right next to them, but she didn't care. She had been fighting the memories and herself for a week and all she had accomplished was a spectacular hangover and a big fight with her dad.

If you can't beat them, join them. Sam opened her yogurt, dipped out a spoonful, and proceeded to seductively flick out her tongue to taste it. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly in appreciation and then slowly licked the spoon clean. She repeated her action with the next spoonful and the next until the small cup was empty.

Sam gave a soft, disappointed sigh and moved on to her bagel. She spread the cream cheese over the bread and then licked and sucked the table knife clean. At this point, Daniel started talking, but she couldn't hear a word because her focus was completely on her bagel, carefully nibbling on the edge and licking the cream from her lips.

Once the bagel was gone, Sam hesitated for a second before picking up the banana. This could go really bad. Or really good. Then she heard his breathing hitch as she slowly peeled it. Oh yeah, so very good. She held the naked fruit in front of her, mouth open and slowly inserted a good size bite. She sucked, just enough for her cheeks to collapse, before taking a slow bite and letting out a soft moan.

And then Daniel's voice intruded and Sam flushed in embarrassment, "Tell him he just can't do that, Sam."

Sam froze. What the hell was he talking about? "What?" she asked tentatively.

"Haven't you been listening? Tell Jack that he just can't say things like that." Daniel replied.

O-kay… She shrugged, like it really mattered what Jack said to whomever. Jack would say whatever he liked regardless of her opinion. But what the hell, it couldn't hurt. "Play nice, Sir," she purred. She looked at him for the first time since she started her little show.

Jack was frozen. His eyes were wide and his mouth slack in shock.

Oh yeah, Sam so owned his ass. "I'll see you guys later," she said rising with a stretch.

"Huh, she was awful quiet this morning," Daniel observed as she walked away. "I hope she's doing okay."

Sam made it out into the hallway before her brain kicked in. Oh. My. God. She grabbed the wall for support. What the fuck was I thinking? What the hell is wrong with me? She pushed herself off the wall and hurried to her lab. She quickly started up her computer and began scanning her emails. She needed something to distract her. She needed to forget about him.

Jack couldn't want Sam now. Not after her little display. Could I have been more pathetic? Maybe if I just humped his leg he would have gotten a clearer picture of what I wanted.

"Fuck!" Sam grabbed a little snow globe next to her computer and threw it against the wall. She dropped her head into her arms. Great first day back.

"Um… should I just come back later?" a quiet voice intruded into her misery. She glanced up to see Chloe, Dr Felger's assistant, standing in the doorway.

"No. I'm just not having a good day so far," Sam replied with a hesitant smile.

"Oh, the Colonel got to you already?" Chloe asked in concern.

Oh please, God, don't let me be that transparent, "No." Liar, liar, pants on fire, Sam's little voice chanted.

"Oh, that's good. He really gave it to the rest of us yesterday," Chloe stated.

Instant rage flashed through her mind. Sam wanted to scream at the little assuming woman that Jack was hers and to stay the hell away. But her anger froze her voice and the words were locked in her throat.

"In fact, that's why I'm here," Chloe continued, oblivious to Sam's internal thoughts. "Jay needs some help with the chemical composition for the vest inserts. The carbon polymers are just not holding up to the plasma blast like we thought. We would appreciate it if you could take a look at our formulas… make sure we didn't miss anything important."

Sam's anger washed away almost as quickly as it had come. Her anger changed to shame and guilt. She could have hurt Chloe… She liked Chloe. Chloe was the only reason Jay Felger hadn't blown himself up in the lab. She loved Jay. So why had Sam been so jealous of her?

"Sure. Just send me the data and I'll take a look at it first thing," Sam replied absently.

Chloe ran forward and gave her a quick hug, "Thank you so much. You're a life saver, Sam."

Sam watched her leave and gave herself a moment to wallow in her guilt. What the hell is wrong with me?

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