Chapter 17: Murphy Strikes On Monday

Jack hated Mondays and this Monday was no different. The weekly staff meeting had included both Daniel and Sam. Apparently, the other scientists thought that the two members of SG-1 could keep Jack in check. They were wrong, but it didn't stop the geeks from blackmailing both of them into attending the meeting.

As a result, Jack had been too distracted by Sam to think straight. But he had managed to keep his dick in his pants… barely. But the overwhelming sense of sexual frustration had ended up causing Jack's gloomy silence and Sam's bitchiness. Jack didn't need to yell at the geeks, because Sam beat him to it… every single time.

Jack would have enjoyed it more if all his concentration wasn't focused on keeping his hands above the table. He so didn't want to get caught jerking off under the table during a staff meeting. And with the way Daniel had been staring in horrified fascination at the two of them, Jack was absolutely sure he would have been caught.

But, the good news was that his paperwork stack had jumped up in height. Jack was still debating why this was good news. But it did keep him out of the halls, and SSgt Zamora hadn't caught him jerking off under his desk… yet. So his office was still a safe haven.

Still, it was Monday and in the immortal words of Murphy's Law 'what can go wrong will go wrong.' So, Jack had spent the last twenty minutes staring at his little red pen in betrayal. He had paperwork. He had cleared his bladder less than an hour ago. He had no reason to leave the safety of his office… until his red pen had run out of ink. He couldn't make big red marks on the stack of reports without his little red buddy.

Of course, Jack could have sent SSgt Zamora to the supply closet, except he had let her go home early for some kind of parent-teacher thing. She would be back in morning and not a second sooner. God, he hated Mondays.

With a reluctant sigh, Jack tossed the empty pen into the trash. He braced himself for the short trip to the supply closet and only then did he open his door to peer out into the outer office.

He didn't see anyone.

Jack eased himself out of the door and repeated his actions at the hallway.

Clear.

Jack snuck down the hallway towards his objective. Each door was closed or the labs empty. No one in sight. He had only one obstacle left, Carter's lab.

Jack stopped just short of the doorway and did a quick peek.

Empty.

Jack let out a relieved breath and dashed across the doorway, just in case. He whipped open the supply closet door and rushed inside, quickly closing it and resting his forehead against the door.

Safe.

Jack stayed there for a moment, letting his heart rate ease back down. Finally, he turned and froze at the sight of Sam not one foot away with a box of pencils in hand.

Sam was flushed and panting and frozen in shock. Her wide eyes were devouring him. And then he caught her scent and his control snapped.

Jack closed the distance and they kissed, devouring each other, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. Her hands ripped open his shirt sending buttons flying. His hands yanked at her shirt, pulling it out of her pants, exposing her bra and acres of soft creamy skin. Sam succeeded in pushing his pants down and grabbing his cock, squeezing and stroking him. He returned the favor and pinched and pulled on her clit ring.

Suddenly, Sam pulled away and bent over the stacked paper boxes, pants pushed down her thighs. Jack paused only long enough to register her breathy, "Fuck me," before moving behind her.

Jack slammed into Sam in one powerful thrust and moaned at the tight feeling of her surrounding flesh. Then he was lost in the frantic coupling. He fucked her hard and fast. He was desperate with need and she was only too willing as she encouraged him to move harder and faster. He felt her release as she squeezed his cock and screamed behind clenched teeth, and it pushed him over the edge. He shot his load deep inside her, marking her as his.

They collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor, desperately sucking in air. Trying to reboot their minds and calm their bodies.

As Jack's mind cleared he finally asked, "What just happened?"

Sam smirked as she looked up from her place on his chest, "I believe the term used is 'quickie.'"

Jack gave her a disapproving look, "I meant, why did it happen… now… here?"

Sam's smirk faded and she gave a resigned sigh, "I don't know. I just… never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Really?" Jack asked, hurt.

"Yeah, really." Sam stood up and started to straighten out her uniform.

Jack slowly copied her actions and tried to make his uniform presentable, only to find that he had no shirt buttons. He gave a tired moan, and sat on one of the boxes, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Sam asked as she smoothed out her clothing.

"For being a neanderthal who couldn't control his urges… For avoiding you all last week… in general, for being an ass," Jack stated quietly.

Sam sat next to him and gently took his hand in hers. She gave him a shy smile, "Then, I guess, I'm sorry as well."

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Jack asked confused.

Sam laughed, "Pretty much the same things. I've been alternating between avoiding you and stalking you."

"Really?" Jack asked, a smile teasing his lips.

"Oh yeah," Sam replied.

"Good," Jack smiled. "I don't feel so bad about blowing up Felger's lab then."

"You didn't?" Sam asked with a shocked grin, stifling a giggle.

"Yup. I needed a diversion," Jack stated.

They sat quietly for a few moments, simply enjoying the good company and the simple touch of their hands.

Reluctantly, Sam stood up and released Jack's hand. She slowly gathered her pencils, before turning back to him with a smile, "I'd better get back to work." She gave him a brilliant smile, and headed for the door. She stopped, hand on the handle, and turned back to him, "Thanks."

Jack gave her a huge grin in return, "You're welcome."

Sam nodded once and then hurried out the door.

Jack took in a deep contented breath. He could still smell her… and sex… and, God, he loved that smell. He chuckled and decided that this is the best he had felt since this whole fiasco began. He looked down at his trashed uniform and decided that it was so worth it. Okay, maybe next time he would try to salvage the uniform. It's not like he kept spares around the base. At least, not blues.

Jack smiled and grabbed a box of red pens and headed back to his office. He stopped long enough to drop the box and then immediately left to change in the locker room. He was halfway out the mountain before a disturbing thought intruded.

Jack had just fucked Carter in the supply closet… During the day… In uniform… And they were both okay with it… better than okay… And why in the hell can I think clearly all of a sudden?

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