WARNING: R rated chapter ahead
Chapter 10. Fair Game
"Hey, are you busy? I was going to see if you wanted to grab breakfast before the Secretary of Defence gets here. Apparently, there's some big speech happening. We have to be in the Gateroom at... hello? Earth to Daniel?"
Daniel had glanced up from his book when she had entered his office, but he now seemed frozen in place, the pen in his hand half raised. He snapped out of it when she called his name, pink blooming across his cheeks.
"Oh, s-sorry, I just – I've never, ah, seen you in, um, in..."
"Dress uniform?" She finished for him, a smirk pulling at her lips. He was so adorably flustered, and a terrible idea popped into Sam's mind. Reaching behind her, she subtly turned the lock on the door. Suddenly, she wasn't that hungry anymore.
She sauntered towards him, repressing the wolfish grin that threatened to crack across her face when his eyes fell to the swing of her hips, wrestling her expression instead into a more innocent look.
"Well, I haven't really had occasion to wear it recently." She paused next to him, close enough to see the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. She slid one of his textbooks out of the way and turned, pressing her palms against the desk as she hopped up onto it.
"We usually only wear it for very special people." She crossed one knee over the other and watched his eyes follow the hem of her skirt as it rode up her thighs.
He swallowed again, fumbling over his words and still clutching the pen in his hand. "O-oh, yeah. No, I get it... ceremonial o-occasions and...and, uh..." He finally dragged his eyes away from her bare legs and up to her face, catching the sly grin that cut across her lips. He huffed a laugh as he finally cottoned on, one corner of his mouth pulling up, caught on an invisible hook.
"Ah, I see. And, err, who would qualify as being special enough for such an honour?" He played along, his shoulders straightening.
"Well, let's see," she reversed her legs, uncrossing and recrossing and watching his eyes follow her movements, "there's the President," she counted off on her fingers, pursing her lips as if in thought, "the Vice President, the Secretary of Defence-"
"Any archaeologists on that list?" He interrupted, dragging the end of his pen along the outside of her knee and up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt a little higher.
"Hmm, I don't know, they would have to be a pretty special archaeologist." She smirked as he leant over her, his hands resting on the desk to either side of her, and the fabric of his shirt brushing against her knees.
"And what would make an archaeologist special?" She could feel his heat, smell his skin – old parchment and petrichor; elemental and electric. It made her pulse jump.
"Well, he'd have to be very good with his hands..." She purred, grinning up at him from beneath her lashes. "For the artifacts, of course." He hummed his agreement, dropping his pen and running a finger up the back of her crossed knee. The pen rolled off the desk and fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Oh Doctor, you dropped your pen." She slipped off the desk, forcing him to back up a step. Turning her back to him, she bent slowly and retrieved the pen from the floor, grinning when he groaned loudly behind her.
"God, Sam, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
She turned, her eyebrow raised, and glanced at his crotch pointedly. "I have an inkling, yes." She could already see the outline of him, straining against his dark blue slacks.
With a groan that was clearly his control snapping, he surged forward to kiss her, pushing her back against his desk, his hands sliding up her neck to tangle in her hair. His mouth was open and needy, and she teased him, pulling away when he tried to capture her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him before jerking out of his reach.
"Nngh, Sam..." He growled, his hand fisting in her hair.
"Ah-ah, that's Captain to you."
He hummed seductively, his eyes raking over her face and down her body. "My apologies, Captain. How may I be of service?" He murmured near her ear, gently taking the lobe and dragging it between his teeth. A small noise escaped her as he continued to nip down her throat, his fingers finding the edge of her skirt and bunching it up, his touch leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She placed her hands over his, halting his movements.
"Careful now, you'll put a wrinkle in my dress blues. If you want this off, you'll have to do it properly." She placed a hand on his firm chest, pushing him back slightly to give her enough room to turn around. She bent over the desk, pushing a stack of papers out of the way to lean on her elbows. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, "Help me with this zipper?"
Daniel exhaled a shaky breath that was almost a moan, his hands falling to her hips, kneading her backside. He pressed against her, his hardness digging into her rear, and unzipped the back of her skirt.
He tugged the tight skirt down over her legs, and fell to his knees with a strained sigh as her lacy, black panties were unveiled. As ordered, he carefully folded her skirt and placed it neatly on his chair behind him. He yanked his glasses off and threw them up on the desk. His hands kneaded their way up her legs, and she sucked in a sharp breath when his lips followed, trailing open-mouthed kisses up the back of her thigh and over the curve of her rear. She gasped when he pressed his tongue against her panties, a broken moan escaping her as he worked her through the thin material. His hands slid up the back of her thighs, fingers digging into the curve of her ass, then curled around the hem of the silky underwear, pulling them down to her knees.
He brought his mouth back to her centre and she cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as his tongue lathed against the sensitive bud. She felt his hands push on her ankles, parting her legs. She groaned when he removed his mouth from her, only to yelp when he bit into the soft flesh of her ass.
Daniel stood, curving his body over hers, his fingers inching under her shirt and tracing up her spine. "Can I assist you with anything else, Captain Carter?"
Sam hummed in thought, then pushed back into him, tearing a groan from his lips. "Yes, actually, now that you mention it."
Smirking, she turned to face him, leaning back against the desk and bringing her ankles together to allow her underwear to slide to the ground. She kicked them away with the toe of her heel. She studied him with hooded eyes, raking her gaze over his flushed face and the bulge in his trousers. His fingers twitched at his sides, either with the need to touch her or himself, she wasn't sure; but he was surely aching.
"Lose the shirt." Sam ordered, and he hastened to comply. "Wait," she decided, "leave the tie on."
Sam slowly popped the buttons on her blouse to reveal her matching lace bra, watching Daniel strip until he was bare-chested. She paused, making him wait as she admired the smooth expanse of naked skin; the silky striped material that hung between the defined curves of his chest, the way his muscles jumped as he twitched in anticipation.
Sam perched herself up on the desk; drawing her knees up, then parting her legs out wide, exposing herself to him. Daniel groaned loudly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He was almost panting with want. He took a step towards her, but she planted her black heel in his chest.
"Did you ask for permission, Doctor?" She purred, delighting in his agony.
Daniel whined in the back of his throat, his mouth pulled into a grimace. "Please, Captain Carter, may I?"
Sam bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hide her grin. She removed her heel from his chest, admiring the imprint it left in his skin, and drew her leg out to the side again, observing the way his breath stuttered. "You may."
Daniel slid between her legs, capturing her lips with his. His hands skimmed up her thighs, digging in to the join of her legs to her body. His thumb brushed over the delicate nucleus between her legs, and when she gasped, his tongue plundered her mouth.
Sam was done with this teasing game; her core ached with want, and her deft fingers made quick work of his belt, dropping it over the side of the desk and sliding his pants down over his hips. He grunted when she grasped his throbbing length and guided it to her entrance, but she was already so wet and ready that he really didn't need the help; he slipped straight into her, all the way to the hilt.
They cried out simultaneously; her nails digging into his biceps and his hands gripping her hips as neither of them dared to move. Daniel dropped his forehead to her shoulder, waiting until he could pull himself back from the edge.
"Nngh, fuck, Sam, look what you've done to me." He panted, his voice strained with need and desperation, and it sent a little thrill down Sam's spine to hear it.
She gasped when he moved again; her head tilted back as he thrust up into her, and a drawn-out moan managed to escape through her tightly clenched lips. She placed one hand behind her to brace herself, the other looping in his tie as he slipped his arms around her waist and began to pump into her.
His teeth scraped down her collarbone, his mouth following the slope of her breast until he found her pert nipple. He sucked at it through the thin lace, his spine curved, and she bit into his shoulder to stop herself from crying out.
He shifted, pulling her hips to the edge of the desk and leaning over her to brace his hands on either side. Her legs bent up under him, her shins tucked under his armpits as his hips snapped up into her, deeper, harder. Sam felt the coil in her belly pulling tighter as he slammed into her, the desk creaking slightly under their frenzied movements. She pulled on his tie, the knot tightening against his throat and he groaned.
"Fuck, Sam." His hips stuttered as her nails dug into his back, her toes curling behind his head.
"Almost." She breathed, a cry building in her throat, and he had to clamp his hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds.
"Captain Carter, please." He begged, and it undid her. She screamed into his palm, her walls clenching around him. She tugged on his tie and he removed his hand, and she managed to gasp out through the waves of her orgasm, "Ugn! Yes!"
Daniel groaned as he released himself into her, his neck straining against the tie. His hips slowed, pumping into her a few more times before he collapsed against her chest, knocking them both down onto the desk. He reached up to loosen the tie, gasping a little as he turned his face into the valley of her breasts.
Sam stroked her fingers through his hair soothingly, a satisfied smile pulling at her lips. Whoever said Daniel couldn't follow orders just didn't have the right incentive.
A knock at the door made them freeze, both heads swivelling in that direction.
"Daniel? You in there? We're gonna be late for this damn ceremony and I can't find Carter."
Daniel sat up, pulling out of her quickly and making her gasp. He yanked his pants back up as she buttoned her blouse.
"Uh, yeah Jack, just a sec."
He scooped his belt up off the floor, shoving it through the loops.
"Tissue!" She hissed, and he dived across the desk to throw one at her. They grinned at each other as they threw their clothes back on, the thrill of almost being caught making their hearts race.
Sam shimmied into her skirt and zipped it up, smoothing down her hair and making sure her cap was on straight. Daniel straightened his glasses and took a deep breath to calm his features.
Sam darted silently behind the door, her back pressed against the wall as Daniel opened it.
"Why is your door closed, anyway? It's always open."
"Uh, light-sensitive artifacts." Daniel lied quickly, ignoring Sam's grin.
"Oh, right. Anyway, let's get a move on. Carter's probably already there."
Daniel nodded, grabbing his sports coat from the hook on the wall. "By the way," he drawled, his mouth curving into a smirk, "I really like these dress uniforms."
"Yeah, not too shabby, eh?" She heard Jack say, but Daniel's gaze darted to her, sharing in her amusement and bold desire, before he flicked off the lights and closed the door behind him, leaving Sam to giggle into the dark.