Chapter 14: Afterwards

All four members of SG-1 stomped down the metal gate ramp.

"The mission was a success, Sir," O'Neill proudly reported.

"Good," Hammond replied. "Mission debriefing tomorrow at eleven-hundred-hours. Dismissed."

"Sooo, Jack," Daniel began on the way to the locker room, "You up for doing something tonight? Team night out?"

"Nope." he spoke tersely.

"Already have plans?"

O'Neill caught Carter's eye before she rounded the corner, her mind relaying her naked self, wet and ready for him.

"Plans – Yes! I've got plans, Daniel. Very… important plans ," he said with a huge smirk across his face.

Daniel understood and blushed. "Oh. I get it. Have a good time. Uh, just make sure you don't sleep in this time."

"Actually, I don't plan on sleeping at all."

Jack, are you coming or what?

In a minute, Sam. Just gotta get rid of Daniel.

Well, if you want me to get rid of that hard on which I KNOW you already have, then you better hurry up.

Now he blushed. Damn. He couldn't hide anything anymore. And now, he was standing in front of Daniel with his erection pushing forcefully against the seams of his pants. How awkward could this get?

"Uh, Jack, you might wanna, uh…" Daniel tried veering his eyes to the corridor walls. "Well, I've gotta be going to," he added and then hurried down the hall.

Finally.. O'Neill breathed out.

He headed for his locker, somewhat uncomfortably, until he sensed Carter thinking about his erection and how he could use it to satisfy her tonight. Knowing this, he began feeling quite proud of himself.

He met her at the elevator, and their eyes connected briefly before he glanced away.

Shy now, aren't we? she teased.

Hey, he defended. I'm just, you know, I'm just –

Hard.

I would say 'turned on'.

When they entered the elevator, Carter began picturing her hands against his chest, slowly moving down into his pants, seizing his cock, caressing him with her fingers…

Oh for crying out loud, Carter!

What?

We still have to pass through security. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be seen like this?

He stared down at his pants. Even his baggy shirt wasn't enough to conceal his obviously enlarged groin.

Carter giggled. We could always take care of that before we leave, Sir. She leaned into him, pushing her body against his, her tongue sliding into his mouth before he could even protest.

His hand fumbled along the elevator panel searching for the emergency stop. The elevator halted and his hands proceeded to frame her face as he sought to possess her mouth with his.

Carter he moaned her name as her hands unfastened his pants and set him free. You're so… soooo…. His hands instinctively responded by moving under her shirt, kneading her breasts.

"You're so hot, Carter."

"Only for you," she breathed into his neck before moving down to take him in her mouth.

"Ah Carter! You're amazing."

…

"Colonel, O'Neill?" the intercom projected. "Is everything all right in there?"

Crap! Not again! O'Neill cleared his throat. "Yes, airman. Just, uh, tying my shoes, that's all."

What a stupid answer! he kicked himself. Why couldn't you come up with a better answer than that? But the feel of her mouth sucking him provided the answer.

The two airman in the surveillance room smirked at each other, while the one handed over a $20 bill. "Shall we have someone re-activate the elevator, Sir?"

"Nah, I'll do it," he spoke, trying to sound as natural as possible given the circumstances. Carter's tongue was now swirling around the tip of his cock, and he swore his eyes rolled right back into his head when she dipped her tongue into the small opening.

Carter…. Sam! he pleaded. As much as I don't want you to stop, can we please continue this after we get to the surface?

She sat up, and licked her lips so provocatively before him.

You're killing me, Carter!

I know, she smirked back at him and began fixing her clothes.

He did the same, having a difficult time getting himself to fit back into his pants.

"Sir, allow me," she suggested, reaching to help him.

"Oh, no you don't!" he turned away. "You're the reason why it doesn't fit in the first place!"

Carter giggled as she watched him struggle to finish, and then he pushed the button to release the emergency brake.

He stared, looking at her, half embarrassed, and yet completely turned on. And she knew it. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She had been toying with him ever since they were re-connected with the crystal device last month. He had to sit uncomfortably through many briefings because she was sending him thoughts about having sex on the briefing room table, or in a supply room, or in the showers after a mission. She was sooo enjoying tormenting him like this.

They stepped out of the first elevator and proceeded to the second which would take them to the surface.

And of course, she was doing it again. His body responded to every sex-filled thought she had, and he knew he had to get to the surface quickly so he could get relief.

He stared at the panel in front of him. "Is there a hurry button? There's gotta be a hurry button somewhere!"

"We're almost there. What's the matter?"

"You know very well, Carter! … Wait a minute," he had a thought. "Two can play this game!"

Immediately O'Neill began his own little fantasies. His hands groped her, his fingers released the snap of her bra, and his mouth trailed down her body. He entered her as she lay spread out, naked on briefing room table –

"Sir!" Carter exclaimed.

A little aroused, are we, Sam? A little wet too, I see, he thought smugly with a pleased smile on his face. Now why hadn't he thought of this before?

The doors opened to the surface and they both exited, with flushed cheeks.

"Your place or mine?" he questioned.

What makes you think you can last that long? she asked wryly, batting her eyes at him as she continued her fantasy where she left off.

O'Neill groaned as he felt her mind envision her hands sliding over his bare ass before returning to grip his cock.

"Truck!" he almost shouted.