Jack had just knocked out the marine who was about to do battle with Carter, and now he was faced with a very pissed off 2iC. The crowd had started to thin out, obviously upset by this turn of events. But soon their attention was drawn back to the two screaming people who stood facing each other in the pool of blue Jell-O.
"Sir, you had no right to do that! I don't need you or anyone else fighting my battles for me!" Sam yelled, her face beet red. Her friends had never seen her quite so angry before. Jack's over-protective reaction was also surprising them, although they thought this unusual situation could certainly be blamed for it.
"Sam, I'm only trying to protect you!" Jack yelled over the boos of the crowd, many of whom still wanted to see a wrestling match, not a yelling contest. And what they really didn't want to see was this older guy intent on ruining their good time.
"I don't need your protection, Sir!" she screamed back at him.
One of the loudest protesters let fly with a string of insults, the least of which was, "Why don't you let your daughter have a good time, you old fart!" Daniel cringed, praying that Jack would ignore the asshole, while Teal'c just blinked and Janet's face went white as a sheet. None of them wanted to see Jack get arrested for participating in a bar fight!
"If this is the way you conduct yourself in public, then I have to disagree, Captain!" Jack yelled, his face flushing dark red as his eyes wandered down her body. Her arms and legs were covered in a blue sheen, but the Jell-0 did nothing to cover her naked flesh, and it was all he could do not to jump her right there in front of everyone. The fact was he wasn't just worried about her getting hurt. What really bugged the hell out of him was that she was almost naked in front of hundreds of other men!
Sam saw the leering look Jack gave her, his eyes slowly raking over her body before coming to rest on her breasts. She also saw the telltale bulge in his pants, and her anger tripled. "You hypocritical, male chauvinist son of a bitch! You're just like all the rest, aren't you?! Why did I think you were any different?!" she cried, and then she took an unexpected swing at him, landing a sucker punch with her right fist...right on his nose!
"Nice one," he congratulated her as he gingerly felt his nose. His hand came away without blood on it, so he figured most likely it wasn't broken. It did hurt like hell though. "You wanna fight with a man, Sam? Okay, let's see what you've got!" Jack yelled at her, holding his hands out away from his body, as he moved sideways around the pool in a sort of crouching stance.
And then Jack lunged for her. Sam tried to dodge away from him, but wound up with his arms around her and his face pressed against her side as they fell into the blue, slippery mess beneath them. The patrons, most of whom had returned to the scene by now, let out a frenzied whoop as they watched the two Air Force officers wrestle around in the Jell-O, many thinking that this match had turned out to be way more interesting than the first one after all. The bartender knew a good match up when he saw one and returned to the pool, his whistle in his hand. And although he had seen these two in here on many occasions, he'd never seen them going at each other verbally as they just had...and certainly not as they were now! In his thirty-some years as a bartender, he had never seen a worse case of sexual tension!
Daniel, Teal'c and Janet looked on from their spot at the back of the room, as their two friends rolled around in the Jell-O, sometimes disappearing for several seconds beneath the surface of the blue stuff. The crowd roared each time Sam got the upper hand, her bare limbs wrapped around Jack's clothed ones. But soon she would disappear into the muck again, and Jack would be holding onto her for all his was worth, trying to keep her slippery body from getting away from him. He was fast discovering that Jell-O made holding onto naked flesh very difficult indeed.
"Do you think we should do something?" Daniel called out, his question directed to both his friends, although he really didn't expect an answer. Everyone in the place was into the match, even Teal'c and Janet.
"Are you kidding! I think this is just what those two need!" Janet yelled, trying to be heard above the din of the crowd. This time she was sitting on Daniel's shoulders, her straight skirt hiked up around her hips, as she hung onto his head with both hands. She screamed and pulled Daniel's hair, when she saw that Sam was on her face in the Jell-O and Jack was laying on top of her. Watching the Colonel slip and slide along Sam's backside, Janet couldn't help but wonder how much the man was getting out of this little exhibition. She had noticed his bulging pants when he'd first gotten into the pool, and it didn't take a medical professional to know a raging hard-on when she saw one!
"That's it, Colonel, you've got her! Whoohee!" Janet shouted, pounding her fist on the top of poor Daniel's head. He reached up and grabbed her hands to still them, but wound up holding on, their fingers laced together and squeezing. Janet, who was really feeling a sexual buzz by this time, bent down and kissed the handsome archaeologist on the top of his head, before giving her attention back to her two gooey friends. Daniel's smile grew even larger.
Jack, who had never felt this kind of rush before in his entire life, was in a sort of euphoria. He knew they were not alone, but for a moment he imagined they were. Sam struggled to get out from under him, and without thinking he secured her wrists above her head in his big hands, while his legs held hers in a scissors-like vice grip. Unbidden, his hips did a little pivot as they rocked forward and back. It seemed as though they lay there for an eternity, his erection pressing into her ass, while Jack's mind imagined he was holding her down on a bed and pounding into her from behind. A shrill noise suddenly pierced his daydream and he immediately stopped moving.
When the whistle blew, Jack quickly let go of her and managed to stand up, his athletic shoes giving him exactly the traction needed to rise without slipping. Just as Jack reached a hand down to help Sam up, he saw the tattoo of a yellow rose on the upper slope of one ass cheek, and the unexpected sight made him pause for just a second.
Sam, who was sputtering and choking, flipped over and saw his outstretched hand, but she slapped it away. Then she got up, slipping a few times until she managed to step out of the pool. Jack stepped out behind her and reached out to touch Sam's shoulder. She pulled away as though burnt, giving him a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone.
"Come on, Carter! No hard feelings!" he shouted, but Sam ignored him and kept on walking, her swaying ass and that damned tattoo mocking him as she went.
Jack just stood there for a few seconds and watched her go to the bar, where she picked up her towel and robe before walking out of sight, down the hallway. Meanwhile the crowd was clapping and cheering, and several people slapped Jack on the back as he stepped out of the pool. He shrugged them off with a wave of his hands and stomped off toward the back hallway, dripping Jell-O as he went. Jack felt chilled through and through except between his legs, where his groin felt like someone was holding a blow torch to his nuts. He knew that if he didn't get some relief soon, he was gonna explode, but first he had to find Sam! Figuring she had gone to get cleaned up, he tried the door to the ladies' room. Finding it unlocked, he opened it and stepped inside. There were two women inside washing their hands. They looked at him curiously.
"Sorry! I'm looking for Sam," he said without an explanation. One of them pointed.
"She went out the back," she said, and Jack did an about face and headed for the back door. The rear of the building faced the alley. Jack waited a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, before he began to head around the side of the building in the direction of the parking lot. He didn't get far however, before he heard the sound of water splashing, and the sound was coming from somewhere behind him.
His intuition made him turn around and walk quietly toward the sound. Just as he passed a large industrial-sized trash container that sat between O'Malley's and the building next door, he saw her, her blonde hair illuminated by the light of a single bulb above the door. Sam was standing in an alcove at the back door of the neighboring building. She had obviously found a faucet with a hose attached and was trying to remove some of the sticky blue film that coated her body, before getting into her car. Jack stepped back a foot or two, not wanting Sam to see him just yet. He knew that the two of them had some unfinished business, and that they'd have to talk about what had happened at some point, but currently he felt too angry to have a reasonable conversation with her. What he really wanted...what he really needed...was relief from the raging hard-on she'd given him.
From his vantage point, Jack watched as Sam untied the back of her bathing suit, letting the top hang from her neck as she scrubbed at her breasts with one hand. She had her back to him at first, but slowly she turned around and Jack got a good look at her bare breasts as the water sluiced over them. And that was all it took for his willpower to break in two. With a growl deep in his throat, Jack stalked the twenty feet to where she was standing. Upon seeing him, Sam dropped the hose and clapped her arms across her chest.
"Colonel! What are you..." she began, but her words were cut off by Jack's mouth coming down hard on hers. His arms encircled her body, pulling it hard into his, her arms trapped between them. Her words of protest were swallowed between his lips, as his tongue took the opportunity to ravage her mouth, plunging down her throat before sweeping over her palate and teeth like a flame licking at a burning building. The incendiary reaction he was engendering in her womb caused Sam to melt under him, as her arms fought to free themselves.
She could feel herself falling, and her arms instinctively slipped around his waist as she fought to hold on to some small modicum of control. One of Jack's big hands cupped the back of her head, while the other squeezed a firm yet soft globe of her ass. Taking over completely Jack walked forward, carrying her along like a rag doll, until he was pressing her body against the wall of the building. His fingers latched onto the elastic of her bathing suit bottom and he yanked it down hard, a grunt escaping his lips. His hand swept up her thigh, and then he palmed one firm ass cheek while his mouth blazed a trail of hot kisses down her jaw, her neck and finally to her breasts. Sam began to moan her approval as his thin lips latched onto one turgescent nipple. But then his teeth bit down hard enough to bruise.
"Damn you!" she yelped, but her voice was just a hoarse whisper, and it could not be heard by the bar patrons in O'Malley's parking lot.
Many were already calling it an evening, including Janet, Daniel and Teal'c who had to work the next day. When they saw that Jack's truck was still there, as well as Sam's car, they didn't know what to think. But figuring that the two had probably gone someplace to talk things out, and that they were old enough to take care of themselves, the three got into Daniel's car and drove off.
Meanwhile behind the building next door to O'Malley's Bar and Grill, Jack had Sam were about to scratch an itch that had been bothering them for many months, ever since they had first met. At first he had thought she was a stuck up, conceited bitch of a scientist who would ruin his team, and Sam had thought Jack was stupid, self-centered, and arrogant. But gradually each had begun to appreciate the other in ways that had surprised them. And even though neither one would admit it, given the regulations that forbid them having any kind of personal relationship, they both had a burning desire to fuck the other senseless, just to see if doing so would be as good as they thought it might be. And right now Jack's libido was urging him to hurry up and do it, before Sam had a chance to change her mind.
Jack took a chance and let her go, dropping down into a crouch as he pulled her swim suit bottom down her long legs. Sam's hand clung to his shoulders while she stepped out of it, and then she gasped as he buried his nose between her legs, inhaling the scent of her arousal as though she was a rose in a garden. Her hands flew to his silvered hair, tugging it between her fingers as Jack kissed his way up her mons and over her belly, before once again covering her lips with his.
"I've wanted to do this to you for so long," he admitted in a whispered voice, his hot breath caressing her face.
"I know. I've wanted you to," she admitted in return, as her hands went to the button and zipper of his pants. His clothes felt wet, cold and very uncomfortable against her skin. But once they'd managed to pull his pants and boxers out of the way and she was finally able to feel his erection, his flesh felt warm and oh, so inviting. Jack somehow managed to toe out of his shoes, and then he stepped out of his soiled pants and shorts. Sam's hands met his at the bottom of his t-shirt, and together they pulled upward until he was rid of it too. With one quick tug, he untied Sam's bathing suit top, and it dropped from her neck, leaving her as naked as he was.
Jack looked down at her and she at him, and they both grinned like kids in a candy store.
"You're really hot," he said. "So are you!" she responded.
"Sir, I suggest we hurry up. It's cold out here," Sam said with a shudder that reverberated throughout her body. Jack ran his hands up and down her backside and smiled, amazed that he was about to get something he'd wanted for quite some time.
"Never let it be said that I caused my 2iC to catch a chill, Captain," he said as he placed his hands under her butt and lifted her up. Sam's legs clutched at his waist, keeping her body elevated for his penetration. As she clung to his shoulders, he moved his hands...one to the back of her hip and the other to his cock. Holding himself firmly he brought the large purple head to her small opening, wetting it first with her juices before pushing into her. At first he pushed gently, but he didn't make any headway. Then he flexed his muscles and pushed harder. He felt just the head pop past her tight entrance, and that was when everything changed...for the worse.
"Ow! Sir!" she cried, her legs shaking as she tried to cling to him. Jack had heard the anxiety in her voice, and he was suddenly afraid to move.
"What? Do you want me to stop?" Jack asked, wondering if Sam was changing her mind. Maybe they should stop before this went any farther, he thought as he sucked in a breath of cold air. His nuts were beginning to feel like snowballs by now anyway!
"Uh, maybe we should, Sir. I'm sorry. It's just that I haven't done this in a while," she admitted, wondering why she was telling him something so potentially embarrassing. Would he wonder why it had been a while? Would he think no other man found her appealing enough to fuck her? Oh, my God...would he think she was a tease? After all, she could have told him to stop when he'd first approached her, but she hadn't.
"Okay," he said, pulling out. He set her down on her feet and quickly reached for his wet clothes. His erection, which had seemed so urgent a few seconds ago, was quickly shrinking in the cold night air. Jack stood there with his clothing clutched in front of him, watching as Sam went to the fence between the buildings.
"I'm sorry. I'm just so cold that I can't relax. Do you wanna come back to my place?" she asked him as she put on her terry cloth robe. It had been hanging on the chain link fence next to the trash dumpster. Her shoes and the towel she had brought with her were there too, and now she handed the large beach towel to Jack, who decided to wear it instead of his wet clothing. He'd just have to pray that he wouldn't get stopped by a cop on the way home, as his state of undress would take a lot of explaining.
"Okay. I'll follow you." He slipped on his shoes and watched while Sam stepped into hers. Then they walked quickly to their respective cars. Jack got into his truck and waited for her to start out. He drove along behind her old sedan, and in twenty minutes they were pulling up in front of her small bungalow.
At this point Sam was glad that it was so late, as it wasn't likely her nosy neighbor would see them at this hour. A man running up to her front door dressed only in a towel was just the kind of gossip her neighbor Mrs. Moffet would love to spread! Sam got out of her car and hurried to unlock her front door. But when she turned around, Jack still hadn't gotten out of his truck. Too shocked to move, Sam watched from her front door as Jack's truck slowly pulled away from the curb and headed off down the street.
"Well, damn! What's the matter with him?" she said aloud. Then she went inside and slammed the door shut. She was angry and frustrated, but more than anything she was disappointed.
TBC