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Thanks for all the reviews for the first chapter of this. I really appreciate the feedback :-)

And just to reiterate a few things that I warned about at the start of the first chapter:

- this is OOC on many levels

- Jack is not a fluffy bunny in this

if you didn't like the way Jack acted in chapter one then you may not want to read this chapter, though if you do it may explain some things, so I'll leave it up to you :-)

warning for increased sexual content, but it is an M rated fic ;-

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They were back at the SGC after having returned from the mission. Sam was in the locker room and she looked around wondering why most of the lights were out. Opening her locker she took off her BDU shirt and was just about to strip off her tank top when she caught movement in the shadows off to her right hand side.

"Captain," he said when he knew that she'd noticed him.

"Colonel..." He moved over to her leaning his shoulder against the locker next to hers.

"I've been thinking about our little...talk..."

"Yes Sir?" she mumbled.

"There's one more thing I need to know," he said, his voice low.

She sighed. "What's that? Sir..."

He leaned in closer. "What are you thinking now?"

Her eyes immediately dropped to where his left hand rested on his belt buckle, his thumb hooked over his belt.

Jack moved his hand up to cup her cheek his thumb brushing lightly across her lips. "That's what I thought..."

Her eyes settled on that spot at the base of his throat. She could see the flicker of his pulse there and it made her itch. Her eyes flicked briefly to his before she moved into him. She felt more than heard the growl deep in his throat as she placed her lips against his skin.

He moved his hand into her hair. Tangling his fingers in the blond strands he pulled her head back, his other hand moving to mirror the original position of the first. He drew his thumb across her lips once more, harder this time so that her lips parted slightly with the movement.

Sam let out a breath her eyes locking onto his as her tongue flicked out to glance across the pad of his thumb before taking it between her teeth. His expression darkened, his hand tightening in her hair.

"Tell me again Captain," he growled.

Sam never took her eyes from his. "I want you to fuck me Colonel..."

The words had barely left her mouth before she was slammed back against her locker his body pressing hard into hers. His lips crashed onto hers but it was her tongue that sought his. His mouth moved to the base of her throat as his hand went to her belt tugging roughly at the buckle.

Sam dragged his shirt over his head running her hands down the smooth expanse of his chest.

When his mouth reached the collar of her tank top Jack grabbed the hem of it and yanked it off in one smooth motion, his hands immediately going back to flick open the button of her BDU's before slowly lowering the zipper.

When his hand moved into her pants, those long fingers stroking oh so slowly, Sam's head fell back against the locker a low moan escaping her lips. She felt the Colonels hardness press into her hip and her hands immediately moved to the clasp of his belt. As she jerked his zipper down he pushed her BDU's and her underwear down her thighs...

Sam jolted awake, her breathing a shallow pant, an intense throbbing low in her belly. It took her a moment to focus and realise where she was...in a tent on P3X-549. Her head fall back against her bedroll and she let out a shaky breath, not believing she'd had another one of those dreams about her commanding officer, and here of all places! At least if she were at home she could do something about the slickness between her thighs, and the dull throbbing ache that always accompanied it, though that only ever gave her a small measure of relief. She glanced to her side and knew the only thing that could really make it go away was sleeping less than three feet from her. She swallowed as she thought about the few times that she'd been desperate enough to...help herself in her quarters on base, but she'd never done it off-world! She shifted slightly and cast another quick glance at the Colonel. She couldn't! Could she?

She watched him sleep for a few minutes. He was laying on his back, his right hand resting low on his stomach, his left laying next to the side closest to her. Her eyes travelled up his chest clad only in his black t-shirt and stopped at the pulse point on his throat. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, her desire to place her mouth on that spot not just something that haunted her dreams. Watching him sleep was doing nothing to calm her need, but at least she was sure he was asleep.

Sam lay flat on her bedroll and looked up at the roof of the tent. Casting one more quick glance in his direction she moved her hands to undo the clasp of her belt. Making no sound she opened her pants and shifted her hips as she slipped her hand down.

Jack never slept soundly anywhere, courtesy of too many years in black-ops, but when they were off-world any unexpected sound no matter how minute would wake him. He kept his breathing deep and slow, his eyes closed as his brain tried to decipher what it was hearing. Slowly he opened his eyes, his head turning slightly to his left to see Carter...

He struggled to keep in the groan that threatened as he processed what he was seeing. And he was seeing Carter...he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It's a dream, he reasoned. It's a dream and you're going to Air Force hell for dreaming about your 2IC...doing that...

He opened his eyes and glanced her way again. Nope, not a dream...

He watched, transfixed as her hands moved over her body. He could feel himself responding to her and knew in his current position it would very soon become apparent that he was no longer asleep.

He didn't want to disturb her, but only because he didn't want to embarrass her, not because he didn't want her to stop. At least that's what he told himself. He thought with all his years of training he should be able to roll over onto his side without her notiicing and he knew he really should roll onto his right side, away from her. Just as he was about to do the noble thing she moaned, just the softest of breaths, but it wasn't just a moan.

I did not just hear that...right? he asked himself as he stared at her.

As her hand moved Sam's mind went back to where her dream had left off, though now the Colonel had her pressed up against the warm slippery wall of the showers, pants around her ankles, hot steam rising up around them as he slipped inside her...

Sam was getting close and as her dream Colonel moved his lips to her ear his words had her at the edge.

"Do you like me fucking you Captain?"

"Yes Colonel..." she breathed.

Oh hell no! He moved slowly, quietly, so he was facing her. He watched her hips arch up as she brought herself to the brink and he didn't just think, he knew he'd never been more turned on. He watched as she collapsed back on her bedroll, spent, her skin glistening from the effort of keeping her exertions silent. His eyes followed her hand as she brought it up to rest on her her stomach before she wiped her fingers on her tank top. He bit down on his tongue, so strong was the urge to reach out and grab her hand and bring it to his mouth. He longed, he ached to taste her, to bury his head where her hand had just been, and then bury himself there making her come with a scream next time instead of a whimper. He let his eyes close to barely a slit as she turned towards him, the surprise on her face when she saw that he was now facing her evident. She studied him for a moment assuring herself that he was still asleep.

Sam heard the flap of the tent rustle and saw Daniels head appear in the opening.

"Sam," he called softly.

"I'll be there in a sec Daniel," she whispered back. Quickly she pulled on a fresh tank top and grabbed the rest of her gear as quietly as she could so she could start her watch.

When he heard the tent flap close behind her Jack rolled onto his back, his hands coming up to scrub over his face. He took a deep breath still not quite able to believe what he'd just witnessed...his second in command getting herself off while she was thinking about him! He closed his eyes and found it too easy to bring forth the image of her - back arched, lips parted - as he reached for his belt.

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A/N

Well I hope that explained some things :-) I couldn't say much to begin with because I didn't want to ruin the surprise :-) though I thought I did throw in some hints in chapter one that it was a dream. Such as Sam forgetting the designation of the planet - now that's more OOC than anything else in the story LOL!

This was going to be the end of this story as it was only ever supposed to be a quick two parter, but I think there may be a chapter three coming just to appease TamaraJagellovsk