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As always thank you so much guys for reading and reviewing this :-)

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This chapter is a bit of fluff I guess, so maybe there is some fluffy bunny Jack in here after all :-D

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Sam cursed her inability to breath underwater as she surfaced for air. The Colonel was still seated on the same rock looking back towards the little waterfall that fed into the opposite end of the pond. She took a deep breath and called out to him. "I'm going to swim over and have a look at it."

His eyes moved back to her. "Be careful," he called back. "And if there's a cave behind it don't go in there!"

She grinned. "Yes Colonel," she replied as she turned away from him.

His heart thudded at the memory of the last time he heard those words tumble from her lips. He watched her progress across the water, she was a strong swimmer.

Sam reached the waterfall and shivered, the water proving to be a bit colder over here. She swam to the side of it and put her hands on a shallow ledge in the rock that she found.

Jack watched as she hauled herself from the water to stand on what must have been a ledge next to the waterfall, and his jaw dropped. Literally. He'd caught glimpses of her here and there on other missions but...this was...just so...something else entirely...dripping wet, nearly naked Carter...

Then she moved to stick her head behind the curtain of water and his mind snapped back into Colonel mode. "Carter!" he yelled. "What the hell did I just tell you!?"

She turned to face him and his libidinous mind warred with his military brain.

"I was just having a look Sir," she called back. "But there is a really cool looking cave that seems to go quite a ways back."

"Oh yeah?" he asked suddenly intrigued by the idea of exploring an ancient cavern behind a waterfall.

She smiled at the change in his tone. "Yeah."

He refocused on her. "Well I don't think you'll be exploring anything dressed like that Captain," he pointed out. "Why don't we concentrate on one thing at a time?"

"Yes Sir," she called as she performed a pretty near perfect dive back into the water.

Jack kept watch as Carter finished bathing, turning away from her again as she emerged from the water.

Sam pulled her clean clothes from her pack, her cheeks flaming as she stripped off her underwear before quickly patting herself dry. "Okay Sir," she said as she pulled a fresh t-shirt over her head.

Jack turned back to see her fastening her BDU's and wished she had given it another few moments before she told him to turn around.

Sam sat on the rock he'd just vacated and concentrated on pulling on her clean socks, before she took great care in lacing her boots. Anything to distract her from the fact that he was about to strip in front of her.

He waited until she was fully dressed, ready to face a threat if need be, before he stood and started to take off his gear.

Sam Immediately realised her mistake when she looked out over the now still near edge of the pond. When their roles had been reversed she had been closest to the water and the Colonel had been facing the woods. This time she was facing the water and even though he was behind her, the glass like surface of this corner of the small lake reflected his image as if she were looking in a mirror.

She swallowed as she watched him unclip his P90 and place it on the rock just behind her before he removed his tac vest. Then he leant over to unfasten the thigh strap of his side arm before he unclipped his utility belt and placed it next to his P90.

She looked up and focussed on the rocks of the sheer cliff that bordered the other side of the pond thinking that she should say something to him. Tell him she could see him and suggest they trade places. Or she could just keep her eyes trained on the rocks and not on his reflection but she could still see his movement in her peripheral vision and found she didn't have the will power to keep her eyes turned away from him. Finally, for better or worse, decision made, she let her eyes settle on the waters surface.

He'd just removed his jacket and dropped it in a heap on the rock, much less careful with his clothes than he was with his weapons, then she heard the velcro straps of the fingerless gloves he wore rip open before he eased his hands out of them. She watched as he pulled the hem of his t-shirt free of his pants...

And then he stopped, looking up.

Ohgodohgodohgod...he knows...he's realised I'm watching him...

He looked around, scanning the area thoroughly. When he was satisfied that there was no new threat he pulled his cap from his head, roughly running his hand through his short hair before he dropped it and his sunglasses on top of his jacket.

Sam let out a breath as he continued to strip, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion. "Oh boy," she breathed as her eyes travelled over his tanned chest.

Jack looked up. "You say something Carter?"

Sam's eyes jerked up to the cliffs opposite. "No Sir."

Jack frowned slightly as he looked at her, and then he saw it...saw himself...perfectly reflected in the surface of the pond, and he realised that she'd been watching him all along. He looked down when he couldn't suppress the smirk at the thought that his very young, very hot 2IC had been watching him strip. He certainly didn't mind if she wanted to watch him, he'd spent nearly all his life being naked in front of other people, at school, playing hockey, and there was certainly no privacy once you joined the military which was something that had never bothered him. As long as it didn't bother her, and he was sure she would have said something if it did.

He took a breath and shook his head slightly as he bent down to unlace his boots.

When she let her eyes drop back to the surface of the pond the Colonel was just straightening up.

She swallowed as his long fingers moved to his belt buckle, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as his button popped open, her breathing may have even stopped momentarily as he slowly lowered his zipper.

Jack kept his eyes lowered as he lightly scratched at a spot just below his breastbone, before he slowly smoothed his hand down, over his abs, past his belly button through the sparse hairs below, then on, down lower still til his fingers moved under the open band of his pants. Then he slowly, slowly pushed his BDU's down over his hips so that hey pooled at his feet.

Sam's heart thudded in her chest as she stared at her commanding officer standing before her...behind her...just...standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs...

He rubbed a hand across the band of his boxers and...did she actually moan?

"See anything you like Carter?" he asked.

Her mouth gaped, her eyes goggled and her skin turned a rather attractive shade of scarlet.

What are you doing!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? she screamed at herself. Say something! Stop staring at him and say something! Your CO just asked you if you see anything you like while he's standing there in his underwear...and your still staring at him...

The words 'Alien Influence' were about to burst out of her mouth as if they were at some kind of...strip bingo game...

"Carter...did you see anything interesting when you stuck your head exactly where I told you not to?" he clarified. "Secret alien weapons? Cool space doohickeys...cave paintings?"

Her eyes dropped and she stared at her hands where they lay on her knees. Cave paintings? He's standing there in his underwear...and he's asking me about fucking cave paintings!?

When she still didn't answer, without thinking he stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Carter," he said giving her a slight shake.

At the contact she looked up at him. And then her eyes began a slow slide down over his torso to land on...well him...right there in front of her face, and she knew that the pulse point in his neck would not be the only one she dreamt about from now on. She let out a strangled sort of groan at the thought and he jerked away from her.

"Oh shit Carter," he said as he moved away. "I'm sorry...I..."

"Alien influence!" she all but shrieked.

He screwed up his face. "Huh?"

"Get in the water Sir!"

"Carter, what..."

"Either get in the god damned water or put your damned clothes back on!"

He raised his eyebrows at her, but she stubbornly refused to add the 'Sir' at the end. And under the circumstances she thought she was fully justified. She waited patiently for the tirade to come, but he just stood there looking at her.

"Yes Ma'am," he said finally with a smirk as he dove into the water.

Sam was looking at the rippling water when he surfaced right in front of her shaking his head like some...incredibly sexy dog. She frowned. Was that weird?

He stayed in that one spot grinning at her. "Better?" he asked.

She put her sunglasses on and studied him for a moment. Oh yeah, a dripping wet Colonel grinning at me...that's so much better. She watched as water drops dripped off his eyelashes...then gave herself a mental shove...

"Thank you Sir," she replied.

When he continued to just tread water and grin at her she rolled her eyes. "What?" she asked when she couldn't stand it anymore.

He raised his eyebrows at her.

Another eye roll. "What? Sir."

"I was just thinking...you're kinda cute when your flustered..."

Jack could see the pink tinge to her ears and cheeks at his comment and he liked it. "And..."

"And?" she croaked.

"And I was also just thinking that it's kinda sexy when you order me around..." Then he turned and swam off towards the other side of the pond.

Holy Hannah!

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A/N

Hope you enjoyed this :-)

These last two chapters have been pretty light, but I have two more planned and you should prepare for things to get a little darker again, but no abuse of power warnings will be necessary :-)