"Hey Carter," Jack says confused as to why she is in the locker room right now. He pulls a shirt out of his locker and puts it on. She's wearing a tank top again. It's not the shimmery dance number one that she was wearing when they first met, but it still does something to him. He wonders if she has any idea how much she affects him.
"I want you," she says.
Okay, so maybe the kids and Daniel and pretty much everything else on the planet has gotten in the way of their relationship getting carnal, but come on, they have only been dating for about two weeks. There is no reason for her to show up in the locker room and announce how badly she wants him. I mean, someone is bound to overhear. "Okay, later," he whispers.
"Now," she says pushing him up against the locker and kissing him. This kiss is way different form all of the other kisses he's had. The others were all full of emotions. This one is pure lust, pure desire, pure debauchery.
He shouldn't enjoy it as much as he does.
"Not like this," he says trying to push her away. She pulls away, he thinks she must have realized that they are in a public place. Any moment now her reason will be restored and she will feel all embarrassed. All bashful.
Instead, she slams him down on the bench.
He likes this violent of the action, and he never thought he had that particular kink inside of him. Yet his body is reacting, reaching for her. She is kissing him so hard his lips hurt, and he didn't even know such a thing was possible.
Then his mind reminds him where they are. It prods him with the knowledge that something must be wrong. She doesn't want anyone to know that they are dating. She can't possibly want to make-out in a public place. She hasn't even told Daniel they are together, and the two of them seem to be joined at the hip.
He's not jealous of their friendship though, he tells himself. She's allowed to have friends. She's allowed to have friends even though she spends way more time with them than she does with him.
He can't help but wonder if she would still be with him if she had met Daniel before she met him.
"Sam, this isn't right. Something is wrong," he says.
She pulls away, and her eyes are still unnaturally frenzied. Whatever alien influence or drug that is making her do this is still acting on her, but under all of that there is still a kind of grim sadness. The real her, under all of the madness, is actually getting hurt by him pulling away.
"Don't you want me?" she desperately pleas.
"Of course I do. When it's right," he promises her.
She stares at him with stricken scared little eyes that nearly break his heart, but she doesn't move. She's not getting off him, and the lust in his body is getting harder and harder to refuse.
He gently rolls her onto the floor, landing on top of her with a thud as their bodies fall of the bench. She grins at him, and whatever am remained in her eyes disappears. There is nothing there now apart from pure lust, and she is looking at him in a way that makes him want to comply with all her requests.
Instead, he uses every ounce of self-restraint he has to get up off the floor, and pull her to her feet. "I think it is time that you saw a doctor, Doctor," he quips.
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"What happened to you?" Daniel asks Jack.
"I got into a bit of a thing with Sam," Jack admits. He would really rather not think about what happened between them. There are more emotions going through his body right now that he has had in a long time. He's still too full of emotions. He tried to shut himself off to all of those emotions, and he does not like to feel how ineffective he was at it.
"Is she okay?" Daniel asks in concern pushing his glasses up his nose.
"What do you mean is she okay?" Jack asks taking a step forward in an effort to intimidate the man. All of the mysteries of the macho world are lost to Daniel and so he doesn't realize that right now he's under a sort of vague threat.
"I mean, is she okay? She's my friend. I care about her."
"She's not yours to care about," Jack says with unmistakable danger in her eyes.
"Look, you don't get to get all possessive of her. She's dating someone," Daniel says.
The drugs don't hide the hurt in Jack's eyes. He thought he would have known if things had gone that far south between them. They spent almost all of their time together, granted, usually they were spending time together at work, or time together with Daniel. Still, when would she have time to date someone else, and why wouldn't she have told him?
The wounded look in Jack's eyes make the puzzle pieces come together for Daniel. "You, she's dating you! I mean, she never said who, and I just assumed…" Jack's panic over the idea of Sam dating someone else doesn't really allow what Daniel is saying to reach his brain, but his angry jealous brain does somehow manage to process the next words, "She only told me she was dating someone, because she thought I was hitting on her, and…"
Daniel is prevented from finishing his sentence by Jack's fist making contact with his face. Some SF's come and break up the fight before Jack is able to do too much damage to Daniel.