A/N: Warning: Explicit sexual content continues...

She let out a surprised squeak as he grabbed her ass and picked her up, setting her on the desk. Stepping in between her thighs, his wicked chuckle rumbled through the air between them as he swept up her neck and pulled her mouth to his.

"Mmm, no underwear." He murmured against her lips as the pads of his fingers drifted down and confirmed the fact easily. Her moan was swallowed as her hands slid down his damp chest, to his rippled stomach. When she landed on his hard length through the towel, he groaned and they separated.

With a big grin and a quirk of an eyebrow, she took ahold of the edge of the towel and yanked it off; humming at the sight of him, thick, hard and heavy, the broad tip staring at her, already glistening with anticipation.

When she reached for it like a found treasure, he grabbed her wrist to still her.

His finger came up along with a wry smile, "Ah, ah! Nope, it's my turn." There was no mistaking his intentions as he licked his lips and placed his hand on the back of her neck, laying her down flat.

She groaned and squirmed, feeling her body already reacting to what he had in mind. The desk was barely wide enough, but when he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs and pulled her ass to the edge, the other rounded edge supported her neck comfortably.

His eyes lit up as he spotted the desk chair and pulled it over. "Nice."

Sam blushed, pulling her lip between her teeth as he made a show of getting comfortable. She heard a low groan as he draped her legs over his shoulders one at a time and leaned in. Kissing his way in from her inner thighs slowly as he looked at her, he ghosted his fingertips down the smooth skin, before settling his hands on either side of her slit and using his thumbs to spread her lips. She glanced up, letting out a small whimper as she felt his warm breath against her. He raised an eyebrow teasingly and leaned in, "Mmm."

Her nervous laugh turned into a sharp gasp as he dragged his flattened tongue up the full length of her, from the base of her entrance to her clit. Slurping her nub with a hungry grunt and swallowing.

Sam's face pinched with pleasure as she groaned, her head rolling to the side. "God, you're so good at that." A low chuckle followed as he did it again and again, the long continuous strokes of his tongue running deep along her pink flesh, with the occasion swallow being the only interruption.

"Jack." She breathed as he rolled his tongue in slow circles around her clit.

When he pulled her swollen nub into his mouth and sucked on it hard, she arched her back off the desk with a soft cry. He grunted, tugging on it with his lips before releasing it with a pop. "Goddamn, I can't get over how good you taste."

He drove his tongue back down into her depths, flicking and probing her entrance before pushing through.

"Oh…my...god" Sam breathed as she threw her head back; the momentum making her slide up and away from his mouth on the waxed surface. Not about to let her get away, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her back down onto his waiting tongue. She cried out as he held her tight against his mouth, plunging his tongue into her over the over again as his swept his thumb over her silky clit with blinding speed. Her fingers were in his hair, grasping and pulling as she neared.

He stood up, pulling her thighs with him as he thrusted downward. The deeper angle was all it took to send her into a free fall, and with a ragged gasp… she came apart. Her thighs shook hard as her walls fluttered around his tongue, the loud shaky moan he had been waiting for filling the room. He groaned, pulling his tongue out and sliding his thumb away to flick and suck her clit, forcing another gasp and groan out of her as he ground his mouth against her. Within seconds she felt herself falling again and whimpered as her body tremored through it.

Once the quivering subsided, he lowered her down, lapping at her release greedily before swiping his face with his forearm and flashing a big dimply grin.

Sam was still in the clouds as he looked down at her, chuckling at her lazy smile. He leaned over her and kissed around her navel. "Every…single…day."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Holy Hannah, I'd never leave the house."

"Hmm, that's a thought." His smile transformed into a lusty pursing of his lips he brought her bent knees up and pushed her thighs down towards her to open her up wide to him. She held the position easily as he guided himself to her entrance, he paused when her felt her tense slightly.

He laid his hands on her stomach questioningly. "You okay?"

She gave him a small smile, "Just a bit sore from last night…I'm fine."

Jack took a small step back, trying to push away the twinge of guilt creeping in. He shook his head, his voice soft. "Sam..."

She reached out in the air to him, realizing how it must have sounded. "No, no…I want to. Really. I want to feel you inside me. Please?"

He searched her eyes, "Not if it's going to hurt you..."

She sat up and put her arms around his waist, pulling him to her as she glanced up at him. "It won't. It's just a little tender. If you go slow I'll be fine." Her fingertips grazed up the underside of his shaft making him twitch and stifle a groan. "I want this. I want you."

He held her gaze, doubt still lingering. "Are you sure?"

She flashed him an encouraging grin and laid back down, "Absolutely."

Guiding himself back to her entrance, he braced himself there as he looked at her, his face etched with care. "If it hurts at all, you need to tell me...okay?"

When she nodded, he held her gaze, "Promise me."

"I promise."

Starting at her ankles, he splayed his hands and glided them slowly over the length of her long legs, curving up her thighs and over her toned stomach. As his hands covered her breasts firmly, he sighed, feeling their weight as palmed them, squeezing and kneading them until she closed her eyes with a moan.

He watched her face closely as he pushed his head in slowly. His body shuddered and he groaned, as he felt little sparks of heat lick through his groin. Her swollen passage had made her unbelievably tight, and his eyes narrowed as he struggled to go slow.

He eased in slowly, pulling back every so often before drifting in further until he was fully seated. He stopped and groaned as she clenched around him, letting a wave of liquid heat wash over him as he bent over at the waist and took a nipple into his mouth. Her fingers feathered through his damp hair as he sucked and flicked his tongue against the tight peak, pulling a gasped moan from her easily.

His mouth switched to her other nipple as he started rolling his hips slowly, creating a long smooth wave as he floated in and out of her. She moaned at the sensation and he glanced up, his voice muffled as he talked around her tight bud. "Okay?"

Her mouth gaped opened as she closed her eyes, "God yes…don't stop, that feels amazing."

Pulling his mouth away from her nipple with a groan, he braced his hands on either side of her and closed his eyes to concentrate on the movement. She watched his spine undulate and found herself mesmerized by the gentle ebb and flow of his body as it curved fluidly in front of her. She felt the prickling heat build as she leaned up on her forearm and grazed her fingertips through the short hairs on the back of his neck. He opened his eyes as she kissed him, her tongue slipping through to find his; his moan vibrating their lips before she pulled away.

She rested her mouth next to his ear, "It feels so good when you take me slow like this."

He groaned as she tilted her hips slightly to meet him at the end of each roll.

"I love how big you are. How you stretch me…fill me."

His eyes slammed shut, exhaling shakily. "God Sam…"

Every wave had him sliding against her bundle of nerves, and she could feel her walls starting to flutter.

She gasped softly. "You can feel it can't you? How close I'm getting…"

He nodded and she felt his uneven breath against her ear.

She clenched around him and whispered in his ear. "You take such good care of me."

He groaned, his face pinching.

"Are you close Jack?"

"Yes." He hissed.

"I want to feel you." She brought her hand from around his neck down to her opening and spread her fingers, scissoring over his length as he slid it in and out of her.

"Fuck…" he breathed as he opened his eyes.

"Come for me." She whispered as she brushed her wet fingertips side to side over her clit fast. The overwhelming sensation forced her eyes closed as her breath hitched audibly. "Oh…Jack."

Watching her was his undoing. The visual of her mouth opening as she gasped his name in clear rapture, finished him...and with a cursed yell he came hard, his arms quivering as the surges of pleasure coursed through his body.

Closing his eyes, he fought to keep his body moving for her and with two more trembling thrusts, she was right behind him, her head tipping back as she cried out; rocking against him, their moans blending as he worked her through it.

She kissed him through the gentle spasms as he slowed. And when she laid down flat with an airy sigh, he collapsed on top of her, his head cushioned by the swell of her breasts as he breathed her name.

"You gotta stop looking at me like that."

Sam huffed a laugh. "Well, if this is what I get when I do...I'm never stopping."

"And you say I'm the bad one." He teased as he dipped his head quickly and blew a raspberry against her navel, making her squeal.

Getting side-tracked had cost them some time, so they checked out early, knowing they wouldn't be able to make it back. Deciding they would just have to shop and pack everything up in the car on the way to the station instead.

Jack found Harry awake and showered when he went in his room to get him. His eyes were looking a bit bloodshot and when he got a glare from him, he soon knew why. "Jesus Jack, don't you guys ever sleep?"

Jack internalized the cringe as he mumbled an apology, realizing the array of noises he must have heard through the thin walls as he helped him change his bandages and put on his shirt.

They filled Harry in on the upcoming details of their trip while they ate at a local diner with an obscene variety of pancakes on the menu. Then they headed to Walmart, and decided it would probably garner less attention to have Sam go in by herself.

Forty-five minutes later, Sam walked out of the store, freshly changed into some new clothes as she pushed the cart to the car. Jack smiled and got out to meet her at the trunk, admiring the new jeans and how the form fitting blue tank top matched her eyes. "Damn you look good."

He leaned his head down to kiss her as his fingertips danced up her sides, humming his appreciation against her lips. Sam blushed and he forced himself to pull away as she handed him bags out of the cart to put in the trunk

She kept the last bag in her hand. "Got a laptop of our own and a flash drive to copy Harry's encryption program. I'm going to take care of that now while we're still in range of their Wifi."

He nodded, tearing the tag off of the large duffel she bought and unzipping it. "I'll start packing up everything while you do that and then we'll head to the station."

Sam was typing away in the back seat when Harry's quiet voice stilled her. "Don't look up, we're being watched."

Her fingers froze over the keys, but she didn't dare look. "What?"

"Dark sedan, tinted windows, eleven o'clock at about fifty yards. I saw it at the diner too."

"Shit," she hissed as she started typing again with a new sense of urgency. "I'm almost done."

"I don't think they realize I've spotted them yet."

He heard her fumbling with the laptop and a bag being unzipped. "I'm done." She threw their computer and flash drive in their backpack before returning Harry's laptop to his case.

Then she stepped out and rounded the trunk. Jack didn't bother looking up as he dug his hands into the last plastic bag. "That was quick. I'm just finishing up."

When she didn't say anything, he straightened up and she stepped to him, reaching out to cradle his face and turning him so his back was to the trunk and to the dark sedan.

She couldn't hide the strain in her eyes and he recognized it immediately; looking at her warily as he leaned into her.

Managing a tight smile for show, she gave him a chaste kiss and put her arms around his neck, hugging him and placing her mouth to his ear. "Harry spotted a vehicle. Dark sedan with tinted windows. Says he saw it at the diner too."

His arms tightened around her as he did his best not to react. "Where?"

"Fifty yards…my eleven o'clock."

"I'll try to lose them. We don't have a lot of time."

"I know." She pulled back and met his dark piercing eyes. Her Colonel was back.

His eyes narrowed as he gripped the side of her neck firmly and brought her mouth to his for a bruising kiss. Searing heat shot through her as his tongue coursed its way through her lips and wrapped around hers possessively before pulling back. "Let's go."

"They're keeping their distance." Harry watched the car following them down the four lane busy street in the side mirror.

Jack's jaw shifted. He took a few random turns and then the car reappeared even further back when they should've lost them. "They've got to still be tracking us somehow."

None of them knew their way around the city, so he kept driving. "We need to find a place for an ambush."

Things were looking bleak, but after detouring off the main thoroughfare, they found themselves in a seedier part of town and Jack kept his eyes peeled for a place to stop.

Finally, he noticed something that could work down one of the forgotten side streets laden with boarded up homes. It was an old abandoned printing plant. A warped wooden sign hung from a rusted chain advertising the failed company name in faded red lettering. "Twin Peaks Press." Jack pulled around back where an empty cracked concrete parking lot backed up to some dilapidated train tracks drowning in tall weeds, and parked.

"Carter, you're with me." He eyed up Harry who grunted as he leaned forward, obviously ready for some more meds. Jack pointed to the tall weeds a distance away. "Harry, go over there and lie down...you're in no condition for this."

Harry shook his head, "No way Jack, I'm coming in with you guys."

Jack scowled. "Damnit Harry, we don't have time for this. Just listen to me for once will ya?."

Guns drawn, Jack and Sam ran to the chained back door as they watched Harry get out of the car gingerly.

Opting to forgo a try at the thick chain, Jack used the butt of his handgun to knock out the rest of a cloudy broken glass window a few feet from the door. They heard the engine of a car approaching as he helped Sam through first before following.

The air was stale and thick dust caked every surface as they put their backs against the wall next to the window and waited. They were in an office, or what was left of one...and could see the plant open up through the doorway on the other side.

The reducing thrum of the engine signaled the car slowing. Then it quieted to a rumble, as if idling. When they heard the engine turn off, Jack waited a moment before risking a glance. The car was facing them with the driver's side door ajar and the trunk lid open. It was parked close enough that he could tell there was no one else inside the car. Only one or two people would be able to hide behind the lid of the trunk.

He motioned to her, one or two and she nodded, risking a glance herself. Her face paled. That was the car from Independence Pass. There was no doubt about it.

The distinct crack of a rifle sounded as she pulled her head back, and the frame of the window exploded next to her; the force of the flying debris sent her stumbling back into the view of the next window over. Jack dropped his gun and dove, tackling her as a second shot rang out, the round shattering the window and just missing his head.

Jack covered her body with his as the glass clattered down on top of them. He didn't hear the person climbing through the window behind them until it was too late. Rolling off of Sam, he faced a large masked man wearing all black, pointing a rifle at him.

"Don't move." The deep voice demanded.

Jack's eyes blazed with anger as he defied the order, standing up quickly. The man pointed the rifle at Sam's back, stilling him instantly. "Okay wait!" Jack raised his hands. "Don't...just don't." he muttered as he side-stepped in front of her.

The masked man motioned the rifle to the main room of the plant. "Go."

Jack walked slowly, taking a quick glance back at Sam. She was unconscious, he had felt her shallow breathing against his face before rolling off of her. From the side glance, he couldn't see any blood, but he knew from experience, that didn't mean much.

The man walked behind him as they headed to the factory floor of the plant, full of outdated presses. A shot rang out and Jack turned to see the man's left arm swing wide as he stumbled to the side.

As the man tried to bring the rifle back up, Jack bum-rushed him, knocking it away with his forearm and sending it skidding along the floor before unleashing a hard right cross to the guy's jaw.

The man went down and rolled, getting up quickly; blading his stance as he favored his left shoulder. His hand disappeared behind his back, and reappeared wielding a large tactical knife with a long serrated edge.

Immediately Jack knew this guy was no slouch. He could tell by the way he was holding the blade and the practice sweeping motions he made with it that he had some form of special ops training. Jack realized quickly that this was not going to be easy.

He kept his hands open and loose in front of him; shifting his weight on the balls of his toes as they circled. The guy closed the distance, swiping the knife down in short efficient arcs, left and right, cutting through the air with quick slashes at Jack's chest. Jack skirted back just out of reach from the first two slashes before slipping the third and pivoting. The guy was fast...young...strong. But Jack had more experience and patience when it mattered; it would take both to beat this guy.

He eyed the guy's left shoulder as it hung low, seeing the black material darken from the blood. Shot through and through. Well that would help. The guy stutter stepped in quick, changing the grip on the knife with lightening speed and lunged for Jack's stomach. Jack turned his torso sideways just in time as the serrated edge snagged his shirt, and used his forearm to parry it away, forcing the man to over-extend. And when he did, Jack threw out a hard quick jab at the guy's bloody left shoulder before skirting out of range of his counter attack.

The grunt of pain was music to his ears and he could sense the guy's frustration building. Jack capitalized on it, switching his stance from standard to southpaw and then back again while dodging two more lunging slashes.

Their heavy breathing filled the air as his mind wandered to Sam. She had obviously gotten off a shot at him and then what? Passed back out? Jack forced the thoughts away as the guy made another approach, his slashes wider as he overcommitted. His anger was making him sloppy and the wound in his shoulder probably taking its toll. That's what Jack had been waiting for.

The man lunged again, and as the blade sliced through the air towards his throat, Jack arched his back and kicked out hard at the inside of the guy's left kneecap. The knee buckled and popped as the guy howled out in pain. Jack recognized the sound of a torn ligament immediately.

Pivoting on his toe towards the guy's weak side, Jack made his move and lunged forward. Unable to keep up with the turn, the guy managed one more wild slash before Jack tackled him to the ground, dislodging the knife. Straddling him quickly, Jack grunted with every strike as he rained down devastating elbows and fists to the guy's face and body. When the guy stopped moving, Jack arms sagged, his breathing ragged with the effort as the guy laid there groaning and beaten.

Stretching out and reaching over, Jack grabbed the knife and watched the blood seep through the black ribbed fabric of the facemask as he pressed the serrated edge against the guy's throat and sneered. "Any last words?"

"Yeah," the guy panted, his voice straining from the pain, "fuck you."