"Discretion" By JR

Title: Discretion

Author: JR

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None that I can think of.

Summary: As usual, things aren't going quite as Jack had planned, but he's not complaining.

Archive: Heliopolis and S & J Archive. Any others please ask.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG1 and its characters are the property of Stargate Productions, ShowTime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. No infringement on copyright intended. I promise to put them back where I found them. No money will be accepted for this work.

Authors Notes: Just a few words of thanks and warning before I actually start posting this. First, thanks again to Vanessa and Sam for beta reading for me. I'm pretty new at this writing stuff, so I've needed the help. Second, consider this a warning. Graphic sex ahead! Anyone under age or easily offended, please feel free to delete as soon as this gets to your mailbox. Third, this is sort of a sequel to the last story I posted, Let the Healing Begin. If you haven't had a chance to read it, let me know, and I'll send it your way. Let me know what you think. Janis.

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"How does that feel?"

"Fine... Owww!! Shit, Janet!"

"Do not lie to me, Colonel."

Sam and Daniel had to stifle a giggle from the other side of the room.

"All right already! It's still a little tender, but the more I walk on it the better it's getting. Really!"

"Okay. I'm going to put you back on active duty..." She glanced up to see him let out a breath and then smile in relief. "...with the caveat that you will do the exercises that I've given you religiously every day until those muscles get back in shape."

"Deal." He had already hopped off the examining table and was gleefully ignoring everything she said after 'back on active duty.' As he walked over to join Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c, Janet let out a sigh of exasperation.

"I mean it, Colonel. That leg was badly broken, and if you screw it up again by ignoring my orders, I'll jerk you off the duty roster again in a heartbeat." He turned to see her standing, arms akimbo, with a look on her face that would brook no argument. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Teal'c.

"Do not concern yourself, Dr. Fraiser. We will see to it that he follows your instructions."

Jack chuckled disbelievingly as he turned to Teal'c. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," Sam and Daniel said in stereo.

After favoring the three of them with a glare, he turned back to Janet somewhat deflated. "Okay. I know when I'm out numbered," he said as he brought his hands together in a prayerful pose and gave Janet a slight bow.

Now it was her turn to look gleeful. "Good. And you'll be coming back for your next follow-up visit in...?"

"Two weeks."

"Excellent!" She pointed a warning finger at him. "Don't make me have to come looking for you. Now get to work." "Gladly!!"

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A week later, alone in the locker room, Jack prayed that no one would come in and see him limping noticeably as he made his way to the hot tub. The muscles in his leg were in absolute knots. Soaking in the hot water seemed to be one of the few things that helped. He laid his towel on the bench next to the tub, and with a sigh of relief, eased himself into the bubbling, steaming water. He laid his arms along the sides, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back to relax. What a week! He almost wished now that Janet would take him back off duty.

They had been on two missions since he had been back. Both had been short and relatively uneventful, but there had been a lot of walking and climbing, and he was paying the price. He was hesitant to take the muscle relaxants she had prescribed while he was off world for fear they would encounter trouble and his reaction time would be slowed. And Teal'c had become an absolute slave driver about those fucking exercises. He winced just thinking about it. He knew it would get better, but it was taking too long.

To top it all off, Sam was treating him like he had the plague. Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but she was definitely cooler than she had been before the kiss at his place a couple of weeks ago. Boy! Had that ever backfired. He couldn't quite figure out what had gone wrong there. He knew at the time that she wanted it as bad as he did, and he knew she'd enjoyed it, but afterwards... He shook his head. She was still friendly and did her job, but there was a distance between them that hadn't been there before. She was being subtle enough about it that he doubted Daniel and Teal'c had noticed, but he was sure she was consciously avoiding situations where they had to have a lot of physical contact unless absolutely necessary. She acted like she was afraid he was going to reach out and grab her unexpectedly.

He raised his head and looked out at the empty locker room. Christ! How could he have misread her feelings that badly. He shook his head again and washed his hand over his face. He had to take care of this right away. He could deal with her not wanting to have sex with him, but he couldn't stand to think that she was afraid to be around him. He settled his head back against the back of the tub again and began to formulate a plan.

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SG1 had been on stand down for a couple of days, and as much as Sam loved gate travel, she was happy to be able to catch up on some of her lab work. Besides… she needed to come to terms with some of what was going on in her head regarding Jack. She'd been avoiding being alone with him ever since that kiss. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She couldn't let herself get into another situation where that could happen again. Every time she thought about it her knees grew weak. Suddenly, Jack poked his head through the door.

"Carter! Meeting in my office at 1400. Don't be late."

Before she could even ask what it was about, he was gone. She glanced at her watch and frowned, 1345. Might as well put this stuff away. Maybe they had a new assignment he wanted to brief them on.

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At 1355 Sam loitered down the hall from Jack's office, hoping to run into Daniel or Teal'c on the way. She didn't cherish the idea of being the first one there and having to sit in the office alone with him waiting for the others. She glanced at her watch again. Where were they? Maybe they were already in there waiting for her. Oh well, it was just a few minutes until 1400, so if they weren't there already, they would be soon. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked the rest of the way down the hall to his office. She tapped lightly on the door.

"Enter."

She opened the door and stepped in. No one there except Jack, who sat rifling through a stack of paperwork on his desk. He glanced up at her, momentarily distracted, and then continued his search. "Hey, Carter. Have a seat. I'll be right with you."

"Fine." She left the door open about a foot and had a seat on the small couch.

"There it is," he said with a grin of satisfaction as he pulled a sheet from near the bottom of the pile. Whatever it was, he signed it and threw it into his Out box. He then leaned back and looked her way. Noting the open door, he got up without saying a word, crossed the room, and quietly closed the door.

Sam glanced at her watch again, 1405. "Where are the guys?"

"No guys. Just me and you," he said casually, pulling up one of the chairs from in front of his desk so he could sit across from her. Just as he seated himself, Sam abruptly stood and walked to the middle of the room, standing with her back to him.

She felt like the temperature had risen by 20 degrees in the last 30 seconds. "So, what's this about, Sir? Is there a problem?"

Jack had turned to watch her as she walked away from him. "Yeah, Carter. There's a problem," he said a little more sarcastically than he had intended. He was amazed. She really was afraid of him. He stood and started towards her.

She moved towards the door. "Sir, do you mind if I open this door a bit? It's really stuffy in here." While she asked, she opened the door. She left

it about half way open and then walked back towards the couch.

Jack ran his hand across his face, quickly losing his patience. "Carter, don't be ridiculous! It is not stuffy in here, and I don't really want anyone who walks down the hall to hear what I have to say to you." With that, he walked back over, closed the door rather firmly, and approached her once again. When she turned from him this time, he almost shouted, "Captain! Am I going to have to order you to stand still so I can talk to you face to face?"

She froze for a few seconds and then turned to face him, keeping her eyes focused on his shoes.

He felt like shit. He couldn't believe his thoughtlessness had brought them to this. He took a deep breath to try to calm himself before he spoke.

"Sam, I owe you an apology. The other night at my house, I was way outta line." She glanced up at him then with a rather questioning look on her face. He rushed on while he had her attention. "I realize you're a lot more "by the book" when it comes to military regulations than I am, and I should have never assumed you would be willing to cross over that line just because I would." Now he was the one having trouble meeting her gaze, so he started to pace back and forth in front of her. "The worst part is, though, I seem to have frightened you, and that makes me sick. To think that I might have done something that would make you afraid I would try to coerce you into something you didn't..."

This time when he glanced up at her, the look of incredulity on her face stopped him in mid-sentence. "Jack, you thought I was afraid that you were going to try to force me to...?"

"Well, yeah. What else was I supposed to think? Look how you've been acting since you got to this office! I can't get within three feet of you without you jumping."

Sam closed her eyes and put her hands on each side of her head. "Oh, Jack, I'm not afraid of you." She slumped back down on the couch. "I'm afraid of me."

There was silence for a few seconds while he tried to digest that bit of information. He slowly walked back over to the chair he had pulled up and sat down. "Explain that to me."

She put her hands in her lap and looked up at him. She sighed and then looked back down at her hands. "That night on your deck, just before you kissed me, you made it clear that it was just out of appreciation for what we'd been through together. Nothing more. Afterwards when you were apologizing, I thought you were just being a gentleman; trying to spare my feelings. I had been wanting you to do something like that for so long, I thought I had just read more into it than there was. I was embarrassed." She looked back up into his eyes, searching for some sort of understanding and seeing only confusion. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to his desk. "I've been keeping my distance, because I didn't want you to think I was expecting something of you that you weren't interested in giving."

Jack closed his eyes and shook his head as though trying to clear his addled brain. He too stood up and started moving slowly towards her. "So, let me see if I've got this straight... You weren't afraid of me?"

She turned to face him, leaned back against his desk, and met his gaze. "No."

He still approached her as though she might turn any minute and run. "And you weren't mad about the kiss?"

"I was upset with myself about the kiss; not with you."

He stopped when he was standing square in front of her about a foot away. "And you don't care about the "no fraternization" regs?"

He saw a brief smile as she looked down at one of her hands, toying with the edge of his desk.

"Well, I wouldn't say that I don't care. I mean, it is a court martiable offense..."

"But...?"

"But..." She looked back up at him with a sly grin on her face, "if we were discreet..."

The next thing Sam knew, Jack had a firm grasp on both her upper arms and she was being jerked away from the desk unceremoniously into an almost brutal embrace. Her arms went around him as his mouth crushed hers, her mouth opening willingly to his tongue. Before she had even fully regained her balance, he was pushing her backwards. When her thighs made contact with the edge of the desk, he straddled her legs and put his hands down on the desk on either side of her, effectively pinning her in place. They broke the kiss, gasping for air, staring into each others eyes. They both smiled. Never losing eye contact, Jack gave a quick shove with both hands and pushed his desk pad and three months worth of paper work off the desk onto the floor. Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and chuckled.

"Ya know, Colonel, I'm not sure having sex on your desk falls under the category of discreet."

Jack gave her a wicked grin as he stepped back enough to slide his hands under the outside of her thighs and lift her onto the desk.

"We'll work our way up to discreet. Okay?"

Sam returned his grin as she pulled him towards her and trailed her tongue up the side of his neck. He moaned as he slid his hands up over her hips and started to pull her T-shirt out of her pants.

When she got to his ear, she nipped the lobe, then whispered, "Could you at least lock the door?"

He groaned, hating to stop, but she was right. People came in and out of this office too often to chance it. "Good idea."

He teased the muscle at the juncture of her neck and shoulder with his teeth before he turned from her to head for the door. As he went, he stripped off his own T-shirt and tossed it aside. At the same time, Sam bent over to her dangling feet to loosen the ties on both of her boots. After locking the door, Jack turned back to see her straighten up and slowly pull her T-shirt over her head. Everything slowed down then. He leaned back against the door, never taking his eyes off of her, and raised one foot to loosen the ties of his boot and then remove it. As he repeated the same procedure with the other boot, Sam raked a heated gaze over his bare chest and abdomen and then back up to his eyes. Holding his gaze, she slowly unfastened the black lace bra and slipped it off to drop to the floor. He let out a breath that he hadn't even realized he was holding as she leaned back onto her elbows and propped one foot up on the edge of his desk.

"Could you help me with my shoes?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

Her question jolted him out of his reverie. "Certainly," he answered with a grin as he started moving towards her again. He stopped, standing between her legs, and removed her boot. He lowered her thigh back down to the desk then raised her other leg to do the same. He then slowly slid both hands up her thighs, over her hips to her bare waist, slipping his hands behind her just enough to pull her upright.

She placed one hand on his shoulder and began to trace a lazy pattern down his chest with the other, raking across one nipple, eliciting a sharp intact of breath from him, and then continuing down. He, in turn, slid one hand up and around to cup her breast, rub his thumb across the hardened nipple, then gently squeeze it between thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes and moaned. Sam slid her arm from his shoulder around to the back of his neck and pulled herself closer to him. When she opened her eyes to look at him, she realized by his clenched jaw and almost black eyes that he was barely restraining himself. She decided to push the envelop a bit.

As she pulled his mouth to hers for another mind blowing kiss, she snaked her other hand down the front of his pants to grasp his hardened cock. It took all his stamina to keep his knees from buckling as he groaned his approval and wrapped his arms around her to crush her to his chest. He ran his hands up and down her back, marveling at the fact that he finally had his hands on her bare flesh. Without losing contact with her mouth, he loosened his grip on her just enough to give her room to get her other hand down to his waist to start opening his fly.

Once she had the zipper down, she slid both hands into the waistband of his fatigues and boxers and slid both down over his hips to pool at his ankles. As he stepped out of them and kicked them aside, Sam returned her attention to his cock and scrotum with both hands. He started trailing wet kisses down her throat as he placed a hand on each of her wrists and started pulling her talented fingers away. She gave a little whimper of protest, but he knew if he didn't get her hands off of him, this was going to be over way too soon. He continued to raise her hands to about shoulder level then started leaning into her, pushing her down onto the desk. As she went back, his mouth continued to trail down her neck and chest until he finally reached a breast and began to suckle.

He felt a slight shiver go through her as she arched her back, pushing against him, encouraging him to take more. He realized every breath she was taking was being exhaled as a quiet moan; she was as close as he was. He released her wrists and began to nip and kiss his way down her abdomen as he went to work on getting her pants off. Once he got the zipper down, he slid an arm under each of her thighs, grabbed the waist of her fatigues, lifted her hips, and pulled fatigues and panties off in one quick move. As he stepped back to strip them over her ankles and toss them aside, Sam sat up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back into an almost savage kiss. When he pushed two fingers into her, she threw her head back with a gasp and clinched around his hand like a vise. He nuzzled into her neck as he dragged the slick digits out and up to massage her swollen clit. "Oh, God! Jack, please..." she almost sobbed.

She was right; they were both too far gone for anymore teasing. He pushed her back down onto the desk and slid his hands under her hips to pull her closer to the edge. With his hands still under her thighs, he positioned her where he wanted her, and plunged into her. The sensations Jack felt with that initial thrust were so overpowering, he almost didn't realize Sam had cried out in what very likely could have been pain rather than pleasure. Buried deep inside of her, he froze. When he stopped, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Don't stop," she gasped.

He still wasn't sure.

Holding his gaze, she moved both of her hands to the edge of the desk and took a firm hold. "Don't stop," she repeated with a smile that told him everything he needed to know.

With her holding on to the desk, he had more leverage than he had hoped for, and he lunged into her with an abandon he had never imagined himself capable of. Sam met each thrust, reveling in the feel of him ramming into her cervix. She had started to moan again with every breath, and he could feel the muscles in her legs starting to tense up. He knew she was close, and he concentrated on trying to maintain a rhythm that would push her over the top.

Within moments he felt her orgasm begin. With all the self control he could muster, he thrust into her as deeply as he could and stopped. "Come for me, Sam," he gasped through clenched teeth as he looked down at her.

With a guttural moan from somewhere deep in her throat, Sam surrendered to an earth shattering climax. By remaining unmoving within her, Jack intensified every sensation she was feeling. Within seconds, however, his self control dissipated. Feeling her rhythmically tightening around him and seeing her head thrown back, mouth open, with a look of ecstasy on her face was more than he could stand. His own need took over as he leaned into her even more and resumed his thrusting. He'd never felt this out of control before. He realized that he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to, and in a remote corner of his mind it scared him. All coherent thought fled, however, when he heard Sam softly encouraging him.

"Right there, Jack! Please... do it now... please!" she gasped, raising her hips to push into him. That was all it took. He closed his eyes and shuddered as his orgasm surged through him and emptied into her. He was amazed that he didn't scream. He managed to keep it down to a prolonged groan, smiling as he felt her pulsating; milking every last drop out of him. Had anything ever been that sweet? Still gasping for breath, he opened his eyes and looked down at her.

She was smiling up at him. She reached for his arms to pull him towards her. He released her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, not ready for him to withdraw from her yet. He leaned down, supporting himself on his hands, and gently kissed her.

"That was incredible," he whispered.

She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down to lay on top of her. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could look at her as he circled his arms around the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair. "You're right," she sighed. "That was incredible."

He lowered his head to snuggle into her neck and chuckled quietly.

"Are you giggling, Jack?!" she said in amazement.

He raised his head immediately and gave her an indignant look. "I do not giggle!" He couldn't quite conceal a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, however. "I have to admit, though, having sex on my desk was not how I pictured this 'conference' ending up."

Now it was Sam's turn to chuckle as she raked her nails down his back.

"Well, I hope you weren't disappointed."

"Ummm," he purred, relishing the feel of her nails digging in a little harder. "No. I'm happy to say that 'disappointment' isn't a word that comes to mind right now."

He was lowering his head to her mouth to express his appreciation, when he was interrupted by his intercom beeping. "Colonel O'Neill?" came Simmons voice over the box.

Sam had to grin at the look of consternation on Jack's face. He hesitated for a moment as though he might ignore it, then changed his mind and reached over to flip the switch. "What is it, Simmons?" he responded impatiently.

"General Hammond would like to see you ASAP in his office, Sir. SG1 has a new assignment."

He glanced back down at Sam and quietly said, "Wouldn't you know."

"Sir?" Simmons queried.

"Tell him I'll be right there."

"Yes, Sir."

The intercom clicked off. They both remained in place, staring at each other, Sam running her hands slowly up and down his back. The laughter was gone now, as they'd been unexpectedly jerked back to reality. Jack glanced up at a strand of her hair that he was absent-mindedly playing with.

"Ya know, Sam, I'd really like to think this wasn't just a one time thing." He looked back to her eyes then to see if he detected any hesitancy on her part.

She smiled and raised her head to give him a light kiss. "Thank you for saying that."

"I mean it!"

"Good! I'll hold you to it." They both smiled, her arms tightening around him, as he moved to give her a tender, unhurried kiss. When they parted, he pulled her back up to a sitting position and slowly withdrew from her. She stood up, wrapped her arms back around his neck, and pulled his mouth back to hers. She couldn't get enough of how it felt for him to hold her, and he gladly obliged, sliding one hand up her back and the other down to her bare bottom to press her closer. The kiss quickly deepened, and Jack wasn't particularly interested in stopping when Sam pulled back from him enough to take a breath.

"Jack, as much as I hate to say this, you really need to go."

He stared at her for a few seconds, contemplating his options. She was right, of course. If Hammond thought he was taking his time getting there, he'd send someone to find him. He gave her a little frown. "Yeah."

She pulled her arms from around his neck and slid her hands down to his chest. He ran his hands up her back to her shoulders, then traced an imaginary line down her arms to her hands. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then stepped back and released her hands. He let out a ragged breath.

"Yeah. I need to go."

With that, they both started looking around for their respective clothing. Jack motioned towards his small bathroom.

"If you'd like to use the facilities, feel free."

"Thanks," she replied as she pulled her bra from under his fatigues. "I think I will."

He glanced up at her bare ass as she headed for the bathroom with her clothes, realizing that was the first time he'd seen her naked from that angle. He had to grin. As he pulled his clothes on, he couldn't stop smiling. A few minutes later Sam emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Jack unlocked the office door and turned back to her.

"Well, I guess I better get going."

"Yeah." She was looking down like she was having some trouble meeting his eyes. He noticed and put a finger under her chin to raise her eyes to his.

"You're okay with this, right?"

"Yeah," she said just a tad unconvincingly.

"Because if you're not, I wish you would tell me, because you're looking a little 'not okay' with it." He was worried now. He didn't want to let her go until he was convinced she wasn't having second thoughts.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds then looked back at him. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around him, and laid her head on his chest. He returned the embrace and placed his chin on her head.

"I am alright with it. Really. It was wonderful. It's just that... it was like a fantasy come true, and now we're back to reality, and there will be 'real' issues to deal with..."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't borrow trouble." He pulled his hands up to her shoulders and pushed her back enough to look into her face. "I know there'll be issues to deal with, and we'll deal with them. We won't allow whatever goes on with us to affect what goes on with SG1. Okay?"

She smiled at him this time much more sincerely. "Okay."

"Now, let's get to work."

He opened the door, and she started back down the hall towards the lab. He stood watching her walk away for a minute. As she was turning the corner, she glanced back and gave him a dazzling smile; dimples and all, then she was gone. He smiled to himself, gave himself a mental shake to get back in gear, and headed off to see what the General had in store them.

The End