"Boredom" By Siobhan Gormley

Title: "Boredom"

Parts: 1

Rating: R/NC17

Warning: none

Classification: S&J implied established relationship

Summary: Sam and Jack go to a conference.

Required reading: none

Spoilers: none

Feedback: Love it as long as it's not pointless flames.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. I intend no infringement in the use of the characters, who incidentally belong to Gekko, Double Secret, and MGM, and I make no money off of writing this story. It is simply for my, and hopefully the reader's, enjoyment.

Author's note: Well, I finally got to writing something again! Short and, um, sweet <G>, but at least I've sort of come out of my slump!

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Samantha Carter tried not to yawn as the next speaker took the podium. She really hated coming to these conferences, most of the time they told her nothing new, or else the speaker was so pompous that she tuned him or her out, not wanting to bother with listening. But this time she had to pay attention to all since she was there to present something herself, and the last thing she wanted was to be half-asleep and be called upon.

As the lights went down again for the next presentation, she attempted to keep her eyes open. Suddenly she felt a foot rubbing up against her left leg. She glanced to her left at her companion, Jack O'Neill, who had been forced to go along with her for another session where he was to give a talk. He kept his eyes forward, but, even in the semi-darkness, she could see a small grin on his face. She too grinned, thinking that two could play at this game as he continued moving his foot up and down her leg.

Sitting back comfortably, she allowed her left arm to hang over the arm of Jack's chair, her hand resting on his right thigh. Slowly she began caressing him, working from the top of the thigh to the inner portion. As her hand made its way up, the colonel shifted slightly, leaning more toward her in his seat. He removed his foot from its position, much to Sam's disappointment, but not long after she felt his right hand rest on her left thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. He mimicked her own motions, first gently stroking the top, then down to the inner thigh. In no time he had gone under the skirt and up.

Sam attempted to keep her breathing level as his hand found out that she was wearing garters to keep her pantyhose up, and nothing else. She darted her eyes around to see if anyone else was observing what they were up to, but they all seemed engrossed by what the speaker was saying. Deciding to 'push the envelope', she placed her hand over his already hardened erection and began massaging it through the material of his pants. She couldn't help watching him out of the corner of her eye as he attempted to not squirm in his seat and to keep quiet. It didn't take long before his hand moved up further and his fingers brushed over the tuft of hair that covered the area she was most anxious for him to explore.

He continued teasing her by purposefully avoiding going deeper, so she decided to take this even further. She stopped what she was doing and carefully reached for the zipper on his pants, lowering it as unobtrusively as possible with the one hand. Sam slipped her hand inside, moving it to the top of his boxers. Working the hand past the waistband, she lowered it to reach its destination. As she began stimulating him, the major couldn't hold back a smile of triumph as Jack lay his head back against the seat, biting hard on his lower lip, trying not to moan. The smile soon disappeared and her own head leaned back as somehow the colonel found some semblance of control and finally began the much desired exploration.

First one finger slid in to her, slowly moving in and out. As she adjusted to it, he added another, then another, always trying to keep her off-balance. She continued to keep up her own end, trying to see how long it would take before he would finally let go of his control. She would speed up, then slow down, varying the rhythm and nearly driving him crazy. Jack copied her motions as he worked on her, then added something else. He changed his hand's position so that he could continue stroking her internally with three fingers, then used his thumb and forefinger to lightly pinch her clit. Sam had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from gasping out because of the jolt she felt throughout her body from his actions.

He kept this up while she attempted to stay concentrated on what she was doing to him. She felt herself quickly approaching the point where she could no longer hold back and would finally succumb to orgasm. As all rational thought slowly escaped her mind, she could hear someone calling her name.

[Oh god, please let it not be my turn to go up yet,] she pleaded. She then felt a hand touch her right arm, shaking her in an attempt to get her attention.

Sam came out of her daydream and looked at the owner of the hand.

"Sam, you're up next," Jack informed her, looking at her curiously. "Are you okay? You're looking a little flushed." The major attempted a placid smile as a few others around them glanced curiously in their direction.

"Sure, fine, no problems." When the others seemed to become disinterested, she got up to make her way to the front of the room. She stopped momentarily in front of the colonel's chair, leaned toward him and whispered, "Dinner, my room." She straightened herself and her uniform, then moved past the others in their row as Jack watched her with an expression of wonder and anticipation.

The End