Title: Senses

Author: Amélie Allard

Email: amelieallard@hotmail.com

Status:  complete

Rating: PG-15

Category: Sam and Jack UST

Summary: Sam and Jack and a dark, small closet :)

Spoilers: none, except for a little reference to D&C/Upgrades.

Season: four (ish) but it doesn't really matter, Pre-Meridian though

Archive: SJA yes, please. Others please ask

Warnings: Adult situation

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Author's notes: * I would like to thank Meredith Knight for giving me the permission to use the premise of her L&C fanfiction 'A Closet Encounter'. This idea comes originally from her, so give her the credit of the plot (which is basically two people making out in a closet ;)), I kinda made a few changes and adapted it to the Sam and Jack universe :)** this is an attempt at making a very sensual fic (without being actually sexual) so I'd really like to know if it worked or not! have fun :) Oh and thanks to Heather for betareading this for me ! :)

Feedback: oh yeah! Definitely!

Copyright June 2002
 

~~Senses~~

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The darkness of the corridor was making it hard to see for Jack as he ran, his blood pulsating in his ears in an adrenaline streak. He couldn't tell how far ahead they were from their attackers, but all he knew - and cared to know - was that he couldn't waste a second.

He cursed through gritted teeth as he saw from the corner of his eyes Carter trip and lose her balance, falling hard on her knees and hands. Her anxious expression turned into a grimace as the rough floor scrapped her hands.

Without really stopping his run, Jack bent and slid one arm around her waist as his other hand grabbed her elbow to drag her up again and keep up running.

"Sir." She panted as she let herself be dragged up to her legs again, her body heavy with fatigue. "I can't."

He shook his head stubbornly, refusing to let himself stop, no matter how his tired limbs pleaded him to do so, he wouldn't - couldn't - stop. Not until he couldn't take it anymore. The hand that held her elbow slid down her arm to her hand and, in a desperate attempt at giving her some of his wavering energy, he clasped her hand in his.

They wouldn't stop, and Jack refused to even consider the possibility to keep on going without her. He couldn't see much in the darkness, but he knew somehow that there were doors on each of his sides, all the way down the corridor, it seemed. Maybe they could find a way out of this mess, he thought as his eyes searched the area. And it would give them both an opportunity to catch their breath.

Hoping their attackers were far behind, he lurched himself to one side, dragging Carter along with him, and reached for the first door handle he could find. Fortunately it opened witloof trouble and Jack barely noticed he'd just managed to drag them into a storage closet before plunging into the dark doorway.

Extending his free arm in the shadows, his hand immediately met the wall in front of him. Yep, he realized as his hand traveled along each of the walls, the closet was small, but it could manage two people. Barely though ! It was obviously filled with boxes and chests, and the thought of peeking in crossed Jack's mind, but then he realized it'd have to wait. Right now they had to stand by, in the hopes that their attackers would just.pass by without thinking they could be hiding in there.

He leaned against the back wall and Carter carefully closed the door, her back inches from his front. It's only then that Jack realized what a bigger mess he'd just put them both into.The closet was small.Way too small for his own taste.

He heaved a quiet sigh.

Great. Just great.

***

Sam tried to catch her breath as she leaned her forehead on the closed door in front of her. The colonel had taken a huge risk in dragging them both here. If they found them, there'd be no turning back, nowhere to run. They were sitting ducks. He should have just left her behind and made it to the Stargate without her, she might have found a safe place to hide while she'd wait for the team to come back for her. But of course the colonel had avoided the possibility, risking his own life in the meantime. For her. Once again.

She shifted and backed away from the door, only to collapse her back against the colonel's chest. Whoa! This closet was way smaller than she'd first thought! She heard O'Neill gasp quietly behind her and she stopped moving, afraid to turn their ridiculous situation into something...tenser. When he didn't say anything she moved again and took a step of a few centimeters towards the door again, effectively avoiding any physical contact with the man behind her.

They stayed silent and completely still for what seemed like an eternity, until she heard voices and footsteps in the corridor. Holding her breath she closed her eyes, concentrating on making absolutely no noise, silently praying for them not to be discovered. As if hearing her prayers, the voices passed by and the footsteps seemed to move away without even stoppage to search behind the doors. She held her breath for a while longer, then opened her eyes when everything was silent again.

She sighed with relief and relaxed a bit, leaning back and her shoulder accidently brushing O'Neill's. When she didn't feel him react, she decided to stay this way, both because the position was more comfortable and because she quite enjoyed the contact, even if it went against every red-flashing warnings her brain was sending her. She heard him sigh quietly and she stretched her neck to look at him. Not that she saw anything, but at least she could imagine his face.

"What are you thinking about?" She whispered quietly, but he jumped, and Sam shivered as the movement brought him further into her. His shoulder was now fully touching hers and she could feel his breath warming her neck. Oh this was not good...

"The Cubs." He replied, and another shiver went through her as she noticed his voice had dropped an octave or two.

"The Cubs?" Why the hell would he be thinking about that when they had crazy people wanting their heads?

She felt him nod and he quietly cleared his throat. "Yeah, you know, the baseball team." He went on, as if it explained everything. "I'm trying to remember the position of each player on the field."

"Oh." She replied, but she yearned to just look him straight in the face and ask him what the hell for. But for some reason she decided against it. He could think about whatever he wanted, it really wasn't none of her business. She decided to change the subject. "You think it's safe to get out now?"

"Probably." He replied and he shifted, but it only resulted in moving himself closer still to her back, accidently of course. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hands slowly moving to rest on her hips, his long fingers first brushing against the fabric of her t-shirt, then moving more assuredly to slide up her waist to her sides. She could feel the heat emanating from him and his warm breath washing over her neck, sending goosebumps all over her. What the hell was he doing? She had to stop this and yet, she couldn't. It was as if her entire body was striking against the despotism of her brain.

She closed her eyes at the sensations a simple touch such as this was evoking in her. It was oh-so-wrong and yet, she couldn't deny how good it felt to finally feel his hands on her. Unconsciously she let herself be pulled against him as his strong hands gently tugged her waist towards him, and she let out a strained sigh as her back collapsed against his chest. She closed her eyes again and she felt his head move slowly so that his mouth was close to her ear.

"Sam..." he breathed and she trembled as his low and husky voice vibrated against her skin, his ragged breath warming her ear and neck.

Sam had two options, her brain still reasoned. First, she could stop this and push him away, which was reasonable but not very pleasant. Second, she could let herself go and respond to his touch fervently, returning his caresses with all the passion she felt for him, but, somehow, she couldn't remember what, but she knew that there was supposed to be something that forbid her to do just that and -...

Her foggy thoughts were interrupted when one of his hands slid away from her waist and he moved closer still, leaning into her, his slender body warm and strong behind her. For a few seconds she wondered what his other hand was doing, until she felt it - rather than saw - in front of her nose, her own shallow breath reflected against his palm back to her face. She held her breath as she sensed his hand hovering millimeters from her face, then gasped as one cool fingertip touched the line of her hair, then slid slowly down her forehead, his trembling finger barely brushing against her suddenly sensitive skin. The finger continued its agonizingly slow journey down her nose ridge, then followed the line to her lips. She resisted the urge to grab his finger between her teeth as it passed over her parted lips and she held her breath when he lingered there, his fingertip sensually drawing the contour of her lips. A low moan escaped his throat as his cheek brushed her ear and his finger finally lowered to her chin, then traced down her throat. She tilted her head back against his shoulder to give him better access and he moved closer again, his cheek brushing hers. His finger trailed down her throat, stopping only when the edge of her collar didn't allow him to go any further.

"Jack..." She breathed and he gasped, moving his lips tantalizingly a few milimeters from the skin of her cheek and jaw, never fully touching her. Moving on their own, her hands reached behind her and grasped the cotton of the pants that covered the side of his thighs and she turned her head towards his, brushing her forehead against his cheek. His hand came to rest on her neck, torturingly sweet, then moved to her shoulder, continued its path down her arm until his hands finally found hers and he entertwined his long fingers with hers, while the hand that had been laying on the side of her waist moved to encircle her, bringing her body fully against his.

She tilted her head up slightly, delighted as their breath mingled while his mouth lingered over hers. Deciding she'd had enough, she let go of his hand and moved her own hand to the back of his neck, gently pulling him closer until they were milimeters away. His strong arm around her waist tightened his grip and his hand moved up to her ribcage and side, lazily massaging. What was he waiting for?

As if reading her thoughts, his head began lowering again and her fingers threaded through his hair, encouraging him to kiss her. His breath washed over her face and she held her breath as his lips finally descended some mor-...

"Sam? Jack? Where the hell are you guys?" She felt him go completely still and his head stopped its descent towards her.

"Jack? Sam? Are you guys in here somewhere?" The voice asked again. Damn Daniel. Sam sighed reluctantly and took her hand away from his hair as he loosened his grip from her waist.

****

Oh god...

Jack couldn't believe what had just happened. Almost happened. Daniel had once again picked the best of times to show up, revealing once again his formidable sense of timing, he thought angrily as Sam stepped away from him and lowered her forehead on the door, trying to catch her breath. He realized he was panting too so he leaned his head back against the wall behind him, trying to get his body under control again.

Oh God...

What had he done? Fortunately - or rather unfortunately for him - he hadn't done anything, really, but the intention was there. Very there, and it still fogged his brain, the way her soft and warm skin felt under his touch, the way her entire body had shivered against him...The memory would definitely haunt him for the rest of his life. They'd been so close! A few milimeters later his lips would have been on hers, gently at first, then, depending on her response he would have-...

The door swung open and when he looked, he realized Carter had been the one to open it. He was blinded when a flash light was thrown into his eyes and he grumbled as Daniel muttered excuses and directed the light away from his face.

"Are you guys ok?" He asked as he observed their face with a frown.

"We're fine Daniel." Sam reassured him as she walked out into the corridor and Jack followed her.

"You sure? You're looking a little...flushed." he observed, obviously not wanting to imply anything. Jack exchanged a quick look with Sam.

"We ran for a long time...and there wasn't much oxygen in that closet." Sam lied, obviously trying to sound her usual professional self.

It seemed to work though and Daniel shrugged, turning to walk towards where he just came from, which Jack assumed was the exit. But he didn't follow him right away. Acting on impulse, he raised a shaky hand and rested it briefly on Carter's arm to stop her.

She turned to look at him and Jack's breath caught in his throat when he noticed her eyes were still dark and hazy from their passionate encounter. How were they gonna be able to ever deal with that? Actually, Jack wasn't sure he would be able to, no matter how hard he'd try, he'd never forget what it felt like to have her squirm beneath his touch, amazed at the thought that he was the one to ignite such a fire in her spirited mind. He'd tried to fight it, to fight the urge he'd felt at touching her, but even picturing an entire baseball team hadn't been strong enough to make his thought drift away from the woman he loved. It hadn't been strong enough to make him able to control the raging desire he'd felt to touch her and feel her respond...

He opened his mouth to say something, but then, when he realized there wasn't anything he could say that would make things right - whatever 'right' was -, he shut his mouth and pulled his hand away from where it rested on her arm.

He met her eyes again and she held his glare for a few seconds, and then...she smiled.

She smiled, and Jack, as usual, melted and couldn't do anything but return the gesture with all his heart.

They'd be okay. If Carter smiled, then they'd be okay.

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the end! So?

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