All Is Quiet
by ALC Punk!

"Now, Carter--" started her commanding officer, Colonel Jack O'Neill.

"Sir." She whirled and stared at him, looking halfway between angry and distraught. "Just, don't. Ok? I don't want to be jollied, I don't want to be comforted, I--"

"Carter!"

She snapped to attention. "Sir."

"Come with me, Major." His hand closed on her elbow and he steered her into the small office built into the wall. After kicking out the one flight attendant, he closed the door and shoved a chair under the knob. "Now--"

"Sir."

"Quiet, Major." He closed the distance between them, eyes suddenly rather dark and predatory.

Sam was not a mouse. She straightened and glared at him. "Sir, if you--"

His mouth stopped her statement, his hand yanking her against him. She made a low sound in her throat and grabbed the front of his flight suit. Of course, since she'd thought she was going to shove him away, she was dimly surprised to find that she'd pulled him *closer*. Being kissed by a slightly angry, sweaty, thoroughly in charge Jack O'Neill was almost like french-kissing a battery. Without the danger of electrocution.

Sam changed that assessment a second later when one of his hands yanked the zipper of her flight suit halfway down and slid between the material and her skin, fingers grazing her breasts.

"Not wearin' any clothing, Carter?" He kissed the side of her mouth.

"Suit gets too hot. Sir." She stretched against him, almost whimpering a demand that he caress her. "Sweat too much." This was so not supposed to be happening. There should, she considered, be warning bells going off in her head. But the world was going to end anyway, and she suddenly didn't care.

"Ahhh." His mouth closed on her pulse-point and he sucked at her skin, then slid a thumb across the underside of her right breast.

"Sir." One of her hands fisted in his hair.

"Ah-ah, Carter. Who's in charge here?"

Her hand slid down the front of his flight suit, cupping the already evident bulge. A groan escaped him. "Depends."

The hand inside her flight suit did something that made her pulse jump, and she groaned, pushing against him. "Yes, Carter?"

"More, sir." She gasped.

His knee slid between her legs and he pushed her against the desk, "That can be arranged, Major."

The fate of the planet suddenly seemed completely insignificant. If he didn't do something soon about the insistent throb between her legs, she was probably going to kill him and then finish herself off. "Sir."

"Impatient." His fingers cupped her breast, kneading it as his other hand drifted down the front of her flight suit, then between her legs, stroking her through the fabric. He kissed her again when she whimpered, then found the lower end of the zipper and pulled it up, giving his hand access.

She spread her legs further and waited intolerable seconds before his fingers began sliding across her. Teasing, testing, probing. She knew she was already slick with desire and couldn't stifle the mewl of displeasure when he didn't immediately take advantage of this fact. "Colonel."

"Quiet, Major." His mouth nipped along her neck. "You can do that, can't you? Stay quiet?"

"Yes." Even if she had to bite her tongue. But she didn't add the qualifier and he didn't ask, and then his finger slid into her and his thumb brushed across her clit, and she stifled a sound that might have exited as a half-scream.

It wasn't, she tried to convince herself as he quickly found the correct rhythm to drive her insane, that she was a screamer. Or that he was just that good (dear god, but he was good). It was just that it had been a long time since a man had manipulated her body. And this was him. Jack. She didn't let herself think his name again as he bent his head to lick her collarbone, fingers and hands shifting position as she leaned back on the desk.

"More, sir." Please. But she wasn't about to beg.

He seemed to sense that, and didn't say anything as he increased his pace and slid another finger into her.

She let out a softly guttural moan when he freed one of her breasts and bit down on the already sensitive nipple. He immediately pulled back. "Quiet, Major."

God. "Please..." She'd stay quiet. Really, she'd stay quiet, if he'd just get his mouth back on--and then he did, lips closing over the nipple again, sucking and tugging until the sensations dropped her off the edge, and she came, mouth open, voice hoarse as she strangled her cry down to nothing more than a soft moan.

His fingers continued moving, his thumb pressed down harder, and she growled, trying to slide away from him. "Sir--"

Moving against her, he left off playing with her breasts and grabbed the back of her head, kissing her almost savagely, fingers speeding up, thumb pressing. It didn't take long before the pent-up tension made her come again, though less intensely. She let him drink down her cry of pleasure.

The fingers moving within her slowed until they'd stopped completely and she broke the kiss to lean her forehead against his chin, shuddering and gasping for breath. "Jesus, sir--"

"Ssshhh, Major." He kissed her shoulder and slowly released her, stepping back.

"Your turn, Colonel."

"I--"

She stepped away from the desk, not caring that she was half-undressed. She pointed at the desk. "Sit, sir."

"Carter."

Her left hand grabbed the front of his flight suit while her right slid down and rubbed across him. He groaned. "Shut up, and behave. Sir."

"Yes, Major," he managed, moving to lean against the desk.

She eyed him for a moment, then grabbed the swivel chair and dropped onto it in front of him. Just the right height. She smirked up at him before unzipping his flight suit from the bottom, and reaching into his regulation boxers to pull him out. "Hrm. Nice."

Colonel O'Neill didn't have a chance to reply as Major Carter's mouth closed around him, and his head dropped back, his lips clamping closed on a groan of pleasure.

She chuckled, and the vibration on his cock made his head spin. He place a hand behind him on the desk then reached down to stroke her hair as she expertly licked and sucked at him, driving him insane.

One hand slid inside his flight suit and boxers, reaching down to caress his balls, gauging his reactions by his panting and the little sounds and shifts he made until she skillfully sucked him to climax. His explosion was silent, one hand tangled in her hair, holding her closer.

She swallowed expertly, ignoring the taste and enjoying the feel of him slowly softening and sliding out of her mouth.

"Good job, Carter."

Sam finished sucking him clean and sat back in the chair, licking her lips. "My pleasure, sir."

Before either of them could continue their conversation, there was a knock on the door. "Colonel O'Neill, sir. General Hammond would like to speak to you and Major Carter."

"Just a moment!" He called, quickly standing and zipping his flight suit closed while Carter did the same.

Sam glanced up and caught him looking at her now-closed suit with something akin to wistfulness.

"Ready, Major?"

She reached up and ruffled his hair. "Anytime, sir."

And, hey, since the world was ending, she doubted she'd ever have to make good on that promise.

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