With a well-placed foot and just the right amount of pressure she had Jack pinned in seconds. Straddling his stomach, restraining his hands above his head, Sam grinned triumphantly. "Now am I cleared for duty?" she asked sweetly.
Jack merely quirked an eyebrow -- and reversed their positions. He pressed into her, his hips cradled between her thighs, their palms pressed together alongside her head. Even as she watched, something in his gaze shifted and their fingers entwined as he lowered his lips to hers, pulling back after a long moment.
"I'd say you're in excellent shape," he murmured huskily.
--end--
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