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Teal'c stared up at the incensed major, her chest heaving with the results of her furious dash down the hall. He breathed in deep the sweet aroma of melted chocolate and something stirred in his belly. He met her sapphire gaze and felt an electrical connection.

She nodded slightly in understanding. "Colonel, Daniel, would you excuse us?" she asked the pair of observers.

"I don't know if that's such…yeah ok. Come on Daniel," Jack said, being astute enough to know when to retreat. Whatever revenge his second planned on exacting upon the Jaffa, the less witnesses the better. He'd eventually get Teal'c to spill anyway.

Sam escorted them to the door and locked it behind them. She turned back to Teal'c, unbuttoning her fatigue top as she went. "You have been very, very bad," she purred.

Unrepentant he licked the chocolate off his face, his tongue nearly reaching the tip of his nose. "I have committed a transgression," he stated, carefully laying the half-empty wrapper aside. "Transgressions should be punished."

Sam tossed her shirt aside and knelt before him. "Oh yeah they should be punished. Quite… severely…" she said between licks as she lowered her head to lick the melted sweet off his café au lait face. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked coquettishly, running her hands down his chest and pulling his shirt from his waist band.

"Whatever you want," he responded. He leaned back and straightened his legs until he was propped on his elbows with her kneeling between his thighs.

"You know what I want." She leaned over him, lowering her mouth to his. She could taste the sweet creaminess upon his tongue as it dueled with hers.

Supporting herself on her left arm she snaked her right hand down to his waist, nimbly un-buckling his belt and undoing his pants. She felt his large hands pulling her t-shirt out of her waistband, sliding under her shirt and pushing their way under her bra, moving it aside. His right hand fondled her breast as his left hand went to work on her belt. She broke the kiss and gasped as he pinched her hardening nipple between his finger and thumb.

In retaliation she burrowed into his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his hardening length. She could feel it straining against the restraint of his pants as her hand stroked its silken surface.

With a feral growl he rolled them, candy bar wrappers crinkling angrily as they were smashed under her body. Using both hands he quickly removed her pants and shirt, tossing the items negligently behind him, knocking over one of his candelabra. It caught the corner of Sam's eye as the mellow citrine colored wax pillar rolled across the floor, spilling molten wax as it rolled.

"I think you forgot the purpose of this mission," she said, rolling them back over so Teal'c was again on the bottom. "You're the bad boy here," she said, grabbing the neck of his t-shirt and pulling, the material tearing under her grasp. She knelt astride him, purposefully keeping her naked bottom away from his straining erection, which was peeking, proudly out of his open fly.

She bent over and ran her tongue over his chest, nipping as she went. He responded by wrapping his hands around her waist, trying to push her where he wanted her. She dug her feet into the floor and bit him hard. "Aahah. Not yet." She reached over and picked up his half-eaten chocolate bar. "This is mine, not yours. And you have to learn that a woman's chocolate should be respected." As she spoke she broke off squares of the chocolate and laid them on his chest. She saw his eyes lower as he tried to focus on the succulent sweets melting from the heat from his large muscles.

She lowered her mouth and licked at a tiny puddle of chocolate. He watched her eyes close in pleasure as she swallowed the sweet. She licked her lips and looked playfully at him. "Do you want some?" She ran her finger through another puddle of chocolate, lifting it up on her finger.

Wordlessly he nodded and she stuck her sweet laden finger in his mouth. He sucked it, not breaking her gaze. Still maintaining his silence he ran his fingers across his chest and then smeared the chocolate across her naked breasts, the brown streaks tinted golden in the candlelight. He then sat up, keeping her on his lap as he lowered his head to her chest, licking the chocolate off with his warm wet tongue. She could feel his erection against her backside as she wrapped her hands around his head, pushing his mouth to her breast.
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and she could feel her juices running down her leg, cool even in the warm air of his room. His mouth left her breast and he ran his tongue between her breasts, lapping the sweat from the tiny notch at the base of her throat.

She threw her head back as he lowered his hand from her waist to tickle the soft mat of hair at the apex of her thighs. She felt one finger worm its way through the folds of her sex and hover at her threshold. "What do you want?" he whispered, his finger teasing her, brushing the edge of her clitoris but not going where she wanted it.

She opened her eyes and placed her hands on his chest. Giving him a gentle shove she pushed him back down. Bracing herself against his massive chest she lifted her bottom and poised her opening over his penis, barely brushing the weeping head. He again tried to push her down, his erection straining to attain its goal. She responded by tweaking his nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Tell me you're sorry," she demanded.

He tightened his grip, not quite but almost attaining bruising strength as the smell of her arousal reached his nostrils, mingling with the scent of candle wax and chocolate. She responded by squeezing harder, making him gasp in unexpected pain. "I want my apology," she insisted, bracing her legs as he tried to force his way in.

Teal'c lay beneath her desperate to bury himself within her depths. He could feel tiny drips of her juices upon his shaft, which was painfully hard. He removed one hand from her waist and plunged it between her legs, his fingers seeking where his manhood could not go. She responded by letting herself fall to his chest, pressing her breasts to him and trapping his hand between them. She playfully pointed at him, her finger waving before his face. "Apologize," she demanded.

He tried to maneuver his hand, knowing that if he could just make her climax he could go where he so desperately wanted to go. She tilted her hips, firmly pressing down and trapping his hand. He felt her reach for something, and then she sat back up, his arm pinioned between her thighs and his abdomen. Removing his gaze from her face he focused upon her hand and the object that she held. It was one of his candles. She lit it from one of the others and held it over his bare chest. "What do you say?" she asked. He held his tongue as he brought his left hand up to her breast, fondling her nipple. She gasped and set the candle aside, grabbing his free arm. Moving with a speed he didn't know she had, she pushed it to the floor and knelt on it with her knee, removing his last bit of resistance.

She picked up the candle and held it over his chest again, a mischievous look on her face. "Now what do you say?" With a defiant look he pressed his lips shut. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." She tilted the candle and he gasped as a few drops of hot wax splashed on his chest. He tried to buck his hips and unseat her but she anticipated the move, shifting her weight. The movement made more of the candle wax spill, falling on his sensitized nipple. He moaned at the pleasure-pain. He felt his erection strain again and knew his limit was reached. "I am sorry," he gasped.

"What did you say?" she asked, tilting her head playfully.

"I said I am sorry," he ground out.

She smiled broadly and set the candle down, taking his face in her hands. "Good." she kissed him soundly as she placed her weight on her left knee, lifting her bottom and unerringly sliding herself onto him.

He moaned into her mouth at the sensation of her hot depths taking him fully, aided by gravity and her complete arousal. "Now show me," she whispered, raising her right knee to free his hand.

He grabbed her hips and raised her body; nearly pulling it off him, then back down again. This time she moaned into his mouth as she felt the tip of his penis pushing deep inside her, his warm hardness stretching her, filling her.

He rolled them over and she felt the soft squishiness of melted chocolate against her back as he brought his hands up to her shoulders, bracing her body as he thrust again and again, each time his scrotum bumping against the sensitive skin of her bottom.

He covered her mouth with his as he quickened the pace, his guttural cries mingling with her moans as they both pushed towards completion. With one last desperate thrust he slammed into her, his body spilling as she fell over the edge, both now at the mercy of their body's instinctive reactions as her muscles automatically milked him.

He collapsed onto her, a welcome weight as they both panted. "Please forgive me…"

"Major Carter?" A loud voice jerked Sam awake.

Startled she raised her head from the counter to see an airman standing at the door to her lab. "What?" She demanded, confused. She glanced around the lab, she was in her lab not….An equally quick glance confirmed that she was properly attired…that was a good thing but…

"This came for you ma'am, earlier today. It sorta got a little lost," He apologized, handing her a medium sized parcel.

"What time is it?" she asked, taking the package and running her fingers through her tousled hair.

"0124," he said sympathetically.

"Ooh. Thank you airman." He turned and left the room, shaking his head slightly.

Sam watched him go then slumped over her desk. 'What the hell was going on? Erotic dreams about a teammate…. Oh God you need a life,' she thought, absently opening the package. She'd just go home, take a nice cold shower. Just hormones, had to be just hormones. It was about that time.

The paper fell free and she looked at the objects contained within, courtesy of a friend of hers stationed in the UK. With a startled cry she dropped the gifts as though they were made of acid and fled the room, leaving the light on which reflected off the shiny burgundy and orange surface of the Galaxy Bars her friend sent her each month.

~Fin~

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