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“It’ll be easy. You just have to seduce them.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
"No, I'm not kidding, Sam. Colonel O'Neill and Daniel are a danger to themselves *and* us in their current state. Look what happened to my med team and Teal'c."
"I know. You don’t need to remind me." She'd lost her zat in the fight trying aimlessly to defend Teal'c before she'd had to run to call for medical back-up. "But this isn’t Hathor all over again. We don’t know the effects of the insect bite or whatever it was that did this to them makes them, you know…”
“Horny?” she supplied with a smirk. “Well, without getting them back to the SGC and running a blood test, I can’t confirm it, but their aggressive behaviour suggests a spike in testosterone, and that would suggest…”
“Okay, okay. Fine. But why do I have to do it?"
"Just get them both distracted, and then then I’ll come up from behind and knock them out with this,” she said, showing a pair of identical syringes from her med kit.
“This isn’t going to work. I might be able to hold the Colonel’s attention,” she said, feeling a heat of embarrassment shooting up her neckline, “but we both know your charm will work much better on Daniel.”
“Seriously?”
“He likes you, Janet. Trust me on that,” and she was pleased to see her friend blush as furiously as she herself was.
A snapping twig made them both spin on the spot, and Sam drew her weapon, pointing it at a frenzied-looking Colonel O’Neill who was ducking behind a bush. A smattering of leaves decorated his hair, and he was sporting a blackened jaw where she was pretty sure Teal’c had taken a shot at him in self-defence earlier.
“Looks like you’re up first, Sam,” Janet whispered, retreating quickly and stealthily into the brush behind them.
She stood on the spot, alone, her heart pounding against her ribcage at light speed as she faced what felt akin to a tiger in the jungle. A caw from an alien crow made her jump, and in her moment of distraction, he pounced from his hiding spot at frightening speed, knocking her P90 aside, and both were thrown to the ground.
“Sir, you’re hurting me. Get off me,” she pleaded, but it was no use.
He didn’t seem to be able to speak. She wasn’t even sure if he could even comprehend her. He simply gave a snarl-like noise as he pinned her hands together with one hand, before taking aim with his other, closed fist.
Survival instinct took over. All memory of Janet being on stand-by was thrown from her mind as she dodged his lunge. With all her might, she rolled them both over, and successfully straddled him with her on top as he writhed beneath, trying to throw her off.
“You don’t want to fight me, Sir. I know you want me, instead,” she growled in the most seductive voice she could muster.
To her relief, he froze, his struggling immediately ceasing.
His gaze locked with hers. His eyes were wild and wide. His expression frightened her, but she knew her strategy was working.
With a lick of his lips, without any sign of hesitation, he propelled himself up to her and took her mouth with a hungry kiss.
He maimed her with his tongue, greedily seeking entry, ravenously exploring her mouth, his hot taste pummeling her senses. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know if it was from fear, or from being extremely turned on, but she couldn't help surrendering to him, allowing him to roam and explore and claim her.
He suddenly flipped her on her back, making her grunt in pain as her shoulder blade hit a tree root, but the Colonel seemed to take her voiced moan as a sign of pleasure. He gave a soundless grin, before tearing off his shirt, then made a move to remove her own.
As he bent forwards on his knees over her, both hands pulling up her shirt, she felt a hardness pressing against her core. His hardness. She suddenly, desperately craved him. She knew the Colonel was out of control, and wasn’t himself, but she wanted him. She wanted to let this happen.
As her black shirt was lifted over her head, briefly covering her eyes, from the blackness there came a sudden yelp, before a giant, warm weight slumped on top of her, knocking the wind out of her.
Panting, she pulled her shirt back down to see Janet standing above her- with the Colonel slumped face-down and unconscious across her torso- wearing the hugest, shit-eating grin.
“Well, you certainly put on a convincing show, Sam. Looks like you enjoyed that,” she said, with a wink.
She couldn’t help feeling disappointed as she gingerly removed the Colonel from on top of her and rolled him to the side, then stood up and rearranged herself and her clothes, trying hard to ignore the pulsing need that had built in her clitoris. God, his erection had been pressing against there just moments ago. She couldn’t believe she’d practically forgotten that Janet had been there, watching everything. Watching her get so turned on that she was prepared to let her CO have his way with her right here on the forest floor. She felt so embarrassed.
“Is he okay?” she finally asked, having recovered herself enough.
“Yeah, shallow, steady pulse. He’s just unconscious.”
"Good."
A second snapping of a twig drew their attention, and she turned to spot what was unmistakably Daniel’s figure crouching behind a pair of trees in the distance.
“Tag, you’re it,” she said, stretching out her hand for the second syringe, trying not to laugh at the sudden panic-stricken look that had crossed Janet’s face.
Oh boy, were they going to have to leave a large chunk out of their mission reports when they successfully carted the animal-like half of SG-1 back to Earth.