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Colonel O'Neill reacted just in time to catch his new second-in-command as she was thrown into the room behind him. With a loud bang, his back hit the wall and they crumpled to the floor in a tangled mass of arms and legs.

"Sorry, sir," Sam groaned trying to scramble off of him, but their tack vests had become tangled, throwing her off balance. With an unladylike oomph, she collapsed back onto his chest. Startled, her knee connected with a particularly sensitive spot making him wince.

"Hold still," he ordered, wrapping an arm around her waist and grabbing her offending knee with his other hand and pulling it out from between his legs. As her hips settled firmly against his, legs straddling him, they both froze. Her hands were pinned between them, her face inches above his as her pale blue eyes locked with his.

"Carter," he said carefully, not wanting to spook her into moving too fast. "Our vests are snagged together."

"Oh," she breathed, as if only trying to rationalize why was holding her in such an intimate embrace.

"Can you get us unstuck," he would laugh at her expression if his body wasn't already starting to respond to the way her heat pressed against him. He hadn't known her long, but he knew Samantha Carter was very rarely rendered speechless.

"The vests," he motioned his head to the area between them watched as her brain connected what he said with what was happening.

"On it, sir," she finally said, maneuvering her body to get a better look at where their vests were stuck together.

Jack gritted his teeth and willed his body to behave, but when she wiggled her hips again, he growled. "Any time, Carter."

"Sorry, sir," her face had turned a pretty shade of pink. "If I can just get my hand—" With a quick snap, her vest sprang free from his.

As she immediately sat up, her eyes widened. In this position, he knew she could feel his erection pressing intimately against her.

"It's just my sidearm," he said as she scrambled off of him.

"Yes, sir," she replied like a good soldier, but the look on her face belied her words.

"Carter—," he didn't know what to say to make this situation okay. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable; he was beginning to enjoy having her on his team.

"Don't worry about it sir," she said, but then added with a straight face. "But I do recommend finding a safer place to carry your sidearm. What would happen if it discharged prematurely?"

This time it was Jack who was rendered speechless as he watched her turn around and start to work on how to escape. Yep, he was really beginning to like his new second-in-command.