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Sam was finally home and ready for a decent nights’ sleep and a few days off. It had been a long two weeks trying to convince Colonel O’Neill to become visible again. They hadn’t even made it back to the gate before he had started his pranks. He was like an excited toddler but with the stealth of a black ops specialist and a wicked streak that was hard to curb.
Sam went straight to her bedroom, feeling mentally exhausted after what felt like two weeks of hide and go seek and sexual frustration. The Colonel’s pranks had started out cute and funny. They had been aimed mostly at Daniel, which of course, had made them funnier. But they had taken a more serious and borderline nature when Sam had entered the SG1 locker room and started to undress. After a cursory glance around the room, her haste meant she was without pants and taking off her shirt when she heard a suspicious cough.
The worst it had got was the shower incident and Sam is still not certain whether he left the locker room or not but she tried her hardest not to dwell. She had dressed in the shower cubical, getting the cuffs of her pants wet, and left the locker room quickly.
Sam had realised she could tell when he was in a room based on his scent. She hadn’t noticed it really beforehand, but she would catch a hint of his aftershave, or deodorant she wasn’t sure, and it told her he was or had recently been there. It also made her pulse quicken. A flush started rising from her collar and stained her cheeks.
As she undressed for a shower in the privacy of her ensuite, she could feel her mind wandering, dwelling on his scent, the way it made her feel and some of the thoughts she had been fighting for the last few weeks. To be fair she had been fighting them for the last seven years with some moments being much harder than others. There were the lingering looks and touches, the way he played dumb just to get her to laugh, and even the way he infuriated her and made her want to drag him into a storage cupboard and have her way with him.
Sam shook her head as she stepped into the hot shower spray. She prepared for a full beauty routine with all the creams and scrubs, plus washing and shaving. The water hot, she started with a sugar scrub and instantly her skin felt alive and silky. Closing her eyes as she moved her hands over her arms, onto her chest, down her breasts, across her firm stomach and down her legs. She moved back up and tentatively moved her fingers between her legs. Her breath hitched and she quickly moved her hands across her buttocks. As she rinsed off her mind imagined hands that were not her own and her skin erupted with goosebumps.
Sam got out, dried herself and was careful not to press between her legs. It had been a long week and the release of tension would do her well. Sam lay on her bed, her lamp the only light in her room. Her skin flushed, still coloured from the heat of the shower and littered with goosebumps. She reached into her nightstand and sighed as she closed her eyes.
Sam felt some lingering embarrassment at the fantasies that had fueled her recent activities. She stood and dressed in loose pajama pants and a tank top and padded out to her kitchen. Before going to bed she needed to eat. Sam went to her kitchen and couldn’t get the picture of him out of her mind. She got a glass of wine, cheese and crackers and sat on her couch, her skin still humming and her mind trying desperately to take in the documentary she had settled on before she went to bed.