"I want you." Hard muscle. Strong. Male, musky, aroused. Mouth to mouth, but he would not open.

"Why? I mean, no!" Distance, loss. "Carter, this is a little—"

Mouths, again, open this time. Hands under clothes. Growl, dominance, alpha male in action. She whined submission, but kept up the pressure. Clothes tearing; free at last. Flesh on flesh. Cold hard floor. Mouths everywhere…

Captain Samantha Carter, Ph.D., USAF, shot upright in bed.