When Jack yanked the clipboard out of Sam's hands, tossing it aside, he could tell she was annoyed; he kissed her, effectively silencing her protest. There in the Gateroom, beneath the control room window, his hands roamed her body shamelessly, and she responded, eager. For him, though, the experience was falling flat. Regretfully, he pushed her away.
Sam immediately doubled over, laughing.
She straightened, grinning. "Disappointed, Jack?"
"It was lacking something."
"I'd think so. It isn't exactly kissing in the Gateroom when we've closed the base and relocated the Stargate."
"See, I told you that was a bad idea."