OMG. I'm so out of practice.syxpApril 3 2015, 04:29:21 UTC
The first time he kisses her, she almost panics and pulls away. The urge is so strong, she has to lean in and hold on just to counter it. It's awkward and amazing, and she feels like a teenager making out with a boy in her parents' living room. They're not teenagers, and the only people around to catch them are Daniel and Teal'c. She can still hear their low voices drifting through the open door to her deck.
For a moment, she wishes she hadn't invited them, because she knows where this is going, and she's not sure she has the will power to put if off until they leave. She feels like a horrible person when the thought crosses her mind, but Jack is working his way down her neck now and she's not sure how she can walk back outside and make small talk when she can still taste him.
Jack presses his forehead against hers and she can feel him making an effort to regain his composure. She wants to make him lose it all over again. "Fuck," he says like he's lost access to all of his other words.
"Yeah," she agrees, laughing even though the situation doesn't feel all that funny to her.
She's still pressed tight against him when Daniel appears in the doorway. He's embarrassingly unsurprised to find them standing together in the dim room. "Should we-" Daniel pauses, staring at them with so much open amusement Sam wants to shoot him. "Leave?" he finishes.
Jack answers before she can say yes. "No," he says. He squeezes her hand. A promise to pick up where they left off. "I still owe Teal'c a hot dog."
Sam still can't be sure she won't tell Daniel to grab Teal'c and go so she doesn't comment. She waits for Daniel to leave before opening her mouth. "I'm not sure that was the right answer," she tells Jack, running her hands over his chest for emphasis.
"Jesus Christ, Carter," he mutters and wraps his hands low on her waist. "This BBQ was your idea. Stop torturing me."
It's then that she realizes how hard it's going to be to watch him go. Taking the job in DC was the right thing to do, and it definitely has its perks. But she's going to miss this. Daniel and Teal'c are going to miss him too, and there are no perks for them in this new arrangement. Maybe another few hours won't kill her. Maybe.
"Come on," she says. "Let's go feed Teal'c before he gets cranky."
I forgot to post this part.syxpMay 14 2015, 14:42:05 UTC
She makes it through the next few hours, but only barely.
Daniel manages to keep a straight face when they go back outside, and Teal’c doesn’t even raise an eyebrow. Sam suspects they’d both realized why she and Jack had been gone far too long for a simple trip to the kitchen to fetch buns.
She sits with Daniel and Teal’c, leaving Jack in charge of the meat. He’s done nothing but bitch about her grill since he saw it--too big, too shiny, too propane fueled. But he’s quiet now, and she watches his back, reveling in the sudden shift of her world.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to leave, Sam?”
Her face feels hot in the cool evening breeze. Only a small part of that is due to embarrassment. It takes a lot of effort to tamp down all the thoughts in her head. She thinks it should be easier. It’s something she’s been doing for a long time. “Yes, Daniel. I’m sure.”
“Well, I don’t really believe you,” Daniel says, and that’s okay because Sam doesn’t believe it either. “What do you think, Teal’c?”
“I believe we should stay, Daniel Jackson. I have waited a long time for this.”
Sam almost chokes on her beer, and Jack appears over Teal’c’s shoulder with a plate of slightly burnt hot dogs. “A long time for what?” he asks. Sam isn’t sure how much of the conversation he caught.
“I was referring to the hot dogs, O’Neill. We have been waiting far too long.”
“Nice save, Teal’c,” she says.
Jack drags a chair close to her and spends the rest of the evening casually touching her--his arm on the back of her chair stroking the skin above her collar, his knee resting against her thigh. It’s maddening, and she finds herself missing most of the conversation going on around her.
Sometime around midnight, she walks Daniel and Teal’c to the door. Jack hangs back on the deck pretending to clean up. He’s not fooling anyone, but it’s a little less awkward getting rid of Daniel and Teal’c without him.
Daniel gives her a hug before walking out. “You know we’re happy for you guys, right?”
Hearing him say that means more than she expected. She’s always viewed her feelings for Jack as a weakness, and part of her expects that sort of judgement from others. She’s not naive enough to think that day won’t come, but at least it won’t come from the people she cares about. “Thanks, Daniel.”
Jack is still on the deck when she works up the nerve to go find him. He’s standing at the railing, looking out over a lawn he can’t see. The clouds shift for a moment, and the moon peeks out to paint everything in flat tones of silver. It feels like an omen. Good or bad, she doesn’t know. The inexperienced teenager feeling comes rolling over her again, but she crosses the deck anyway, and wraps her arms around his waist.
“So,” she says over his shoulder.
“So,” he repeats. It feels like the most important conversation they’ve ever had. “Where were we before Daniel so rudely interrupted?”
“In the kitchen?”
He turns around and she moves her hands up to his shoulders. “Nope,” he says. “I think we were right ...here.” He punctuates the sentence with a kiss that moves down her neck and lingers over her collarbone. It’s a kiss with a lot of intent behind it, like it has big plans for the immediate future.
She’s not sure they’ll make it back inside, but at this point, she doesn’t really care. The deck has a lot of possibilities too. “Yes,” she says. “That seems about right.”
The first time he kisses her, she almost panics and pulls away. The urge is so strong, she has to lean in and hold on just to counter it. It's awkward and amazing, and she feels like a teenager making out with a boy in her parents' living room. They're not teenagers, and the only people around to catch them are Daniel and Teal'c. She can still hear their low voices drifting through the open door to her deck.
For a moment, she wishes she hadn't invited them, because she knows where this is going, and she's not sure she has the will power to put if off until they leave. She feels like a horrible person when the thought crosses her mind, but Jack is working his way down her neck now and she's not sure how she can walk back outside and make small talk when she can still taste him.
Jack presses his forehead against hers and she can feel him making an effort to regain his composure. She wants to make him lose it all over again. "Fuck," he says like he's lost access to all of his other words.
"Yeah," she agrees, laughing even though the situation doesn't feel all that funny to her.
She's still pressed tight against him when Daniel appears in the doorway. He's embarrassingly unsurprised to find them standing together in the dim room. "Should we-" Daniel pauses, staring at them with so much open amusement Sam wants to shoot him. "Leave?" he finishes.
Jack answers before she can say yes. "No," he says. He squeezes her hand. A promise to pick up where they left off. "I still owe Teal'c a hot dog."
Sam still can't be sure she won't tell Daniel to grab Teal'c and go so she doesn't comment. She waits for Daniel to leave before opening her mouth. "I'm not sure that was the right answer," she tells Jack, running her hands over his chest for emphasis.
"Jesus Christ, Carter," he mutters and wraps his hands low on her waist. "This BBQ was your idea. Stop torturing me."
It's then that she realizes how hard it's going to be to watch him go. Taking the job in DC was the right thing to do, and it definitely has its perks. But she's going to miss this. Daniel and Teal'c are going to miss him too, and there are no perks for them in this new arrangement. Maybe another few hours won't kill her. Maybe.
"Come on," she says. "Let's go feed Teal'c before he gets cranky."
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Daniel is such a kill joy. Or technically more of a cockblock. But Teal'c does need to be fed.
No one else needs to write fic at the rate you are going. (Keep going)
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OMG, I love you. And I heartily dislike Daniel right now.
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She makes it through the next few hours, but only barely.
Daniel manages to keep a straight face when they go back outside, and Teal’c doesn’t even raise an eyebrow. Sam suspects they’d both realized why she and Jack had been gone far too long for a simple trip to the kitchen to fetch buns.
She sits with Daniel and Teal’c, leaving Jack in charge of the meat. He’s done nothing but bitch about her grill since he saw it--too big, too shiny, too propane fueled. But he’s quiet now, and she watches his back, reveling in the sudden shift of her world.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to leave, Sam?”
Her face feels hot in the cool evening breeze. Only a small part of that is due to embarrassment. It takes a lot of effort to tamp down all the thoughts in her head. She thinks it should be easier. It’s something she’s been doing for a long time. “Yes, Daniel. I’m sure.”
“Well, I don’t really believe you,” Daniel says, and that’s okay because Sam doesn’t believe it either. “What do you think, Teal’c?”
“I believe we should stay, Daniel Jackson. I have waited a long time for this.”
Sam almost chokes on her beer, and Jack appears over Teal’c’s shoulder with a plate of slightly burnt hot dogs. “A long time for what?” he asks. Sam isn’t sure how much of the conversation he caught.
“I was referring to the hot dogs, O’Neill. We have been waiting far too long.”
“Nice save, Teal’c,” she says.
Jack drags a chair close to her and spends the rest of the evening casually touching her--his arm on the back of her chair stroking the skin above her collar, his knee resting against her thigh. It’s maddening, and she finds herself missing most of the conversation going on around her.
Sometime around midnight, she walks Daniel and Teal’c to the door. Jack hangs back on the deck pretending to clean up. He’s not fooling anyone, but it’s a little less awkward getting rid of Daniel and Teal’c without him.
Daniel gives her a hug before walking out. “You know we’re happy for you guys, right?”
Hearing him say that means more than she expected. She’s always viewed her feelings for Jack as a weakness, and part of her expects that sort of judgement from others. She’s not naive enough to think that day won’t come, but at least it won’t come from the people she cares about. “Thanks, Daniel.”
Jack is still on the deck when she works up the nerve to go find him. He’s standing at the railing, looking out over a lawn he can’t see. The clouds shift for a moment, and the moon peeks out to paint everything in flat tones of silver. It feels like an omen. Good or bad, she doesn’t know. The inexperienced teenager feeling comes rolling over her again, but she crosses the deck anyway, and wraps her arms around his waist.
“So,” she says over his shoulder.
“So,” he repeats. It feels like the most important conversation they’ve ever had. “Where were we before Daniel so rudely interrupted?”
“In the kitchen?”
He turns around and she moves her hands up to his shoulders. “Nope,” he says. “I think we were right ...here.” He punctuates the sentence with a kiss that moves down her neck and lingers over her collarbone. It’s a kiss with a lot of intent behind it, like it has big plans for the immediate future.
She’s not sure they’ll make it back inside, but at this point, she doesn’t really care. The deck has a lot of possibilities too. “Yes,” she says. “That seems about right.”
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