Drabble #1, for havocthecat
For havocthecat, who requested an SG-1/NCIS crossover. This is just this side of not actually being a crossover with anything, but I hope it suits.
150 words exactly. It's a round number. Close enough.
"Carter!"
Dark hair...
"Sir?"
Dark eyes, burning bright.
"Where'd you disappear to last night? We had poker plans!"
The anonymity of a like-minded crowd.
"Colonel, we've had three days of meetings at the Pentagon and a formal reception. Did it occur to you that I might not want to spend our free night playing poker with Major Davis and the rest of his office?"
Her voice, musical and rough, dark with promise.
"No."
"I can make you scream."
"Didn't Daniel bow out too? I distinctly remember a mention of him, Teal'c, and the Kennedy Center."
"Shall we?"
"Poker, Carter. Poker. It's..."
A badge on the table, deliberately ignored.
"...It's math. Poker has odds. Odds have something to do with math. It's perfect for you."
Touch. Heat. Curves, pressing against her.
She smiled weakly. "I needed to get out, Sir. We don't come here often enough to miss the chance."
Fire.
150 words exactly. It's a round number. Close enough.
"Carter!"
Dark hair...
"Sir?"
Dark eyes, burning bright.
"Where'd you disappear to last night? We had poker plans!"
The anonymity of a like-minded crowd.
"Colonel, we've had three days of meetings at the Pentagon and a formal reception. Did it occur to you that I might not want to spend our free night playing poker with Major Davis and the rest of his office?"
Her voice, musical and rough, dark with promise.
"No."
"I can make you scream."
"Didn't Daniel bow out too? I distinctly remember a mention of him, Teal'c, and the Kennedy Center."
"Shall we?"
"Poker, Carter. Poker. It's..."
A badge on the table, deliberately ignored.
"...It's math. Poker has odds. Odds have something to do with math. It's perfect for you."
Touch. Heat. Curves, pressing against her.
She smiled weakly. "I needed to get out, Sir. We don't come here often enough to miss the chance."
Fire.