Nothing like a nice hot shower
Title: Nothing like a nice hot shower / THE 7-DAY CHALLENGE #2
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: temptation
Fandom: SG-1
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo
Character/Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter
Genre: I guess you could say suspense...and a little crack!fic with the potential for smut later
Word count: 701
Disclamer: I don't own SG1 or the characters, nor do I make money writing these fics
Summary: All Sam wants is a nice hot shower...
Sam sighed as she made her way into the locker room, not thinking to double check the sign on the door that indicated if it was "male" space or "female" space. At this point, she didn't really care, anyway. All she wanted was a long hot shower before she headed home to relax for the night. She would have just gone straight home but was covered in mud and stiff and sore and not ready for a motorcycle ride down the mountain just yet.
She sank gratefully onto the bench in front of her locker and had just begun to take off her boots when she heard it - a distinctively male groan of appreciation coming from the direction of the showers. She froze when the male groaned again. She knew that voice almost as well as she knew her own.
She knew she should back quietly out of the locker room and wait until he was done. Not only was it against regs for males and females to shower at the same time, it was a huge no-no to shower with - at the same time as - your male CO. Your very fit, very attractive, male CO -
Sam shook her head and started to tie her boot back up when Jack spoke, startling her.
"Carter, I know you're out there. I can hear you thinking...makes it hard for a guy to take a relaxing shower." she grinned at the familiar teasing tone in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll just head to my quarters and leave you to that relaxing shower. I'll come back later."
"Don't be silly, Carter. You're already in here...go ahead and get your shower. I promise to be a perfect gentleman."
Sam's breath caught as the teasing tone turned slightly dangerous. She *really* wanted that shower and honestly didn't want to wait. She knew the right thing to do would be to leave him to his business and come back later. But the thought of that shower was so tempting.
She slowly took her boots off and placed them in the bottom of her locker. She started to remove her BDU's, shaking her head at how absurd it felt to be undressing with Jack, wet and naked, just a few feet away, nothing but a thin plastic curtain between them. She felt her heart beat a little faster at the thought of him naked; the locker room seemed to heat up a little, the steam from his shower suffocating her.
"I can't do this" she thought. "I must be nuts." She started to pull her pants back on.
"Carter...the thinking." Jack's infamous warning tone cut through her thoughts.
"Right. Sorry, Sir." she mumbled, feeling her face flush as she quickly finished undressing and wrapped a towel around herself. She grabbed her basket of shower stuff and headed toward the shower farthest away from the one Jack occupied.
She was just about to turn on the water when she heard Jack clear his throat in an obvious attempt to get her attention.
"Yes, Sir?"
"No sense wasting water, Carter. Why don't you just join me? I could use some help washing my back..." No more teasing tone. His voice was thick and throaty and it sent a jolt straight to her center, thickening the tension she'd already felt in the room. So - her CO found her attractive too? She wasn't really surprised. They'd been skating around their growing attraction for year. She was pretty sure even Daniel knew how the felt and he didn't usually notice much of anything outside his books...
"Are...are you sure? Sir?" added as an afterthought, her voice cracking.
"That I can't reach to wash my own back...pretty sure. I mean, it's been my back all my life." And now he was rambling, adorably so.
She quickly made her way to his shower before she had a chance to come to her senses and realize the risk they were taking. The idea of Jack, wet and naked and wanting her, was just too tempting. She had to know what would happen next.
She pulled back the curtain and let her towel drop to the floor...
Part 2 here
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: temptation
Fandom: SG-1
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo
Character/Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter
Genre: I guess you could say suspense...and a little crack!fic with the potential for smut later
Word count: 701
Disclamer: I don't own SG1 or the characters, nor do I make money writing these fics
Summary: All Sam wants is a nice hot shower...
Sam sighed as she made her way into the locker room, not thinking to double check the sign on the door that indicated if it was "male" space or "female" space. At this point, she didn't really care, anyway. All she wanted was a long hot shower before she headed home to relax for the night. She would have just gone straight home but was covered in mud and stiff and sore and not ready for a motorcycle ride down the mountain just yet.
She sank gratefully onto the bench in front of her locker and had just begun to take off her boots when she heard it - a distinctively male groan of appreciation coming from the direction of the showers. She froze when the male groaned again. She knew that voice almost as well as she knew her own.
She knew she should back quietly out of the locker room and wait until he was done. Not only was it against regs for males and females to shower at the same time, it was a huge no-no to shower with - at the same time as - your male CO. Your very fit, very attractive, male CO -
Sam shook her head and started to tie her boot back up when Jack spoke, startling her.
"Carter, I know you're out there. I can hear you thinking...makes it hard for a guy to take a relaxing shower." she grinned at the familiar teasing tone in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll just head to my quarters and leave you to that relaxing shower. I'll come back later."
"Don't be silly, Carter. You're already in here...go ahead and get your shower. I promise to be a perfect gentleman."
Sam's breath caught as the teasing tone turned slightly dangerous. She *really* wanted that shower and honestly didn't want to wait. She knew the right thing to do would be to leave him to his business and come back later. But the thought of that shower was so tempting.
She slowly took her boots off and placed them in the bottom of her locker. She started to remove her BDU's, shaking her head at how absurd it felt to be undressing with Jack, wet and naked, just a few feet away, nothing but a thin plastic curtain between them. She felt her heart beat a little faster at the thought of him naked; the locker room seemed to heat up a little, the steam from his shower suffocating her.
"I can't do this" she thought. "I must be nuts." She started to pull her pants back on.
"Carter...the thinking." Jack's infamous warning tone cut through her thoughts.
"Right. Sorry, Sir." she mumbled, feeling her face flush as she quickly finished undressing and wrapped a towel around herself. She grabbed her basket of shower stuff and headed toward the shower farthest away from the one Jack occupied.
She was just about to turn on the water when she heard Jack clear his throat in an obvious attempt to get her attention.
"Yes, Sir?"
"No sense wasting water, Carter. Why don't you just join me? I could use some help washing my back..." No more teasing tone. His voice was thick and throaty and it sent a jolt straight to her center, thickening the tension she'd already felt in the room. So - her CO found her attractive too? She wasn't really surprised. They'd been skating around their growing attraction for year. She was pretty sure even Daniel knew how the felt and he didn't usually notice much of anything outside his books...
"Are...are you sure? Sir?" added as an afterthought, her voice cracking.
"That I can't reach to wash my own back...pretty sure. I mean, it's been my back all my life." And now he was rambling, adorably so.
She quickly made her way to his shower before she had a chance to come to her senses and realize the risk they were taking. The idea of Jack, wet and naked and wanting her, was just too tempting. She had to know what would happen next.
She pulled back the curtain and let her towel drop to the floor...
Part 2 here