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Willbeposting this to mini!otp as well. Sorry for the crossposts.
Fic for Stars_Like_dust and Kym....
Not mine. Yadda yadda. Spoilers for Fragile Balance, yadda yadda.
for kymscrazy (sequel to the earlier piece with Pete)
"There goes my happy ending."
"Huh?"
Sam gestured over her should as she continued stalking around the side of the high school. "The cop."
"Carter, I don't think he's gonna hold a grudge--"
"No." She stopped and looked at him. "Detective Shanahan is dating Samantha Carter."
"Huh." Jack eyed her speculatively. "So that's why you wiped the grass with his ass."
"Kind of." Suddenly uncomfortable with her strangely angry reaction to the hapless detective, Sam sighed. "I just -- what does she SEE in him? I mean, it's not like he even holds a *candle* to you." She paused and eyed him, "Don't let that go to your head."
"Never." He drawled, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
She eyed him. "Don't make me hit you."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Ja-ack."
"C'mon, lets go find something nefarious to do." He waggled his eyebrows, "Sex in the janitor's closet appeal to you?"
"Only if you want a mop up your ass."
He winced. "Fine."
She stopped him again. "Jack?"
"Hrm?"
"You -- he...." She trailed off, uncertain as to what she was thinking. Or wanting to say.
"He'll live."
But she knew Jack O'Neill (as well as you can know a man trapped in a boy's body), and she wondered as they continued on in search of something to do, if he really would.
-f-
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for stars_like_dust
She is continually surprised at the way he sleeps.
In the beginning, he would sleep like he did when they would (used to) go off-world. Self-contained and very easy to awaken (even on weekends, and Daniel liked to tease him that it meant he should do all the dishes on Saturday mornings), he took exactly his half of the bed and his half of the blanket. On occasion, she would cuddle closer (if she felt cold, or wanted to). But, generally, they kept to their own sides.
Even after they began having sex (and maybe they waited too long, but she isn't going to regret the lag time. Not when she has him now) they would finish and settle into their accustomed places.
But that had slowly begun to change. So subtly that she hadn't noticed until she woke up one morning before the alarm clock (a habit she really wished she could break herself of) and found him sprawled out. He was on his stomach, one arm looped over her waist, a leg tangled with hers and his other arm tucked under his head which was turned towards her.
Since then, she has begun paying more attention. On the nights when they can sleep in, he sprawls. He cuddles and (well) clings. Not that she minds. There is something incredibly comfortable in having him half-draped on her when she wakes in the morning.
Daniel has walked in on them exactly once. He later told her they could make more noise, next time. Just to warn him so he didn't do *that* again. She told him he only had himself to blame.
When it's late and he's fallen asleep she sometimes considers what the older versions of them are doing.
Probably not this.
Which makes her sad -- because Sam Carter (in any reality) should know how incredibly nice it is to have Jack O'Neill sprawled in her bed.
Usually after these thoughts she settles down closer, doing her own version of clinging with her arm underneath him and her head tucked under his chin. On the really depressing nights, she wakes him up and turns him so he can hold her closer. He's always too sleepy to really notice.
But sometimes she wonders if he understands.
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Fic for Stars_Like_dust and Kym....
Not mine. Yadda yadda. Spoilers for Fragile Balance, yadda yadda.
for kymscrazy (sequel to the earlier piece with Pete)
"There goes my happy ending."
"Huh?"
Sam gestured over her should as she continued stalking around the side of the high school. "The cop."
"Carter, I don't think he's gonna hold a grudge--"
"No." She stopped and looked at him. "Detective Shanahan is dating Samantha Carter."
"Huh." Jack eyed her speculatively. "So that's why you wiped the grass with his ass."
"Kind of." Suddenly uncomfortable with her strangely angry reaction to the hapless detective, Sam sighed. "I just -- what does she SEE in him? I mean, it's not like he even holds a *candle* to you." She paused and eyed him, "Don't let that go to your head."
"Never." He drawled, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
She eyed him. "Don't make me hit you."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Ja-ack."
"C'mon, lets go find something nefarious to do." He waggled his eyebrows, "Sex in the janitor's closet appeal to you?"
"Only if you want a mop up your ass."
He winced. "Fine."
She stopped him again. "Jack?"
"Hrm?"
"You -- he...." She trailed off, uncertain as to what she was thinking. Or wanting to say.
"He'll live."
But she knew Jack O'Neill (as well as you can know a man trapped in a boy's body), and she wondered as they continued on in search of something to do, if he really would.
-f-
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for stars_like_dust
She is continually surprised at the way he sleeps.
In the beginning, he would sleep like he did when they would (used to) go off-world. Self-contained and very easy to awaken (even on weekends, and Daniel liked to tease him that it meant he should do all the dishes on Saturday mornings), he took exactly his half of the bed and his half of the blanket. On occasion, she would cuddle closer (if she felt cold, or wanted to). But, generally, they kept to their own sides.
Even after they began having sex (and maybe they waited too long, but she isn't going to regret the lag time. Not when she has him now) they would finish and settle into their accustomed places.
But that had slowly begun to change. So subtly that she hadn't noticed until she woke up one morning before the alarm clock (a habit she really wished she could break herself of) and found him sprawled out. He was on his stomach, one arm looped over her waist, a leg tangled with hers and his other arm tucked under his head which was turned towards her.
Since then, she has begun paying more attention. On the nights when they can sleep in, he sprawls. He cuddles and (well) clings. Not that she minds. There is something incredibly comfortable in having him half-draped on her when she wakes in the morning.
Daniel has walked in on them exactly once. He later told her they could make more noise, next time. Just to warn him so he didn't do *that* again. She told him he only had himself to blame.
When it's late and he's fallen asleep she sometimes considers what the older versions of them are doing.
Probably not this.
Which makes her sad -- because Sam Carter (in any reality) should know how incredibly nice it is to have Jack O'Neill sprawled in her bed.
Usually after these thoughts she settles down closer, doing her own version of clinging with her arm underneath him and her head tucked under his chin. On the really depressing nights, she wakes him up and turns him so he can hold her closer. He's always too sleepy to really notice.
But sometimes she wonders if he understands.
-f-