A ficlet. And germs. Only tangentially related.
My week has been very, very germy. It started on Monday afternoon with a toddler with the stomach flu (ugh). Several days later it has progressed to me with a cough, sore throat, and fever. To cheer myself up, I wrote silly fluff (which contains neither illnesses nor toddlers, I promise).
And really, that's my only excuse for this.
Title: Strawberries and Guinness
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Category: Fluff. A little humor.
Summary: Post-wedding trysts and unexpected twists.
Season: Post-Season 10, but no spoilers
Word Count: 636
A/N: For spacegypsy1, who kindly gives me prompts so I have something to do when calling my work-in-progress folder a work-in-progress folder becomes a bit incongruous. This one was ‘buffet’. Titled by binkii822 because my usually over-active title genie must be sick, too. Author’s note is much, much longer than is appropriate for a silly ficlet of this length.
They stood together in a dark, secluded corner; Jack had been enjoying feeding Sam the strawberries they’d filched from the dessert buffet over the protests of the waiter setting it up. As usual, however, Sam had gotten distracted.
“This wedding nearly killed me, you know,” she said. “You have no idea how difficult it is to plan a wedding long-distance.”
Jack managed not to roll his eyes. “I’m not completely ignorant on the subject.”
“Yes, Jack. You’re a very gifted wedding planner. I really appreciate your help.”
“What, just because I don’t treat it like it’s a science experiment, with everything needing to be investigated and recorded in excruciating detail, I’m not any help?”
“No, just because the only thing you care about is the cake. Oh, and the beer. Wouldn’t want to forget the beer.”
“The strawberries are nice,” he said, waving the last one in front of her face.
Sam snatched the berry from his hand and popped it in her mouth whole. “I’m just happy it’s over,” she said when she finally swallowed.
Narrowly resisting the urge to confess exactly how pleased he was that he wouldn’t have to hear one more word about florists, caterers, menus, or seating arrangements, he leaned back against the wall, grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. “You want to know why I’m glad it’s over?”
“Because you hate weddings?” Her question ended in a small, breathy squeak as his hand lightly brushed her breast on the way to cup her face.
His mouth stopped just short of touching hers. “No, because now maybe you’ll pay attention to me again.” When she laughed, softly, he could taste the strawberries on her breath, and he slowly followed the sweet tang to her lips and onward into her mouth, chasing it everywhere he could reach. Her body relaxed against his, hands slipping up his chest to his neck, and the simple feel of her drove him as wild as it ever had.
“Guys.”
The interruption, of course, was inevitable; he ignored it, hoping Sam would follow suit. When she tried to withdraw, he moved a hand to the back of her head. “She’ll go away,” he said softly.
“Guys! Break it up!”
Jack pulled back and scowled at the intruder standing behind Sam. Sam turned around in his arms, her cheeks beginning to flush pink.
Cassie’s gaze shifted back and forth between them; her hands rested on her hips in a gesture that, especially today, was achingly reminiscent of Janet. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one who just got married. So why are you guys behaving like you’re the newlyweds?”
“Force of habit?” Jack asked, resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder.
“You’ve been married almost ten years.”
“I’m a horny old bastard?”
“Possibly true, but definitely gross.”
“We like embarrassing you?” Sam suggested. “It’s retribution for scheduling your wedding three days after your dissertation defense and making us do all the work.”
Cassie grinned. “Now that I believe. And it’s lovely, really. Beautiful. Fabulous food. We’re about to cut the cake, if you’re interested.”
“I like cake.” Jack took Sam’s hand, pulling her after him as he followed Cassie across the room. “It’s got chocolate filling, you know.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Goes well with the strawberries.”
“Probably not with the Guinness, though.”
“Everything goes with Guinness, Carter.” He slid his arm around her waist and spoke softly in her ear. “I booked us the honeymoon suite. Those kids just get a regular room.”
“Jack!” Sam turned her face away, biting back a laugh.
“What? It has a hot tub. And Champagne. Really expensive Champagne, I might add.”
Now she was laughing; turning back to him, she leaned over to kiss his cheek lightly. “Maybe you’re not completely useless at wedding planning after all.”
“I told you so.”
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Timestamp meme sequel here.
And really, that's my only excuse for this.
Title: Strawberries and Guinness
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Category: Fluff. A little humor.
Summary: Post-wedding trysts and unexpected twists.
Season: Post-Season 10, but no spoilers
Word Count: 636
A/N: For spacegypsy1, who kindly gives me prompts so I have something to do when calling my work-in-progress folder a work-in-progress folder becomes a bit incongruous. This one was ‘buffet’. Titled by binkii822 because my usually over-active title genie must be sick, too. Author’s note is much, much longer than is appropriate for a silly ficlet of this length.
They stood together in a dark, secluded corner; Jack had been enjoying feeding Sam the strawberries they’d filched from the dessert buffet over the protests of the waiter setting it up. As usual, however, Sam had gotten distracted.
“This wedding nearly killed me, you know,” she said. “You have no idea how difficult it is to plan a wedding long-distance.”
Jack managed not to roll his eyes. “I’m not completely ignorant on the subject.”
“Yes, Jack. You’re a very gifted wedding planner. I really appreciate your help.”
“What, just because I don’t treat it like it’s a science experiment, with everything needing to be investigated and recorded in excruciating detail, I’m not any help?”
“No, just because the only thing you care about is the cake. Oh, and the beer. Wouldn’t want to forget the beer.”
“The strawberries are nice,” he said, waving the last one in front of her face.
Sam snatched the berry from his hand and popped it in her mouth whole. “I’m just happy it’s over,” she said when she finally swallowed.
Narrowly resisting the urge to confess exactly how pleased he was that he wouldn’t have to hear one more word about florists, caterers, menus, or seating arrangements, he leaned back against the wall, grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. “You want to know why I’m glad it’s over?”
“Because you hate weddings?” Her question ended in a small, breathy squeak as his hand lightly brushed her breast on the way to cup her face.
His mouth stopped just short of touching hers. “No, because now maybe you’ll pay attention to me again.” When she laughed, softly, he could taste the strawberries on her breath, and he slowly followed the sweet tang to her lips and onward into her mouth, chasing it everywhere he could reach. Her body relaxed against his, hands slipping up his chest to his neck, and the simple feel of her drove him as wild as it ever had.
“Guys.”
The interruption, of course, was inevitable; he ignored it, hoping Sam would follow suit. When she tried to withdraw, he moved a hand to the back of her head. “She’ll go away,” he said softly.
“Guys! Break it up!”
Jack pulled back and scowled at the intruder standing behind Sam. Sam turned around in his arms, her cheeks beginning to flush pink.
Cassie’s gaze shifted back and forth between them; her hands rested on her hips in a gesture that, especially today, was achingly reminiscent of Janet. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one who just got married. So why are you guys behaving like you’re the newlyweds?”
“Force of habit?” Jack asked, resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder.
“You’ve been married almost ten years.”
“I’m a horny old bastard?”
“Possibly true, but definitely gross.”
“We like embarrassing you?” Sam suggested. “It’s retribution for scheduling your wedding three days after your dissertation defense and making us do all the work.”
Cassie grinned. “Now that I believe. And it’s lovely, really. Beautiful. Fabulous food. We’re about to cut the cake, if you’re interested.”
“I like cake.” Jack took Sam’s hand, pulling her after him as he followed Cassie across the room. “It’s got chocolate filling, you know.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Goes well with the strawberries.”
“Probably not with the Guinness, though.”
“Everything goes with Guinness, Carter.” He slid his arm around her waist and spoke softly in her ear. “I booked us the honeymoon suite. Those kids just get a regular room.”
“Jack!” Sam turned her face away, biting back a laugh.
“What? It has a hot tub. And Champagne. Really expensive Champagne, I might add.”
Now she was laughing; turning back to him, she leaned over to kiss his cheek lightly. “Maybe you’re not completely useless at wedding planning after all.”
“I told you so.”
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Timestamp meme sequel here.