Off Balance
Title: Off Balance
Summary: Sam and Jack find themselves in a compromising position off-world.
Timeframe: Pre-Season Four
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: Humor, UST
Rating: PG
Note: Written for regularamanda, who gave me this prompt: UST. Stuck together in very *very* close quarters. :) This was supposed to be a drabble, but . . . Well, it kinda just took off on it's own. XD
Off Balance
Sam had known this was going to end badly the second she lost her footing. The Colonel had been too close behind her not to follow her downward spiral.
“Oof.” Air rushed out of her lungs as she landed hard, O’Neill’s weight crushing her to the hard-packed dirt on the narrow cave tunnel floor.
He grunted.
She shifted.
“Y’okay, Carter?”
“Squished,” she muttered, face pressed into the dirt. “But okay.” Sam grimaced. “Sorry, sir. I tripped.”
He grunted again. “I got that.”
The Colonel moved above her, trying to shift his considerable weight off her smaller frame with little success. He exhaled heavily, his breath warm against the back of her neck. “Kinda stuck, here.”
“Oh God,” Sam muttered under her breath, feeling the tips of her ears burning. She could see one of his arms, shaking with the effort to keep his weight off of her without being able to fully get up.
Sam tried shifting while she had the chance. “Maybe if I just-”
“Carter!” The Colonel fell solidly behind her as she moved, leaving them both on their sides, sandwiched between solid rock. “That didn’t help.”
She grimaced, feeling every square inch of him pressed against her back. Sam was only grateful they didn’t have their MP5s, because just the bulk of the Colonel’s vest digging into her spine was very uncomfortable. “Sorry, sir.”
He heaved a sigh that blew her hair against the back of her left ear, tickling her, and making her shudder. Sam tried hard not to squirm, but the arm trapped beneath her was already tingling with numbness.
“Carter!” O’Neill growled suddenly, and she froze. “Stop squirming!”
“My arm’s falling asleep,” she murmured. Somehow, his arm had wound up outstretched on the ground above their heads, and wasn’t trapped. Sam gave her arm one last wiggle, and she managed to get it out from under her, but also, unfortunately, behind her.
The Colonel released a strained groan into her ear.
Sam bit down on her lower lip. Hard. Her hand was now behind her butt, between them, and brushing up against his-
“Carter!”
Oh, this was certainly a moment to add to their ‘Things Never to be Spoken of Again’ list. Sam cleared her throat, and in a small voice, asked, “When did Daniel say he was going to meet us?”
The Colonel was suspiciously still. He swallowed audibly. “Half an hour.”
Oh. To borrow one of O’Neill’s usual words; CRAP.
-Fin-
Summary: Sam and Jack find themselves in a compromising position off-world.
Timeframe: Pre-Season Four
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: Humor, UST
Rating: PG
Note: Written for regularamanda, who gave me this prompt: UST. Stuck together in very *very* close quarters. :) This was supposed to be a drabble, but . . . Well, it kinda just took off on it's own. XD
Off Balance
Sam had known this was going to end badly the second she lost her footing. The Colonel had been too close behind her not to follow her downward spiral.
“Oof.” Air rushed out of her lungs as she landed hard, O’Neill’s weight crushing her to the hard-packed dirt on the narrow cave tunnel floor.
He grunted.
She shifted.
“Y’okay, Carter?”
“Squished,” she muttered, face pressed into the dirt. “But okay.” Sam grimaced. “Sorry, sir. I tripped.”
He grunted again. “I got that.”
The Colonel moved above her, trying to shift his considerable weight off her smaller frame with little success. He exhaled heavily, his breath warm against the back of her neck. “Kinda stuck, here.”
“Oh God,” Sam muttered under her breath, feeling the tips of her ears burning. She could see one of his arms, shaking with the effort to keep his weight off of her without being able to fully get up.
Sam tried shifting while she had the chance. “Maybe if I just-”
“Carter!” The Colonel fell solidly behind her as she moved, leaving them both on their sides, sandwiched between solid rock. “That didn’t help.”
She grimaced, feeling every square inch of him pressed against her back. Sam was only grateful they didn’t have their MP5s, because just the bulk of the Colonel’s vest digging into her spine was very uncomfortable. “Sorry, sir.”
He heaved a sigh that blew her hair against the back of her left ear, tickling her, and making her shudder. Sam tried hard not to squirm, but the arm trapped beneath her was already tingling with numbness.
“Carter!” O’Neill growled suddenly, and she froze. “Stop squirming!”
“My arm’s falling asleep,” she murmured. Somehow, his arm had wound up outstretched on the ground above their heads, and wasn’t trapped. Sam gave her arm one last wiggle, and she managed to get it out from under her, but also, unfortunately, behind her.
The Colonel released a strained groan into her ear.
Sam bit down on her lower lip. Hard. Her hand was now behind her butt, between them, and brushing up against his-
“Carter!”
Oh, this was certainly a moment to add to their ‘Things Never to be Spoken of Again’ list. Sam cleared her throat, and in a small voice, asked, “When did Daniel say he was going to meet us?”
The Colonel was suspiciously still. He swallowed audibly. “Half an hour.”
Oh. To borrow one of O’Neill’s usual words; CRAP.
-Fin-