In Time: The Comfy Chair Project
Title: The Comfy Chair Project
Summary: Jack tries to persuade Sam into letting him get a recliner for their bedroom.
Timeframe: Post-series
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Domestic Happy
Rating: PG
The Comfy Chair Project
“Jack, you’re not getting a recliner for our bedroom.”
“Why not?”
“Why do we need a big chair? We have a bed.”
“Because I want a nice comfy chair in our room for…you know, reading, and watching TV, and…stuff.”
“Reading, TV, and...stuff.” She gave him a skeptical look.
He nodded. “Yeah, stuff.”
A delicate eyebrow climbed. Her arms crossed. “Isn’t that what the living room is for?”
Jack shrugged and started to fidget, doing a little tap dance maneuver that got Sam wondering what he was really up to.
“Wait, what kind of stuff are you talking about Jack?”
“Communal naps?” He grinned with boyish enthusiasm.
Sam laughed and shook her head.
Jack frowned. “Why are you so against the Comfy Chair Project?” he practically whined.
“The Comfy Chair…” Rolling her eyes, Sam shook her head, trying hard not to further allow her amusement in this matter to show. “Jack, this is ridiculous. We don’t need to add another piece of furniture to our bedroom just so you can hide in here and watch hockey in your underwear when we have guests over.”
“That’s not what it’s about!” He cried indignantly, then in a low mutter added, “Well it was initially, but…”
Sam couldn’t help it this time; she laughed, walking away from him without hearing more. “No.”
.
Two weeks later Sam came home to a large-and admittedly comfortable looking-recliner in the corner of her and Jack’s bedroom. They had company coming over in less than an hour, and she didn’t want to waste time fighting with Jack over something so trivial. For now, she was going to pretend the chair didn’t exist.
Daniel, Vala, Teal’c, and Cameron arrived, bringing food and drink. The small surrogate family gathering was a nice slow change to the hustle and bustle of their lives at work. It was the first time Sam had been able to see everybody all together since Ba’al’s extraction ceremony.
“Have another drink, Daniel,” Vala told him with a laugh when he got too wordy again. She slid another beer his way while not-so-subtly scooting closer to him on the couch.
Cameron was well on his way to buzzed, sitting silently in the armchair and nursing his last beer. Teal’c had left an hour earlier, needing to go off-world again to meet with his son.
Sam looked up and smiled when Jack came in from the kitchen and perched on the arm of her chair. He had a crooked smile on his face as he leaned over and kissed her, uncaring of the others around them. Sam then gave him a meaningful glance when Daniel and Vala started an argument that Mitchell joined in on, and Jack stood up, taking her hand and swiftly tugging her out of the room.
“Jack,” she admonished half-heartedly when he gently pushed her up against the wall outside their bedroom door and kissed her.
“What?” he asked innocently, winding his arms around her waist.
Sam kissed him back, then pulled him into a tight hug, his face resting in the crook of her neck.
The sound of an escalating argument reached their ears, and Jack leaned back, brushing his hand at the hair that framed her face. “C’mon.” He pulled her into their bedroom and nudged the door closed with his foot, and before Sam knew it, she was lying with him on that big comfy recliner that didn’t exist.
Sam was actually surprised with how comfortable the chair really was. The cushions were soft and squishy, and she was forced to lie half on top of him. They were so close, and Sam could just melt into Jack’s solid frame, hugging him as he wrapped his arms around her. “Hmm,” she hummed contentedly, snuggling into him.
She shifted to kiss his neck, and thought that she heard him mumble something in a Homer Simpson voice that sounded like “Mm, communal naps.” Hiding a smile against his warm neck, she closed her eyes.
Jack spoke after a few solid moments of just lying there, holding one another. “So…” He craned his neck to give her a sweet kiss on the lips. “For the Comfy Chair Project?”
Sam laughed and gave his side a little squeeze. “Oh yes. Definitely for the Comfy Chair Project.”
.Fin.
Note: This came about from a ridiculous conversation I had with my mother because I want a recliner in my room, which eventually led to “Why are you so against the Comfy Chair Project?!” I started to imagine a vaguely similar situation involving Sam and Jack and…fluffyness. ;)
Summary: Jack tries to persuade Sam into letting him get a recliner for their bedroom.
Timeframe: Post-series
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Domestic Happy
Rating: PG
The Comfy Chair Project
“Jack, you’re not getting a recliner for our bedroom.”
“Why not?”
“Why do we need a big chair? We have a bed.”
“Because I want a nice comfy chair in our room for…you know, reading, and watching TV, and…stuff.”
“Reading, TV, and...stuff.” She gave him a skeptical look.
He nodded. “Yeah, stuff.”
A delicate eyebrow climbed. Her arms crossed. “Isn’t that what the living room is for?”
Jack shrugged and started to fidget, doing a little tap dance maneuver that got Sam wondering what he was really up to.
“Wait, what kind of stuff are you talking about Jack?”
“Communal naps?” He grinned with boyish enthusiasm.
Sam laughed and shook her head.
Jack frowned. “Why are you so against the Comfy Chair Project?” he practically whined.
“The Comfy Chair…” Rolling her eyes, Sam shook her head, trying hard not to further allow her amusement in this matter to show. “Jack, this is ridiculous. We don’t need to add another piece of furniture to our bedroom just so you can hide in here and watch hockey in your underwear when we have guests over.”
“That’s not what it’s about!” He cried indignantly, then in a low mutter added, “Well it was initially, but…”
Sam couldn’t help it this time; she laughed, walking away from him without hearing more. “No.”
.
Two weeks later Sam came home to a large-and admittedly comfortable looking-recliner in the corner of her and Jack’s bedroom. They had company coming over in less than an hour, and she didn’t want to waste time fighting with Jack over something so trivial. For now, she was going to pretend the chair didn’t exist.
Daniel, Vala, Teal’c, and Cameron arrived, bringing food and drink. The small surrogate family gathering was a nice slow change to the hustle and bustle of their lives at work. It was the first time Sam had been able to see everybody all together since Ba’al’s extraction ceremony.
“Have another drink, Daniel,” Vala told him with a laugh when he got too wordy again. She slid another beer his way while not-so-subtly scooting closer to him on the couch.
Cameron was well on his way to buzzed, sitting silently in the armchair and nursing his last beer. Teal’c had left an hour earlier, needing to go off-world again to meet with his son.
Sam looked up and smiled when Jack came in from the kitchen and perched on the arm of her chair. He had a crooked smile on his face as he leaned over and kissed her, uncaring of the others around them. Sam then gave him a meaningful glance when Daniel and Vala started an argument that Mitchell joined in on, and Jack stood up, taking her hand and swiftly tugging her out of the room.
“Jack,” she admonished half-heartedly when he gently pushed her up against the wall outside their bedroom door and kissed her.
“What?” he asked innocently, winding his arms around her waist.
Sam kissed him back, then pulled him into a tight hug, his face resting in the crook of her neck.
The sound of an escalating argument reached their ears, and Jack leaned back, brushing his hand at the hair that framed her face. “C’mon.” He pulled her into their bedroom and nudged the door closed with his foot, and before Sam knew it, she was lying with him on that big comfy recliner that didn’t exist.
Sam was actually surprised with how comfortable the chair really was. The cushions were soft and squishy, and she was forced to lie half on top of him. They were so close, and Sam could just melt into Jack’s solid frame, hugging him as he wrapped his arms around her. “Hmm,” she hummed contentedly, snuggling into him.
She shifted to kiss his neck, and thought that she heard him mumble something in a Homer Simpson voice that sounded like “Mm, communal naps.” Hiding a smile against his warm neck, she closed her eyes.
Jack spoke after a few solid moments of just lying there, holding one another. “So…” He craned his neck to give her a sweet kiss on the lips. “For the Comfy Chair Project?”
Sam laughed and gave his side a little squeeze. “Oh yes. Definitely for the Comfy Chair Project.”
.Fin.
Note: This came about from a ridiculous conversation I had with my mother because I want a recliner in my room, which eventually led to “Why are you so against the Comfy Chair Project?!” I started to imagine a vaguely similar situation involving Sam and Jack and…fluffyness. ;)