In Time: Home for the Holidays
Title: Home for the Holidays
Summary: Just a short bit of holiday fluff.
Timeframe: Any
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff, Holiday, Domestic Happy
Rating: G
Home for the Holidays
“Why can’t we just stay here for Christmas?” Jack whined half-heartedly, burying his head beneath the pillow on the sofa.
“Because,” Sam pulled a fleece throw over her shoulders and climbed on top of him, laying across his back and resting her chin beside his neck. “Daniel offered to cook dinner at his place, so that’s where we’re going.”
Jack grumbled something unintelligible into the pillow.
Sam smiled and kissed the back of his shoulder. “It won’t be that bad.”
“Daniel can’t cook,” he muttered.
“Oh, like I can?” she shot back, hugging herself to his warm body.
“Don’t give me that.” Jack snorted. “You can, you just don’t like to,” he returned with a chuckle.
Sam reached her hands up to play with his hair. “Why do you want to stay here so bad anyway?”
“’Cause,” Jack murmured.
“That’s not an answer,” Sam shot back, squealing when he turned over on his side suddenly, causing her to fall between his back and the sofa. “Jack!”
He chuckled and rolled over so that he was facing her, then threw an arm over her and leaned in to capture her lips with his own. “’Cause I can’t kiss you like that at Daniel’s house.” Jack’s face pulled into a big grin and Sam couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Don’t worry, Jack,” she told him wryly. “We’ll have Christmas night at home all to ourselves.”
-Fin-
Summary: Just a short bit of holiday fluff.
Timeframe: Any
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff, Holiday, Domestic Happy
Rating: G
Home for the Holidays
“Why can’t we just stay here for Christmas?” Jack whined half-heartedly, burying his head beneath the pillow on the sofa.
“Because,” Sam pulled a fleece throw over her shoulders and climbed on top of him, laying across his back and resting her chin beside his neck. “Daniel offered to cook dinner at his place, so that’s where we’re going.”
Jack grumbled something unintelligible into the pillow.
Sam smiled and kissed the back of his shoulder. “It won’t be that bad.”
“Daniel can’t cook,” he muttered.
“Oh, like I can?” she shot back, hugging herself to his warm body.
“Don’t give me that.” Jack snorted. “You can, you just don’t like to,” he returned with a chuckle.
Sam reached her hands up to play with his hair. “Why do you want to stay here so bad anyway?”
“’Cause,” Jack murmured.
“That’s not an answer,” Sam shot back, squealing when he turned over on his side suddenly, causing her to fall between his back and the sofa. “Jack!”
He chuckled and rolled over so that he was facing her, then threw an arm over her and leaned in to capture her lips with his own. “’Cause I can’t kiss you like that at Daniel’s house.” Jack’s face pulled into a big grin and Sam couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Don’t worry, Jack,” she told him wryly. “We’ll have Christmas night at home all to ourselves.”
-Fin-