[ ff: the colonel's mistake ]
Title: The Colonel’s Mistake
Author: Gomes
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: M
Spoilers: Nemesis
Warnings: Sexual themes
Disclaimer: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
Summary: He had crossed one line and not many remained to protect her.
Notes: Episode manipulation of Nemesis. What if Sam had accepted Jack’s fishing invitation.
He knew it was a mistake the moment the words left his mouth. Even he didn’t buy into his lame and exaggerated convictions concerning the fish in his pond. Or absence of, in reality. But he wanted to share the experience, to bond, to get closer.
And that’s why it was a mistake the moment the invitation swept through the air and landed in her lap. The words of desire withheld from public ears for so long had some how managed to slip by the defences of his teeth and lips, and careened into his unsuspecting second-in-command. He let out a breath knowing that his truth was under the clever guise of friendship and he prayed that his cheesy enthusiasm had turned her off from the idea.
Relief was found when an excuse stumbled out of her mouth, not before she swallowed the surprise that came from the invitation. Pointing at the contraption that lay on the table, she complimented her reasons for staying with a string of scientific mumbo-jumbo that he had neither the patience nor the desire to listen to.
Her rejection still stung, despite knowing that it was wrong to approach her with such an offer and he couldn’t mask the slight aggression in his voice as he hastily retreated from her lab. He walked briskly, deciding it had been a dangerous proposal to flirt with. He was better off alone with his thoughts and invisible fish; better off with the images and daydreams and night dreams of his second-in-command instead of the real flesh and bone.
He clenched his teeth, knowing it was wrong of her to follow but even more of him to turn and broach the subject once more. A lapse in judgement forced more words of incentive, and he knew it was a mistake to continue to push inviting thoughts in her mind.
He knew it was a mistake the moment she smiled.
He knew it was a mistake the moment she blushed.
Now, as he sat in his truck with his forehead pressed against the steering wheel, he knew it was a mistake to be waiting for her to finish packing.
As soon as they hit the road, still against his better judgement, she chattered amicably, oblivious to his hidden reason for the invitation.
Even though the reason was forbidden and he would never act upon it, he still was terrified at his gutsy move - one seemingly done without conscious control. He had crossed one line and not many remained to protect her. Those lines were there to prevent errors of judgement, to protect victims like her from predators like himself.
It was a mistake to give chase to a goal that he could never have, even if mutual feelings were in the mix. The risk was high and the consequences were critical. He rolled his eyes, his train of thought on the matter always ahead of him; he always thought of the consequences before even considering the chance that a manifestation was possible. Unrequited love was always desired because the problem wouldn’t progress to a point where it would harm the other party. He took comfort in that thought, knowing that he would rather live in painful solitude than damage her.
He knew it was an error in judgement when he took her bag from her grasp, allowing his fingers to brush hers ever so lightly. He cursed himself for his weakness, the two of them sharing a moment as their skin touched.
The rest of the evening was spent battling with himself, berating himself over his lack of better judgement. He yelled at himself internally, cussing and swearing at his lack of respect for the regulations, for himself and especially for her. After all the inner battles, he realised his streak continued as he offered to build a fire with cozy intents.
He didn’t consider it a fault that the subject of companionable booze was brought up. No, that was much tolerable and desired. However, he knew it to be a mistake the moment said loosening liquid touched his lips, wet his palette and smoothed down his throat, burning his oesophagus.
The whole weekend had been a mistake; one disaster of a decision after the other. All in the name of indulgence. Bittersweet, sadistic, painful indulgence.
He thought back on all the mistakes he had ever made in his life. Mistakes that made him cringe. Mistakes that educated him. Mistakes he cherished and mistakes he wanted nothing more to forget.
He thought about the mistakes that she had made. From accepting his ridiculous offer to allowing her body to radiate a warmth he easily fell victim to, he noted with interest as her lack of judgement seemed to rival his own.
So perhaps it hadn’t been his mistake inviting her to the cabin. No, it was her's in accepting. And it hadn’t been his mistake in starting the fire and cozying it up by the hypnotic flames. No, it was her's in leaning against him, stealing his body heat and sharing hers. And it hadn’t been his mistake when his lips gently pressed against hers. No, it was her's in responding instead of decking him out and threatening a sexual harassment suit.
Yes. This had all been her mistake.
...okay, and maybe partly his, he smiled quietly to himself.
And as Jack O’Neill lay in his bed, hands clasped behind and his head, breath ragged, his second-in-command’s mouth keeping his arousal warm and loved, he couldn’t help but agree with a wicked grin on his lipstick-stained lips: some mistakes were inevitable.
-finis-
Author: Gomes
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: M
Spoilers: Nemesis
Warnings: Sexual themes
Disclaimer: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
Summary: He had crossed one line and not many remained to protect her.
Notes: Episode manipulation of Nemesis. What if Sam had accepted Jack’s fishing invitation.
He knew it was a mistake the moment the words left his mouth. Even he didn’t buy into his lame and exaggerated convictions concerning the fish in his pond. Or absence of, in reality. But he wanted to share the experience, to bond, to get closer.
And that’s why it was a mistake the moment the invitation swept through the air and landed in her lap. The words of desire withheld from public ears for so long had some how managed to slip by the defences of his teeth and lips, and careened into his unsuspecting second-in-command. He let out a breath knowing that his truth was under the clever guise of friendship and he prayed that his cheesy enthusiasm had turned her off from the idea.
Relief was found when an excuse stumbled out of her mouth, not before she swallowed the surprise that came from the invitation. Pointing at the contraption that lay on the table, she complimented her reasons for staying with a string of scientific mumbo-jumbo that he had neither the patience nor the desire to listen to.
Her rejection still stung, despite knowing that it was wrong to approach her with such an offer and he couldn’t mask the slight aggression in his voice as he hastily retreated from her lab. He walked briskly, deciding it had been a dangerous proposal to flirt with. He was better off alone with his thoughts and invisible fish; better off with the images and daydreams and night dreams of his second-in-command instead of the real flesh and bone.
He clenched his teeth, knowing it was wrong of her to follow but even more of him to turn and broach the subject once more. A lapse in judgement forced more words of incentive, and he knew it was a mistake to continue to push inviting thoughts in her mind.
He knew it was a mistake the moment she smiled.
He knew it was a mistake the moment she blushed.
Now, as he sat in his truck with his forehead pressed against the steering wheel, he knew it was a mistake to be waiting for her to finish packing.
As soon as they hit the road, still against his better judgement, she chattered amicably, oblivious to his hidden reason for the invitation.
Even though the reason was forbidden and he would never act upon it, he still was terrified at his gutsy move - one seemingly done without conscious control. He had crossed one line and not many remained to protect her. Those lines were there to prevent errors of judgement, to protect victims like her from predators like himself.
It was a mistake to give chase to a goal that he could never have, even if mutual feelings were in the mix. The risk was high and the consequences were critical. He rolled his eyes, his train of thought on the matter always ahead of him; he always thought of the consequences before even considering the chance that a manifestation was possible. Unrequited love was always desired because the problem wouldn’t progress to a point where it would harm the other party. He took comfort in that thought, knowing that he would rather live in painful solitude than damage her.
He knew it was an error in judgement when he took her bag from her grasp, allowing his fingers to brush hers ever so lightly. He cursed himself for his weakness, the two of them sharing a moment as their skin touched.
The rest of the evening was spent battling with himself, berating himself over his lack of better judgement. He yelled at himself internally, cussing and swearing at his lack of respect for the regulations, for himself and especially for her. After all the inner battles, he realised his streak continued as he offered to build a fire with cozy intents.
He didn’t consider it a fault that the subject of companionable booze was brought up. No, that was much tolerable and desired. However, he knew it to be a mistake the moment said loosening liquid touched his lips, wet his palette and smoothed down his throat, burning his oesophagus.
The whole weekend had been a mistake; one disaster of a decision after the other. All in the name of indulgence. Bittersweet, sadistic, painful indulgence.
He thought back on all the mistakes he had ever made in his life. Mistakes that made him cringe. Mistakes that educated him. Mistakes he cherished and mistakes he wanted nothing more to forget.
He thought about the mistakes that she had made. From accepting his ridiculous offer to allowing her body to radiate a warmth he easily fell victim to, he noted with interest as her lack of judgement seemed to rival his own.
So perhaps it hadn’t been his mistake inviting her to the cabin. No, it was her's in accepting. And it hadn’t been his mistake in starting the fire and cozying it up by the hypnotic flames. No, it was her's in leaning against him, stealing his body heat and sharing hers. And it hadn’t been his mistake when his lips gently pressed against hers. No, it was her's in responding instead of decking him out and threatening a sexual harassment suit.
Yes. This had all been her mistake.
...okay, and maybe partly his, he smiled quietly to himself.
And as Jack O’Neill lay in his bed, hands clasped behind and his head, breath ragged, his second-in-command’s mouth keeping his arousal warm and loved, he couldn’t help but agree with a wicked grin on his lipstick-stained lips: some mistakes were inevitable.
-finis-