New Time Stamp Ficlet
Okay...about a 100 years ago, I posted the time stamp meme. I'm still working on actually replying with fic. (And about 200 years ago, I posted an icon meme fic I'm only halfway through writing fic for...I'll get there...)
So, majorsamfan asked for fic based on Flicker and Spark - five minutes after they return to the SGC, before they meet Hammond. Here you go, my dear, hope you like it.:)
DISCLAIMER: So not my characters...dammit...
ARCHIVE: Only on author's own site.
RATING: R
"Forgetting" (a "Flicker and Spark" add on)
by
Rowan Darkstar
Copyright (c) 2007
The SGC smells of stale French fries and hot metal and Tok'ra robes.
Daniel has never known these sensations so strongly. He is home and he is somewhere he's never been before.
He and Jack and Sam change into their uniforms in a wired silence, invisible lines pulling at their limbs, moving them in a synchrony surpassing even SG-1's trademark symbiosis. He catches flashes of tanned skin and black lace and memories circle like moving heat.
They are one hallway from the isolation quarters when Sam stops and falls against the wall. Daniel and Jack are around the corner and back before she finishes a breath.
"Sam?" Daniel steps forward, touches a hand to her shoulder. She is breathing hard, but it can't be from the run. In their world, they've hardly moved.
Her eyes are wide and a little too blue. She doesn't speak, just lets her gaze fall away as the slightest whisper of a whimper passes her lips. Her chest falls with the breath. Daniel shoves down the arousal because it has only been moments, moments since her skin and scent and taste were all over and around him and her sweat dampening his skin and focuses on the concern.
Empathy is growing harder to catch....
"Sam?"
"Carter, what's wrong?" Jack is beside them, the two men hovering like a rain shelter.
Carter smoothes her hands down her thighs, fingers stretched taught, palms pressed to her BDUs, and Daniel sees Jack's eyes trail her path. He feels the ache in his own groin. "God, we just..." but Sam fades, brow creased in some kind of hurt and confusion.
Daniel feels it, knows they all do, but they feel a lot of things, wild and foreign and the old senses are drowning in the new.
"I know, Carter," Jack says, softly. His tone is as familiar as breathing, the professional and reassuring CO who just fucked his team in a dark alley. Everything's wrong and they can't catch a piece of ground to stop the slide. "It's all right. We're gonna be okay."
Sam is looking from one to the other, asking some kind of reassurance from the life they used to live. Her hand has come to rest on her stomach, and Daniel is painfully aware of her thin black shirt and the vulnerability of the skin beneath. For this moment, she is too beautiful and breakable to bear. He wants to bury his tongue in her mouth and he knows she could snap his neck.
Sam nods, swallows forcibly and he recalls every tendon in her neck tightening in turn as the climax rocked her flesh. He sees the shift from the old Sam Carter to the new as she takes Jack's words on instinct. "Yes, sir," she says.
The colored lines on the floor blur into a rainbow.
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So, majorsamfan asked for fic based on Flicker and Spark - five minutes after they return to the SGC, before they meet Hammond. Here you go, my dear, hope you like it.:)
DISCLAIMER: So not my characters...dammit...
ARCHIVE: Only on author's own site.
RATING: R
"Forgetting" (a "Flicker and Spark" add on)
by
Rowan Darkstar
Copyright (c) 2007
The SGC smells of stale French fries and hot metal and Tok'ra robes.
Daniel has never known these sensations so strongly. He is home and he is somewhere he's never been before.
He and Jack and Sam change into their uniforms in a wired silence, invisible lines pulling at their limbs, moving them in a synchrony surpassing even SG-1's trademark symbiosis. He catches flashes of tanned skin and black lace and memories circle like moving heat.
They are one hallway from the isolation quarters when Sam stops and falls against the wall. Daniel and Jack are around the corner and back before she finishes a breath.
"Sam?" Daniel steps forward, touches a hand to her shoulder. She is breathing hard, but it can't be from the run. In their world, they've hardly moved.
Her eyes are wide and a little too blue. She doesn't speak, just lets her gaze fall away as the slightest whisper of a whimper passes her lips. Her chest falls with the breath. Daniel shoves down the arousal because it has only been moments, moments since her skin and scent and taste were all over and around him and her sweat dampening his skin and focuses on the concern.
Empathy is growing harder to catch....
"Sam?"
"Carter, what's wrong?" Jack is beside them, the two men hovering like a rain shelter.
Carter smoothes her hands down her thighs, fingers stretched taught, palms pressed to her BDUs, and Daniel sees Jack's eyes trail her path. He feels the ache in his own groin. "God, we just..." but Sam fades, brow creased in some kind of hurt and confusion.
Daniel feels it, knows they all do, but they feel a lot of things, wild and foreign and the old senses are drowning in the new.
"I know, Carter," Jack says, softly. His tone is as familiar as breathing, the professional and reassuring CO who just fucked his team in a dark alley. Everything's wrong and they can't catch a piece of ground to stop the slide. "It's all right. We're gonna be okay."
Sam is looking from one to the other, asking some kind of reassurance from the life they used to live. Her hand has come to rest on her stomach, and Daniel is painfully aware of her thin black shirt and the vulnerability of the skin beneath. For this moment, she is too beautiful and breakable to bear. He wants to bury his tongue in her mouth and he knows she could snap his neck.
Sam nods, swallows forcibly and he recalls every tendon in her neck tightening in turn as the climax rocked her flesh. He sees the shift from the old Sam Carter to the new as she takes Jack's words on instinct. "Yes, sir," she says.
The colored lines on the floor blur into a rainbow.
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