Sam-Teal'c - "Unending Love" - Rated PG
Title: Unending Love
Author: majorsamfan
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Teal'c
Spoilers: SG-1 series finale "Unending"
Warnings: If it seems like it ends abruptly, it's because I wrote the sex scene
but cut it out intentionally, trying not to post adult material I shouldn't be
writing anyway. (Especially since I don't really know what I'm talking about,
but mainly because of my faith.)
Word Count: 1,229 according to Microsoft Word
Written For: ainsley
Prompt: The requestor wanted NOT To See: fluff, character death and left the
rest open.
Author's Notes/Summary: I'm usually a die-hard S/J'er, but I can always see the
possibility of this pairing if I squint. And since I totally can't see
Jack/Teal'c (sorry, ainsley!), and I just wrote Daniel/Vala for reel_sg1, it was this prompt or Sam/Martouf. So I squinted.And I
apologize for being one of those who didn't post on time...really thought I
*had*...really!
His solid presence had always bolstered her confidence, but after twenty or thirty years of trying to find the means of their rescue, even that, on its own, sometimes failed to bring reassurance or even solace. Then he would speak.
Teal’c would remind Samantha Carter of her many successes, of the times when only she had found the resolution to some dilemma. He would jog her memory as Colonel Mitchell jogged the halls of the ship - relentlessly, determinedly, and unendingly. In answer to his complete faith in her, Sam tried to keep hers.
The longer they remained trapped in this time dilation, though, the more her mind seemed to wander to what might have been. Teal’c’s constancy showed Sam how to appreciate both what was and what could be. Supported by his many tender mercies, Sam could focus on the matters at hand rather than let her mind drift on a sea of self-recrimination and guilt.
Out of respect for both Colonel Carter and General O’Neill, Teal’c did not pursue an intimate relationship with her. It just happened one day.
Once it appeared they might be stuck like this for longer than a few weeks or months, Teal’c first thought Sam and Daniel might cling to each other for support; however, the presence of Vala Mal Doran and her attachment to Daniel precluded that. Teal’c watched the two scientists distance themselves, especially after Vala won Daniel’s affections and devotion.
Then Teal’c figured the two Colonels might find companionship, given that they held equal rank, resolving any issues she may have faced previously with military regulations. Colonel Mitchell’s frustration and anger drove Samantha away, back to her lab. No, he reminded her too much of another man filled with barely-subdued rage.
Samantha’s hair hung past her shoulders, and her face showed the wrinkles of too many years of furrowing her brow in concentration when she finally came to Teal’c’s bed. A beautiful woman even in her maturity, a fellow warrior, a brilliant scientist and his friend, he loved her, and she, him. Not so much in the romantic way, certainly, but a love born of respect, companionship, trust and shared experiences.
At first, they merely slept (really, just slept) in the same bed, similar to sharing a tent off-world but sharing the same bedroll as if conserving body heat. One night, when she had worked late in her lab, he walked her to her quarters. When he turned to enter his cabin across the hall, Sam laid her hand on his huge bare arm. Teal’c looked down at her pale, delicate hand against the backdrop of his chocolate bulk and then at her face, the incredible depth of her blue eyes enhanced only by the liquid brimming in them.
Teal’c removed his pants, shoes and socks. Sam shimmied out of her pants after kicking off her shoes; she left her socks on, which Teal’c thought odd but didn’t question. (Pete had always complained about her putting her blocks of ice on his nice, warm shins/calves.) Then as Teal’c turned down the blanket, Sam removed her bra without taking off her t-shirt. He had seen that in a movie once, a film about a female reporter interviewing an Australian man who played up his outback persona whenever he thought she was looking. The character had reminded him of Colonel O’Neill at the time. He didn’t tell Samantha about that.
Sam lay curled up beside him, dampening his black tank with the product of her disappointment in herself until she finally breathed slowly, deeply and regularly in a brief respite of peaceful slumber, her hand resting on his chest. Teal’c enjoyed the feel of a woman beside him - always had - and had shared his bed with many women - Drey’auc, Shau’nac, Ish’ta and others. Teal’c covered Sam’s hand with his much larger one and drifted off to sleep, wondering if things would become awkward between them or more intimate.
Sam showed no sign of discomfort at awakening with him in her bed; a little pink dusted her cheeks as she apologized for being a weepy female. Teal’c assured her he did not consider her so and left the room while she performed her morning ablutions. At breakfast, neither mentioned it to the others. No one seemed to have seen Teal’c crossing the hall in his bare feet or noticed a change in their behavior toward one another.
A few weeks passed before it happened again, only this time Sam came to Teal’c’s room to talk. In the candlelight of his meditation time, his caramel skin glowed like molten bronze. It took her breath away, so she just sat down across from him, tucking one knee up under her chin. He might have marveled at her continued flexibility had they not performed lok’nel together regularly over the years.
Sam stared at a candle, and Teal’c returned to his meditation. When he had finished, he studied Colonel Carter’s face until she asked him what was wrong. He told her that nothing was the matter. Then he said how beautiful she looked. Sam blushed and made some remark about humans not aging as well as Jaffa.
“On the contrary, Samantha, your beauty shines within and without, unmarred by the years.” When she quipped that beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, he responded that he stood by his original statement. Tears welled up in her eyes, this time with no shame. Teal’c rose, as always, with a grace that belied his years, and he held out a hand to help her up. She had stiffened during his quietude and appreciated the assistance. But Teal’c didn’t stop with just pulling her vertical; he drew her to himself, all the while piercing her soul with his intense but loving gaze.
At first, Sam just leaned into his chest. Teal’c enveloped her in his massive arms for a tender embrace. When Sam withdrew just enough to look into his eyes again, he placed a substantial palm against her cheek. She leaned into the intimacy. Slowly, so as not to startle her, Teal’c slid that hand along her jaw and under her ear and through her long hair to the back of Sam’s neck. He held that position until he felt Sam move minutely closer, and then he leaned down and pulled her head up to his.
The kiss lasted longer than any Sam had ever experienced even in her fantasies, much less in reality. Not lots of little kisses with mouth and head adjustments, just one protracted osculation that caused her menopausal hormones to coalesce into an ardor fiercer than she could have imagined possible. His large lips, softer than she had imagined, encased hers. His tongue slipped in and subdued hers. Sam felt as though Teal’c could suck all the stress and guilt, loneliness and sadness from the depths of her soul, freeing her of the burden she carried, as a Wraith could suck the life out of a human. In other words, kissing Teal’c’s kiss was so HOT, it melted any reservations or resolve she might have had into a puddle of goo at their feet.
When they parted, Teal’c quietly warned Sam that if she did not wish to share his bed in a less platonic way than the last time, she should take her leave now. Sam couldn’t have moved if she had tried.
Author: majorsamfan
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Teal'c
Spoilers: SG-1 series finale "Unending"
Warnings: If it seems like it ends abruptly, it's because I wrote the sex scene
but cut it out intentionally, trying not to post adult material I shouldn't be
writing anyway. (Especially since I don't really know what I'm talking about,
but mainly because of my faith.)
Word Count: 1,229 according to Microsoft Word
Written For: ainsley
Prompt: The requestor wanted NOT To See: fluff, character death and left the
rest open.
Author's Notes/Summary: I'm usually a die-hard S/J'er, but I can always see the
possibility of this pairing if I squint. And since I totally can't see
Jack/Teal'c (sorry, ainsley!), and I just wrote Daniel/Vala for reel_sg1, it was this prompt or Sam/Martouf. So I squinted.And I
apologize for being one of those who didn't post on time...really thought I
*had*...really!
His solid presence had always bolstered her confidence, but after twenty or thirty years of trying to find the means of their rescue, even that, on its own, sometimes failed to bring reassurance or even solace. Then he would speak.
Teal’c would remind Samantha Carter of her many successes, of the times when only she had found the resolution to some dilemma. He would jog her memory as Colonel Mitchell jogged the halls of the ship - relentlessly, determinedly, and unendingly. In answer to his complete faith in her, Sam tried to keep hers.
The longer they remained trapped in this time dilation, though, the more her mind seemed to wander to what might have been. Teal’c’s constancy showed Sam how to appreciate both what was and what could be. Supported by his many tender mercies, Sam could focus on the matters at hand rather than let her mind drift on a sea of self-recrimination and guilt.
Out of respect for both Colonel Carter and General O’Neill, Teal’c did not pursue an intimate relationship with her. It just happened one day.
Once it appeared they might be stuck like this for longer than a few weeks or months, Teal’c first thought Sam and Daniel might cling to each other for support; however, the presence of Vala Mal Doran and her attachment to Daniel precluded that. Teal’c watched the two scientists distance themselves, especially after Vala won Daniel’s affections and devotion.
Then Teal’c figured the two Colonels might find companionship, given that they held equal rank, resolving any issues she may have faced previously with military regulations. Colonel Mitchell’s frustration and anger drove Samantha away, back to her lab. No, he reminded her too much of another man filled with barely-subdued rage.
Samantha’s hair hung past her shoulders, and her face showed the wrinkles of too many years of furrowing her brow in concentration when she finally came to Teal’c’s bed. A beautiful woman even in her maturity, a fellow warrior, a brilliant scientist and his friend, he loved her, and she, him. Not so much in the romantic way, certainly, but a love born of respect, companionship, trust and shared experiences.
At first, they merely slept (really, just slept) in the same bed, similar to sharing a tent off-world but sharing the same bedroll as if conserving body heat. One night, when she had worked late in her lab, he walked her to her quarters. When he turned to enter his cabin across the hall, Sam laid her hand on his huge bare arm. Teal’c looked down at her pale, delicate hand against the backdrop of his chocolate bulk and then at her face, the incredible depth of her blue eyes enhanced only by the liquid brimming in them.
Teal’c removed his pants, shoes and socks. Sam shimmied out of her pants after kicking off her shoes; she left her socks on, which Teal’c thought odd but didn’t question. (Pete had always complained about her putting her blocks of ice on his nice, warm shins/calves.) Then as Teal’c turned down the blanket, Sam removed her bra without taking off her t-shirt. He had seen that in a movie once, a film about a female reporter interviewing an Australian man who played up his outback persona whenever he thought she was looking. The character had reminded him of Colonel O’Neill at the time. He didn’t tell Samantha about that.
Sam lay curled up beside him, dampening his black tank with the product of her disappointment in herself until she finally breathed slowly, deeply and regularly in a brief respite of peaceful slumber, her hand resting on his chest. Teal’c enjoyed the feel of a woman beside him - always had - and had shared his bed with many women - Drey’auc, Shau’nac, Ish’ta and others. Teal’c covered Sam’s hand with his much larger one and drifted off to sleep, wondering if things would become awkward between them or more intimate.
Sam showed no sign of discomfort at awakening with him in her bed; a little pink dusted her cheeks as she apologized for being a weepy female. Teal’c assured her he did not consider her so and left the room while she performed her morning ablutions. At breakfast, neither mentioned it to the others. No one seemed to have seen Teal’c crossing the hall in his bare feet or noticed a change in their behavior toward one another.
A few weeks passed before it happened again, only this time Sam came to Teal’c’s room to talk. In the candlelight of his meditation time, his caramel skin glowed like molten bronze. It took her breath away, so she just sat down across from him, tucking one knee up under her chin. He might have marveled at her continued flexibility had they not performed lok’nel together regularly over the years.
Sam stared at a candle, and Teal’c returned to his meditation. When he had finished, he studied Colonel Carter’s face until she asked him what was wrong. He told her that nothing was the matter. Then he said how beautiful she looked. Sam blushed and made some remark about humans not aging as well as Jaffa.
“On the contrary, Samantha, your beauty shines within and without, unmarred by the years.” When she quipped that beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, he responded that he stood by his original statement. Tears welled up in her eyes, this time with no shame. Teal’c rose, as always, with a grace that belied his years, and he held out a hand to help her up. She had stiffened during his quietude and appreciated the assistance. But Teal’c didn’t stop with just pulling her vertical; he drew her to himself, all the while piercing her soul with his intense but loving gaze.
At first, Sam just leaned into his chest. Teal’c enveloped her in his massive arms for a tender embrace. When Sam withdrew just enough to look into his eyes again, he placed a substantial palm against her cheek. She leaned into the intimacy. Slowly, so as not to startle her, Teal’c slid that hand along her jaw and under her ear and through her long hair to the back of Sam’s neck. He held that position until he felt Sam move minutely closer, and then he leaned down and pulled her head up to his.
The kiss lasted longer than any Sam had ever experienced even in her fantasies, much less in reality. Not lots of little kisses with mouth and head adjustments, just one protracted osculation that caused her menopausal hormones to coalesce into an ardor fiercer than she could have imagined possible. His large lips, softer than she had imagined, encased hers. His tongue slipped in and subdued hers. Sam felt as though Teal’c could suck all the stress and guilt, loneliness and sadness from the depths of her soul, freeing her of the burden she carried, as a Wraith could suck the life out of a human. In other words, kissing Teal’c’s kiss was so HOT, it melted any reservations or resolve she might have had into a puddle of goo at their feet.
When they parted, Teal’c quietly warned Sam that if she did not wish to share his bed in a less platonic way than the last time, she should take her leave now. Sam couldn’t have moved if she had tried.