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It was the little squish squish sounds that finally broke her. She forced a cough to try and cover up the bubble of laughter in her throat, but he saw through the ruse even as Daniel kindly patted her on the back. "You okay, Sam?"
"Fine."
"Got something to say, Carter?"
Sam bit the inside of her cheek as she clenched her jaw. "Not at all, sir." She looked away, but he sidled back into her line of vision and she snorted into her hand. Squish squish squish.
"Hold this." He shoved his sopping wet hat into her hands and started to struggle out of his life vest. Teal'c stepped in around the third swear word, untangling Jack from the nylon straps. "I do believe Major Carter warned you that the paddle was too far out of reach."
"Yeah, Major Carter is so helpful like that. Wonder why she's still dry?"
She avoided most of the glare by becoming very interested in adjusting the tie on her bathing suit. But she knew the huffing and the dramatically drawn out sighs were for her benefit.
"Whose bright idea was this anyway?"
"Uh, yours, Jack. You said Lyta would like canoeing."
Snatching his hat back, Jack crammed it on his head and stalked off, and Sam collapsed against Daniel, snorting and snickering into his shoulder.
She could still hear the squish.
Happy birthday, lytarules!
"Fine."
"Got something to say, Carter?"
Sam bit the inside of her cheek as she clenched her jaw. "Not at all, sir." She looked away, but he sidled back into her line of vision and she snorted into her hand. Squish squish squish.
"Hold this." He shoved his sopping wet hat into her hands and started to struggle out of his life vest. Teal'c stepped in around the third swear word, untangling Jack from the nylon straps. "I do believe Major Carter warned you that the paddle was too far out of reach."
"Yeah, Major Carter is so helpful like that. Wonder why she's still dry?"
She avoided most of the glare by becoming very interested in adjusting the tie on her bathing suit. But she knew the huffing and the dramatically drawn out sighs were for her benefit.
"Whose bright idea was this anyway?"
"Uh, yours, Jack. You said Lyta would like canoeing."
Snatching his hat back, Jack crammed it on his head and stalked off, and Sam collapsed against Daniel, snorting and snickering into his shoulder.
She could still hear the squish.
Happy birthday, lytarules!