Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGsurreallisNovember 1 2007, 21:41:59 UTC
The waiter led them right to a table in the center of the room, and Jack winced inwardly. He didn’t even like sitting in the middle of the restaurant when he wasn’t trying to appear completely nonchalant.
“I knew we should have skipped dinner and gone straight to the car sex,” he muttered into the back of Daniel’s head. An elbow came back and caught him shallowly in the gut. “Ow,” he grumbled. Ahead, Sam stopped and glanced back at them.
Then she stepped to the side and slid the chair out from under the table, turning it slightly toward Daniel. Daniel glanced down at it and then his head jerked back up. He blinked at her. “What are you doing?”
“Being romantic and holding the chair for you.”
His brows furrowed, quickly. “You’re holding the chair for… me? Shouldn’t that be the other way around?”
“Kids…” Jack warned, sliding into the chair across from them.
Sam ignored him and stared at Daniel. “Why can’t I hold a chair for you?”
“Look, Sam, you know I’m all for women’s lib, but this-“
“Women’s lib?” Sam lifted her eyebrows in an incredulous gesture. “You do know this is 2007, right?”
“It’s not a crime for a man to be nice to a woman.”
“It’s not a crime for me to be nice to you either.”
“Well, that makes no-“
“Kids!” A hard, heavy hand came down on each of their shoulders, and they both jumped. Jack slid a glare from one to the other and his voice was a low, dangerous growl. “We came to a popular, busy restaurant because we didn’t want anyone to suspect anything. Didn’t we?”
They glanced around. Although few people were openly staring at them, nearly everyone was giving them glances, and the conversation in the restaurant was distinctly hushed. Daniel met Sam's gaze uneasily.
“Sit.” Jack pushed down on Daniel’s shoulder and forced him into the open chair, then he yanked out the other chair and did the same to Sam. He leaned down, pulling them both in close by the shoulders. “There’s only one man in this relationship and that’s me.” With that he walked back around to his own seat and picked up the menu, glaring at them over the top of it to make sure they were behaving.
Sam glanced around for their waiter, and then she leaned forward over the table. Jack shifted his stony gaze to her.
She tilted her head, curiously. “What about those nights when I do that thing, where I strap on the-“
Jack coughed. Loudly. And her lips settled into a slight smirk. He cleared his throat and shifted his gaze back to the menu. “Okay. Tuesday nights after 9, Carter gets to be the man.”
Sam leaned back in her chair with a grin, and Daniel gave a frustrated sigh.
Re: Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGabyssinia4077November 2 2007, 04:07:44 UTC
Hee :) I love them and their spat and Jack claiming to be the man but Sam getting to be the man on Tuesdays. Fantastic. (is Daniel frustrated because he rarely gets to be the man?)
(also, half of me is reading this as Moebius!verse and half as real!verse. hmmm. maybe it's your icon?)
Re: Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGsurreallisNovember 4 2007, 00:18:19 UTC
I think in my mind Daniel is more frustrated because the 'man' games are really a Sam/Jack thing, and he'd rather just dispense with all the power play issues. I tend to think that when Sam and Jack get really into it, he either watches or just rolls his eyes and goes out and watches TV. Heh!
It's probably my icon. I meant it as real!verse, but you can read it either way. ;)
Re: Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGabyssinia4077November 4 2007, 00:56:28 UTC
hee :)
"Carter, it is not Tuesday!" Jack practically shouted. It was a little hard to be intimidated by him when he was stretched out naked and surrounded by red satin pillows, so Daniel just rolled his eyes and waited for Sam's response, hand idly trailing across his own stomach in a way he hoped either Sam or Jack would take as a hint.
Sadly, it didn't look like he was going to be in luck. Sam was determinedly strapping on the leather harness with one hand, using the other to hold Jack's wrists to the bed (and Jack couldn't have minded too much because Daniel knew he could easily get out of a hold like that). She was obviously in that stubborn "in charge" zone because she wasn't even asking Daniel to help, something that usually got them both into the game.
Daniel sighed again as Jack gave a half-hearted struggle, which only caused Sam to lean over and latch onto his shoulder while reaching to the nightstand where a coil of rope lay waiting. Daniel gave a few half-hearted strokes to his own neglected hard-on and then rolled off the bed, shrugged into a robe, and padded barefoot into Jack's living room.
Another shout came from the bedroom as he settled into Jack's favorite arm chair, digging under the cushions for the remote, followed by a "this would be easier if you stopped struggling, sir" and a retort of "not that I don't like it, but I think in this situation you really could drop the sir," and then an old rerun of M*A*S*H managed to distract him for a good twenty minutes.
After Hawkeye and B.J. had successfully rid themselves of Winchester's French horn Daniel turned the tv off and headed back down the hallway. "You guys over it yet?" he called. The muffled "fuck you" and "something else in mind, sir" answered his question and he turned back around to settle back into the chair.
Law and Order was half over when he was roused from near-sleep by hands smoothing across his neck, around his shoulders, and down into his bathrobe. "Sorry, Daniel," Sam whispered in his ear. "Jack's still tied to the bed, if you want to be the man for a while."
"'bout time," he muttered, taking Sam's hand and leading her back into the bedroom.
[and, um, wow I kinda can't believe I wrote that. You all are corrupting me!]
The waiter led them right to a table in the center of the room, and Jack winced inwardly. He didn’t even like sitting in the middle of the restaurant when he wasn’t trying to appear completely nonchalant.
“I knew we should have skipped dinner and gone straight to the car sex,” he muttered into the back of Daniel’s head. An elbow came back and caught him shallowly in the gut. “Ow,” he grumbled. Ahead, Sam stopped and glanced back at them.
Then she stepped to the side and slid the chair out from under the table, turning it slightly toward Daniel. Daniel glanced down at it and then his head jerked back up. He blinked at her. “What are you doing?”
“Being romantic and holding the chair for you.”
His brows furrowed, quickly. “You’re holding the chair for… me? Shouldn’t that be the other way around?”
“Kids…” Jack warned, sliding into the chair across from them.
Sam ignored him and stared at Daniel. “Why can’t I hold a chair for you?”
“Look, Sam, you know I’m all for women’s lib, but this-“
“Women’s lib?” Sam lifted her eyebrows in an incredulous gesture. “You do know this is 2007, right?”
“It’s not a crime for a man to be nice to a woman.”
“It’s not a crime for me to be nice to you either.”
“Well, that makes no-“
“Kids!” A hard, heavy hand came down on each of their shoulders, and they both jumped. Jack slid a glare from one to the other and his voice was a low, dangerous growl. “We came to a popular, busy restaurant because we didn’t want anyone to suspect anything. Didn’t we?”
They glanced around. Although few people were openly staring at them, nearly everyone was giving them glances, and the conversation in the restaurant was distinctly hushed. Daniel met Sam's gaze uneasily.
“Sit.” Jack pushed down on Daniel’s shoulder and forced him into the open chair, then he yanked out the other chair and did the same to Sam. He leaned down, pulling them both in close by the shoulders. “There’s only one man in this relationship and that’s me.” With that he walked back around to his own seat and picked up the menu, glaring at them over the top of it to make sure they were behaving.
Sam glanced around for their waiter, and then she leaned forward over the table. Jack shifted his stony gaze to her.
She tilted her head, curiously. “What about those nights when I do that thing, where I strap on the-“
Jack coughed. Loudly. And her lips settled into a slight smirk. He cleared his throat and shifted his gaze back to the menu. “Okay. Tuesday nights after 9, Carter gets to be the man.”
Sam leaned back in her chair with a grin, and Daniel gave a frustrated sigh.
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No... wait... I think I'm good now... no...
HAHAHAHAHAAAA... !!!
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I adore it!
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I love them and their spat and Jack claiming to be the man but Sam getting to be the man on Tuesdays. Fantastic.
(is Daniel frustrated because he rarely gets to be the man?)
(also, half of me is reading this as Moebius!verse and half as real!verse. hmmm. maybe it's your icon?)
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It's probably my icon. I meant it as real!verse, but you can read it either way. ;)
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"Carter, it is not Tuesday!" Jack practically shouted. It was a little hard to be intimidated by him when he was stretched out naked and surrounded by red satin pillows, so Daniel just rolled his eyes and waited for Sam's response, hand idly trailing across his own stomach in a way he hoped either Sam or Jack would take as a hint.
Sadly, it didn't look like he was going to be in luck. Sam was determinedly strapping on the leather harness with one hand, using the other to hold Jack's wrists to the bed (and Jack couldn't have minded too much because Daniel knew he could easily get out of a hold like that). She was obviously in that stubborn "in charge" zone because she wasn't even asking Daniel to help, something that usually got them both into the game.
Daniel sighed again as Jack gave a half-hearted struggle, which only caused Sam to lean over and latch onto his shoulder while reaching to the nightstand where a coil of rope lay waiting. Daniel gave a few half-hearted strokes to his own neglected hard-on and then rolled off the bed, shrugged into a robe, and padded barefoot into Jack's living room.
Another shout came from the bedroom as he settled into Jack's favorite arm chair, digging under the cushions for the remote, followed by a "this would be easier if you stopped struggling, sir" and a retort of "not that I don't like it, but I think in this situation you really could drop the sir," and then an old rerun of M*A*S*H managed to distract him for a good twenty minutes.
After Hawkeye and B.J. had successfully rid themselves of Winchester's French horn Daniel turned the tv off and headed back down the hallway. "You guys over it yet?" he called. The muffled "fuck you" and "something else in mind, sir" answered his question and he turned back around to settle back into the chair.
Law and Order was half over when he was roused from near-sleep by hands smoothing across his neck, around his shoulders, and down into his bathrobe. "Sorry, Daniel," Sam whispered in his ear. "Jack's still tied to the bed, if you want to be the man for a while."
"'bout time," he muttered, taking Sam's hand and leading her back into the bedroom.
[and, um, wow I kinda can't believe I wrote that. You all are corrupting me!]
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