Ignition (Sam/Jack) PG
Icon fic. Fic written about icons.
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For lisayaeger
AU Fireman-verse. Sam/Jack.
Rated R.
Ignition
By Jennghis
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“Carter, I’m bored.”
Sam glanced up from her book and then absently at the man in the doorway. “Sorry to hear that, sir.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Reading.”
“I can see that. What are you reading?”
“Firefighting Strategies and Tactics.”
“What… again?”
Sam gritted her teeth and placed a thumb on her page to mark her place. She looked up. “Yes, again. I want to be prepared for the next promotion exam.”
Jack sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. He glanced around the barracks at the neatly made beds. They were only rarely used. Most of the crew slept at home at night with their pagers.
Sam went back to her book. A standpipe allows firefighters to carry less hose…
“Carter, are you going to read all day?”
She looked up again. “I…” Her brain melted. He’d thrown himself down on the bed opposite hers, long legs stretched out toward her and crossed at the ankles, weight balanced on one elbow and one hip as he laid on his side. The silver flash of hair at his temples only made his eyes all the darker… and more piercing. Ohh… this is very bad. Why… why does he have to be the Chief?
“You what?” He lifted his head a bit with the question, looking at her from under lowered lashes.
“I… “ Jesus… She had to look UP and over his entire body in order to make eye contact. “Sir, why didn’t you just go with the rest of the guys to the seminar? I’d have been fine by myself for the afternoon.” No! Stay!
Jack grimaced. “The only thing more boring than watching you read, Carter, is listening to a droning egghead in a seminar.”
“Ahh, well…” God, his legs are long… She licked her suddenly dry lips.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt if you really want to read that book. I’ll just lie here and… dwell. On things.”
“Okay.” Sam looked back down at her book. The printing suddenly made as much sense as Arabic to her. The spanner wrench can be used to… She glanced up at him from the corners of her eyes. He was staring at a public service poster for proper use of an oxygen tank. The spanner wrench can… Now he was poking at a button on his shirt, frowning as he tucked his chin in toward his chest. The spanner wrench… Oh crap, he was looking directly at her.
She jerked her gaze back down to the book. Was her face red? It felt really red. And hot.
“Carter?”
She stared hard at the page. Spannerwrenchspannerwrenchspannerwrench…
“Carter! Wanna play?” The teasing tone in his voice made the tightness in her stomach drop straight between her legs.
“I, uh… excuse me?” She stammered, and now she knew her face was red. She looked up at him.
He held up the deck of cards he was now holding. He must have grabbed them from the nightstand.
“Oh.” She blinked at him and the cards.
He lifted an eyebrow and a smile tugged at his lips. “I meant some Five Card, Carter… what did you think I meant?”
“I, uh…” Oh, for God’s sake! “Uh, Five Card. I thought you wanted to play… cards.” T was right, she was a horrible, horrible liar.
He stared at her, eyes moving over her face.
Oh, crap.
“Carter…” He drawled her name, voice slow and sweet and suspicious as hell.
“Yeah?” She spoke through a dry throat.
His dark eyes glittered, and his mouth slid slowly into a mischievous smile. Her whole world exploded with his next words.
“C’mere.”
~end~
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For lisayaeger
AU Fireman-verse. Sam/Jack.
Rated R.
Ignition
By Jennghis
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“Carter, I’m bored.”
Sam glanced up from her book and then absently at the man in the doorway. “Sorry to hear that, sir.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Reading.”
“I can see that. What are you reading?”
“Firefighting Strategies and Tactics.”
“What… again?”
Sam gritted her teeth and placed a thumb on her page to mark her place. She looked up. “Yes, again. I want to be prepared for the next promotion exam.”
Jack sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. He glanced around the barracks at the neatly made beds. They were only rarely used. Most of the crew slept at home at night with their pagers.
Sam went back to her book. A standpipe allows firefighters to carry less hose…
“Carter, are you going to read all day?”
She looked up again. “I…” Her brain melted. He’d thrown himself down on the bed opposite hers, long legs stretched out toward her and crossed at the ankles, weight balanced on one elbow and one hip as he laid on his side. The silver flash of hair at his temples only made his eyes all the darker… and more piercing. Ohh… this is very bad. Why… why does he have to be the Chief?
“You what?” He lifted his head a bit with the question, looking at her from under lowered lashes.
“I… “ Jesus… She had to look UP and over his entire body in order to make eye contact. “Sir, why didn’t you just go with the rest of the guys to the seminar? I’d have been fine by myself for the afternoon.” No! Stay!
Jack grimaced. “The only thing more boring than watching you read, Carter, is listening to a droning egghead in a seminar.”
“Ahh, well…” God, his legs are long… She licked her suddenly dry lips.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt if you really want to read that book. I’ll just lie here and… dwell. On things.”
“Okay.” Sam looked back down at her book. The printing suddenly made as much sense as Arabic to her. The spanner wrench can be used to… She glanced up at him from the corners of her eyes. He was staring at a public service poster for proper use of an oxygen tank. The spanner wrench can… Now he was poking at a button on his shirt, frowning as he tucked his chin in toward his chest. The spanner wrench… Oh crap, he was looking directly at her.
She jerked her gaze back down to the book. Was her face red? It felt really red. And hot.
“Carter?”
She stared hard at the page. Spannerwrenchspannerwrenchspannerwrench…
“Carter! Wanna play?” The teasing tone in his voice made the tightness in her stomach drop straight between her legs.
“I, uh… excuse me?” She stammered, and now she knew her face was red. She looked up at him.
He held up the deck of cards he was now holding. He must have grabbed them from the nightstand.
“Oh.” She blinked at him and the cards.
He lifted an eyebrow and a smile tugged at his lips. “I meant some Five Card, Carter… what did you think I meant?”
“I, uh…” Oh, for God’s sake! “Uh, Five Card. I thought you wanted to play… cards.” T was right, she was a horrible, horrible liar.
He stared at her, eyes moving over her face.
Oh, crap.
“Carter…” He drawled her name, voice slow and sweet and suspicious as hell.
“Yeah?” She spoke through a dry throat.
His dark eyes glittered, and his mouth slid slowly into a mischievous smile. Her whole world exploded with his next words.
“C’mere.”
~end~
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