Fic: Chinese Checkers (Sam/Cam)
Title: Chinese Checkers
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Cam
Prompt: “Written In The Stars” by Westlife
Word Count: 323
Rating: G
Summary: His eyes are liquid steel, his hair, golden brown under the luminescent lighting.
Notes: Written for rightxhere. 30/3/10.
Beta: alvericff.
Forget the world outside
Tonight we’re alone
It’s finally you and I
- "Written In The Stars" by Westlife
His eyes are liquid steel, his hair, golden brown under the luminescent lighting. There’s a sense of quiet about him that she rarely sees and as she studies him, a smile creeps onto his face that melts her heart.
She returns the smile with one of her own. “Hi,” she greets him softly, glancing behind him quickly into his lounge room. She catches his gaze once more. His eyes draw her in.
“Hi.”
Before she has fully thought through what she is doing - as is usually the case in these situations - she is closing the distance between them. One hand settles in the silk of his hair, the other snakes around the back of his neck. Her lips press to his and they are soon lost in the feeling of their mouths moving against each other’s.
He wraps his arms around her and leads her inside, stumbling over the door stop. A snort of laughter escapes his lips. “Sorry,” he mumbles against her lips.
“No problem.”
They continue kissing. He pushes the door closed with his foot. Somehow they end up on his couch and the need for oxygen grows too strong. He reluctantly pulls away. He grins when she whimpers in protest.
“So,” he says. “Tonight we’re alone.”
“It’s finally just you and me,” she agrees.
“What do you want to do?” He already has a fair notion what her answer will be, she can tell.
She smirks. “How about a game of Chinese checkers?
“Ha ha.” He rolls his eyes. “I was thinking we could save that for later.”
“Oh?” Sam leans over and teases his earlobe between her teeth. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom then? I’ll whip your ass at checkers in a few hours.”
He beams at her. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Her hand curls around his and together, they move towards his room.
“But,” he adds, “I’m the one who’ll be doing the whipping.”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Cam
Prompt: “Written In The Stars” by Westlife
Word Count: 323
Rating: G
Summary: His eyes are liquid steel, his hair, golden brown under the luminescent lighting.
Notes: Written for rightxhere. 30/3/10.
Beta: alvericff.
Forget the world outside
Tonight we’re alone
It’s finally you and I
- "Written In The Stars" by Westlife
His eyes are liquid steel, his hair, golden brown under the luminescent lighting. There’s a sense of quiet about him that she rarely sees and as she studies him, a smile creeps onto his face that melts her heart.
She returns the smile with one of her own. “Hi,” she greets him softly, glancing behind him quickly into his lounge room. She catches his gaze once more. His eyes draw her in.
“Hi.”
Before she has fully thought through what she is doing - as is usually the case in these situations - she is closing the distance between them. One hand settles in the silk of his hair, the other snakes around the back of his neck. Her lips press to his and they are soon lost in the feeling of their mouths moving against each other’s.
He wraps his arms around her and leads her inside, stumbling over the door stop. A snort of laughter escapes his lips. “Sorry,” he mumbles against her lips.
“No problem.”
They continue kissing. He pushes the door closed with his foot. Somehow they end up on his couch and the need for oxygen grows too strong. He reluctantly pulls away. He grins when she whimpers in protest.
“So,” he says. “Tonight we’re alone.”
“It’s finally just you and me,” she agrees.
“What do you want to do?” He already has a fair notion what her answer will be, she can tell.
She smirks. “How about a game of Chinese checkers?
“Ha ha.” He rolls his eyes. “I was thinking we could save that for later.”
“Oh?” Sam leans over and teases his earlobe between her teeth. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom then? I’ll whip your ass at checkers in a few hours.”
He beams at her. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Her hand curls around his and together, they move towards his room.
“But,” he adds, “I’m the one who’ll be doing the whipping.”