Swiftly looking both ways, the Colonel hustled her into the storage closet, and slammed the door behind him. They were enveloped in darkness, and Sam found herself automatically leaning forwards and tilting her face up, pursing her lips expectantly. There was a click. And a moment of silence.
She waited a little longer, and then opened her eyes, and blinked into the light of a torch.
"...Carter?"
She lowered her chin quickly. "Sir?"
"What are you...?"
"You wanted to talk to me, sir?"
"Um. Yeah. I wanted to... Did you think I was planning on-?"
"What did you want to talk to me about, sir?" she interrupted, quickly.
The Colonel set the torch down on a shelf. In the minimal light, she couldn't make out much of his expression. "Um," he said. Luckily, she could read his tone of voice. He'd not been thinking about their previous little indiscretions when he'd hustled her into this closet. This was legitimate, official closet business. Not closet pleasure.
Re: Jump ShipannerbhpFebruary 10 2009, 18:02:09 UTC
Snerk.
Oh, storage closet, what fertile ship ground you are. We can never quite express how much we appreciate this. Now I want like a Ripple Effect fic where every possible combination of pairings bump into each other in their favorite closet. Lol.
Re: Crossfire (2/2) [what, this wasn't what you meant? *blinks innocently*]aurora_novarumFebruary 10 2009, 18:12:09 UTC
A quick run back and forth with the right tools, a few minutes of concentrated effort and Sam removed her goggles. "You guys are going to have help push
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Re: Crossfire (2/2) [what, this wasn't what you meant? *blinks innocently*]annerbhpFebruary 10 2009, 20:29:26 UTC
Lol. Why would I kill you? This is awesome. One day those two are going to blow up the entire planet in a prank gone wrong. Snerk. Thanks so much for playing!
(with bonus word of the day as further inspiration!)holdouttroutFebruary 10 2009, 19:32:54 UTC
penarious: of or pertaining to food supplies or provisionsJack knew, vaguely, that something was wrong. He really, really wasn't supposed to kiss Sam. Hammond was fond of giving him a disapproving look whenever something like this happened, but it wasn't usually his fault
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Swiftly looking both ways, the Colonel hustled her into the storage closet, and slammed the door behind him. They were enveloped in darkness, and Sam found herself automatically leaning forwards and tilting her face up, pursing her lips expectantly. There was a click. And a moment of silence.
She waited a little longer, and then opened her eyes, and blinked into the light of a torch.
"...Carter?"
She lowered her chin quickly. "Sir?"
"What are you...?"
"You wanted to talk to me, sir?"
"Um. Yeah. I wanted to... Did you think I was planning on-?"
"What did you want to talk to me about, sir?" she interrupted, quickly.
The Colonel set the torch down on a shelf. In the minimal light, she couldn't make out much of his expression. "Um," he said. Luckily, she could read his tone of voice. He'd not been thinking about their previous little indiscretions when he'd hustled her into this closet. This was legitimate, official closet business. Not closet pleasure.
So embarrassing ( ... )
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Thanks!
Melissa M.
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a little bird told me you would have a sense of humor about my comment!fic entry
*puts her best jack-n-sam icon out there for possible future use in annerb's comment!fics*
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Oh, storage closet, what fertile ship ground you are. We can never quite express how much we appreciate this. Now I want like a Ripple Effect fic where every possible combination of pairings bump into each other in their favorite closet. Lol.
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rotflol! owowow, laughing *hurts*.. I should leave this thread shouldn't I?
but I have to know what Teal'c will do to them all!!
ohhh, and *siler* :D
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Poor Siler. Not so innocently caught in the crossfire.
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(annerb is *so* going to kill me. Heh.)
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Very fun!
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