Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt.2
Title: Nothing like a nice hot shower, Pt. 2
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 1. Hot
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: NC-17, for UST and innuendo
Character/Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: Romance-ish
Word count: 864
Disclamer: Not mine nor do I make any money playing with them....
Summary: Jack's POV of the nice hot shower Carter was looking forward to...
Jack sighed as the hot water pelted his shoulders and neck. It had been a long, grueling, muddy mission and he was more than grateful for the downtime they'd been granted. The hot shower. The promise of a fire and a Guinness in his back yard when he got home.
He closed his eyes and let the water assault him, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back slowly melt away. It occurred to him that the hot water wouldn't last forever; he planned on taking full advantage of it til it ran out.
He vaguely heard the clang of a locker being opened but thought nothing of it. Guys were always coming in and out of the locker room, and SG-1 was not the only team that had just gotten back from a mission. It could be anyone coming in for a shower -
Then he smelled it - barely noticeable under the smell of sweat and mud and grime - the faint but unmistakable smell that was distinctly Carter.
He must've forgotten to put up the "male" sign to warn the females away while he showered. He knew it'd be pretty bad if they got caught in here with their pants down...literally. He was about to speak up, alert her to his presence so that she could go to her quarters or lab until he was done - and caught another whiff of her on the steam in the room.
He groaned, the sound pulled from him just as involuntarily as the reaction certain body parts had to the scent of his 2OC. The new tension in his body drew another groan from him and he couldn't help himself - he threw all propriety and good sense out the window and worked on primal instinct.
He could practically hear her arguing with herself and couldn't stop himself.
"Carter, I know you're out there. I can hear you thinking...makes it hard for a guy to take a relaxing shower." His voice light and teasing - he could all but see her smirky smile at his tone.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll just head to my quarters and leave you to that relaxing shower. I'll come back later."
"Don't be silly, Carter. You're already in here...go ahead and get your shower. I promise to be a perfect gentleman." The cheeky response popped out before he could stop himself and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping against hope that he hadn't read her wrong all this time; praying he didn't find himself on the receiving end of a sexual harassment charge.
He was pretty sure he'd been reading her body language correctly for a while now. And that she felt the same for him as he did for her. He was pretty sure everyone on base knew by now and were just being polite by not pointing it out to them. He was sure there were polls about when they'd finally cave and "hook up" and sort of wished he could get in on them...
He really wished she'd say something - anything - so his mind could stop racing. He could hear her moving around, could practically hear her thinking again.
"Carter...the thinking." Injected with just enough of that "Carter, I'm warning you - " tone he was famous for.
He heard her mumbled "Right. Sorry, Sir." response and the shuffling of her gathering her things and heading to a shower that was entirely too far away from his for his liking. Before he could stop himself he cleared his throat, knowing it'd get her attention.
"Yes, Sir?" He growled inwardly at her use of the infernal "Sir". Just once he'd love to hear her call him Jack.
"No sense wasting water, Carter. Why don't you just join me? I could use some help washing my back..." and there ya go, no turning back now, Jack; way to go. The teasing tone was gone from his voice, replaced by something much more dangerous and serious.
He could feel the tension rolling off of her from the other end of the showers and grinned. So, his major did feel it too. That inexplicable connection they had; the tension that kept him up at night on god-forsaken planets was not one-sided after all. Interesting.
He chuckled a little at her ""Are...are you sure? Sir?" , the Sir added as an afterthought this time.
"That I can't reach to wash my own back...pretty sure. I mean, it's been my back all my life." he quipped, wincing at how rambly he sounded now that he'd opened that whopping huge can of worms.
He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath, waiting for a response, until she pulled back the curtain, displaying him in all his naked glory to her wide, shining blue eyes. He watched as she took in his tall, lithe form, dripping wet and more than a little tense in certain places before dropping her towel.
It was his turn to suck in a gasp of air as he raked his eyes over her naked form as she made her way into the steamy shower....
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: 1. Hot
Prompt table: F
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: NC-17, for UST and innuendo
Character/Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: Romance-ish
Word count: 864
Disclamer: Not mine nor do I make any money playing with them....
Summary: Jack's POV of the nice hot shower Carter was looking forward to...
Jack sighed as the hot water pelted his shoulders and neck. It had been a long, grueling, muddy mission and he was more than grateful for the downtime they'd been granted. The hot shower. The promise of a fire and a Guinness in his back yard when he got home.
He closed his eyes and let the water assault him, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back slowly melt away. It occurred to him that the hot water wouldn't last forever; he planned on taking full advantage of it til it ran out.
He vaguely heard the clang of a locker being opened but thought nothing of it. Guys were always coming in and out of the locker room, and SG-1 was not the only team that had just gotten back from a mission. It could be anyone coming in for a shower -
Then he smelled it - barely noticeable under the smell of sweat and mud and grime - the faint but unmistakable smell that was distinctly Carter.
He must've forgotten to put up the "male" sign to warn the females away while he showered. He knew it'd be pretty bad if they got caught in here with their pants down...literally. He was about to speak up, alert her to his presence so that she could go to her quarters or lab until he was done - and caught another whiff of her on the steam in the room.
He groaned, the sound pulled from him just as involuntarily as the reaction certain body parts had to the scent of his 2OC. The new tension in his body drew another groan from him and he couldn't help himself - he threw all propriety and good sense out the window and worked on primal instinct.
He could practically hear her arguing with herself and couldn't stop himself.
"Carter, I know you're out there. I can hear you thinking...makes it hard for a guy to take a relaxing shower." His voice light and teasing - he could all but see her smirky smile at his tone.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll just head to my quarters and leave you to that relaxing shower. I'll come back later."
"Don't be silly, Carter. You're already in here...go ahead and get your shower. I promise to be a perfect gentleman." The cheeky response popped out before he could stop himself and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping against hope that he hadn't read her wrong all this time; praying he didn't find himself on the receiving end of a sexual harassment charge.
He was pretty sure he'd been reading her body language correctly for a while now. And that she felt the same for him as he did for her. He was pretty sure everyone on base knew by now and were just being polite by not pointing it out to them. He was sure there were polls about when they'd finally cave and "hook up" and sort of wished he could get in on them...
He really wished she'd say something - anything - so his mind could stop racing. He could hear her moving around, could practically hear her thinking again.
"Carter...the thinking." Injected with just enough of that "Carter, I'm warning you - " tone he was famous for.
He heard her mumbled "Right. Sorry, Sir." response and the shuffling of her gathering her things and heading to a shower that was entirely too far away from his for his liking. Before he could stop himself he cleared his throat, knowing it'd get her attention.
"Yes, Sir?" He growled inwardly at her use of the infernal "Sir". Just once he'd love to hear her call him Jack.
"No sense wasting water, Carter. Why don't you just join me? I could use some help washing my back..." and there ya go, no turning back now, Jack; way to go. The teasing tone was gone from his voice, replaced by something much more dangerous and serious.
He could feel the tension rolling off of her from the other end of the showers and grinned. So, his major did feel it too. That inexplicable connection they had; the tension that kept him up at night on god-forsaken planets was not one-sided after all. Interesting.
He chuckled a little at her ""Are...are you sure? Sir?" , the Sir added as an afterthought this time.
"That I can't reach to wash my own back...pretty sure. I mean, it's been my back all my life." he quipped, wincing at how rambly he sounded now that he'd opened that whopping huge can of worms.
He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath, waiting for a response, until she pulled back the curtain, displaying him in all his naked glory to her wide, shining blue eyes. He watched as she took in his tall, lithe form, dripping wet and more than a little tense in certain places before dropping her towel.
It was his turn to suck in a gasp of air as he raked his eyes over her naked form as she made her way into the steamy shower....