Fic | A Matter of Mathematics | Baal/Sam [FRC]
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairing: Baal/Sam Carter
Written for: 5-prompts & sg1-smooch
Challenge: Table 5
Prompt: 03. perhaps you'll do me a favor someday
Word Count: 487
Rating: FRC
He was always right: it came from having the intelligence to figure the correct equation. He just needed to work out what that was. Narrowing his eyes, Baal stared at the combination of gears and cogs. He ran over the possibilities and calculated every outcome to each. It was simply a matter of mathematics. If he just…
Something clicked as he twisted a gear, then the machinery clanked and whirred. The lock wound back and the door swung open. He smiled in satisfaction, then turned to Samantha.
“I told you so.”
That had the result he’d calculated as well: she rolled her eyes and sighed. “So you did.”
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he added as she stalked to the now open door.
She stopped and looked at him. He could see her trying to work him out, saw the conclusion in the way her lips pressed together. Her glare was as expected as the lock undoing.
“I’m sure that I am,” she said. “What’s it going to cost me?”
“Why Samantha, you wound me. Consider it a favour.” He smirked at her. “Perhaps you'll return it someday.”
He had calculated that her eyes would narrow, but the step closer hadn’t been on the board. And the hand on his shoulder was definitely not part of the equation. Startled, he had just enough time to process her intention before her mouth closed on his.
If he’d considered this result, he would have expected nothing more than a quick peck. More than likely followed by a knee to his groin. However, the kiss was weighted and lengthy; not a peck by any stretch of mathematics.
Her hand slid across his shoulders to curve around his neck and severely hampered his ability to think about anything other than how she was pressed against him. Equations stood for nothing when every nerve in his body sparked into awareness of her.
His eyes closed of their own volition, but she pulled away when he reached for her. He blinked at her as she stared back, her cheeks flushed. Apparently, that had not gone the way she’d expected, either.
She coughed then swallowed twice before licking her lips, her voice still husky when she finally managed to speak. “I think that makes us even.”
It didn’t. By his calculation, he was by far the unequal part of the fraction. Definitely unbalanced, but it would hardly do to let her guess at that. Hiding his confusion, he bowed with a flourish and extended one arm to the open door.
“After you, Samantha.”
Watching her leave - well, watching her ass as she went - he thumbed his lips and chuckled softly. They were not even, not by a long way, but he had a new problem to figure out: a much more attractive one than a geared combination locking a door.
He had a theory and looked forward to proving it right. He always was.
Pairing: Baal/Sam Carter
Written for: 5-prompts & sg1-smooch
Challenge: Table 5
Prompt: 03. perhaps you'll do me a favor someday
Word Count: 487
Rating: FRC
He was always right: it came from having the intelligence to figure the correct equation. He just needed to work out what that was. Narrowing his eyes, Baal stared at the combination of gears and cogs. He ran over the possibilities and calculated every outcome to each. It was simply a matter of mathematics. If he just…
Something clicked as he twisted a gear, then the machinery clanked and whirred. The lock wound back and the door swung open. He smiled in satisfaction, then turned to Samantha.
“I told you so.”
That had the result he’d calculated as well: she rolled her eyes and sighed. “So you did.”
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he added as she stalked to the now open door.
She stopped and looked at him. He could see her trying to work him out, saw the conclusion in the way her lips pressed together. Her glare was as expected as the lock undoing.
“I’m sure that I am,” she said. “What’s it going to cost me?”
“Why Samantha, you wound me. Consider it a favour.” He smirked at her. “Perhaps you'll return it someday.”
He had calculated that her eyes would narrow, but the step closer hadn’t been on the board. And the hand on his shoulder was definitely not part of the equation. Startled, he had just enough time to process her intention before her mouth closed on his.
If he’d considered this result, he would have expected nothing more than a quick peck. More than likely followed by a knee to his groin. However, the kiss was weighted and lengthy; not a peck by any stretch of mathematics.
Her hand slid across his shoulders to curve around his neck and severely hampered his ability to think about anything other than how she was pressed against him. Equations stood for nothing when every nerve in his body sparked into awareness of her.
His eyes closed of their own volition, but she pulled away when he reached for her. He blinked at her as she stared back, her cheeks flushed. Apparently, that had not gone the way she’d expected, either.
She coughed then swallowed twice before licking her lips, her voice still husky when she finally managed to speak. “I think that makes us even.”
It didn’t. By his calculation, he was by far the unequal part of the fraction. Definitely unbalanced, but it would hardly do to let her guess at that. Hiding his confusion, he bowed with a flourish and extended one arm to the open door.
“After you, Samantha.”
Watching her leave - well, watching her ass as she went - he thumbed his lips and chuckled softly. They were not even, not by a long way, but he had a new problem to figure out: a much more attractive one than a geared combination locking a door.
He had a theory and looked forward to proving it right. He always was.