Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGsurreallisNovember 1 2007, 21:41:59 UTC
The waiter led them right to a table in the center of the room, and Jack winced inwardly. He didn’t even like sitting in the middle of the restaurant when he wasn’t trying to appear completely nonchalant.
“I knew we should have skipped dinner and gone straight to the car sex,” he muttered into the back of Daniel’s head. An elbow came back and caught him shallowly in the gut. “Ow,” he grumbled. Ahead, Sam stopped and glanced back at them.
Then she stepped to the side and slid the chair out from under the table, turning it slightly toward Daniel. Daniel glanced down at it and then his head jerked back up. He blinked at her. “What are you doing?”
“Being romantic and holding the chair for you.”
His brows furrowed, quickly. “You’re holding the chair for… me? Shouldn’t that be the other way around?”
“Kids…” Jack warned, sliding into the chair across from them.
Sam ignored him and stared at Daniel. “Why can’t I hold a chair for you?”
“Look, Sam, you know I’m all for women’s lib, but this-“
Re: Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGabyssinia4077November 2 2007, 04:07:44 UTC
Hee :) I love them and their spat and Jack claiming to be the man but Sam getting to be the man on Tuesdays. Fantastic. (is Daniel frustrated because he rarely gets to be the man?)
(also, half of me is reading this as Moebius!verse and half as real!verse. hmmm. maybe it's your icon?)
Re: Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGsurreallisNovember 4 2007, 00:18:19 UTC
I think in my mind Daniel is more frustrated because the 'man' games are really a Sam/Jack thing, and he'd rather just dispense with all the power play issues. I tend to think that when Sam and Jack get really into it, he either watches or just rolls his eyes and goes out and watches TV. Heh!
It's probably my icon. I meant it as real!verse, but you can read it either way. ;)
Re: Sam/Jack/Daniel - date- PGabyssinia4077November 4 2007, 00:56:28 UTC
hee :)
"Carter, it is not Tuesday!" Jack practically shouted. It was a little hard to be intimidated by him when he was stretched out naked and surrounded by red satin pillows, so Daniel just rolled his eyes and waited for Sam's response, hand idly trailing across his own stomach in a way he hoped either Sam or Jack would take as a hint.
Sadly, it didn't look like he was going to be in luck. Sam was determinedly strapping on the leather harness with one hand, using the other to hold Jack's wrists to the bed (and Jack couldn't have minded too much because Daniel knew he could easily get out of a hold like that). She was obviously in that stubborn "in charge" zone because she wasn't even asking Daniel to help, something that usually got them both into the game
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The waiter led them right to a table in the center of the room, and Jack winced inwardly. He didn’t even like sitting in the middle of the restaurant when he wasn’t trying to appear completely nonchalant.
“I knew we should have skipped dinner and gone straight to the car sex,” he muttered into the back of Daniel’s head. An elbow came back and caught him shallowly in the gut. “Ow,” he grumbled. Ahead, Sam stopped and glanced back at them.
Then she stepped to the side and slid the chair out from under the table, turning it slightly toward Daniel. Daniel glanced down at it and then his head jerked back up. He blinked at her. “What are you doing?”
“Being romantic and holding the chair for you.”
His brows furrowed, quickly. “You’re holding the chair for… me? Shouldn’t that be the other way around?”
“Kids…” Jack warned, sliding into the chair across from them.
Sam ignored him and stared at Daniel. “Why can’t I hold a chair for you?”
“Look, Sam, you know I’m all for women’s lib, but this-“
“Women’s lib?” Sam lifted her eyebrows in ( ... )
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No... wait... I think I'm good now... no...
HAHAHAHAHAAAA... !!!
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I adore it!
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I love them and their spat and Jack claiming to be the man but Sam getting to be the man on Tuesdays. Fantastic.
(is Daniel frustrated because he rarely gets to be the man?)
(also, half of me is reading this as Moebius!verse and half as real!verse. hmmm. maybe it's your icon?)
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It's probably my icon. I meant it as real!verse, but you can read it either way. ;)
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"Carter, it is not Tuesday!" Jack practically shouted. It was a little hard to be intimidated by him when he was stretched out naked and surrounded by red satin pillows, so Daniel just rolled his eyes and waited for Sam's response, hand idly trailing across his own stomach in a way he hoped either Sam or Jack would take as a hint.
Sadly, it didn't look like he was going to be in luck. Sam was determinedly strapping on the leather harness with one hand, using the other to hold Jack's wrists to the bed (and Jack couldn't have minded too much because Daniel knew he could easily get out of a hold like that). She was obviously in that stubborn "in charge" zone because she wasn't even asking Daniel to help, something that usually got them both into the game ( ... )
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