FIC: Five Stages of Love Drabbles [SG-1: Sam/Vala]
Title: Five Stages of Love, Complete
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Vala Mal Duran
Rating: PG-13ish
Total Word Count: 1011
Summary: More stagesoflove drabble. Vala learns a few things about earth customs from a certain Major.
Attraction
“Sorry kiddo,” Jacob had once told her. “You don’t get to choose who you fall in love with.”
Sam asked the same question then as she did now -
Why?
Why did she find herself attracted to someone who infuriated, frustrated, flabbergasted and discombobulated on a frequent, if not daily basis? Like Timmy Johnston in third grade, who pulled her hair, called her names, teased her mercilessly, to the point where she wanted to scream because it didn’t seem fair that someone she liked THAT much seemed to live to torment her.
Many years later, she wondered the same question.
Why was she attracted to Vala Mal Doran?
Vala.
Whose interest in the world began and ended in relation to what it gained her. Vala. Who, when Sam was particularly excited about something, tilted her head and gazed at her in that annoyingly patronizing manner. As if she were appeasing a small child who’d just learned to tie their shoes.
Vala.
Whose name, just the thought of it, could send Sam’s thoughts meandering until she’d forgotten where she was or what she was doing.
“Hello, Major.”
Sam froze in her tracks, mumbling something incoherently as Vala sauntered by, waving with her impossibly long eyelashes and thousand watt smile. The smile that made Sam weak in the knees, tied her tongue and sent her heart racing to a gallop.
Vala.
“Sorry kiddo, you can’t choose who you fall in love with.”
Sam turned a corner, found the nearest wall and began smacking her forehead against it.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!”
Romance
“Would you like to go on a date?” Vala fanned her eyelashes flirtatiously as she sat atop Sam’s desk.
Sam swallowed hard. “What?”
“I’m bored,” she sighed almost petulantly. “Daniel’s always telling me I need to educate myself on earth customs. So, I chose your local mating rituals.”
“What?
“Ma-ting rituals,” she stretched the words out, like Sam were a bit think in the head. “The social dance between two attractive people, attracted to each other, leading to..”
“I know what mating rituals are!”
“It‘s a date then,” Vala hopped off the desk, sauntering towards the door. She paused, turning in the doorframe. “And Sam, make it romantic.”
Sam groaned inwardly, leaning forward, banging her head on her desk.
Passion
“What’s this?” Vala asked, a bemused expression on her face.
“This,” Sam put the car into park, turning off the engine. “This is what’s known as Lover’s Lane.”
“Doesn’t look very enticing.”
“It’s not what’s going on outside the car that‘s important, it’s what’s going on inside.”
“And that is?”
“Mating rituals,” Sam wagged her eyebrows lasciviously. “Lover’s Lane, or lanes, it’s a make out location. Someplace private, secluded, with a romantic view to put you in the mood to make out.”
“Make out?”
“Making out is,” Sam draped her arm around Vala’s shoulder, with her other began drawing a trail up Vala’s thigh. “A little heavy petting.” She leaned in closer, drawing her lips across the defined jaw. “A little kissing. You won’t know if you’re doing it right until the windows are fogged up.”
Vala purred as Sam took a nip from her neck. “I think I’m going to like this making out.”
Sam smiled, her free hand drifting even higher. “I thought you would.”
Intimacy
“What are you doing?” Sam groaned.
Vala pushed the two of them against a wall. She released her lips from Sam‘s neck while her hands undid the Major's belt. “I believe this is called getting into your pants.”
“Where’d you learn that?”
“Oh, I overheard some of your fellow co-workers discussing it over lunch,” she explained while yanking Sam‘s t-shirt from her slacks. “Apparently, you’re quite high on the list of the..oh, what was it called? Oh yes, hotties. Which I guess is considered a compliment in your culture. Anyway, you’re one of the hottie’s they’d most like to get into the pants of. I tried to tell them that they were too late but..”
“Vala,” Sam gasped. At the revelation that she was considered a hottie on the base, the fact that Vala was more than willing to have open conversations regarding their sex life and, most importantly, the thing Vala was currently doing with her fingers.
“What?”
“I’m on duty.”
“So?”
“I can’t have sex while I’m on duty.”
“Why not? You’re already halfway there,” Vala smiled, wiggling her fingers across parts of Sam‘s anatomy Sam wasn‘t quite used to having wiggled on while at work. “Don‘t tell me they have those security camera thingies in a broom closet?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good,” Vala dropped to her knees, taking Sam‘s slacks down with her. “Then I can show you what else I learned today.”
Commitment
“Sam?” Daniel stared at her with a slight concern in his eyes. “You look like Hell?”
Sam plopped down across from him. “I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately.”
“Oh?” He lifted his eyebrows curiously. “Any particular reason?”
“Two, actually..”
“There you are!” Vala strode quickly into the mess hall. She plopped down next to Sam, draping an arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Her eyes flashed towards Daniel, squinting accusatorily. “You’re not flirting with my butch are you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Figures he wouldn’t be up on your culture’s lingo.” Vala rolled her eyes. “My butch, my woman, my squeeze, my babe.”
“I believe the expression you are looking for is ‘my bitch’. Butch is in reference to a kind of masculine lesbian, which I guess..OW!” He winced sharply, his hand reaching down to rub his newly bruised shin. “Dammit, Sam.”
“My bitch,” Vala smiled, stealing a French fry from Sam’s plate and popping it into her mouth. “That sounds about right, doesn’t it Boo?”
“Okay, that’s it,” Sam rose from the table. “No more ‘Pimp My Ride’ for you, or MTV, or.. television in general. C’mon, let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” Vala’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, is it time for a 'Booby Call'?”
Daniel called after them. “I believe that’s a 'Booty Call'!”
“Not helping, Daniel,” Sam snapped at him. “Not helping.”
END
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Vala Mal Duran
Rating: PG-13ish
Total Word Count: 1011
Summary: More stagesoflove drabble. Vala learns a few things about earth customs from a certain Major.
Attraction
“Sorry kiddo,” Jacob had once told her. “You don’t get to choose who you fall in love with.”
Sam asked the same question then as she did now -
Why?
Why did she find herself attracted to someone who infuriated, frustrated, flabbergasted and discombobulated on a frequent, if not daily basis? Like Timmy Johnston in third grade, who pulled her hair, called her names, teased her mercilessly, to the point where she wanted to scream because it didn’t seem fair that someone she liked THAT much seemed to live to torment her.
Many years later, she wondered the same question.
Why was she attracted to Vala Mal Doran?
Vala.
Whose interest in the world began and ended in relation to what it gained her. Vala. Who, when Sam was particularly excited about something, tilted her head and gazed at her in that annoyingly patronizing manner. As if she were appeasing a small child who’d just learned to tie their shoes.
Vala.
Whose name, just the thought of it, could send Sam’s thoughts meandering until she’d forgotten where she was or what she was doing.
“Hello, Major.”
Sam froze in her tracks, mumbling something incoherently as Vala sauntered by, waving with her impossibly long eyelashes and thousand watt smile. The smile that made Sam weak in the knees, tied her tongue and sent her heart racing to a gallop.
Vala.
“Sorry kiddo, you can’t choose who you fall in love with.”
Sam turned a corner, found the nearest wall and began smacking her forehead against it.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!”
Romance
“Would you like to go on a date?” Vala fanned her eyelashes flirtatiously as she sat atop Sam’s desk.
Sam swallowed hard. “What?”
“I’m bored,” she sighed almost petulantly. “Daniel’s always telling me I need to educate myself on earth customs. So, I chose your local mating rituals.”
“What?
“Ma-ting rituals,” she stretched the words out, like Sam were a bit think in the head. “The social dance between two attractive people, attracted to each other, leading to..”
“I know what mating rituals are!”
“It‘s a date then,” Vala hopped off the desk, sauntering towards the door. She paused, turning in the doorframe. “And Sam, make it romantic.”
Sam groaned inwardly, leaning forward, banging her head on her desk.
Passion
“What’s this?” Vala asked, a bemused expression on her face.
“This,” Sam put the car into park, turning off the engine. “This is what’s known as Lover’s Lane.”
“Doesn’t look very enticing.”
“It’s not what’s going on outside the car that‘s important, it’s what’s going on inside.”
“And that is?”
“Mating rituals,” Sam wagged her eyebrows lasciviously. “Lover’s Lane, or lanes, it’s a make out location. Someplace private, secluded, with a romantic view to put you in the mood to make out.”
“Make out?”
“Making out is,” Sam draped her arm around Vala’s shoulder, with her other began drawing a trail up Vala’s thigh. “A little heavy petting.” She leaned in closer, drawing her lips across the defined jaw. “A little kissing. You won’t know if you’re doing it right until the windows are fogged up.”
Vala purred as Sam took a nip from her neck. “I think I’m going to like this making out.”
Sam smiled, her free hand drifting even higher. “I thought you would.”
Intimacy
“What are you doing?” Sam groaned.
Vala pushed the two of them against a wall. She released her lips from Sam‘s neck while her hands undid the Major's belt. “I believe this is called getting into your pants.”
“Where’d you learn that?”
“Oh, I overheard some of your fellow co-workers discussing it over lunch,” she explained while yanking Sam‘s t-shirt from her slacks. “Apparently, you’re quite high on the list of the..oh, what was it called? Oh yes, hotties. Which I guess is considered a compliment in your culture. Anyway, you’re one of the hottie’s they’d most like to get into the pants of. I tried to tell them that they were too late but..”
“Vala,” Sam gasped. At the revelation that she was considered a hottie on the base, the fact that Vala was more than willing to have open conversations regarding their sex life and, most importantly, the thing Vala was currently doing with her fingers.
“What?”
“I’m on duty.”
“So?”
“I can’t have sex while I’m on duty.”
“Why not? You’re already halfway there,” Vala smiled, wiggling her fingers across parts of Sam‘s anatomy Sam wasn‘t quite used to having wiggled on while at work. “Don‘t tell me they have those security camera thingies in a broom closet?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good,” Vala dropped to her knees, taking Sam‘s slacks down with her. “Then I can show you what else I learned today.”
Commitment
“Sam?” Daniel stared at her with a slight concern in his eyes. “You look like Hell?”
Sam plopped down across from him. “I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately.”
“Oh?” He lifted his eyebrows curiously. “Any particular reason?”
“Two, actually..”
“There you are!” Vala strode quickly into the mess hall. She plopped down next to Sam, draping an arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Her eyes flashed towards Daniel, squinting accusatorily. “You’re not flirting with my butch are you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Figures he wouldn’t be up on your culture’s lingo.” Vala rolled her eyes. “My butch, my woman, my squeeze, my babe.”
“I believe the expression you are looking for is ‘my bitch’. Butch is in reference to a kind of masculine lesbian, which I guess..OW!” He winced sharply, his hand reaching down to rub his newly bruised shin. “Dammit, Sam.”
“My bitch,” Vala smiled, stealing a French fry from Sam’s plate and popping it into her mouth. “That sounds about right, doesn’t it Boo?”
“Okay, that’s it,” Sam rose from the table. “No more ‘Pimp My Ride’ for you, or MTV, or.. television in general. C’mon, let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” Vala’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, is it time for a 'Booby Call'?”
Daniel called after them. “I believe that’s a 'Booty Call'!”
“Not helping, Daniel,” Sam snapped at him. “Not helping.”
END