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applecameronAuthor: Apple Cameron
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoilers: Window of Opportunity
The first time, he only kissed her.
"What's this?"
"My resignation."
Then he went up to Sam and kissed her, the way he thought about doing late at night, dipping her backwards and making a frontal assault on her lips, in front of God, George Hammond and everybody.
"Whoa."
The second time, now that he knew he wouldn't get slapped, he'd start a lot earlier in the day.
***
Fucking Froot Loops. Didn't matter. The Plan, that's what mattered. Resignation letter, fuck Carter. Resign, fuck Carter.
It took about 45 seconds to type the letter. Too long.
"Sam!" He grabbed her and dragged them both to Hammond's office. "Here you go, George."
Hammond scanned the letter quickly, then let it drop. "Jack, what the hell is this?"
"We can talk about my returning as a highly-paid civilian consultant later, George. Right now, I'm borrowing your Major." He was backing out the door with every step, bruising Sam's wrist with his fingers.
"Colonel--"
"Come on, Sam. Before he throws me in the infirmary."
That got her moving, at least.
They hoofed it up to the surface, and by God, there she was right there with him, young and beautiful and brilliant in the sun, with glowing blue eyes. And she was USAF, holy shit, and he wasn't. He wasn't. Holy fuck.
So there was nothing stopping him. Jack reached and pulled Sam to him, palm on her lower back, where he'd always wondered if it would fit. It did. So the other hand reached for her cheek, where it fit, too, fancy that, and curved around to the nape of her perfect neck, and he sampled her mouth, gently, gently. Until she trembled suddenly against him and made a sound that jolted through him, then pulled back.
"Jesus, Colonel-- " Her eyes were even bluer. "--sir, Jack." They were both breathing heavy. "Is this for real?"
"That's Colonel, comma, retired." He leaned in, memorizing her smell. "This is it, Sam. Our chance. Grab it." Please.
It took all of three seconds for her to make a decision. Then she took his face into her hands.
He drove to the closest motel, paid cash, and threw them both on the bed.
***
"Hell of a seduction, Colonel."
That got a long look.
She leaned over and kissed him again. "Colonel, comma, retired."
He kissed her back. "That's better."
***
Fucking Froot Loops. And there she was again, young and beautiful and brilliant in the flourescent lights, and completely oblivious to Their One Day.
Oh, Jesus Christ, that hurt like a knife in the gut.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoilers: Window of Opportunity
The first time, he only kissed her.
"What's this?"
"My resignation."
Then he went up to Sam and kissed her, the way he thought about doing late at night, dipping her backwards and making a frontal assault on her lips, in front of God, George Hammond and everybody.
"Whoa."
The second time, now that he knew he wouldn't get slapped, he'd start a lot earlier in the day.
***
Fucking Froot Loops. Didn't matter. The Plan, that's what mattered. Resignation letter, fuck Carter. Resign, fuck Carter.
It took about 45 seconds to type the letter. Too long.
"Sam!" He grabbed her and dragged them both to Hammond's office. "Here you go, George."
Hammond scanned the letter quickly, then let it drop. "Jack, what the hell is this?"
"We can talk about my returning as a highly-paid civilian consultant later, George. Right now, I'm borrowing your Major." He was backing out the door with every step, bruising Sam's wrist with his fingers.
"Colonel--"
"Come on, Sam. Before he throws me in the infirmary."
That got her moving, at least.
They hoofed it up to the surface, and by God, there she was right there with him, young and beautiful and brilliant in the sun, with glowing blue eyes. And she was USAF, holy shit, and he wasn't. He wasn't. Holy fuck.
So there was nothing stopping him. Jack reached and pulled Sam to him, palm on her lower back, where he'd always wondered if it would fit. It did. So the other hand reached for her cheek, where it fit, too, fancy that, and curved around to the nape of her perfect neck, and he sampled her mouth, gently, gently. Until she trembled suddenly against him and made a sound that jolted through him, then pulled back.
"Jesus, Colonel-- " Her eyes were even bluer. "--sir, Jack." They were both breathing heavy. "Is this for real?"
"That's Colonel, comma, retired." He leaned in, memorizing her smell. "This is it, Sam. Our chance. Grab it." Please.
It took all of three seconds for her to make a decision. Then she took his face into her hands.
He drove to the closest motel, paid cash, and threw them both on the bed.
***
"Hell of a seduction, Colonel."
That got a long look.
She leaned over and kissed him again. "Colonel, comma, retired."
He kissed her back. "That's better."
***
Fucking Froot Loops. And there she was again, young and beautiful and brilliant in the flourescent lights, and completely oblivious to Their One Day.
Oh, Jesus Christ, that hurt like a knife in the gut.