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The Changeling spoilers. Sex. Because I feel like it.
"I hear we were firemen."
"Mmm."
"Yeah." He shifted, hand trailing down her back. "Teal'c says I was the fire chief."
A chuckle answered him, then her lips touched his jaw. "Always wanted to be one, have you?"
"Could be fun. Fire engine, dalmation, big hose."
"Hrm." Blue eyes meet brown, amusement dancing within them. "Did I ever tell you I find firemen *incredibly* sexy?"
"No."
She raised an eyebrow, studying him critically. "I'm sure, of course, that it was just a passing thing. About three of my friends in high school were heavily crushing on the local fire chief."
"Fire chief?" He could swear that was a squeak. And he did *not* squeak. Really.
"Yeah." A nod, "He was quite a bit older than us. With dark brown hair, starting to silver, brown eyes, and this incredibly sexy smirk."
He narrowed his eyes at her, his idle hand beginning to move with purpose. "Really."
"There was this scandal, of course. He was a real maverick--tended to mock authority. We thought it was really cool." A smirk touched her lips. "Of course, we were only 16 at the time. So, what did we know?"
"Dunno." That hand was beginning to move with more surety, one finger tracing its own path along her skin.
And it was enough. She heaved in a shuddering breath and the blue of her eyes deepened. "Jack..."
"What?"
"That--" Her breath caught as his finger slid into her.
His smirk appeared. "Feel like remeniscing more, Carter?"
"No." Decisively, she moved, pinning him to the bed, legs straddling his thighs. His finger continued to move in and out, thumb brushing her clitoris every so often.
"I hear we were firemen."
"Mmm."
"Yeah." He shifted, hand trailing down her back. "Teal'c says I was the fire chief."
A chuckle answered him, then her lips touched his jaw. "Always wanted to be one, have you?"
"Could be fun. Fire engine, dalmation, big hose."
"Hrm." Blue eyes meet brown, amusement dancing within them. "Did I ever tell you I find firemen *incredibly* sexy?"
"No."
She raised an eyebrow, studying him critically. "I'm sure, of course, that it was just a passing thing. About three of my friends in high school were heavily crushing on the local fire chief."
"Fire chief?" He could swear that was a squeak. And he did *not* squeak. Really.
"Yeah." A nod, "He was quite a bit older than us. With dark brown hair, starting to silver, brown eyes, and this incredibly sexy smirk."
He narrowed his eyes at her, his idle hand beginning to move with purpose. "Really."
"There was this scandal, of course. He was a real maverick--tended to mock authority. We thought it was really cool." A smirk touched her lips. "Of course, we were only 16 at the time. So, what did we know?"
"Dunno." That hand was beginning to move with more surety, one finger tracing its own path along her skin.
And it was enough. She heaved in a shuddering breath and the blue of her eyes deepened. "Jack..."
"What?"
"That--" Her breath caught as his finger slid into her.
His smirk appeared. "Feel like remeniscing more, Carter?"
"No." Decisively, she moved, pinning him to the bed, legs straddling his thighs. His finger continued to move in and out, thumb brushing her clitoris every so often.