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hrm.
Hey, RSR, oh evil one? Cally/Leela has more plotted out in my brain, but I haven't been able to write it down except as a bare bones thing. The walk home was very fruitful. I have at least the middle of the piece and quite possibly the end. I now need to write the sex, the violence, and some more dust... Hrm.
Also, I had Sam and Jack in my brain. Sigh. (And Kitty and Nate, so I know where THAT stupid thing is finally going... And thank god for that. I totally need to finish that.)
So, since it was fluffy and. stuff. Sam and Jack. Post-Ascenscion (leave your logic at the door)
"So. You make souffles."
"Hrm?" Sam Carter considered moving, considered rolling over and facing the man flopped against her back with his lips against her neck. His breath was sort of tickling. But she was tired, and really simply wanted to sleep.
"You."
His arm was flopped over her, his thumb (apparently) idly stroking a patch of skin under her right breast. Until now, she hadn't really noticed it. Until now, he'd been sleeping just like her.
Resigning herself to at least a partial conversation, she took her mouth off the corner of the pillow and grimaced. Chewing a pillow. Damn, who'd'a thunk Sam Carter chewed pillows in her sleep. "Me, what?"
"Can make souffles."
Ok. If she'd been facing him, she would have nailed him with her patented, "What the fuck are you talking about, sir?" expression. Instead she merely shifted and let out a sigh. "Yes. I can make souffles."
"Carter." He paused to removed the whisps of hair from his mouth, then resumed talking against her neck (which was making her skin itch), "You can't even boil water properly. How the hell can you make souffles?"
"It's like a lab experiment." Hoping that would satisfy him, she prepared to settle down when a thought struck her. "And why the hell do you wanna know?"
The bed shifted slightly, "'Cause."
"Why?"
The hand under her breast stilled for a moment, then began gliding its nails on her skin. "'Cause I think it's cute."
"Cute, huh?"
"Yup."
She considered for a few moments, because interestingly enough, she almost wasn't sleepy anymore. Except... And yet, the man at her back was restless. He got like this, sometimes. Daniel and Teal'c had long ago learned to wander off when Jack O'Neill was restless at midnight. It had... made for some smirks in the morning. And some soreness, not to mention sleepiness.
A restless Jack O'Neill was a danger to himself as well as others.
But that wasn't what first came to mind.
"How did you know?"
"Know what?"
She refused to turn around to face him. It was too silly. Besides. She was sleepy. "That I can make souffles."
"Just did."
"Uhuh." Stretching out carefully, dragging her toes down his legs and bumping back against him, Sam let out a sigh. "So I'm cute because I can make souffles?"
The hand had shifted upwards and was now carefully caressing the lower half of her breast. That whole sleepy feeling was definitely gone. "Yup."
"Ja-ack."
Stubble-clad chin slid along her neck as he shifted and licked her neck. "Hrm?"
Blowing out a breath, she moved, rolling in a tactic he had once taught *her* that ended up with her straddling him, his hands already gliding to her waist. "Cute, huh?"
"Yup." A smirk flickered across his lips.
"I'll show you cute." Her tone was little more than a growl, her eyes gleaming.
For a moment, he might have had fear flicker in his eyes. Then it was replaced by more self-satisfied smirking. "Cool."
-fin-
Also, I had Sam and Jack in my brain. Sigh. (And Kitty and Nate, so I know where THAT stupid thing is finally going... And thank god for that. I totally need to finish that.)
So, since it was fluffy and. stuff. Sam and Jack. Post-Ascenscion (leave your logic at the door)
"So. You make souffles."
"Hrm?" Sam Carter considered moving, considered rolling over and facing the man flopped against her back with his lips against her neck. His breath was sort of tickling. But she was tired, and really simply wanted to sleep.
"You."
His arm was flopped over her, his thumb (apparently) idly stroking a patch of skin under her right breast. Until now, she hadn't really noticed it. Until now, he'd been sleeping just like her.
Resigning herself to at least a partial conversation, she took her mouth off the corner of the pillow and grimaced. Chewing a pillow. Damn, who'd'a thunk Sam Carter chewed pillows in her sleep. "Me, what?"
"Can make souffles."
Ok. If she'd been facing him, she would have nailed him with her patented, "What the fuck are you talking about, sir?" expression. Instead she merely shifted and let out a sigh. "Yes. I can make souffles."
"Carter." He paused to removed the whisps of hair from his mouth, then resumed talking against her neck (which was making her skin itch), "You can't even boil water properly. How the hell can you make souffles?"
"It's like a lab experiment." Hoping that would satisfy him, she prepared to settle down when a thought struck her. "And why the hell do you wanna know?"
The bed shifted slightly, "'Cause."
"Why?"
The hand under her breast stilled for a moment, then began gliding its nails on her skin. "'Cause I think it's cute."
"Cute, huh?"
"Yup."
She considered for a few moments, because interestingly enough, she almost wasn't sleepy anymore. Except... And yet, the man at her back was restless. He got like this, sometimes. Daniel and Teal'c had long ago learned to wander off when Jack O'Neill was restless at midnight. It had... made for some smirks in the morning. And some soreness, not to mention sleepiness.
A restless Jack O'Neill was a danger to himself as well as others.
But that wasn't what first came to mind.
"How did you know?"
"Know what?"
She refused to turn around to face him. It was too silly. Besides. She was sleepy. "That I can make souffles."
"Just did."
"Uhuh." Stretching out carefully, dragging her toes down his legs and bumping back against him, Sam let out a sigh. "So I'm cute because I can make souffles?"
The hand had shifted upwards and was now carefully caressing the lower half of her breast. That whole sleepy feeling was definitely gone. "Yup."
"Ja-ack."
Stubble-clad chin slid along her neck as he shifted and licked her neck. "Hrm?"
Blowing out a breath, she moved, rolling in a tactic he had once taught *her* that ended up with her straddling him, his hands already gliding to her waist. "Cute, huh?"
"Yup." A smirk flickered across his lips.
"I'll show you cute." Her tone was little more than a growl, her eyes gleaming.
For a moment, he might have had fear flicker in his eyes. Then it was replaced by more self-satisfied smirking. "Cool."
-fin-
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