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Complete and utter sap. Not my fault, really. But Shai was listening to these guys talking about sharing housework and crap, and I kept rolling my eyes and... well...
Sam and Jack, future season, vague s8 spoilers.
It shouldn't have been a surprise. Really. She should have used logic, and expected this sort of behavior from him.
But... it was just that Sam Carter hadn't expected to arrive home (she was late, as always. Jack had had meetings with half a dozen Washington types and had gotten out early while she'd run an extra half dozen experiments in her lab) and find Jack O'Neill cleaning the bathroom.
Him asleep, or naked, or cooking dinner, she was used to.
Cleaning the bathroom left her almost... disturbed.
"Jack?"
"Almost done," he mumbled absently as he wiped carefully at the mirror
"You're cleaning the bathroom."
"Guess you didn't get that doctorate on luck, Carter."
She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorjam. "It's... I just never expected to see you... cleaning the bathroom."
His eyebrows went up and he stopped his wiping. "Carter, I didn't have a housekeeper, y'know."
"Except for Edora."
"Yeah."
Now why had she said that? Damn. Maybe this just made her nervous. It was... domestic. Jack O'Neill wasn't normally a man one would associate with domestic. He was a General in the Air Force, for goodness' sake.
"Carter, what are you thinking?"
"That I like having you clean my bathroom."
He blinked at her, then began to smirk. "I suppose that's a good thing."
"Yup." She stepped into the room, pinning his hips against the bathroom sink. "So. Do you do windows, too?"
"Maybe."
Her arms looped around his neck, and she eyed him for a moment. "Good."
"But only," he said, bending his head down and kissing her gently, "if you do the laundry."
"We'll share."
"Mm. Compromise."
"Didn't know you knew that word."
He shifted, turning so she was the one pinned against the sink. One hand lazily played with the collar of her shirt. "I used a dictionary."
"Good for you."
...erm... no porn at work. sorry.
Sam and Jack, future season, vague s8 spoilers.
It shouldn't have been a surprise. Really. She should have used logic, and expected this sort of behavior from him.
But... it was just that Sam Carter hadn't expected to arrive home (she was late, as always. Jack had had meetings with half a dozen Washington types and had gotten out early while she'd run an extra half dozen experiments in her lab) and find Jack O'Neill cleaning the bathroom.
Him asleep, or naked, or cooking dinner, she was used to.
Cleaning the bathroom left her almost... disturbed.
"Jack?"
"Almost done," he mumbled absently as he wiped carefully at the mirror
"You're cleaning the bathroom."
"Guess you didn't get that doctorate on luck, Carter."
She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorjam. "It's... I just never expected to see you... cleaning the bathroom."
His eyebrows went up and he stopped his wiping. "Carter, I didn't have a housekeeper, y'know."
"Except for Edora."
"Yeah."
Now why had she said that? Damn. Maybe this just made her nervous. It was... domestic. Jack O'Neill wasn't normally a man one would associate with domestic. He was a General in the Air Force, for goodness' sake.
"Carter, what are you thinking?"
"That I like having you clean my bathroom."
He blinked at her, then began to smirk. "I suppose that's a good thing."
"Yup." She stepped into the room, pinning his hips against the bathroom sink. "So. Do you do windows, too?"
"Maybe."
Her arms looped around his neck, and she eyed him for a moment. "Good."
"But only," he said, bending his head down and kissing her gently, "if you do the laundry."
"We'll share."
"Mm. Compromise."
"Didn't know you knew that word."
He shifted, turning so she was the one pinned against the sink. One hand lazily played with the collar of her shirt. "I used a dictionary."
"Good for you."
...erm... no porn at work. sorry.