Okay. Here's all I've got on the fluff front. I tried and it's marginally fluffy.
Let's all pretend they've managed to kill off the goa'uld and Jack's retired in the last few minutes, eh? Oh, and this has to happen before the beginning of S8. Oh, and someone's decided to make the program public. Let's say Hayes needs a quick jolt in the polls.
It's a bad sign when there's that many contingencies.
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He's halfway out the door when she catches him. "Sir!"
"Carter," and he tries not to be obvious as he looks her up and down and admires the way the dress blues fall on her.
"You've got a little fluff on your collar, sir." And she reaches up and brushes it away and somehow one hand manages to stay there while the other drifts down to his lapel and it means she's standing awfully close.
"Carter?"
"Jack?" and she's got that look in her eye and the tilt to her eyebrow that he's just coming to know.
"You've got a little lint. . . . here" and he smoothes his hand up her side and up and over and brushes against the side of her breast through layers of fabric and her eyes flutter for just a second.
"Thanks." It's a little faint and he really, really wants to lean down three inches and kiss her, so he does.
She stiffens just a little before she remembers, and then she relaxes, loosens her hands from his jacket and leans into him and opens her mouth and this whole saving the world thing was a *great* idea.
"Son?" And Jack pulls away but doesn't exactly let go of Sam, even as she squirms just a little and tries to pull away.
"George." The other man is quietly beaming and Jack can't help but let the smile he's been trying to hide break over his face. They've all been smiling a lot in the past 72 hours.
"Are you two about ready? The president is waiting."
And he looks back down at the woman in front of him. "I don't know. Are we ready?"
She smacks his shoulder lightly, but her eyes are a little dazed and her lips are slightly parted and look like they've just been kissed and he can't quite believe how much he's looking forward to seeing her like this every day for the rest of his life.
He realises they've been standing there grinning at each other and ignoring Hammond and the president and the hundred other dignitaries and press people waiting to hear the annoncement that will make the program public and declare the goa'uld no longer a threat, people who are waiting not ten feet down the hall and this, she and him and her mouth and her tongue and these deep, wet kisses that seem to last forever, can wait until later. They've waited ten years.
Relativity's going to be a bitch about the next hour, though.
"Well then. I guess we should go."
He holds a hand out, motions for her to follow Hammond and since protocol and regulations no longer dictate she walk behind him (retirement means all sorts of fun new things for them to figure out, including forgetting how to act like CO and 2IC) she smiles brilliantly and walks past him.
And later, as he stands next to her and Teal'c and Daniel and General Hammond on the stage and smiles for the cameras that will record this event, he slings an arm around Sam's shoulders because now that it's official, now that he can, he needs to touch her, to allow himself the casual contact he's been denied.
She smiles widely and looks up at him, and then glances down at where his hand is curled comfortably around her upper arm. "What's that for?"
And he smiles and looks out over the crowd and says "Just got a little fluff on you there, Sam."
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Hee. Fluff. I know, I'm so hilarious. Hope your day gets better.
Jack sulked quietly. Carter was making moon-eyes at the guy across the table.
"...And that's when I realized we simply needed to realign the engine's magnifactoid eccentricolometer," the guy with too many teeth and distinctly non-regulation hair concluded. "Of course, if it wasn't for Major Carter's discovery that we were dealing with a pulsed phase propulsion scheme -- "
"Oh, but I only noticed that thanks to your explanation of the primary power core," Carter interrupted. Her eyes were twinkling. Jack glowered.
"Really, Major -- " the guy started.
"Okay!" Jack exclaimed. "We get it. You're both really, really smart." He looked to Hammond. "Sir, are we sufficiently debriefed yet?"
The general considered. "For the moment, Colonel. I still expect all your written reports on my desk." Hammond stood and turned to the guy. "On behalf of the United States government, and the people of Earth, I'd like to thank you for your aid in the past few weeks."
"Oh, think nothing of it, General," the guy replied jovially as he rose from his seat and shrugged his scarf back into place. "It's become a bit of a hobby of mine." He looked to Carter. "Major, won't you accompany me to the embarkation room?"
Jack jammed his hands in his pockets, fiercely not watching Carter go out the briefing room with the guy and his girlfriend, instead finding something fascinating to watch on one of the gate's lower superconductor clamps. He heard someone step up beside him.
It's only because I've been watching too many Rankin-Bass Christmas specials, you know...
Bonus points to anyone who can tell me which one I'm talking about here!
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The little puppet danced around the television screen in a vaugely creepy fashion, singing as he went. "Oh, I'm Mister White Christmas! I'm Mister Snow! I'm Mister Icecicle! I'm Mister Ten-below-"
"Carter?"
"Hrm?" She reached out to steal some of his popcorn, then leaned her head back against his shoulder. His arm slid around her shoulders.
"Explain to me again why we're watching this?"
Sam gently poked him in the side. "Because you were flipping through channels and said 'Huh. This looks interesting.'"
"Well...it is interesting, but I'm not sure that's a good thing." He sighed. "Aren't you supposed to stop me before I do really stupid things?"
She smirked. "In that case, I'd never have time to sleep, sir."
He made a face and tightened his hold, drawing her a bit closer. "I think we've found something even more disturbing than the Gou'ald."
"Mmm-hmm," she agreed, raising an eyebrow as the little ice man puppet was replaced by a little puppet man who had flames coming out of his head. "Even Ba'al would probably consider this going too far."
"Think we could send tapes to them? Sort've a Season's Greetings from the Tau'ri?"
Sam grinned at the mental image of Heat Miser and Cold Miser wreaking havok throughout various Gou'ald strongholds. "I think that would render the Protected Planets Treaty null and void." She frowned. "Well, more null and void than it already is."
"Good point." His fingertips began walking up and down her upper arm. "Plus, they might get some new torture techniques out of it."
"And we couldn't have that." She distracted him with a quick cheek kiss and managed to sneak the remote away from him. "Hey, they're playing Lord of the Rings! You wanna watch this instead?"
"Oooo...Carter with elf-ears. Yeah, I can get behind that."
She poked him again. "You are such an ass sometimes. Did you know that?"
"So I've been informed," he answered mildly, kissing her forehead. She grumbled faintly and he kissed her again. "I love you, Carter."
He had everything. Wine. Flowers. And the finest Athosian silk cloth he was able to convince Teyla to part with. Actually, that part hadn't been too hard...he had simply asked. He was just putting the last flower on the table when his actions were interrupted.
"I just got your message, John. What did you want to see me f.." Liz's voice trailed off as she surveyed the scene before her. "What's this?"
He backed a few feet away from the table. "I thought it'd be a nice way to spend some time alone. I know we can't officially announce that we're seeing each other, but.."
He was just about to finish the sentence when he suddenly had hands full of Liz and lips that were being deliciously occupied by hers. He wanted nothing more to clear the table of everything and place her upon it, but the thought of the lit candles liking the cloth a little too much wasn't too appealing so he just let the kiss conclude naturally.
She gave him a few departing nips and settled into his arms. "I love it. But really, where did you get the candles?"
"I won them from Dr. Beckett in a poker game."
Liz moved away slightly. "Really? And the stethoscope on your dresser?"
"That too." He smirked. He leaned in slightly and met her lips once more. His hands parted from behind the small of her back and traveled slowly north, flattening out and messaging gently. She groaned into his mouth and he tightened his hold. Once more time she drew away.
"So, what's on the menu?"
"Me?" He looked at her almost desperately. They hadn't been intimate in, what, fourteen hours? Way too long.
Liz smiled. "No, you're the dessert." She looked at him with a wicked gleam. He was going to eat sooo fast.
"Ah. Well, that's good too." He motioned her to the table.
They sat across from each other and enjoyed their meal. He couldn't count the number of times they would look up at the other from their plates, always would look down quickly, a deep blush covering both cheeks.
Finally sated she gently dabbed both corners of her mouth with her napkin. Getting out of her chair, hip swaying slightly, she walked over to where he was sitting. John scooted his chair out and was prepared to stand when she gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Being a good boy he stayed where he was.
Liz slid onto his lap and placed her arms around his shoulders. "So," she whispered as she leaned down a little, scant millimeters from his ear, her warm breath fluttering across his skin. "you want to go back to your place and get some use out of that stethoscope?"
He looked at her and discovered that for some reason the ability of speech had deserted him completely.
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Hrm.
Now I have Something for Kate in my head still... hrrm
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Let's all pretend they've managed to kill off the goa'uld and Jack's retired in the last few minutes, eh? Oh, and this has to happen before the beginning of S8. Oh, and someone's decided to make the program public. Let's say Hayes needs a quick jolt in the polls.
It's a bad sign when there's that many contingencies.
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He's halfway out the door when she catches him. "Sir!"
"Carter," and he tries not to be obvious as he looks her up and down and admires the way the dress blues fall on her.
"You've got a little fluff on your collar, sir." And she reaches up and brushes it away and somehow one hand manages to stay there while the other drifts down to his lapel and it means she's standing awfully close.
"Carter?"
"Jack?" and she's got that look in her eye and the tilt to her eyebrow that he's just coming to know.
"You've got a little lint. . . . here" and he smoothes his hand up her side and up and over and brushes against the side of her breast through layers of fabric and her eyes flutter for just a second.
"Thanks." It's a little faint and he really, really wants to lean down three inches and kiss her, so he does.
She stiffens just a little before she remembers, and then she relaxes, loosens her hands from his jacket and leans into him and opens her mouth and this whole saving the world thing was a *great* idea.
"Son?" And Jack pulls away but doesn't exactly let go of Sam, even as she squirms just a little and tries to pull away.
"George." The other man is quietly beaming and Jack can't help but let the smile he's been trying to hide break over his face. They've all been smiling a lot in the past 72 hours.
"Are you two about ready? The president is waiting."
And he looks back down at the woman in front of him. "I don't know. Are we ready?"
She smacks his shoulder lightly, but her eyes are a little dazed and her lips are slightly parted and look like they've just been kissed and he can't quite believe how much he's looking forward to seeing her like this every day for the rest of his life.
He realises they've been standing there grinning at each other and ignoring Hammond and the president and the hundred other dignitaries and press people waiting to hear the annoncement that will make the program public and declare the goa'uld no longer a threat, people who are waiting not ten feet down the hall and this, she and him and her mouth and her tongue and these deep, wet kisses that seem to last forever, can wait until later. They've waited ten years.
Relativity's going to be a bitch about the next hour, though.
"Well then. I guess we should go."
He holds a hand out, motions for her to follow Hammond and since protocol and regulations no longer dictate she walk behind him (retirement means all sorts of fun new things for them to figure out, including forgetting how to act like CO and 2IC) she smiles brilliantly and walks past him.
And later, as he stands next to her and Teal'c and Daniel and General Hammond on the stage and smiles for the cameras that will record this event, he slings an arm around Sam's shoulders because now that it's official, now that he can, he needs to touch her, to allow himself the casual contact he's been denied.
She smiles widely and looks up at him, and then glances down at where his hand is curled comfortably around her upper arm. "What's that for?"
And he smiles and looks out over the crowd and says "Just got a little fluff on you there, Sam."
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Hee. Fluff. I know, I'm so hilarious. Hope your day gets better.
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"...And that's when I realized we simply needed to realign the engine's magnifactoid eccentricolometer," the guy with too many teeth and distinctly non-regulation hair concluded. "Of course, if it wasn't for Major Carter's discovery that we were dealing with a pulsed phase propulsion scheme -- "
"Oh, but I only noticed that thanks to your explanation of the primary power core," Carter interrupted. Her eyes were twinkling. Jack glowered.
"Really, Major -- " the guy started.
"Okay!" Jack exclaimed. "We get it. You're both really, really smart." He looked to Hammond. "Sir, are we sufficiently debriefed yet?"
The general considered. "For the moment, Colonel. I still expect all your written reports on my desk." Hammond stood and turned to the guy. "On behalf of the United States government, and the people of Earth, I'd like to thank you for your aid in the past few weeks."
"Oh, think nothing of it, General," the guy replied jovially as he rose from his seat and shrugged his scarf back into place. "It's become a bit of a hobby of mine." He looked to Carter. "Major, won't you accompany me to the embarkation room?"
Jack jammed his hands in his pockets, fiercely not watching Carter go out the briefing room with the guy and his girlfriend, instead finding something fascinating to watch on one of the gate's lower superconductor clamps. He heard someone step up beside him.
"Um, Jack," Daniel, "do you think Sam -- "
"Shut up, Daniel."
"Right."
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Poor Sam. Bet this one dies on her, too.;)
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Bonus points to anyone who can tell me which one I'm talking about here!
***
The little puppet danced around the television screen in a vaugely creepy fashion, singing as he went. "Oh, I'm Mister White Christmas! I'm Mister Snow! I'm Mister Icecicle! I'm Mister Ten-below-"
"Carter?"
"Hrm?" She reached out to steal some of his popcorn, then leaned her head back against his shoulder. His arm slid around her shoulders.
"Explain to me again why we're watching this?"
Sam gently poked him in the side. "Because you were flipping through channels and said 'Huh. This looks interesting.'"
"Well...it is interesting, but I'm not sure that's a good thing." He sighed. "Aren't you supposed to stop me before I do really stupid things?"
She smirked. "In that case, I'd never have time to sleep, sir."
He made a face and tightened his hold, drawing her a bit closer. "I think we've found something even more disturbing than the Gou'ald."
"Mmm-hmm," she agreed, raising an eyebrow as the little ice man puppet was replaced by a little puppet man who had flames coming out of his head. "Even Ba'al would probably consider this going too far."
"Think we could send tapes to them? Sort've a Season's Greetings from the Tau'ri?"
Sam grinned at the mental image of Heat Miser and Cold Miser wreaking havok throughout various Gou'ald strongholds. "I think that would render the Protected Planets Treaty null and void." She frowned. "Well, more null and void than it already is."
"Good point." His fingertips began walking up and down her upper arm. "Plus, they might get some new torture techniques out of it."
"And we couldn't have that." She distracted him with a quick cheek kiss and managed to sneak the remote away from him. "Hey, they're playing Lord of the Rings! You wanna watch this instead?"
"Oooo...Carter with elf-ears. Yeah, I can get behind that."
She poked him again. "You are such an ass sometimes. Did you know that?"
"So I've been informed," he answered mildly, kissing her forehead. She grumbled faintly and he kissed her again. "I love you, Carter."
"Love you too...jerk."
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... pants!verse! (almost ;)
*pets the fluff* *happy*
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John/Liz fluff..again...
"I just got your message, John. What did you want to see me f.." Liz's voice trailed off as she surveyed the scene before her. "What's this?"
He backed a few feet away from the table. "I thought it'd be a nice way to spend some time alone. I know we can't officially announce that we're seeing each other, but.."
He was just about to finish the sentence when he suddenly had hands full of Liz and lips that were being deliciously occupied by hers. He wanted nothing more to clear the table of everything and place her upon it, but the thought of the lit candles liking the cloth a little too much wasn't too appealing so he just let the kiss conclude naturally.
She gave him a few departing nips and settled into his arms. "I love it. But really, where did you get the candles?"
"I won them from Dr. Beckett in a poker game."
Liz moved away slightly. "Really? And the stethoscope on your dresser?"
"That too." He smirked. He leaned in slightly and met her lips once more. His hands parted from behind the small of her back and traveled slowly north, flattening out and messaging gently. She groaned into his mouth and he tightened his hold. Once more time she drew away.
"So, what's on the menu?"
"Me?" He looked at her almost desperately. They hadn't been intimate in, what, fourteen hours? Way too long.
Liz smiled. "No, you're the dessert." She looked at him with a wicked gleam. He was going to eat sooo fast.
"Ah. Well, that's good too." He motioned her to the table.
They sat across from each other and enjoyed their meal. He couldn't count the number of times they would look up at the other from their plates, always would look down quickly, a deep blush covering both cheeks.
Finally sated she gently dabbed both corners of her mouth with her napkin. Getting out of her chair, hip swaying slightly, she walked over to where he was sitting. John scooted his chair out and was prepared to stand when she gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Being a good boy he stayed where he was.
Liz slid onto his lap and placed her arms around his shoulders. "So," she whispered as she leaned down a little, scant millimeters from his ear, her warm breath fluttering across his skin. "you want to go back to your place and get some use out of that stethoscope?"
He looked at her and discovered that for some reason the ability of speech had deserted him completely.
-fin-
Re: John/Liz fluff..again...
*pets the fluff*
Ah, fluff. It does a body good.
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