Random SG-1 spam. Sam/Jack fluff

[lyssie]

From an on-going, unfinished fic:

Cut for sappiness.



"Casey Jones is comin' round the track --"

Sam Carter stared at the man who was the father of her child. "What *are* you doing?"

"Singing."

"To my stomach."

"Well, yeah." He looked smug.

She closed her eyes. "Jack?"

"Yes, Carter?"

"Stop singing at my stomach."

He let out a sigh. "Why?"

"Because it's irritating."

His eyebrows went up. "You sayin' I can't sing, Carter?"

"Yes. And neither can I, so don't get your hopes up."

"Huh. Bet Daniel can sing."

"Jack." Her eyes narrowed, "You are not having Daniel sing at my stomach."

"Aw, why not? It would be enlightening."

"No."

He pouted.

"It would be creepy."

Jack gave her the I Want Sex and/or Cookies and/or Beer Look.

"No."

He sighed, extravegantly. "All right." He leaned closer, "Wanna have sex?"

"Yes."

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See? Sappy.

Comments

[woodface]

*giggles* They're too cute. She didn't even have to think about the answer to the last question there *g*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Of course not. She might be pregnant, that doesn't mean she isn't horny...

[woodface]

Think she'd get even hornier?

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I've never been pregnant, but I've heard it can add.... hormones and stuff.

[fallenbelle.livejournal.com]

Dude, she sooooo would. Jack would love it at first, but after a month of non-stop sex, he would be begging for mercy. And Sam would just laugh at him as she rips his clothes off. :p

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Which is almost as disturbing as Sam as a fembot giving Jack sex (and my grammar is dying, it's late).

[woodface]

Mmmmmmmmm, pregnant!sex.