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Title: Rules
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: Teen
Category: Humor, Fluff
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Jack
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annerbhp for the quick beta and reassurance.
Summary: Rule #1: Don't sleep with your commanding officer.
One day. One more day, and this would have been entirely above-board.
The this in question was the very, very good sex she'd just had with Jack O'Neill, still her commanding officer until tomorrow, a point that had seemed important twenty-four hours ago, but which had faded as the evening wore on until an innocent hand aimed at her arm landed on her waist instead, until Jack had leaned in--and she'd leaned back--and they were kissing, holding onto each other because it was the only thing left to do.
Until they'd ended up in her bed--hers, because she'd hosted his good-bye-and-good-luck-you'll-need-it-in-Washington party--and somehow, forgotten to bring their clothes with them.
Oops.
Sam was actually a little annoyed. She'd waited eight years for this, and she couldn't wait one more day? It was petty, she knew. It didn't really matter, she knew.
It still bothered her.
"Carter," Jack said, his voice conveying sleepy exasperation. "Would you quit thinking so loud?"
Sam let out a loud sigh, and flopped back onto the pillows. "It's just--"
"What?" Jack said, sounding a little worried now. They'd done the whole post-coital "I have no regrets" talk, which Sam had rather enjoyed, if only because Jack had sounded a little tentative. She thought it was cute he had any doubts, especially considering the enthusiasm she'd shown beforehand.
Sam shook her head. "No, it's just--one day!"
There was a puzzled silence, and then Jack O'Neill laughed.
Sam supposed she ought to find it funny too, but she had worked herself up to being severely ticked off at herself, so she frowned and crossed her arms. Not that Jack could see her in the dark, but it made her feel a little better.
Only a little, though, and her annoyance was redoubled when Jack didn't stop laughing.
"I don't see what's so funny," Sam said.
Blinding light abruptly cut the darkness. Sam blinked in the bright blue glow from her bedside clock, the numbers resolving as her eyes recovered.
12:51.
Sam stared at the numbers.
12:51. Her mind whirled, rearranging the facts. She hadn't slept with her commanding officer, because he wasn't actually her CO anymore. Technically, anyway.
She'd take it.
"You should see your face," Jack said, his tone unbearably smug.
Sam grabbed a pillow and smacked him.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: Teen
Category: Humor, Fluff
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Jack
Notes: Thanks to
annerbhp for the quick beta and reassurance.Summary: Rule #1: Don't sleep with your commanding officer.
One day. One more day, and this would have been entirely above-board.
The this in question was the very, very good sex she'd just had with Jack O'Neill, still her commanding officer until tomorrow, a point that had seemed important twenty-four hours ago, but which had faded as the evening wore on until an innocent hand aimed at her arm landed on her waist instead, until Jack had leaned in--and she'd leaned back--and they were kissing, holding onto each other because it was the only thing left to do.
Until they'd ended up in her bed--hers, because she'd hosted his good-bye-and-good-luck-you'll-need-it-in-Washington party--and somehow, forgotten to bring their clothes with them.
Oops.
Sam was actually a little annoyed. She'd waited eight years for this, and she couldn't wait one more day? It was petty, she knew. It didn't really matter, she knew.
It still bothered her.
"Carter," Jack said, his voice conveying sleepy exasperation. "Would you quit thinking so loud?"
Sam let out a loud sigh, and flopped back onto the pillows. "It's just--"
"What?" Jack said, sounding a little worried now. They'd done the whole post-coital "I have no regrets" talk, which Sam had rather enjoyed, if only because Jack had sounded a little tentative. She thought it was cute he had any doubts, especially considering the enthusiasm she'd shown beforehand.
Sam shook her head. "No, it's just--one day!"
There was a puzzled silence, and then Jack O'Neill laughed.
Sam supposed she ought to find it funny too, but she had worked herself up to being severely ticked off at herself, so she frowned and crossed her arms. Not that Jack could see her in the dark, but it made her feel a little better.
Only a little, though, and her annoyance was redoubled when Jack didn't stop laughing.
"I don't see what's so funny," Sam said.
Blinding light abruptly cut the darkness. Sam blinked in the bright blue glow from her bedside clock, the numbers resolving as her eyes recovered.
12:51.
Sam stared at the numbers.
12:51. Her mind whirled, rearranging the facts. She hadn't slept with her commanding officer, because he wasn't actually her CO anymore. Technically, anyway.
She'd take it.
"You should see your face," Jack said, his tone unbearably smug.
Sam grabbed a pillow and smacked him.
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Date: 2011-05-08 03:50 am (UTC)From:It's another Sam/Jack fic. Yay for me getting something I really, really wanted!
You know that for the rest of their natural lives (and on into eternity if they end up Ascended) whenever Jack is a bit obnoxious and she calls him on it, this is going to happen:
JACK: But you love me anyway. You love me enough that you were willing to sleep with me when I was still your CO!
SAM: But I didn't!
JACK: Technically, no. Mentally, you so crossed that line!
SAM: Oh, YOU!!! [a couch cushion goes flying in the general direction of his midriff]
JACK: [deftly fielding the pillow as she knew she would, and clasping it to his bosom] (melodramatically) Ah! An offering of pure love!!!
And then he crosses to her, and either offers the pillow melodramatically back, or he pretends to smother her with it, or he tickles her, etc. depending on their inclinations, but the result is always the same it leads to kissing which leads to either
1) a reinactment of the original incident under discussion
or
2) "Mommmm!!! Dadddd!!! That's so GROSS!!! Eeeewwww!!!!" from the regrettably aptly named (Jack just knows he should have held out for George. A George would have simply looked the other way!) Daniel O'Neill.
depending on the choices they've made, and which Universe it is. Of course if they've ascended, the end of it would not be nearly so... corporeal, but I suppose they'd do the equivalent of the Orlin mind-touch thing instead. Sam would be able to read the part of Jack that's thinking "This would be so much cooler with bodies!" and he'd be able to read the part of her that thinks "He's such a guy! (And I like that, and yeah, it would be!)".
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Date: 2011-05-09 03:16 am (UTC)From:I also really can't see either one of them Ascended. Jack would go NUTS, for sure.
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Date: 2011-05-09 03:40 am (UTC)From:I don't see Sam doing it either. It's too much of a leap of faith for her scientific mind. Even though she knows it is real and possible, she'd get too wrapped up in the how, and wouldn't be able to let go and let it happen.
Oma (or whoever took on her role after Oma left for eternal battle against Anubis) would end up chiding her for thinking too much, and there would be Jack in the background muttering "She's like that! Look we're both honored and everything, but neither one of us is Daniel, so I think the deal's off."
So, no, I don't really see either one of them as Ascended either. It was just a case of my sense of the ridiculous getting the better of me. It does that. Frequently. ;)
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Date: 2011-05-09 11:57 pm (UTC)From:And no, I don't think Jack would refuse Ascension because he didn't feel good enough. I think he would just think it was boring. (Honestly, I'm not sure I don't agree.)
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Date: 2011-05-08 02:30 pm (UTC)From:(They are just so stupid cute, aren't they?)
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Date: 2011-05-07 10:21 am (UTC)From:Yay, trout ficlet making me smile!
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Date: 2011-05-09 02:20 am (UTC)From:Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-05-08 01:29 am (UTC)From:Leave it to Sam to fuss over doing it all 'right'.
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Date: 2011-05-08 01:58 pm (UTC)From:Melissa M.
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Date: 2011-05-13 02:56 pm (UTC)From:So cute, and really, I can see both of them acting exactly like that. *hearts*
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Date: 2011-05-13 03:29 pm (UTC)From:Lol
Date: 2011-06-09 12:31 pm (UTC)From:Re: Lol
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Date: 2012-01-13 05:08 am (UTC)From:Adorable!
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Date: 2012-01-13 05:15 am (UTC)From::-)
Thanks, hon.