holdouttrout: not your ordinary fish (Sam_Jack_stillthere)
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Title: Rules
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: Teen
Category: Humor, Fluff
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Jack
Notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] 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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