The last planet they'd been on had been snowy and icy and had a nasty wind which made their 2 mile run to the 'gate with some sort of weird dinosaur-things on their heels even more unpleasant and by the time they'd made it through the 'gate Colonel O'Neill's entire foot had been purple from where one had nipped at his toe before Sam had realized they might actually be dangerous after all. So he was back at home with his foot propped up on the coffee table and hopefully a bag of frozen peas keeping the swelling down (though Sam figured he'd kicked it off by now) and only one beer within reach because alcohol shouldn't mix with the drugs Janet had him on and she and Daniel were left trudging through the snow looking for a tree.
"Couldn't we have have just bought one in the parking lot back there?" Daniel asked, pulling his snow-covered hat further down over his ears.
"Nope. That's cheating," Sam told him, eyeing the forest for a tree that looked nice and was small enough to fit on her car. "The colonel always gets a real tree and he's going to have one this year too."
"I still can't believe you dragged me out into this weather to cut down a plant," Daniel moaned, kicking at the snowdrifts with his boots. "Just so you could follow the pagan traditions Christianity stole and keep the corpse in Jack's living room."
Sam shook her head and smiled to herself. For all his complaining, she knew Daniel understood the importance of tradition. He just seemed to get cranky in cold weather. "You know, it could be worse," she commented, letting him get ahead of her before reaching down to grab some of the snow at her feet. "We could be carrying all our gear and running into a nasty headwind with dinosaurs trying to eat us."
"What about this one?" he asked, standing in front of a small fir that barely reached his shoulder, but was nicely shaped. "Jack should be able to...ack!" he screamed, batting wildly behind him as Sam stuffed the handful of snow down the back of his collar.
By the time he turned Sam was already running, but not really trying to get away. He came at her with double handfuls and she managed to dodge him twice before he gave up on going for her collar and just tackled her to the ground. She rolled, taking him with her until the came up sharp against the base of a tree. Sam was on her back, breathing had and laughing, with Daniel splayed out on top of her, hands no longer full of snow, but when he shook his head a large clump fell off his hat onto her forehead.
She craned her neck, trying to see something she'd caught a glimpse of in the tree above him - shiny green leaves and sticky white berries and she couldn't help grinning.
"What?" he asked, looking wary.
"Look up," she told him, angling her head slightly and grimacing as she felt the snow beneath her begin the melt. She tried to wiggle away, but he just lay more heavily on top of her.
His head tilted up and when he looked back down there was a shy smile on his lips and the way he whispered, "oh" made her heart beat so hard she was sure he could feel it too. He bowed his head slowly and Sam closed her eyes, wishing she'd brought lip balm because she knew she must be chapped and she felt his weight shifting, just a little, and then his breath - the Altoids he raided from his car over the bitter aroma of coffee - caressed her check just slightly.
And then his lips ghosted in for the tiniest kiss, just on the tip of her nose and she blinked in surprise to see him smiling and snowflakes melting on his glasses as he sat back up on his heels and stood, reaching out a hand to help her. "C'mon, let's get Jack a tree before he gives up and hobbles out to get one himself."
Sam/Daniel - Mistletoe
"Couldn't we have have just bought one in the parking lot back there?" Daniel asked, pulling his snow-covered hat further down over his ears.
"Nope. That's cheating," Sam told him, eyeing the forest for a tree that looked nice and was small enough to fit on her car. "The colonel always gets a real tree and he's going to have one this year too."
"I still can't believe you dragged me out into this weather to cut down a plant," Daniel moaned, kicking at the snowdrifts with his boots. "Just so you could follow the pagan traditions Christianity stole and keep the corpse in Jack's living room."
Sam shook her head and smiled to herself. For all his complaining, she knew Daniel understood the importance of tradition. He just seemed to get cranky in cold weather. "You know, it could be worse," she commented, letting him get ahead of her before reaching down to grab some of the snow at her feet. "We could be carrying all our gear and running into a nasty headwind with dinosaurs trying to eat us."
"What about this one?" he asked, standing in front of a small fir that barely reached his shoulder, but was nicely shaped. "Jack should be able to...ack!" he screamed, batting wildly behind him as Sam stuffed the handful of snow down the back of his collar.
By the time he turned Sam was already running, but not really trying to get away. He came at her with double handfuls and she managed to dodge him twice before he gave up on going for her collar and just tackled her to the ground. She rolled, taking him with her until the came up sharp against the base of a tree. Sam was on her back, breathing had and laughing, with Daniel splayed out on top of her, hands no longer full of snow, but when he shook his head a large clump fell off his hat onto her forehead.
She craned her neck, trying to see something she'd caught a glimpse of in the tree above him - shiny green leaves and sticky white berries and she couldn't help grinning.
"What?" he asked, looking wary.
"Look up," she told him, angling her head slightly and grimacing as she felt the snow beneath her begin the melt. She tried to wiggle away, but he just lay more heavily on top of her.
His head tilted up and when he looked back down there was a shy smile on his lips and the way he whispered, "oh" made her heart beat so hard she was sure he could feel it too. He bowed his head slowly and Sam closed her eyes, wishing she'd brought lip balm because she knew she must be chapped and she felt his weight shifting, just a little, and then his breath - the Altoids he raided from his car over the bitter aroma of coffee - caressed her check just slightly.
And then his lips ghosted in for the tiniest kiss, just on the tip of her nose and she blinked in surprise to see him smiling and snowflakes melting on his glasses as he sat back up on his heels and stood, reaching out a hand to help her. "C'mon, let's get Jack a tree before he gives up and hobbles out to get one himself."