Author's Note: This is pure ... shippiness? Is that the word you all use?
Total mush between Jack and Sam and with very little – if any – plot.
There's your warning. Also, there are a few bad words, but nothing that you
don't hear on regular TV. That said... enjoy, and let me know if I should
continue this. (I just wrote it as something to write since I don't have
another actual story in my head just yet... a few ideas, nothing more, and no
real desire to start any lengthy saga)
Disclaimer: I don't own them...
~*~
The assignment had been a tough one, and Jack O'Neill was glad that he and his team were back on Earth. Not that he didn't like to travel, mind you, but he was glad to see his house when he and Carter pulled up into his driveway. Hammond had been so pleased with their successes on P243SD, that he'd even given them a few days down time, which Jack had every intention of enjoying.
Carter looked slightly tense, and Jack knew she'd had an especially rough time of it this past few days. The stress of trying to figure out one of the weirdest looking doohickeys Jack had ever seen must have been tremendous, and she'd never complained the entire time they'd been off- world. Not at all like Jack, who'd done nothing but bitch. Even Daniel and Teal'c had been complaining, which was unusual, since Teal'c never complained, and Daniel was usually too fascinated with the new people around him to whine about the dust or the sun, or whatever it was that Jack usually found to whine about.
This time had been different. Jack hadn't thought he'd ever be warm again. The temperature wasn't so bad, if it hadn't been for the almost nonstop raining. The rain had been cold, and it was always getting down under his shirt and soaking his hair, even through his hat. It was just enough to make you always shiver. Which Jack had. And then he'd bitched about shivering, and being cold.
"I can't wait to take a nice hot five hour shower," Jack said as he opened the door and got out of his truck.
"Five hours, Sir?"
Sam shook her head.
"Well, okay. I have company over for dinner, so it'll be a little shorter than that. But when you go home, I'm going to soak in the tub until my toes shrivel up and fall off."
Carter laughed, and looked up at the sun. She, too, was glad to be home. Even though she didn't have a chance to go home and take the nice hot bubble bath that she'd promised herself she'd take once she got back to Earth. It would wait. After all, Jack O'Neill didn't offer to make dinner all that often. She wondered if the invitation had been tendered because he'd been worried that she wouldn't use her time off to actually take some time off. Which was possible, she supposed. Both that she would work through her days off, and that O'Neill would think ahead and keep her from doing just that.
"You look beat, Carter," he'd told her earlier, smiling at her with those beautiful brown eyes that she just couldn't get enough of. "Why don't I take you home with me and make you a good, hot meal? Then I'll know that you've eaten at least once before I turn you loose to deal with your little toys."
She'd nodded, unable to say no to him. She very rarely could. Especially when he turned on the charm like that. He was very dangerous, Sam knew. The rest of SG-1 had been invited as well, but Teal'c had said no. He wanted to be alone and warm, and he didn't care if he ever left the SGC again, as far as he was concerned. Daniel had promised to show up, eventually, but he'd told Jack he had to clear a few things from his emails first. A backlog of junk mail, probably, Jack thought, but he'd told him the door would be open, all he had to do was come over. There'd be plenty of food.
~*~
"I get the shower first," Jack said as he unlocked the door and opened it for her, letting her lead the way into his house. Sam raised an eyebrow. That meant that he thought she'd want to use his – which was a great idea the more she thought about it, but she didn't have a change of clothes with her.
"Go ahead, Sir."
"Good." He grinned, thinking he'd won some kind of victory, and she didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be out in a little bit."
He disappeared down the hall, already unbuttoning his shirt, and Sam gave herself a little shake as she allowed a very vivid image of him naked in the shower to come into her mind. Oh, it was vivid! She flushed slightly, and went into his kitchen, where she opened the fridge to see what he had to drink.
Beer, or mayonnaise. Tough choice. Sam pulled a beer out and took the cap off. She could hear the shower running, and grinned when she heard him start singing. She carried her beer into the living room and sat down in the big overstuffed chair that she pretty much claimed as hers any time she came over. It was soft and comfortable, and she found herself drifting off as she sat there listening to him.
"Carter?"
His voice was soft in her ear, and it startled her to hear it so close. She jerked awake, embarrassed that she'd fallen asleep so quickly.
"Yes, Sir?" She looked up, and saw his smiling brown eyes were less than a foot from her. His hair was damp from his shower, and his skin was flushed with warmth and the stinging spray.
"I'm sorry I woke you. Go ahead and take a shower, okay?"
"That's all right, Sir. I don't –"
"Sam. Go take a shower. You'll be amazed at how good it feels."
"I don't have another change of clothes."
"You can borrow a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. They'll be baggy, but you don't have to show off for anyone anyways."
It was tempting. She shrugged, and nodded. Why not? Standing up, Carter realized that all Jack was wearing was a pair of sweats. No shirt, no socks, nothing. He was casual personified, and looked completely relaxed.
"There's a towel on the peg. Let me know when you're ready for the clothes."
"Yes, Sir."
She walked into the bathroom, which was blessedly warm and damp from his own shower and she breathed in deeply the scent of him that still lingered on the air. From the razor that was in the shower, she knew he'd shaved and the smell of aftershave lotion permeated the air without oppressing every other scent around her. It was enough to make her get a warm feeling in the very center of her.
Sam pulled her clothes off and started the water, then stepped into the shower eagerly. The warm water felt wonderful. Jack was right. She let it beat down on her for a long time, allowing it to help tense muscles begin to relax, and it was a while before she reached for the shampoo to wash her blonde hair. Even that felt good. Eventually, though, the water began to cool as the demands of two long hot showers became too much, and Carter got out reluctantly.
Drying off with the towel he'd hung out for her, Carter wrapped it around herself, and then opened the door and peeked her head out.
"Colonel? I'm ready for those clothes."
He arrived at the door only a moment later, smiling slightly, and glad to see that she looked a little more relaxed.
"How was the shower?"
"It was great, Sir. Thanks."
'I have something else that might feel just as good." Before she could ask him what it was, O'Neill reached into the bathroom and took her hand in his, pulling her out the door and into the hall. Clutching the towel tightly around her, Sam had no choice really but to follow him, and she wondered what he was up to as he led her across the hall and into his bedroom.
"Um, Sir..."
"Relax, Carter," Jack said, grinning at her sudden discomfiture. "I'm not going to do anything you wouldn't agree to."
Of course when it came right down to it, Sam thought, there was really very little she wouldn't agree to do with Jack O'Neill. She didn't say anything, though, although she did flush when he led her over to the bed.
"Lie down on your stomach."
"What?"
He rolled his eyes, and grinned. "I'm going to give you a message, Carter. Lie down on your stomach, and trust me."
"Um... okay."
She stretched out on his bed, keeping the towel firmly in place. Once she was in the proper position, Jack walked over and got on the bed with her, straddling the back of her knees. She didn't mind his weight on her, especially since very little was actually on her. One of his knees was on either side of her, and she didn't really feel pinned down by him, although she was.
O'Neill pulled her towel down a little, baring her back, although he didn't bare anything else. He left the white fabric covering her rear, and Sam was grateful for that. Not that she didn't like her tush – and Jack thought it was a lovely tush as well - but... well, it would have been uncomfortable, and Jack didn't want her uncomfortable. That would have warred with his efforts to relax her.
Then she forgot everything as he leaned over her and began to massage her shoulders. Sam sighed in true pleasure as his strong hands kneaded muscles that she didn't realize were so tense. He worked slowly and methodically, caressing her shoulders and neck, then moving on to her arms – all the way to her hands, and then moving back to her shoulders once more.
He wasn't in any hurry, and it showed. Sam felt his hands all over her shoulders and upper arms, then finally felt him beginning to move lower to her back. By this time she was so relaxed that she was, once more, almost asleep. This was what Jack had been hoping for. He knew he made Carter nervous at times when he got close to her – and it made him nervous as well sometimes, but she deserved a little pampering after the week she'd put in.
He continued the massage, although his hands weren't kneading any muscles now. They were pretty much just caressing her tenderly as he watched her finally give in and fall asleep completely. He knew the moment she fell asleep. That one last little bit of tenseness that she'd had in her shoulders relaxed utterly, and she sighed softly. Then her breathing became slower, and more tranquil and when he whispered her name, she didn't respond.
Smiling at his success, Jack carefully got off the bed and covered her with a blanket, then left the room and went to the kitchen to start dinner.
Disclaimer: I don't own them...
~*~
The assignment had been a tough one, and Jack O'Neill was glad that he and his team were back on Earth. Not that he didn't like to travel, mind you, but he was glad to see his house when he and Carter pulled up into his driveway. Hammond had been so pleased with their successes on P243SD, that he'd even given them a few days down time, which Jack had every intention of enjoying.
Carter looked slightly tense, and Jack knew she'd had an especially rough time of it this past few days. The stress of trying to figure out one of the weirdest looking doohickeys Jack had ever seen must have been tremendous, and she'd never complained the entire time they'd been off- world. Not at all like Jack, who'd done nothing but bitch. Even Daniel and Teal'c had been complaining, which was unusual, since Teal'c never complained, and Daniel was usually too fascinated with the new people around him to whine about the dust or the sun, or whatever it was that Jack usually found to whine about.
This time had been different. Jack hadn't thought he'd ever be warm again. The temperature wasn't so bad, if it hadn't been for the almost nonstop raining. The rain had been cold, and it was always getting down under his shirt and soaking his hair, even through his hat. It was just enough to make you always shiver. Which Jack had. And then he'd bitched about shivering, and being cold.
"I can't wait to take a nice hot five hour shower," Jack said as he opened the door and got out of his truck.
"Five hours, Sir?"
Sam shook her head.
"Well, okay. I have company over for dinner, so it'll be a little shorter than that. But when you go home, I'm going to soak in the tub until my toes shrivel up and fall off."
Carter laughed, and looked up at the sun. She, too, was glad to be home. Even though she didn't have a chance to go home and take the nice hot bubble bath that she'd promised herself she'd take once she got back to Earth. It would wait. After all, Jack O'Neill didn't offer to make dinner all that often. She wondered if the invitation had been tendered because he'd been worried that she wouldn't use her time off to actually take some time off. Which was possible, she supposed. Both that she would work through her days off, and that O'Neill would think ahead and keep her from doing just that.
"You look beat, Carter," he'd told her earlier, smiling at her with those beautiful brown eyes that she just couldn't get enough of. "Why don't I take you home with me and make you a good, hot meal? Then I'll know that you've eaten at least once before I turn you loose to deal with your little toys."
She'd nodded, unable to say no to him. She very rarely could. Especially when he turned on the charm like that. He was very dangerous, Sam knew. The rest of SG-1 had been invited as well, but Teal'c had said no. He wanted to be alone and warm, and he didn't care if he ever left the SGC again, as far as he was concerned. Daniel had promised to show up, eventually, but he'd told Jack he had to clear a few things from his emails first. A backlog of junk mail, probably, Jack thought, but he'd told him the door would be open, all he had to do was come over. There'd be plenty of food.
~*~
"I get the shower first," Jack said as he unlocked the door and opened it for her, letting her lead the way into his house. Sam raised an eyebrow. That meant that he thought she'd want to use his – which was a great idea the more she thought about it, but she didn't have a change of clothes with her.
"Go ahead, Sir."
"Good." He grinned, thinking he'd won some kind of victory, and she didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be out in a little bit."
He disappeared down the hall, already unbuttoning his shirt, and Sam gave herself a little shake as she allowed a very vivid image of him naked in the shower to come into her mind. Oh, it was vivid! She flushed slightly, and went into his kitchen, where she opened the fridge to see what he had to drink.
Beer, or mayonnaise. Tough choice. Sam pulled a beer out and took the cap off. She could hear the shower running, and grinned when she heard him start singing. She carried her beer into the living room and sat down in the big overstuffed chair that she pretty much claimed as hers any time she came over. It was soft and comfortable, and she found herself drifting off as she sat there listening to him.
"Carter?"
His voice was soft in her ear, and it startled her to hear it so close. She jerked awake, embarrassed that she'd fallen asleep so quickly.
"Yes, Sir?" She looked up, and saw his smiling brown eyes were less than a foot from her. His hair was damp from his shower, and his skin was flushed with warmth and the stinging spray.
"I'm sorry I woke you. Go ahead and take a shower, okay?"
"That's all right, Sir. I don't –"
"Sam. Go take a shower. You'll be amazed at how good it feels."
"I don't have another change of clothes."
"You can borrow a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. They'll be baggy, but you don't have to show off for anyone anyways."
It was tempting. She shrugged, and nodded. Why not? Standing up, Carter realized that all Jack was wearing was a pair of sweats. No shirt, no socks, nothing. He was casual personified, and looked completely relaxed.
"There's a towel on the peg. Let me know when you're ready for the clothes."
"Yes, Sir."
She walked into the bathroom, which was blessedly warm and damp from his own shower and she breathed in deeply the scent of him that still lingered on the air. From the razor that was in the shower, she knew he'd shaved and the smell of aftershave lotion permeated the air without oppressing every other scent around her. It was enough to make her get a warm feeling in the very center of her.
Sam pulled her clothes off and started the water, then stepped into the shower eagerly. The warm water felt wonderful. Jack was right. She let it beat down on her for a long time, allowing it to help tense muscles begin to relax, and it was a while before she reached for the shampoo to wash her blonde hair. Even that felt good. Eventually, though, the water began to cool as the demands of two long hot showers became too much, and Carter got out reluctantly.
Drying off with the towel he'd hung out for her, Carter wrapped it around herself, and then opened the door and peeked her head out.
"Colonel? I'm ready for those clothes."
He arrived at the door only a moment later, smiling slightly, and glad to see that she looked a little more relaxed.
"How was the shower?"
"It was great, Sir. Thanks."
'I have something else that might feel just as good." Before she could ask him what it was, O'Neill reached into the bathroom and took her hand in his, pulling her out the door and into the hall. Clutching the towel tightly around her, Sam had no choice really but to follow him, and she wondered what he was up to as he led her across the hall and into his bedroom.
"Um, Sir..."
"Relax, Carter," Jack said, grinning at her sudden discomfiture. "I'm not going to do anything you wouldn't agree to."
Of course when it came right down to it, Sam thought, there was really very little she wouldn't agree to do with Jack O'Neill. She didn't say anything, though, although she did flush when he led her over to the bed.
"Lie down on your stomach."
"What?"
He rolled his eyes, and grinned. "I'm going to give you a message, Carter. Lie down on your stomach, and trust me."
"Um... okay."
She stretched out on his bed, keeping the towel firmly in place. Once she was in the proper position, Jack walked over and got on the bed with her, straddling the back of her knees. She didn't mind his weight on her, especially since very little was actually on her. One of his knees was on either side of her, and she didn't really feel pinned down by him, although she was.
O'Neill pulled her towel down a little, baring her back, although he didn't bare anything else. He left the white fabric covering her rear, and Sam was grateful for that. Not that she didn't like her tush – and Jack thought it was a lovely tush as well - but... well, it would have been uncomfortable, and Jack didn't want her uncomfortable. That would have warred with his efforts to relax her.
Then she forgot everything as he leaned over her and began to massage her shoulders. Sam sighed in true pleasure as his strong hands kneaded muscles that she didn't realize were so tense. He worked slowly and methodically, caressing her shoulders and neck, then moving on to her arms – all the way to her hands, and then moving back to her shoulders once more.
He wasn't in any hurry, and it showed. Sam felt his hands all over her shoulders and upper arms, then finally felt him beginning to move lower to her back. By this time she was so relaxed that she was, once more, almost asleep. This was what Jack had been hoping for. He knew he made Carter nervous at times when he got close to her – and it made him nervous as well sometimes, but she deserved a little pampering after the week she'd put in.
He continued the massage, although his hands weren't kneading any muscles now. They were pretty much just caressing her tenderly as he watched her finally give in and fall asleep completely. He knew the moment she fell asleep. That one last little bit of tenseness that she'd had in her shoulders relaxed utterly, and she sighed softly. Then her breathing became slower, and more tranquil and when he whispered her name, she didn't respond.
Smiling at his success, Jack carefully got off the bed and covered her with a blanket, then left the room and went to the kitchen to start dinner.