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Darn Him
Darn him! Darn the Colonel and his affect on me.
The Colonel's an attractive man; any hot-blooded woman could tell you that.
But his hair, that makes him absolutely adorable. Waking up, telling off a Goa'uld, or in dress blues, it's sticking up. Unruly, a bit like he is.
It's hard to remain completely professional when a man's got hair like that. Sometimes I just want to run my hands through it. It's tempting, but I have self-control…balling my hands tightly into fists, fiddling with a 'doohickey', or spouting technobabble like there's no tomorrow. Yeah, I have self-control.
"Hey, Carter. What's this?"
I turn towards his voice. We're in a temple and he's looking at some type of control panel.
"Don't touch it, sir," I warn him as I begin to make my way over.
Oh no. He's taking off his hat. He's ruffling his hair. He's putting his cap on backwards. Now he's smiling innocently at me.
Darn him!