A/N: Another Valentine's one-shot, this one's for all of you Sam/Jack shippers out there. From BiteMeTechie's "100 starting lines" on the WPBA forum, Line #036, "He always hated when I did that..."
A/N2: You may notice that it's not actually the starting line. However, I felt that this needed a slight intro.
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"CARTER!"
He always hated when I did that. I stick my head innocently out of the door to my lab, smiling as I see Colonel O'Neill rounding the corner, a piece of paper in his hand.
"Yes, sir?" I ask brightly as he enters my lab, closing the door behind him. He holds up the paper.
"Ah, yes sir, that'd be your report for P9X-202 then? I haven't finished mine yet," I say, still smiling cheekily.
He lets go of the paper, or rather tries to, but apparently his fingers are stuck to it. Wonder how that happened.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you Carter?"
I stick out my lower lip, widen my eyes, and shake my head slowly from side to side in the universal "you have a piece of paper glued to your hand but I swear I didn't do it" move.
He doesn't appear to be convinced.
"So this has absolutely no connection to the time you put super-glue on my chair in the briefing room?"
I keep shaking my head, fighting back a giggle as I remember the look on the Colonel's face when he couldn't stand up to salute General Hammond.
"And it has no connection to the time I fell asleep at my desk and you superglued a moustache to my face?"
He's getting slightly angrier now, but I hold my ground, putting up my hands in a placating gesture.
"Hey, sir, you know that was Teal'c," I start, then squeak in fright as he suddenly rips the paper off his hand (ouch), places both of his hands on the arms of my chair, leans his face closer to mine and effectively cuts off all escape routes.
"Yeah, I know, he confessed, but he was acting under your orders, Carter," he says, his eyebrows drawn firmly over those beautiful dark eyes.
I gulp. Teal'c must have broken under torture. I wouldn't have thought it of him.
Making one last-ditch effort, I scootch my chair backwards, smiling and saying, "You could never prove it," as I turn back to my desk.
I hear a muttered "Oh, but I can," just before my chair is spun back around, I'm yanked off of my feet . . .
. . . and I'm kissed senseless.
Oof.
This goes on for a minute, me being too occupied to want to do anything about it, and then he breaks away. Luckily he keeps a hold on me, I do believe I've gone weak-kneed.
I sigh, my eyes closed, and he brushes a finger against my cheek before muttering, "Gonna 'fess up now, Carter, or do I have to . . . persuade you some more?"
I crack an eye open, looking up to see him smiling mischievously.
I smile back, then answer, "I'm afraid I still don't know what you're talking about . . . Jack."
"Well we'll just have to remedy that," he says before kissing me again.
Hm.
I think I'll wait a while to own up, this "persuasion" business is just too fun.
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A/N: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee that was fun. Gosh, writing shippiness really makes one feel happier about life. Wonder if they could produce it in pill-form. "FanFic Panacea, cures every ill, whether it be angst, whump, or general un-fun-ness."