Author: Azilan
Title: Coffee
Category: Romance/Humor
Status: Complete
Ratings: Older kids
Content Warning: Sexual content
Season: Future season
Spoilers: None
Archive: This website. Gateworld. Sam/Jack Directory.
Copyright: Copyright (c) 2005 Azilan (NG)
Summary: Jack and Sam have finally done it, now what?
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author
Author's Note:
Just something that came to my mind today. Wrote it during working hours when I was actually supposed to work, hehe.
xxx
COFFEE
Clouds forming, thunder roaming the sky.
The sun threatened to show its face in the far-off distance and a rooster decided to acknowledge the first rays of the day.
A single house covered in the shadows of early morning.
An open window, curtains blowing in the crying wind, revealed a bedroom.
Upon closer inspection a double bed was seen, its occupants deep in the arms of peaceful sleep.
The woman was laying on her side, her head nestled inside the arm of her male companion, an arm laying protectively over his chest. A blanket was just barely covering her naked body.
A smile of content was seen on the man's face, his free arm rested underneath his head. His side of the blanket threatened to expose more than just his masculine chest.
A second...a minute and then an hour passed.
The rapid movement of eyes behind eyelids indicated that the man was about to join the waking world, although reluctantly. Maybe he was not willing to leave his wonderful dream just yet…maybe. The fingers of his one hand moved slowly, followed by a slight tremor running down the same arm.
Sensing more than feeling the stirrings so close to her, the woman felt herself becoming slowly aware of her surrounding area. The sound of raindrops running down the window, the slight chilly air of a breeze blowing through her blond hair and the smell of a fresh morning was enough to make her shiver and pull the blanket closer to her body.
Feeling the tuck on the blanket, he opened his eyes. For a moment he was confused as to where he was. The sight that met him appeared familiar in a strange sort of way, but it was definitely not the one that he normally saw first thing in the morning.
And then he remembered…
She was just about to drift off back to sleep, when her fingertips sent a warning message to her mind. Frowning, she opened her eyes...to the view of a man's upper body. Shocked, her thoughts raced to find a possible explanation for this situation she found herself suddenly thrust into.
And then she remembered…
Feeling the feminine body so close to him he looked down –
Feeling the hazel eyes on her she looked up –
"Carter?"
"Jack?"
"Uh…hi?"
"Hi?"
A define smile was lining his lips.
Her brow was wrinkled.
A loud thunderbolt slicing across the sky made her jump up into a sitting position, eyes wide with shock. Was she really scared or trying to find an excuse to disentangle her from his hold? Well…luckily she remembered to keep her nakedness covered.
The smile transformed into a half-moon grin. "Since when are you scared of weather?"
Not able to meet his eyes, rather she was staring over his head, she said in something hardly louder than a whisper, "I was just caught off-guard."
He wanted to joke about it; he really did and would have if the implications of their situation did not suddenly descent on him in full force.
Crap…
The grin turned to a hesitant smile and final disappeared into a slightly nervous tuck at the corner of a lip.
"So…" He could not help felling back on this oh so safe word.
"I…" She did not know what to say. A multitude of emotions – nervousness, uneasiness and most of all bewilderment – broke free from her mind and race down her face.
What now?
They…he and she…she and he…they aren't yet a couple per se and now…now they have actually given in to those years of built-up emotions – passions – and things could never be the same again.
Crap indeed…
Sensing her inner turmoil he tried to come to her rescue. After all he had been more than just a willing participant the previous night. "You want to get…dressed?"
Another loud thunderbolt was heard, this time much closer. Guess what…she did not even flinch once, although the man did close his eyes for just the briefest of a second.
At first she nodded her head and was just about to get out of bed, when the fact of nakedness made her stop halfway.
He did not want to look. Ah hell, who was he kidding he definitely want to LOOK. After all he did get to see a lot, a whole lot and more, of her the previous night which sort of gave him permission for this little guilty pleasure.
"Jack…"
Does this woman have eyes in the back of her head? Surely she could not have noticed his eyes roaming her bare back and the slid where…cough…never mind.
"Yeah?" He did not trust himself to say more than that after all there was something else preoccupying his mind all of a sudden. Down boy, down…oh for crying out loud.
"Uh…can…would you mind looking away while I get dressed."
He wanted to object. He wanted to remind her about the small fact that he had happened to see the whole glory that was Samantha Carter the previous night. He wanted to demand that she get back into bad so that he could make mad passionate love to her once more and convinced her she has nothing to be afraid or ashamed of.
But he didn't…
"Sure."
She heard the rustling of bedcovers and felt the trembling on the mattress as he climbed out of bed – hopefully with his back towards her - and made his way to her bathroom.
Oh god…was he naked!
She knew she was stupid, silly, dumb and all those words for asking him to turn away from her. After all, there was nothing more for him to see – except maybe for her tonsils…no wait his tongue had "seen" that already – but still daylight brought a whole new perspective to the term, "bumping pelvises."
Damn.
Standing up, still not quite willing to let go of her safety line, she started looking for her discarded clothes.
Her pants were hanging from the edge of the bed. Huh? How did it get to stay so neatly there…after all they had…never mind.
The two pieces of her more intimate clothing were entwined in a lover's embrace underneath a small table not that far away. Right…that made a bit more sense…or not.
Hearing the sound of a heavy bladder releasing itself, she gulped and glanced in the direction of the closed bathroom door. She could just imagine him standing there…naked…holding his…oh god she was so not going that route right now.
Quickly gathering her clothes together, only finding her shirt after a lot of effort underneath the bed, and getting dressed in record speed she started making her way to the door of the bedroom, hoping to get some -
Alcohol…no no no…she actually meant coffee, didn't she?
Stopping at the door, her hand caressing the wood, she hesitated slightly before calling out, "Jack?"
The sound of a toilet flushing was heard.
Then, "Yeah?"
"You want some coffee…maybe breakfast?"
Please let him say no…yes…no…yes…make up your damn mind, Sam!
"That would be nice…thanks," he called out, followed by the sound of her bathroom door opening.
"Okay, see you then…just now." She didn't wait for a reply, merely rushed out of room as if her life depended on it.