Category: Drama
Sequel: Yes. To 'The Simplest of Things' but this story will also stand alone.
Spoilers: Season 9-10
Season: AU from Season 8 ending to present. It is AU b/c Jack and Sam retired, got married and decided to live off a stockpile of money they'd accrued.
Rating: 11 and up.
Summary: Ficlet more than story. See Title. Please bear with the writer on this most unlikely fluff plot line.
Disclaimer: The SG-1 characters do not belong to me and I don't own them, nor do I profit from this story. The characters belong to Gekko and Double Secret Productions.
Author's note: Posted for As the Stargate Turns because they've been too gosh darn quiet—again, ha ha!
No Kisses
By Lynda Mayfield
Jack turned his head to his left to watch Sam watching the movie. Isabella was just down for a nap in her crib. Sam had chosen "David Copperfield," based upon the Charles Dickens classic. She was intent on the television screen. Sneaky as could be, but with nothing but love in his heart for her, Jack put his arm around Sam's shoulders.
Sam paused the film and turned to him. "Jack?"
"I did tell you how much I missed you while you were at the hospital, right?" Jack tried to distract her from his arm, and the hand that was gently as possible squeezing her shoulder.
"Yes. I can say I missed you, too. Still, no kisses."
"But, Sam—"
"—No, Jack." Her voice was quiet, but firm.
"I don't see why not. I mean, a kiss is just a kiss."
"We already talked about this but listen this time, okay?" She was going to torture him, he just knew it.
"Okay." Still, he shot his best puppy dog eyes at her, which she promptly ignored.
"Your kisses are not just kisses. They're dangerous. Your lips should be on lockdown. Your kisses are the primary reason and cause for the phenomenon known to me as Labor And Delivery. You agreed with me, just before we came home two days ago, no more kisses till I say so. I'm still mad at you. I hurt."
"Come on, Sam," he pleaded, a tinge of sympathy coursing through him for her pain, "I mean, we can't be intimate yet. We both know that. One little kiss?"
She shook her head. "This isn't about being intimate, Jack. I'm mad at you and it's all your fault."
He was going to make one more attempt before admitting defeat, and he wasn't afraid to go for the jugular, either. "But, if I hadn't kissed you, and if you hadn't gone through Labor And Delivery, where would our little Isabella be, now? Hmmm?"
"Jack, that's not fair, to use the baby to get what you want."
"Well? You didn't answer the question. What about our little one?" Puppy dog eyes. Puppy dog eyes.
"One kiss." She closed her eyes and puckered her lips, waiting.
Jack pulled her to him, careful not to jostle her, and kissed her lips.
"Better?"
"Better. I love you, Sam."
She pressed the play button for the movie and snuggled up against him some more. "I love you too, Jack. No more of the no kisses. I love our baby, and I'm glad she's here."
The End