ONE NIGHT - Chapter 1
Warning: mild language
Cameron woke up with hair in his nose. The tickling as he breathed had eventually woken him up and he'd tried to move his head away, then he wished he hadn't when it felt like it was about to explode. He dropped his head back and groaned loudly, surprised when a soft moan replied him.
His eyes shot open at the sound, his arms and legs tensing. His vision was blocked by the hair, and even that was blurred. Locating his limbs, he found his left arm draped around a warm body in front of him, elbow resting in the dip of her waist, and his legs tucked in behind hers. Ok, he thought, don't remember getting here. Cam raised his arm gently, trying to move away from his unexpected bed partner without waking her. He froze when she stirred, leaning back into him. Cameron swallowed. They were both naked. Shit. He paused but she hadn't woken up so he eased himself away from her, rolled and sat on the edge of the bed, blood hammering against his skull.
He located his underwear, slipping them on before taking in his surroundings. The sunlight coming through the window hurt his eyes but he continued dressing and glanced back at the blond in the bed, facing away from him, before leaving the bedroom to find some coffee.
The house was unfamiliar, but then he hadn't been in a woman's house for a long time. Depressing he thought as he tried to count the months his dry spell had stretched. Cameron stumbled through the hall to the kitchen, there were family photos hanging on the walls, but his head hurt when he tried to focus on them.
As the caffeine worked its magic on his hung-over body, Cameron decided to check out the house. He came across the photos again and stopped to study them. He looked at the first one and felt suddenly ill, his stomach yearning to give its contents back to the world. The picture was of a lake, with fields and mountains in the background. In the foreground was a small group of people. You have got to be kidding me! Easily recognisable were the smiling faces of SG-1. Cam closed eyes tightly as if trying to wish himself away, muttering curses his grandma would have scorned him for.
Cameron stood there for a few minutes, torn between returning to Sam's room and explaining the situation to her, and running the hell away. As a gentleman, he should face this and be there when she woke up. But the side of him that wanted to keep his job, and stay in the Air Force, was telling him to leg it.
Finishing the last dregs of his coffee, he settled on the compromise. The coward's way out. Finding a pen and some paper by the phone, Cam scribbled a note saying that he had to leave and left it under his used mug on the kitchen counter.
Pulling on his boots, he stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up. He took a deep breath and let himself out.