"C'mon, Sam. You eat too healthy," Cameron Mitchell said, waving his Twinkie at her. "You know you want to suck the filling out of it. Come on, Sam…"
Samantha Carter shook her head and reluctantly accepted half of the Twinkie that Cam was holding out to her. "You're a bad influence on me, Cam Mitchell," she muttered with a grin.
"Bad Cam for Sam, that I am," Cam quipped. "Always have been and always will try to be," he said, a devilish twinkle in his eye. He examined his half a Twinkie for imperfections. "So, you think Jackson's got the hots for Vala?"
Sam nodded, sticking her finger deep into the cream filling and slowly licking it off her finger. "Mmmhmmm…" she answered.
Cam crammed the Twinkie into his mouth. "I don't know, Sam," he said, his mouth full. He swallowed hard. "Seems to me like a classic love-hate relationship. More hate on Jackson's part."
Sam had lifted her Twinkie to her mouth and was carefully flicking her tongue into the fluffy, sweet filling. "Uh-uh. He likes her. Trust me."
Cam shrugged. "I don't see it. She's been coming on to him like a bat out of hell. Jackson just doesn't seem like the type to go for all that drama."
"You'd be surprised," Sam said. She gave him an appraising glance. "You interested in her now, Cam? After that… little pants-losing incident?"
Cam shook his head, a slightly sheepish smile on his face. "Vala is sooo not my type," he said as he slid the other Twinkie out of the wrapper.
Sam watched him split the second Twinkie in half. "So… what is your type?" she asked.
"My type?" Cam asked as he gave her half of the new Twinkie. He lifted his half to his mouth and then thought better of it, stopping to crook his index finger deep into the Twinkie. He brought his cream-laden finger out to touch her nose. "You should know, Colonel," he said.
Sam grinned. "Oh really, Colonel?" she asked.
His gaze locked in on her frosting-tipped nose. "Uh-huh," he said. "My type is sweet." He reached out with his tongue and licked the cream quickly away with a quick swipe. "And smart," he said huskily, eyeing his loaded finger and her neck. He carefully drew a thick and waving line, slowly starting at her ear lobe and ending down at the curve of her shoulder. "And sexy…" he said, moving closer to her, pushing away the tangled bedsheets from between them. His tongue lingered around her ear lobe for a moment before he greedily devoured his way down the trail he'd drawn. He kissed her shoulder before lifting his head back up. "My type is devious, too."
Sam looked puzzled. "I'm devious?" she laughed.
Cam nodded toward the Twinkie half Sam had nearly squeezed all of the cream out of. He eyed his lower abdomen where the white froth had landed, then back up at her. "You weren't intending to just leave it there, were you?" he asked huskily.
Sam blushed. "I'm innocent, Cam…"
Cam reached out to a hand pull her head toward him. "Right," he whispered, his cream-smeared lips finding hers…