Mornings Are Special
By: the female apophis
A/N: I was listening to a song when this came to me...again...
Anyway, would love for you to tell me what you think!
Archive: Sure, just make sure you ask me first
Disclaimer: Define owns...
Pairings: I hope you can figure that one out on your own.
Rating: uh...it should be listed on the page in which you linked to this...so...yeah.
Songs: One may happen to appear...if you see one, then...you see one. It may be here, and then again it may not.
Summary: Sam likes her mornings. She decides to tell him the reason why...unwittingly...in the version of a song.
Spoilers: Please, please, let me know if you see one.
Other stuff: Yeah, you may see some other stuff that isn't Stargate SG-1 related, but don't worry. It was put into the story for a purpose.
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Waking up was always one of her favorite things to do these days. One reason was because she was always safe in his arms, whether they are on or off world. It just happened that when they were on Earth, they were nude. That was something that was still off limits off world.
Rising from the bed, she slipped on one of his old shirts before padding softly down to the kitchen, knowing that he would want coffee to help him wake up.
She flicked on the coffee machine, and then turned around to do the same to the little boom box sitting on the counter. It had been a present from him before they had gotten together.
Suddenly feeling very spontaneous, she decided to put the CD in shuffle mode.
Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleep
Let the world spin outside our door, you're the only one that I want to see
Tell you boss you're sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting cold
Get over her and warm my hands, it's you they love to hold
And stop thinking about what your sister said
Stop worrying about it, the cat's already been fed
Come on darlin', let's go back to bed
Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
Do not answer the door
It's you that I adore-
I'm gonna give you some more
We'll sit on the front porch, the sun can warm my feet
You can drink your coffee with sugar and cream
I'll drink my decaf herbal tea
Pretend we're perfect strangers and that we never met...
My how you remind me of a man I used to sleep with
That's a face I'd never forget
You can be Harry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin
Except this time, it'll be even better.
We'll stay together in the end
Come on darlin'
Let's go back to bed
Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
Do not answer the door
It's you that I adore-
So into singing along with it, she never noticed the tall, graying man sneak up behind her.
He slid his arms around her waist, causing her to jump.
"Having fun?"
"You know it Jack."
~fin~
AAAAAAWWWWWWWW! Now wasn't that sweet? Tell me please!
"You are a conspiratorial French-fry!" -Jennifer Cook (friend of mine)