Mine
Email: R
Ship: Jack/Sam
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Jack POV and Sam POV – two drabbles put together. Their thoughts on each other and their situation. Slight sexual references, hence the rating.
Distribution: and my site. If you want it, let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my words. Such a pity though. I would have had a ball writing shippy moments for TV.
They say it's wrong.
Wrong to feel this way.
To feel this good.
But if it's so wrong, why does it feel so damn good?
The smell of her hair.
The touch of her skin.
The sound of her voice as she moans my name.
The feel of her muscles clenching around me as she comes.
So good. It's all so good.
She's overwhelming.
Entering every one of my senses and lighting them on fire.
Samantha Carter is life, and she's mine.
o o o
It's wrong.
I know it is. Every ounce of me that is the soldier tells me so. But the woman tells me it's right. And right now, she's louder.
It feels so good. He feels so good.
The smell of him.
The touch of his skin.
His silky, strong voice whispering my name.
His burning flesh, stretching me as he enters my body.
Alive.
He makes me feel alive.
Setting my soul on fire, awakening something deep, and once lost, inside of me.
Jack O'Neill is life, and he's mine.
The End...
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