Green and Red All Over

Spacegypsy1

A Sam and Jack Christmas.

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The whisper of snow had been the only sound for ten minutes. The outside light cast an ethereal glow across the glistening whiteness of the snow covered deck. A fire blazed in the hearth, warm red flannel sheets rustled like a sigh, a single lamp spread its soft luminescence across pearl like skin.

"Jack! Green!! That one should be green. Red, green, red, green. Not red, red, green, red, green. That looks totally stupid."

"Stupid! The whole green bit is stupid." Jack's eyes darted up the length of her body.

"The green was your idea!" Sam snatched her foot out of his hand. "Go burn some steaks on the grill! I'm starving."

With a quick look out the cabin window, he brought his incredulous expression back to her scowling face. "It's 2200 hours! It's Christmas Eve, snowing like a blizzard and freezing out there. You said you wanted your toenails painted. Can you please make up your mind?" He snatched the foot back and began to paint green over the red.

She smiled, ducking her head, relaxing back into the pillows. "I'm still hungry." She whispered.

With his free hand he reached over and grabbed the bag of red and green M & M's. "Here's an appetizer. I'll make you some pancakes when I'm done here."

Popping the bag open, Sam took a handful and filled her mouth. "Fank woo."

He screwed the top back on the nail polish and looked up at her. "Give me some of that."

He sprung up from his spot at the end of the bed and covered her mouth with his.

"Mom murph mes mem." She mumbled into his mouth.

"Hmmm?" He deepened the kiss.

"Mmm."

He ended the kiss and rolled off the bed, totally oblivious, like most men, to his lack of clothing. "Carter, if I gotta make pancakes I need to do it now, before this goes any further."

"Jack."

Turning from the doorway, eyes scanning the blond lounged seductively against his pillows, Jack opened his mouth, blinked and muttered, "huh?"

She crooked a finger, eyes dancing in delight. "I'm not hungry. Well, not for pancakes."

Turning back he stalked her, grinning. When he reached the bed, he grabbed both green and red toed feet, yanked her flat out on the bed, and dove for her.

M & M's flew up, scattering across her belly and the bed. She giggled delightfully. "Merry Christmas." She managed before he occupied her mouth.