Authors: Remedios and Alley
Rating: Probably R because I have never written anything below that.
Pairing: Sam/Daniel - NEW ROMANCE CATEGORY
Spoilers: Sometime in season 7 but before 'Chimera'
Summary: Sam's biological clock is ticking, and as a certain cliche says: 'desperate times call for desperate measures', Sam decides to take matters into her hands... and wackiness ensues.
Feedback: The more the better. Makes me write faster.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly. *pouts*
Warnings: It's not rated R for nothing. Strong sexual context is a must in this story. Some strong words, but nothing to explicit. Loads of nudity, partial or otherwise. *evil grin* Consider yourself warned.
Notes: This is my first S/D. I had this idea for a loooong time. Just recently decided to write it down. Hope you like. Ok, enough of my rambling. Go. Read. Knock yourselves out.
Big, BIG thankyous to my beta and my newest best buddy - ALLEY!! *stands up and applauds* She glued this puppy together. She is truly the best beta ever! Mucho thanks Alley! I'm dedicating this one to you. You rock! Don't you forget it! *mwah*
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CHAPTER 1:
She woke up with a horrible pounding in her head and groaned as a sudden dizziness overwhelmed her when she tried to sit up.
"Oh Dear God, please stop the world, I'm getting off" she muttered holding her head.
Everything around her was spinning, her head felt like a swollen balloon and she felt her stomach rebelling, trying desperately to get rid of last night's contents. Perhaps even mistakes that she made. Her stomach turned again as she tried to remember what happened. If she didn't get up and go to the bathroom right now, she was afraid that she might have a nasty reminder of what she had, and she was sure it wouldn't taste as good coming up as it did going down.
She tried again, this time succeeding in sitting up and felt a sudden chill run up her spine. Shuddering a little, she wrapped her arms around herself and froze immediately. This was not right. This was actually very bad. Bathroom emergency forgotten, she swallowed loudly, took a deep breath and looked down.
"Oh crap." She cursed under her breath. She again tried desperately to search her brain for what happened the night before. The only answer was the churning of her stomach and the pounding headache. One hand flew up to her head and massaged her temples the other held onto her stomach, willing it to stop the rebellion.
Wrapping the sheet from the bed around her loosely, she took in the surroundings. The bed was definitely well slept in ... there was evidence that the other side had been slept in as well.
This definitely did not look good. Looking around the room, she noticed some familiarity but she couldn't exactly place it. She unsteadily walked around, trying desperately to will herself to remember, but the more she tried, the worse her headache got. Her slightly panicked state wasn't helping either. She stopped in the middle of the room, closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.
The feeling of the room spinning hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt as if she were on an endless ride on the tilt-a-whirl. Flashing lights, loud sounds, and spinning. Her eyes flew open immediately.
"Oh, the spinning. God." She groaned to herself nearly having to put her hand over her mouth.
"Ok, one thing at a time. I need clothes. Then I can deal with the sledge hammer and the tilt-a-wirl," she looked down at herself. "Yes, I definitely need clothes." As if answering her, her head began thumping even harder. "Oh be quiet, I'll give you an aspirin in a second."
She looked in the obvious spots: the floor near her bed, the floor in front of the closet, nothing turned out, not so much as a sock. Unable to find anything to wear. What the hell did I do with it? She wondered. She adjusted the sheet around her body and took a deep breath, she opened the door to the bedroom.
"Here goes nothing" she muttered to herself and walked out of the room.
Years of training and expecting the unexpected could not have prepared her for what she was faced with next. She stopped dead in her tracks and the grip she had on the sheet loosened dangerously as she took in the view in front of her.
There, in the kitchen, with his back turned to her was Daniel Jackson, having his way with her pots and pans. But what really made her gasp was not the fact that it was him in her kitchen, it was the fact that he was in her kitchen, barefoot and shirtless, clad only in jeans which hung loosely on his hips.
She had a quick flashback of the very same dressed Daniel as he was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, the top button of his jeans unbuttoned, a hot cup of coffee in one hand, watching her taking a bath. She saw herself turn her head towards him and she lifted her suds-covered hand and motioned him to come closer. He smiled lazily, pushed himself off the frame, and walked towards her.
"Holly Hannah" she said out loud and immediately her hand flew to cover her mouth.
He turned to face her when he heard her behind him. "Hey Sam." He said, and when he flashed her with one of his famous heart-melting smiles, she promptly squealed.
He looked absolutely gorgeous. His hair was mused and was sticking out in funny angles and he had a slight five o'clock shadow. She hadn't even realized how much he's changed physically during that 7 years she's known him. He's always been hiding under those three sizes bigger uniforms and she has always seen him as this vulnerable, scrawny and innocent archeologist. Years in SGC must have toughened him up. He's developed a nice, broad chest and shoulders, and his arms were loaded with muscle - a visible effect of Jack's training. All in all, he looked nothing like the man she's met 7 years ago on Abydos. No wonder the nurses in Janet's infirmary were fighting each other over the privileges to assist Dr. Jackson. He was a real hottie!
"Sam?"
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a slightly amused Daniel. She realized that she was holding her breath and he was obviously waiting for her to say something. Was it her turn to talk?
"...What?" She managed.
He chuckled.
"I said how are you this morning." He asked again and noticed her blushing furiously. He'd noticed her looking at him, all of him, and he couldn't help but smirk at the thought that Major Samantha Carter was checking him out. He decided to play with her a little, puffed his chest out, and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his muscles visibly. Her eyes traveled to his chest and he was rewarded with a barely hearable groan.
"I... I... ah..." Her eyes widened comically when she heard herself speaking, or rather babbling incoherently and she shook her head in amazement. That was not a good idea, because as soon as she did that her headache returned and she groaned loudly.
Damnit, Major! She scolded herself, pull yourself together! It's JUST Daniel. Your best friend Daniel. Your JUST A FRIEND Daniel.' She thought to herself. But then another thought entered her mind. The suspiciously messed bed, the fact that her clothes were missing, and Daniel, her JUST FRIEND Daniel, was disturbingly comfortable parading half naked in front of her, showing off his sculpted body. A body she might have been really up close and personal with the night before. OK, this definitely is the right time to start panicking. She thought.
She unconsciously tightened the sheet around her body when he walked up to her. She smiled apologetically when he noticed.
"Are you OK, Sam?" He asked.
She tried to look anywhere but at him.
"Yeah, I'm excellent!"
His risen brow told her that he wasn't buying it.
"I'm good really."
He straightened himself up to his full height, crossed his arms on his chest and furrowed his brow. This new pose momentarily distracted her. Damn it Daniel. Stop doing that! She mentally scolded him.
Seeing that it was no use lying to him she sighed and lifted her eyes to him.
"Next time you see me with a drink in my hand you have the full authority to kick my ass. No questions asked."
"Next time, I will make sure there won't be a next time," he responded with a chuckle and noticed with a pleasant surprise that she was blushing.
The color from her cheeks spread gently down her neck and her bare shoulders. She has a beautiful, delicate skin, he thought absently.
A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between them. 'When did it become uncomfortable with Daniel?' She asked herself.
Sam noticed Daniel's questioning look and began to fidget a little.
"I, ah, made some breakfast." He snapped back to attention and stepped back from her then gestured to the kitchen where he was previously making himself busy. "Something easy on your stomach," he quickly added when she paled a little.
Thankful for his quick change of subject she padded after him to the kitchen sat at the table and observed as he was making himself busy in the kitchen. When he brought her orange juice and some toast with jam she smiled and thanked him. He sat down across from her and watched her eat. She tried desperately to remember how did she get into this situation.
She felt his eyes on her, watching her carefully and she put down her juice and spoke.
"Listen, Daniel. I, ah, want you to know that I am so very sorry for whatever I might have done or said yesterday."
"Yeah, you told me that yesterday, on the answering machine?" When he received a blank look he let out a chuckle, leaned closer and continued. "You don't remember, do you?"
She lowered her head.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
He reached out across the table and covered her hand with his.
"It's ok."
He caressed her hand with soft strokes of his thumb. She was confused. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. She didn't want to hurt his feelings by pulling her hand away, and she didn't really wanted to either. It felt nice. She looked up to find him watching her carefully, and she smiled.
"Well, let me tell you a story then," he said squeezing her hand gently and then pulling back. "Once upon a time there was this beautiful young blonde maiden and she had a plan."
Rating: Probably R because I have never written anything below that.
Pairing: Sam/Daniel - NEW ROMANCE CATEGORY
Spoilers: Sometime in season 7 but before 'Chimera'
Summary: Sam's biological clock is ticking, and as a certain cliche says: 'desperate times call for desperate measures', Sam decides to take matters into her hands... and wackiness ensues.
Feedback: The more the better. Makes me write faster.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly. *pouts*
Warnings: It's not rated R for nothing. Strong sexual context is a must in this story. Some strong words, but nothing to explicit. Loads of nudity, partial or otherwise. *evil grin* Consider yourself warned.
Notes: This is my first S/D. I had this idea for a loooong time. Just recently decided to write it down. Hope you like. Ok, enough of my rambling. Go. Read. Knock yourselves out.
Big, BIG thankyous to my beta and my newest best buddy - ALLEY!! *stands up and applauds* She glued this puppy together. She is truly the best beta ever! Mucho thanks Alley! I'm dedicating this one to you. You rock! Don't you forget it! *mwah*
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CHAPTER 1:
She woke up with a horrible pounding in her head and groaned as a sudden dizziness overwhelmed her when she tried to sit up.
"Oh Dear God, please stop the world, I'm getting off" she muttered holding her head.
Everything around her was spinning, her head felt like a swollen balloon and she felt her stomach rebelling, trying desperately to get rid of last night's contents. Perhaps even mistakes that she made. Her stomach turned again as she tried to remember what happened. If she didn't get up and go to the bathroom right now, she was afraid that she might have a nasty reminder of what she had, and she was sure it wouldn't taste as good coming up as it did going down.
She tried again, this time succeeding in sitting up and felt a sudden chill run up her spine. Shuddering a little, she wrapped her arms around herself and froze immediately. This was not right. This was actually very bad. Bathroom emergency forgotten, she swallowed loudly, took a deep breath and looked down.
"Oh crap." She cursed under her breath. She again tried desperately to search her brain for what happened the night before. The only answer was the churning of her stomach and the pounding headache. One hand flew up to her head and massaged her temples the other held onto her stomach, willing it to stop the rebellion.
Wrapping the sheet from the bed around her loosely, she took in the surroundings. The bed was definitely well slept in ... there was evidence that the other side had been slept in as well.
This definitely did not look good. Looking around the room, she noticed some familiarity but she couldn't exactly place it. She unsteadily walked around, trying desperately to will herself to remember, but the more she tried, the worse her headache got. Her slightly panicked state wasn't helping either. She stopped in the middle of the room, closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.
The feeling of the room spinning hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt as if she were on an endless ride on the tilt-a-whirl. Flashing lights, loud sounds, and spinning. Her eyes flew open immediately.
"Oh, the spinning. God." She groaned to herself nearly having to put her hand over her mouth.
"Ok, one thing at a time. I need clothes. Then I can deal with the sledge hammer and the tilt-a-wirl," she looked down at herself. "Yes, I definitely need clothes." As if answering her, her head began thumping even harder. "Oh be quiet, I'll give you an aspirin in a second."
She looked in the obvious spots: the floor near her bed, the floor in front of the closet, nothing turned out, not so much as a sock. Unable to find anything to wear. What the hell did I do with it? She wondered. She adjusted the sheet around her body and took a deep breath, she opened the door to the bedroom.
"Here goes nothing" she muttered to herself and walked out of the room.
Years of training and expecting the unexpected could not have prepared her for what she was faced with next. She stopped dead in her tracks and the grip she had on the sheet loosened dangerously as she took in the view in front of her.
There, in the kitchen, with his back turned to her was Daniel Jackson, having his way with her pots and pans. But what really made her gasp was not the fact that it was him in her kitchen, it was the fact that he was in her kitchen, barefoot and shirtless, clad only in jeans which hung loosely on his hips.
She had a quick flashback of the very same dressed Daniel as he was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, the top button of his jeans unbuttoned, a hot cup of coffee in one hand, watching her taking a bath. She saw herself turn her head towards him and she lifted her suds-covered hand and motioned him to come closer. He smiled lazily, pushed himself off the frame, and walked towards her.
"Holly Hannah" she said out loud and immediately her hand flew to cover her mouth.
He turned to face her when he heard her behind him. "Hey Sam." He said, and when he flashed her with one of his famous heart-melting smiles, she promptly squealed.
He looked absolutely gorgeous. His hair was mused and was sticking out in funny angles and he had a slight five o'clock shadow. She hadn't even realized how much he's changed physically during that 7 years she's known him. He's always been hiding under those three sizes bigger uniforms and she has always seen him as this vulnerable, scrawny and innocent archeologist. Years in SGC must have toughened him up. He's developed a nice, broad chest and shoulders, and his arms were loaded with muscle - a visible effect of Jack's training. All in all, he looked nothing like the man she's met 7 years ago on Abydos. No wonder the nurses in Janet's infirmary were fighting each other over the privileges to assist Dr. Jackson. He was a real hottie!
"Sam?"
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a slightly amused Daniel. She realized that she was holding her breath and he was obviously waiting for her to say something. Was it her turn to talk?
"...What?" She managed.
He chuckled.
"I said how are you this morning." He asked again and noticed her blushing furiously. He'd noticed her looking at him, all of him, and he couldn't help but smirk at the thought that Major Samantha Carter was checking him out. He decided to play with her a little, puffed his chest out, and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his muscles visibly. Her eyes traveled to his chest and he was rewarded with a barely hearable groan.
"I... I... ah..." Her eyes widened comically when she heard herself speaking, or rather babbling incoherently and she shook her head in amazement. That was not a good idea, because as soon as she did that her headache returned and she groaned loudly.
Damnit, Major! She scolded herself, pull yourself together! It's JUST Daniel. Your best friend Daniel. Your JUST A FRIEND Daniel.' She thought to herself. But then another thought entered her mind. The suspiciously messed bed, the fact that her clothes were missing, and Daniel, her JUST FRIEND Daniel, was disturbingly comfortable parading half naked in front of her, showing off his sculpted body. A body she might have been really up close and personal with the night before. OK, this definitely is the right time to start panicking. She thought.
She unconsciously tightened the sheet around her body when he walked up to her. She smiled apologetically when he noticed.
"Are you OK, Sam?" He asked.
She tried to look anywhere but at him.
"Yeah, I'm excellent!"
His risen brow told her that he wasn't buying it.
"I'm good really."
He straightened himself up to his full height, crossed his arms on his chest and furrowed his brow. This new pose momentarily distracted her. Damn it Daniel. Stop doing that! She mentally scolded him.
Seeing that it was no use lying to him she sighed and lifted her eyes to him.
"Next time you see me with a drink in my hand you have the full authority to kick my ass. No questions asked."
"Next time, I will make sure there won't be a next time," he responded with a chuckle and noticed with a pleasant surprise that she was blushing.
The color from her cheeks spread gently down her neck and her bare shoulders. She has a beautiful, delicate skin, he thought absently.
A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between them. 'When did it become uncomfortable with Daniel?' She asked herself.
Sam noticed Daniel's questioning look and began to fidget a little.
"I, ah, made some breakfast." He snapped back to attention and stepped back from her then gestured to the kitchen where he was previously making himself busy. "Something easy on your stomach," he quickly added when she paled a little.
Thankful for his quick change of subject she padded after him to the kitchen sat at the table and observed as he was making himself busy in the kitchen. When he brought her orange juice and some toast with jam she smiled and thanked him. He sat down across from her and watched her eat. She tried desperately to remember how did she get into this situation.
She felt his eyes on her, watching her carefully and she put down her juice and spoke.
"Listen, Daniel. I, ah, want you to know that I am so very sorry for whatever I might have done or said yesterday."
"Yeah, you told me that yesterday, on the answering machine?" When he received a blank look he let out a chuckle, leaned closer and continued. "You don't remember, do you?"
She lowered her head.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
He reached out across the table and covered her hand with his.
"It's ok."
He caressed her hand with soft strokes of his thumb. She was confused. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. She didn't want to hurt his feelings by pulling her hand away, and she didn't really wanted to either. It felt nice. She looked up to find him watching her carefully, and she smiled.
"Well, let me tell you a story then," he said squeezing her hand gently and then pulling back. "Once upon a time there was this beautiful young blonde maiden and she had a plan."