Muddy Rain
It was a slippery slope they were on. It had all started innocently enough, everything does, but temptation and need became to much as they always do.
It started right after one of those times when her body had ceased to be hers. He mentioned a get together, with cake. How could she refuse him, especially with cake? However it was pointed out shortly after the invitation that she could not operate heavy machinery and was going to need a ride. Daniel immediately volunteered Jack and ran. Sighing with feigned reluctance they both entered his car. The night went off without a hitch and then Teal'c announced Daniel was driving him home, and they ran. Sam slept in the guest room that night. The next he dropped her off at her own house with promises of a team at her house.
The next time was worse. Much worse. She had almost died, willingly. They all silently decided that she would be surrounded until their downtime was over. And they became comfortable with each other. Familiarity is dangerous.
That was their downfall. They had slipped into familiarity and need. For each other. It became rapidly obvious that connection they shared was deeper then the others.
And suddenly their sanity was dependent on each other. It was weird man. Really weird. They shared humor, thoughts, and actions.
Then suddenly they were done sliding, they had hit the bottom. It was muddy and ugly.
When they realized where they were and how they felt about each other and that the other knew what they had been trying to keep from themselves it got ugly. Shouting matches, too rough sparring, personal wounds reopened and rubbed with salt. Then it stopped.
She was at his door. She was wet, it was raining. She didn't have a jacket. He had a Jack Daniel's in one hand and the door in the other, shocked. She moved first and slapped him hard against the face. Still he had nothing to say, she was right. Then she was on him. Hands in his hair, lips on his face and neck, pelvis on his. His glass shattered on the front stoop. His arms crossed over her back, his hands grabbed her hair and he dragged her inside. Slamming the door with his foot he pushed them towards his bedroom. Halfway there he is carrying her and they are stripping ach other as best as possible. Suddenly he opened his eyes and there she was panting below him. Hard and fast he still waited for her at the end. The crushed her and she held him there until sleep began creeping in on them. And she spoke.
"Love you."
He smiled. They were going to be okay. Things were going to be great.
Maybe sliding wasn't so bad after all.
