Nothing-Part two
{ and }-Flashbacks for events between this fic and the last, like to keep you on your toes...
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It wasn't supposed to happen.
Like this, I didn't plan it.
{"We shouldn't be doing this," He whispered huskily along the curve of her nape, kissing the
flesh that lingered. Her body arched elegantly in a purely feminine response. "It's bad." She
purred, her eyes fluttered closed in the dimly sheltered moonlight, her hands connecting,
grasping at the legs sat around her. "Very bad."}
I still blame it on the situation.
Life and death.
Not of our bodies,
But of our souls...
The languish attempt to avoid the unavoidable.
To make her take the biggest risk of all,
Betrayal,
Of someone she loved, respected and cares about, now a lot.
I know the feeling well...
{"Oh, oh yea." Her hands, sliding up and down his back, whilst hands sought refuge an fixating
pleasure in her breas-"}
Can there be a choice?
Too many times avoided, and never confronted, not even conquered.
The only thing that became conquered was ourselves, our weakness.
Each other.
The ever-growing Need.
More now to do with sexual awareness, the tasting of flesh, muscles rippling...
We can't even deal with that, and it didn't serve our anxiousness towards each other now.
{Clenched, curved, panting, wanting, and forgetting the obvious, revelling in the current...}
Him.
He divides us....
The man I've never met, and chose never to...
{Hands melting, gliding, holding, needing, scratching, pushing to an abrupt-}
...Stop....
Her eyes flutter, opening to the morning light, her face fresh and still clinging to sleep.
Her cool skin baby soft against my chest, she doesn't move.
No smile.
No kiss.
No declaration.
Only,
"I can't leave him. It would break his heart, Jack."
My eyes turn from hers.
"Then why are you here, Carter."
My only defence. Another piece of floating wood to keep my head above the water line...
"I want to hurt anyone."
"I can deal with it, I'm a big boy Carter."
"Don't call me that."
Carter.
The woman I fell in love with.
But not woman *I* made love to.
The woman who wants both what she won't give up on, and what she used to say she wanted.
Or So Janet told me once...
*She* wont give up on Carter either.
The woman who loved her job, the one who played by the rules, the woman who help change
the universe just by standing by my side.
On either counts.
We're doomed,
She serves to hurt people.
And I serve to Love her forever, it seems...
So we've been screwed, in more ways than one.
I miss Carter...
I don't know Sam.
She sits up, kissing me once, the taste of her still on my lips,
Where ever she's going,
She might come back...
A fool can hope for wondering.
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Feed back welcome to fuel my mind for a sequel, so you wanna know where this is going?
FEED ME,
Thankz, Athena Atheniandream@aol.com
"Scientists and military guys don't make out."
"Maybe that's what's wrong with the world."-I'm still pondering whether Joss Whedon is a fan of Sg-1 or not.... Hmmm....
{ and }-Flashbacks for events between this fic and the last, like to keep you on your toes...
==========================================================
It wasn't supposed to happen.
Like this, I didn't plan it.
{"We shouldn't be doing this," He whispered huskily along the curve of her nape, kissing the
flesh that lingered. Her body arched elegantly in a purely feminine response. "It's bad." She
purred, her eyes fluttered closed in the dimly sheltered moonlight, her hands connecting,
grasping at the legs sat around her. "Very bad."}
I still blame it on the situation.
Life and death.
Not of our bodies,
But of our souls...
The languish attempt to avoid the unavoidable.
To make her take the biggest risk of all,
Betrayal,
Of someone she loved, respected and cares about, now a lot.
I know the feeling well...
{"Oh, oh yea." Her hands, sliding up and down his back, whilst hands sought refuge an fixating
pleasure in her breas-"}
Can there be a choice?
Too many times avoided, and never confronted, not even conquered.
The only thing that became conquered was ourselves, our weakness.
Each other.
The ever-growing Need.
More now to do with sexual awareness, the tasting of flesh, muscles rippling...
We can't even deal with that, and it didn't serve our anxiousness towards each other now.
{Clenched, curved, panting, wanting, and forgetting the obvious, revelling in the current...}
Him.
He divides us....
The man I've never met, and chose never to...
{Hands melting, gliding, holding, needing, scratching, pushing to an abrupt-}
...Stop....
Her eyes flutter, opening to the morning light, her face fresh and still clinging to sleep.
Her cool skin baby soft against my chest, she doesn't move.
No smile.
No kiss.
No declaration.
Only,
"I can't leave him. It would break his heart, Jack."
My eyes turn from hers.
"Then why are you here, Carter."
My only defence. Another piece of floating wood to keep my head above the water line...
"I want to hurt anyone."
"I can deal with it, I'm a big boy Carter."
"Don't call me that."
Carter.
The woman I fell in love with.
But not woman *I* made love to.
The woman who wants both what she won't give up on, and what she used to say she wanted.
Or So Janet told me once...
*She* wont give up on Carter either.
The woman who loved her job, the one who played by the rules, the woman who help change
the universe just by standing by my side.
On either counts.
We're doomed,
She serves to hurt people.
And I serve to Love her forever, it seems...
So we've been screwed, in more ways than one.
I miss Carter...
I don't know Sam.
She sits up, kissing me once, the taste of her still on my lips,
Where ever she's going,
She might come back...
A fool can hope for wondering.
========================================
Feed back welcome to fuel my mind for a sequel, so you wanna know where this is going?
FEED ME,
Thankz, Athena Atheniandream@aol.com
"Scientists and military guys don't make out."
"Maybe that's what's wrong with the world."-I'm still pondering whether Joss Whedon is a fan of Sg-1 or not.... Hmmm....