Checking self in mirror. Yup you look fine even if I do say myself Jack
O'Neill. Sam's favourite's, black short sleeve shirt and Jeans, don't
forget leather jacket and of course sunglasses. She cant still be pissed
can she. She was one hot headed Major. I wonder what sparked her off.
Something definitely more on her mind. I hope. No way could my non-
interest in the briefing room have her that P.O. Time too head over. Grab
bottle from fridge. White her favourite. Anything to break her icy
demeanour. Keys, where did I put my keys? Ahh there they are, ok lets go.
So this is gonna be awkward, maybe I should have bought her flowers? Too late, here's her street. And she's definitely in. There's her car and her bike. Check mirror once more. Irresistible. Few deep breaths. This is how I felt when we first met for 'dinner'. Memories. Ok serious now. Ring bell, face the music. Am I sweating? No no, don't panic. Why is my heart racing? And why is she taking so long too answer the door? Ok hearing footsteps, yup there she is. Ok Jack, nicest apologetic smile.
"Hi"
What no hello Jack? No smile, no you look nice? Not even a small peck on the cheek? Frosty. An open door and then a slender back once more. Although a back I could watch for hours. That top is so cute. A little rounded showing a little spine, that long neck, has she flicked her hair at the back? Oh pretty skirt, very flowy, and short. Nice legs Major. Wolf whistling in my head going on right now. Yes I would like too come in. Sniffing the air. Has she cooked? Where is she going? That's the living room? Why not the kitchen or dining area? Ah now I see. So, we aren't eating tonight? About face. Still not willing too look at me? Not that I mind the back view, but the front is so beautiful too. This is just too much. Not even Sara was like this. Charlie on the other hand. He could go in the huff for hours. Just like his dad! Hot in here, need to remove jacket. Ah perfect, place bottle on her small table by the door, slide off jacket.
She cant keep up the cold shoulder thing for long. Not when I run my hands over those shoulders, is that tension I feel in them. Is that because of my touch? Or because of my so-called behaviour? Or oh hell I dunno. This has completely blown outta proportion. Hey where are you going again? If you didn't want me around you shouldn't have opened the door. Fine if you want too act like a child Samantha go ahead. About face once more. I need a drink, grab bottle. Kitchen equal fridge equals hopefully beer. Put this baby back in too chill until were in a better mood for it. Ah yes beer. Right now, yup there's her paper and a nice stool for me too sit down in. She wants the silent treatment she gets the silent treatment
Mmm beer tastes delicious. So this is what's going on in the real world. I get so caught up with other worlds and small grey aliens I forget the earth we're supposed too save. Gee these papers really show ya why I need to save this world. Probably why I would rather go fishing. Ok why am I still in here by myself? Why am I still at here full stop? I'm getting quite tired of this. Where did she head too? Not in kitchen, not in dining area, not in living room. Bedroom? No such luck. Ok I'm kicking off if she's in her study. Im growing very very impatient. Door closed, light blue glare appearing through the slots. Oh no she isn't! No way have I dragged my ass over here, to enter the ice queen's lair just to be cold- shouldered all night like it will teach me a lesson. However, I am also not one to turn my back and walk away from it. We are going too talk about it.
Let us try subtle first. Knocking lightly on door. Straining for any sound. Ok lets try Impatient. Rapping on door now. Nope still no sound. Lets try, give her a moment to stand and open door again. Nope not happening, ok that's it, good job I've got a short sleeved top on because I'd be rolling up my sleeves. Deep breath, mental note she'll put up a struggle, be quick, be swift and be firm. Pressing open door, yes I will be invading your little private session Sam. It's for our own good. Don't be looking at me like that, from the corner of your eye. Perfect, swivel chair. Spin that round for starts, look her in the eye, make her know you are serious. Is that a defiant angry gleam in your eye Major? Tough.
"We need to talk"
So this is gonna be awkward, maybe I should have bought her flowers? Too late, here's her street. And she's definitely in. There's her car and her bike. Check mirror once more. Irresistible. Few deep breaths. This is how I felt when we first met for 'dinner'. Memories. Ok serious now. Ring bell, face the music. Am I sweating? No no, don't panic. Why is my heart racing? And why is she taking so long too answer the door? Ok hearing footsteps, yup there she is. Ok Jack, nicest apologetic smile.
"Hi"
What no hello Jack? No smile, no you look nice? Not even a small peck on the cheek? Frosty. An open door and then a slender back once more. Although a back I could watch for hours. That top is so cute. A little rounded showing a little spine, that long neck, has she flicked her hair at the back? Oh pretty skirt, very flowy, and short. Nice legs Major. Wolf whistling in my head going on right now. Yes I would like too come in. Sniffing the air. Has she cooked? Where is she going? That's the living room? Why not the kitchen or dining area? Ah now I see. So, we aren't eating tonight? About face. Still not willing too look at me? Not that I mind the back view, but the front is so beautiful too. This is just too much. Not even Sara was like this. Charlie on the other hand. He could go in the huff for hours. Just like his dad! Hot in here, need to remove jacket. Ah perfect, place bottle on her small table by the door, slide off jacket.
She cant keep up the cold shoulder thing for long. Not when I run my hands over those shoulders, is that tension I feel in them. Is that because of my touch? Or because of my so-called behaviour? Or oh hell I dunno. This has completely blown outta proportion. Hey where are you going again? If you didn't want me around you shouldn't have opened the door. Fine if you want too act like a child Samantha go ahead. About face once more. I need a drink, grab bottle. Kitchen equal fridge equals hopefully beer. Put this baby back in too chill until were in a better mood for it. Ah yes beer. Right now, yup there's her paper and a nice stool for me too sit down in. She wants the silent treatment she gets the silent treatment
Mmm beer tastes delicious. So this is what's going on in the real world. I get so caught up with other worlds and small grey aliens I forget the earth we're supposed too save. Gee these papers really show ya why I need to save this world. Probably why I would rather go fishing. Ok why am I still in here by myself? Why am I still at here full stop? I'm getting quite tired of this. Where did she head too? Not in kitchen, not in dining area, not in living room. Bedroom? No such luck. Ok I'm kicking off if she's in her study. Im growing very very impatient. Door closed, light blue glare appearing through the slots. Oh no she isn't! No way have I dragged my ass over here, to enter the ice queen's lair just to be cold- shouldered all night like it will teach me a lesson. However, I am also not one to turn my back and walk away from it. We are going too talk about it.
Let us try subtle first. Knocking lightly on door. Straining for any sound. Ok lets try Impatient. Rapping on door now. Nope still no sound. Lets try, give her a moment to stand and open door again. Nope not happening, ok that's it, good job I've got a short sleeved top on because I'd be rolling up my sleeves. Deep breath, mental note she'll put up a struggle, be quick, be swift and be firm. Pressing open door, yes I will be invading your little private session Sam. It's for our own good. Don't be looking at me like that, from the corner of your eye. Perfect, swivel chair. Spin that round for starts, look her in the eye, make her know you are serious. Is that a defiant angry gleam in your eye Major? Tough.
"We need to talk"