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Procrastination
Chapter 7: Sleeping Arrangements
Exhaustion was the main course on SG1's menu that evening. They had been digging for ten hours straight and every single muscle and joint in Major Samantha Carter's body was screaming for some serious attention.
Sam's mind was in overdrive as she automatically checked the perimeter surrounding their camp. After a long day of doing nothing but digging with their hands they had achieved absolutely nothing.
Nadda.
Not a thing.
You get the point.
And what's more, seeing as they had no option but to continue the search tomorrow, they had a whole day of futilely digging on their hands and knees to look forward to once again.
The only break she'd had throughout the entire day had been when she had offered to walk back to the Oasis and refill their water canteens. Even then the journey had only served to exhaust her even more. She had, however taken the opportunity to go for a quick dip in the tempting pool before returning to her team. Luckily for her the heat from the blazing sun had dried her short hair in next to no time and so she had no reason to tell her team mates of her digression.
No point in making them jealous, after all.
She sighed dolefully to herself as she made her way back to the camp, strolling slowly as she radioed to the Colonel that they were secure for the night. What was going on with him? She wondered to herself as she carefully retraced her depressed footsteps in the sand. Hell, what was wrong with both of them?
Everyone in the need-to-know category understood that there was something between the two leading members of Stargate Commands flagship team, but everyone also knew that no matter what their personal feelings for one another, their relationship still remained entirely professional.
Everyone, it seemed, except for the two main players.
Normally, and that is to say pretty much all the time, both Sam and the Colonel had managed to curb their emotions and turn any and all frustrations to positive use…like beating the crap out of Apophis, for example, but for some reason entirely unknown to the Major, this whole mission had been one sexual innuendo after another. What with the need for them all to repeatedly remove layers of clothing, and the tempting Oasis, not to mention last night…
Last night.
Sam smiled wistfully as she remembered how it had felt to be snuggled up warm in her CO's embrace, his hand resting lightly on her midriff and his breath blowing a gentle breeze on her neck. Her smile turned to a smirk, then progressed to an all-out grin as she recollected the way his fingers had managed to crawl their way under her shirt in the night and stroke her stomach, turning her insides to jelly.
Growling in frustration, Carter shifted her P-90 to a more comfortable position in her hands. How was it the Jack O'Neill managed to turn her on even when he was asleep? She had, incidentally, been pretty certain that he was still unconscious when his hand had extricated her shirt from her trousers and surreptitiously snuck underneath. She herself had awakened the moment she felt the slight pull on her clothing and had been ready to remove the wandering limb, but after listening to his steady breathing for a moment, she had realised he was still asleep and decided (against her better judgment) that what he didn't know would never hurt him.
But she had known.
Oh yeah, she had known. And for a long time that night she had lain there, her libido quivering with excitement every time one of his fingers jumped involuntarily. It had made for a pretty much sleepless night.
Sam determinedly shook all thoughts of her CO from her over-active mind as she approached the campsite, forcing a look of pure professionalism onto her flushed face as she wandered over to her team mates and sat purposefully next to Daniel - thereby ensuring she was as far away from Colonel O'Neill as she could get.
"How's the leg?" she asked as Daniel handed her a lukewarm cup of coffee.
Dr Jackson cringed at the reference to his injury. "Fine." he answered. The pain's easing up a little thanks to the pills."
"Well, you're due for some more in an hour or so."
"I know." he replied wearily. "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help with the tents and everything."
Jack smiled. "Not a problem Danny boy. You just rest up tonight and we'll see how you go in the morning."
The Colonel had called a halt to the days proceedings after Daniel had tripped on his own bootlaces and twisted his right ankle late into the afternoon. Due to the archaeologist's untimely accident it had taken longer than usual to erect the two tents, and there were no trees in the vicinity from which they could salvage firewood so the trio were forced to once again share body heat as the temperature rapidly dropped in the night sky.
Carter's earlier reactions to the previous nights sleeping arrangements had convinced Jack beyond any shadow of a doubt that he would be sharing a tent with Daniel that night and quite frankly the thought irritated him.
No, scratch that.
It pissed him off. Royally.
The only problem was he didn't know *why* it got him so angry. After all, it's not as if he had any reason to share a tent with Carter and besides, they had three blankets now so no one had to get up close and personal tonight.
Daniel's sudden and very loud yawn shook Jack from his introspective musings and he reached down over to the camping stove and poured himself more coffee. "Get some sleep." he said to the Archaeologist as he swirled the black liquid in his cup before taking a mouthful and swallowing with a distasteful grimace. "I'll take first watch, then you, and Carter gets the early shift"
Dr Jackson nodded in agreement and limped his way towards the little boys tent. Suddenly the air seemed to grow thick and Sam was finding it hard to breath. A million thoughts whirled around in her mind and she discovered to her dismay that she was finding it increasingly difficult to meet her CO's gaze.
Strange, Jack mused to himself as he watched Carter's hands knit together in anguish, no matter what had happened in the past, be it the fiasco with Anise's Lie Detector machine, or after they returned from that underground plant where they'd had their memories altered, they had still always managed to find it possible to return to their normal working relationship. This time, however, he felt as though he was at the 'goodnight kiss' stage of a first date.
Yeah, 'cause he needed that imagery right now.
Eventually, and after a long moment of awkward silence, Sam stood up suddenly and announced rather too loudly that she was going to bed.
Jack nodded - well, what else could he do? and bade her goodnight, watching her from the corner of his eye as she made her way to her own tent.
Three hours later the Colonel walked over to his sleeping quarters and gently woke Doctor Jackson. He had nothing to report and so simply kicked off his shoes and climbed into his sleeping bag, pulling it high over his ears to ward off the night time chill.
He fell asleep quickly, the days events having exhausted him more than even he had known, and only half heard the tent zip rise and someone climb in next to him.
All was fine until that *someone* took it upon themselves to cuddle up close to the Colonel's back and fling their hands around his waist.
Jack tensed and found his voice very quickly. "Uh, Daniel?"
A distinctly feminine giggle emitted from behind him and Jack visibly relaxed…that is until his brain kicked in once more and he tensed up again.
"Carter?" he asked slowly. "What'ya doin'?"
"My tent was cold Sir." she replied quietly. "I needed body heat. You don't mind do you?"
Dumb question.
"Where's your blanket?" he asked, sensibility fighting it's way past his aroused mind and to the surface.
"I have it." Sam admitted quietly, "But I'm still not warm enough to sleep."
Jack sat up quickly and Sam (who had been wide awake in her tent for the last three hours, mulling over the reasons why this was a *bad* idea) had to force herself not to groan out loud in disappointment.
Grabbing his pack from the side of the tent, Jack pulled out his blanket and covered them both before settling back down an turning to face her.
Nose to nose they stayed in this position for a seemingly endless five minutes, neither blinking, hearts pounding with adrenaline. Eventually Carter forced herself to turn her back on her Commanding Officer and he immediately spooned himself up against her.
"Just body heat, right?" he muttered and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
"Right." she whispered back as she reached behind herself and grabbed his hand, pulling it over to wrap around her shivering body, lacing her fingers with his.
"Right." he repeated with more confidence than he actually felt, and closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep.
Outside, Daniel had watched Sam creep into his tent and grinned to himself as he wondered briefly what he would find when he returned in three hours to awaken Sam for her shift. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that something was seriously strange about the whole 'Jack and Sam' situation on this mission, but quite frankly it was so nice to see them like this that he was loathed to mention it.
He did, however, realise that the topic would have to be bought up eventually, and knowing Sam, Jack and military regulations as he did, wondered if their was an alien influence involved in all of this.
Still, he thought to himself as he reached again for the coffee pot, it could all wait until tomorrow, and the least the air force could do was let them have tonight.
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I've finally figured where I'm going with all this but it's gonna be a few chapters yet…as long as you don't mind.
Please keep sending me feedback, even if you want it to end now - just let me know.
Procrastination
Chapter 7: Sleeping Arrangements
Exhaustion was the main course on SG1's menu that evening. They had been digging for ten hours straight and every single muscle and joint in Major Samantha Carter's body was screaming for some serious attention.
Sam's mind was in overdrive as she automatically checked the perimeter surrounding their camp. After a long day of doing nothing but digging with their hands they had achieved absolutely nothing.
Nadda.
Not a thing.
You get the point.
And what's more, seeing as they had no option but to continue the search tomorrow, they had a whole day of futilely digging on their hands and knees to look forward to once again.
The only break she'd had throughout the entire day had been when she had offered to walk back to the Oasis and refill their water canteens. Even then the journey had only served to exhaust her even more. She had, however taken the opportunity to go for a quick dip in the tempting pool before returning to her team. Luckily for her the heat from the blazing sun had dried her short hair in next to no time and so she had no reason to tell her team mates of her digression.
No point in making them jealous, after all.
She sighed dolefully to herself as she made her way back to the camp, strolling slowly as she radioed to the Colonel that they were secure for the night. What was going on with him? She wondered to herself as she carefully retraced her depressed footsteps in the sand. Hell, what was wrong with both of them?
Everyone in the need-to-know category understood that there was something between the two leading members of Stargate Commands flagship team, but everyone also knew that no matter what their personal feelings for one another, their relationship still remained entirely professional.
Everyone, it seemed, except for the two main players.
Normally, and that is to say pretty much all the time, both Sam and the Colonel had managed to curb their emotions and turn any and all frustrations to positive use…like beating the crap out of Apophis, for example, but for some reason entirely unknown to the Major, this whole mission had been one sexual innuendo after another. What with the need for them all to repeatedly remove layers of clothing, and the tempting Oasis, not to mention last night…
Last night.
Sam smiled wistfully as she remembered how it had felt to be snuggled up warm in her CO's embrace, his hand resting lightly on her midriff and his breath blowing a gentle breeze on her neck. Her smile turned to a smirk, then progressed to an all-out grin as she recollected the way his fingers had managed to crawl their way under her shirt in the night and stroke her stomach, turning her insides to jelly.
Growling in frustration, Carter shifted her P-90 to a more comfortable position in her hands. How was it the Jack O'Neill managed to turn her on even when he was asleep? She had, incidentally, been pretty certain that he was still unconscious when his hand had extricated her shirt from her trousers and surreptitiously snuck underneath. She herself had awakened the moment she felt the slight pull on her clothing and had been ready to remove the wandering limb, but after listening to his steady breathing for a moment, she had realised he was still asleep and decided (against her better judgment) that what he didn't know would never hurt him.
But she had known.
Oh yeah, she had known. And for a long time that night she had lain there, her libido quivering with excitement every time one of his fingers jumped involuntarily. It had made for a pretty much sleepless night.
Sam determinedly shook all thoughts of her CO from her over-active mind as she approached the campsite, forcing a look of pure professionalism onto her flushed face as she wandered over to her team mates and sat purposefully next to Daniel - thereby ensuring she was as far away from Colonel O'Neill as she could get.
"How's the leg?" she asked as Daniel handed her a lukewarm cup of coffee.
Dr Jackson cringed at the reference to his injury. "Fine." he answered. The pain's easing up a little thanks to the pills."
"Well, you're due for some more in an hour or so."
"I know." he replied wearily. "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help with the tents and everything."
Jack smiled. "Not a problem Danny boy. You just rest up tonight and we'll see how you go in the morning."
The Colonel had called a halt to the days proceedings after Daniel had tripped on his own bootlaces and twisted his right ankle late into the afternoon. Due to the archaeologist's untimely accident it had taken longer than usual to erect the two tents, and there were no trees in the vicinity from which they could salvage firewood so the trio were forced to once again share body heat as the temperature rapidly dropped in the night sky.
Carter's earlier reactions to the previous nights sleeping arrangements had convinced Jack beyond any shadow of a doubt that he would be sharing a tent with Daniel that night and quite frankly the thought irritated him.
No, scratch that.
It pissed him off. Royally.
The only problem was he didn't know *why* it got him so angry. After all, it's not as if he had any reason to share a tent with Carter and besides, they had three blankets now so no one had to get up close and personal tonight.
Daniel's sudden and very loud yawn shook Jack from his introspective musings and he reached down over to the camping stove and poured himself more coffee. "Get some sleep." he said to the Archaeologist as he swirled the black liquid in his cup before taking a mouthful and swallowing with a distasteful grimace. "I'll take first watch, then you, and Carter gets the early shift"
Dr Jackson nodded in agreement and limped his way towards the little boys tent. Suddenly the air seemed to grow thick and Sam was finding it hard to breath. A million thoughts whirled around in her mind and she discovered to her dismay that she was finding it increasingly difficult to meet her CO's gaze.
Strange, Jack mused to himself as he watched Carter's hands knit together in anguish, no matter what had happened in the past, be it the fiasco with Anise's Lie Detector machine, or after they returned from that underground plant where they'd had their memories altered, they had still always managed to find it possible to return to their normal working relationship. This time, however, he felt as though he was at the 'goodnight kiss' stage of a first date.
Yeah, 'cause he needed that imagery right now.
Eventually, and after a long moment of awkward silence, Sam stood up suddenly and announced rather too loudly that she was going to bed.
Jack nodded - well, what else could he do? and bade her goodnight, watching her from the corner of his eye as she made her way to her own tent.
Three hours later the Colonel walked over to his sleeping quarters and gently woke Doctor Jackson. He had nothing to report and so simply kicked off his shoes and climbed into his sleeping bag, pulling it high over his ears to ward off the night time chill.
He fell asleep quickly, the days events having exhausted him more than even he had known, and only half heard the tent zip rise and someone climb in next to him.
All was fine until that *someone* took it upon themselves to cuddle up close to the Colonel's back and fling their hands around his waist.
Jack tensed and found his voice very quickly. "Uh, Daniel?"
A distinctly feminine giggle emitted from behind him and Jack visibly relaxed…that is until his brain kicked in once more and he tensed up again.
"Carter?" he asked slowly. "What'ya doin'?"
"My tent was cold Sir." she replied quietly. "I needed body heat. You don't mind do you?"
Dumb question.
"Where's your blanket?" he asked, sensibility fighting it's way past his aroused mind and to the surface.
"I have it." Sam admitted quietly, "But I'm still not warm enough to sleep."
Jack sat up quickly and Sam (who had been wide awake in her tent for the last three hours, mulling over the reasons why this was a *bad* idea) had to force herself not to groan out loud in disappointment.
Grabbing his pack from the side of the tent, Jack pulled out his blanket and covered them both before settling back down an turning to face her.
Nose to nose they stayed in this position for a seemingly endless five minutes, neither blinking, hearts pounding with adrenaline. Eventually Carter forced herself to turn her back on her Commanding Officer and he immediately spooned himself up against her.
"Just body heat, right?" he muttered and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
"Right." she whispered back as she reached behind herself and grabbed his hand, pulling it over to wrap around her shivering body, lacing her fingers with his.
"Right." he repeated with more confidence than he actually felt, and closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep.
Outside, Daniel had watched Sam creep into his tent and grinned to himself as he wondered briefly what he would find when he returned in three hours to awaken Sam for her shift. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that something was seriously strange about the whole 'Jack and Sam' situation on this mission, but quite frankly it was so nice to see them like this that he was loathed to mention it.
He did, however, realise that the topic would have to be bought up eventually, and knowing Sam, Jack and military regulations as he did, wondered if their was an alien influence involved in all of this.
Still, he thought to himself as he reached again for the coffee pot, it could all wait until tomorrow, and the least the air force could do was let them have tonight.
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I've finally figured where I'm going with all this but it's gonna be a few chapters yet…as long as you don't mind.
Please keep sending me feedback, even if you want it to end now - just let me know.