He was up to his calves in mud. Now he knew just how the children of Israel felt like
making bricks without any straw, more or less. He was making his version of adobe
brick, mixing the mud with his feet then forming the bricks and allowing them to air dry.
Occasionally a storm would destroy a weeks work but Carter was doing a bang up job of
weather forecasting and saved him much frustration, never mind back breaking work.
Matter of fact Carter's weather acumen was why he was making so damn many bricks. It
was going to get cold, damn cold, freeze your ball off cold and he had to get hopping if
they were going to be prepared. Well he thought as he stomped through the slick
concoction do we freeze first or starve first. Already did that freeze to death bit and once
was more than enough, starving didn't look like much fun and at this point they were
both well on their way there.
The radio in his discarded clothing crackled to life.
"Colonel, meet you at the camp ASAP"
His heart thudded in his chest, on top of everything else trouble. He slogged out of the mud pit pulled on his vest and grabbed his P90 and stealthily approached the camp. The radio crackled to life again .
"Where are you? You've got to see what they sent us."
Then he smelt it – food. Maybe all the MRE's tasted like chicken even the Mac and cheese but none were what you would call aromatic, this was the real deal. When he came out of cover she looked at him and smiled so brightly that the fear for her safety that had flooded his system dissipated and blessed relief and joy and oh yeah hunger replaced that flicked of anger. Well who in their right mind would come to this hell hole. Bad weather, no food, minimal shelter and no way out, oh and did I mention the imminent threat of death by supernova.
Carter looked at O'Neill and tried not to laugh. He was filthy just pants on and them rolled over his knobby knees. He was solid mud from knees down and streaks of mud every where, absolutely every where else, vest on top and p90 in his hand. His expression changed from fight mode, to a flicker of anger, to relief, to hmmm, was he drooling.
In her hand was a container from a supermarket with a roasted chicken in it. She popped it open and offered it to him. They both looked at his mud encrusted hands and she tore off a piece and put it in his mouth. He felt as though he were having a religious experience. He wanted to wash but couldn't tear himself away from the food, real food and Carter's delicate fingers on his lips and sometimes in his mouth. The hell hole became heaven for a few moments. She alternated pieces for him and pieces for her. He savored every morsel and every touch. They groaned with the simple pleasure of good food and laugh for the joy it gave them. They were so unused to a large meal that they were sated quickly. O'Neill left the new cash of food to bathe. He returned clean and dressed to inspect the rest of their treasure. The was a bakery cake with thick rich chocolate frosting on it. O'Neill popped open the plastic lid and asked Carter if she wanted a piece.
"Oh yeah – but I'm so full"
Before she finished speaking he had dipped two fingers in the frosting and they were on their way to his mouth. She grabbed his hand and plunged his fingers in her mouth. He thought eating the chicken was erotic this nearly did him in. She sucked and licked each finger clean. He couldn't help himself, he asked "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Her eyebrows flew upward, then she chuckled .
"mmmm…chocolate fudge with the distinct aftertaste of adobe ."
He helped her carry their bounty to the rock shelf and then went off to carry back some bricks and cool off. But the feel of her touch lingered.
The radio in his discarded clothing crackled to life.
"Colonel, meet you at the camp ASAP"
His heart thudded in his chest, on top of everything else trouble. He slogged out of the mud pit pulled on his vest and grabbed his P90 and stealthily approached the camp. The radio crackled to life again .
"Where are you? You've got to see what they sent us."
Then he smelt it – food. Maybe all the MRE's tasted like chicken even the Mac and cheese but none were what you would call aromatic, this was the real deal. When he came out of cover she looked at him and smiled so brightly that the fear for her safety that had flooded his system dissipated and blessed relief and joy and oh yeah hunger replaced that flicked of anger. Well who in their right mind would come to this hell hole. Bad weather, no food, minimal shelter and no way out, oh and did I mention the imminent threat of death by supernova.
Carter looked at O'Neill and tried not to laugh. He was filthy just pants on and them rolled over his knobby knees. He was solid mud from knees down and streaks of mud every where, absolutely every where else, vest on top and p90 in his hand. His expression changed from fight mode, to a flicker of anger, to relief, to hmmm, was he drooling.
In her hand was a container from a supermarket with a roasted chicken in it. She popped it open and offered it to him. They both looked at his mud encrusted hands and she tore off a piece and put it in his mouth. He felt as though he were having a religious experience. He wanted to wash but couldn't tear himself away from the food, real food and Carter's delicate fingers on his lips and sometimes in his mouth. The hell hole became heaven for a few moments. She alternated pieces for him and pieces for her. He savored every morsel and every touch. They groaned with the simple pleasure of good food and laugh for the joy it gave them. They were so unused to a large meal that they were sated quickly. O'Neill left the new cash of food to bathe. He returned clean and dressed to inspect the rest of their treasure. The was a bakery cake with thick rich chocolate frosting on it. O'Neill popped open the plastic lid and asked Carter if she wanted a piece.
"Oh yeah – but I'm so full"
Before she finished speaking he had dipped two fingers in the frosting and they were on their way to his mouth. She grabbed his hand and plunged his fingers in her mouth. He thought eating the chicken was erotic this nearly did him in. She sucked and licked each finger clean. He couldn't help himself, he asked "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Her eyebrows flew upward, then she chuckled .
"mmmm…chocolate fudge with the distinct aftertaste of adobe ."
He helped her carry their bounty to the rock shelf and then went off to carry back some bricks and cool off. But the feel of her touch lingered.
