W00T! MORE FANFICS! AND CONGRATS TO READ300300 FOR PASSING THE 20TH FIC MARK!

Dedicated to the loyal trio, as always.


Sam likes to listen to them.

She likes to listen to the Colonel and Daniel speak, whisper, trying not to wake her and Teal'c.

Their soft voices will gently rise and fall, over and over in the night. Sometimes, one or both would sound angry. Others, the Colonel would say something to make Daniel chuckle, and vice-versa.

But she always enjoys simply listening to the rhythm and cadence. It lets her know that they are OK: hearing the warm richness in the Colonel's voice mixing with Daniel's sweet purr.

They never sound that way anywhere else, with anyone else. Only when they are alone (or think it) and are with each other. Only then will that lusty growl and silky seduction come out of their throats. Only then will their voices steadily grow softer and softer, and then, one of them will squeak, the sounds pressing in close like the sounds of cloth rustling.

Sam doesn't actually WATCH them. She's not that voyeuristic.

But it's still comforting to hear them whispering, to hear them seducing each other, strange as it may sound. Because it means that they are still in love, and still together, and still THEM.

.:pantgaspMOAN:.