Title: Hallmark Moment #101
Author: HailDorothy aka HDorothy
Category: humor/romance
Warning: Just your imagination
Pairing: J/S
Season: Pick one
Spoilers: Eight plus years of Jell-O debates between J/S
Rating: K
Summary: Another shippy J/S Hallmark moment
File Size: 24kb
Disclaimer: SG-1 is not mine. Crap:All publicity recognizable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created for entertainment, not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks are intended.
Copyright: The original characters, situations, and story are the property of said author. © HailDorothy
Feedback: Gosh, darn, don't make me beg! Pretty Please? Starvation of this writer's muse is no pleasant sight. All feedback is food for thought and well digested. "Feed me, Seymour!" (The Little Shop of Horrors)
LOCATION: SGC Officers MessTIME: 1240 Hours
"But, sir, I love blue."
"Geez, Carter, just because it matches your eyes, doesn't mean it tastes as good as my red." Jack's fork clangs against the glass bowl as he finishes off the last of his red Jell-O.
Sam tucks a stray blond curl behind her ear and snorts. "So just because red matches your present bloodshot eyes, means I can only like red?"
Oh! Huh? Jack mouth goes flat and his eyebrows do the caterpillar dance across his forehead. "Is that a trick question?"
She shuts her eyes and sighs. He knows both expressions all too well. She's annoyed.
Excellent!
"Here. Try mine, sir." She pushes her half full bowl across the table until it clanks against his dish. "It just might grow on you, even become addictive." She scoops a mouthful between her lush lips, moans with delight, challenges his deer-caught-in-the-headlightlook with a sultry smirk.
"You're so evil, Carter," his husky voice relays his libido is now in overdrive.
"I know," she mumbles wickedly over her blue spoonful, confident he won't do anything with an audience.
Engaging his Black Ops speed, Jack snatches the spoon from her hand before she can snap her jaws around it.
"Sir!" She gawps in shock.
"Whaaat?" He slowly sucks her spoon between his lips, his mouth curls and his left dimple deepens. Withdrawing the spoon, he extends his tongue and then licks her spoon clean, savoring more than the last drops of blue Jell-O.
"Just for the record, Major," He leans across the table worshiping her spoon, "I got addicted a long, long, time ago." He winks at her lake-wide blue eyes and watches her gulp . . .loudly.
His 2IC speechless!
Sweet!
If they didn't have spectators Jack would do the Snoopy dance. Instead, he nonchalantly slips her spoon into his BDU pant's pocket and stands. Stepping alongside Sam, he bends and whispers into her ear, that is now the most kissable shade of red. "Ah, Carter, as your CO I insist you shut your adorable mouth." He indicates the mesmerized onlookers. "Coz you're drooling."
Before she can respond, Jack stuffs his hands into his pockets and strolls off, whistling. Ah yes, another memorable Hallmark moment with Samantha Carter. So can life get any better? Yeah sure yabetcha!
The End . . . Nah ah . . . Just the beginning or according to Jack, "Ya think?"
Fin