Author's Note:
Wow, thanks for all the reviews.
I didn't really expect such a wonderful feedback and haven't even considered a sequel or second chapter, but since you guys asked so nicely here you go.
Just one thing I must ask – it is really puzzling me…how can one get 9 reviews and 11 alerts for a story? It kinda doesn't make sense.
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TEA
Barging into the kitchen like a whirlwind about to devour the world around it, the woman gave the room one look and groaned out loud.
Dirty dishes fighting for dominance in her sink, a couple of wine glasses keeping an empty bottle company in their own private corner of the room and close by on the floor...
Feeling her blood sugar level suddenly plummeting to its lowest level – EVER – she eyed it in total shock and disbelieve.
Was it…no way…but surely…after all they had…oh yes they did…but why in the kitchen of all places?
She approached it slowly, carefully – like a cat would stalk its prey.
When she was barely a few feet away from it she hunched down to stare at it in utter dismay.
There was no doubt about it.
Rubbery...extra large (no-no-no stop daydreaming - it was just plain 'large')...dark sticky fluid...mocking her with its reminder of a night of passion.
Involuntarily her head moved sideways – upwards – to stare at the suspiciously empty table occupying the centre of the room and memories started flooding her mind...
A look...a hand
A touch...a kiss
A word...a sentence...'I need you'...'I know'
A table
A deed…first of many
Shaking her head she forced herself back to reality and to IT in front of her.
It was time to get practical.
It was time to get rid of IT.
Now what would be the best way...
Bare hands?
Paper towel...no more like towels?
A shovel?
A flaming torch...with the subsequent possibility of a burned-out house?
The woman could not help but smile at the last thought. She could just imagine the type of excuse she would offer the fire department, "I'm so sorry, but I just had to get rid of the juicy evidence."
Yeah...right.
Sighing, she reached out two fingers and after only a moment's hesitation picked it up, stood and with a stiff arm stretched out in front of her, eyes looking anywhere but at IT, she made her way to the rubbish bin.
With a quick press of a foot, the evidence vanished into the black hole, but just to play it extra – EXTRA - safe she tore off a strip from a paper towel roll and threw it in afterwards to cover it from any casual observation.
"What...no coffee yet?" a deep voice jokingly asked from somewhere behind her.
Heartbeat…heartbeat…heartbeat…HEARTBEAT, HEARTBEAT, HEARTBEART, HEARTBEAT!
Jumping around, eyes wide with shock, mouth slightly open, back hiding the evidence; fingers wiping itself clean from non-existing evidence on her pants, she struggled to find something, anything to say.
An eyebrow rose and a smile threatened to form at the corner of his lips.
If it was any other day he would have grinned openly at her, but it appeared like the gravity of their situation had even affected his otherwise unstoppable humor.
Still getting no response from her, he made a big show of looking out of the kitchen window, before finally commenting in a pretend serious voice, "The weather sure has you jumpy today."
"W-what?" She was not quite following him, especially since his close-fitting jeans and Hawaiian shirt was doing all sort of interesting things to her body chemistry and-
Damn…he was hot...being that hot must surely be against the law!
concentrating was oh so difficult.
Finally registering what he was referring to she quickly tried to cover her tracks, "Weather…jumpy…yes."
Lame, Samantha…very lame and is that a blush spreading across your ear tips?
She turned her back to him and started opening and slamming cupboards closed, searching for…well coffee – what did you expect?
In sacred silence he admired the wondrous outlines of her feminine body.
And to think he had seen it all…explore it all…taste it all – and more.
Oh for crying out loud!
Down boy…DOWN…now is so not the time to be 'hungry'.
Wait a moment…
Hasn't she been like...overly quiet now for a long time?
"Carter," he tried in a friendly voice.
No reply, another door slamming close.
Huh? Was he imagining it or was there something not quite right here.
Time to try again, "Sam?"
Well...she found something (looks like tea), but now it was the cups time to be abused. Yeah…he would have to say something was seriously wrong and for the life of him he didn't know what.
Last resort…time for his General's voice.
"Samantha!"
"WHAT!"
Oh well…at least now he was getting a response from her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yes."
"Sure?"
A grunted reply followed by the kettle being poured full of water and then…
"ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…ouch…shit…&$(."
This was followed by the crashing sound of a kettle falling into the sink and water splashing, wetting everything in close proximity.
Okay…this was so not her.
Rushing forward, he saw her clutching her hand and from the clenching of her cute…beautiful…sexy…I want to touch it…ah shut up Jack…cheeks, he knew she must have burned herself.
"Let me have a look." Without waiting for permission he reached out in her direction.
"No…I-I'm fine." She was turning away from him (a bit forcefully) and…wait a moment…was that tears forming in her eyes?
"Sam…you might have hurt yourself." Just a hint of desperation was in his voice.
"Ya think?" Was that sarcasm?
"Oh for crying out loud." With a quick movement that even Teal'c would have been proud of, he grabbed hold of her hands and forced – in a very nice way mind you – the injured one away.
What! It was barely red; she had suffered in silence through much much more in the past.
"Ouch…looks bad…lets hold it under the cold water for a while." Yeah…well…a man would do anything for the woman he loves. WHAT! Did he just say the "l" word? Oh boy.
Carefully removing the still hot kettle from the sink, he opened the cold water tap and let it run for a while, testing it now and again with a finger, before guiding her "injured" hand gently to it.
The whole time she had just stared at him with wide eyes, a suspicious looking mistiness covering the beauty of her otherwise bright blues.
For a moment they stood like that, hand over hand, neither one saying anything.
"It…it feels fine now." The words came out softly, hesitantly.
Nodding his head, he closed the tap and before she could escape he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yes."
A hand went under her chin and lifted it so he could look into her eyes. "You know I think we've gone through this once too many. I can see something is bothering you…is it...is it about last night?" Please don't let her say yes, please please please please.
"Yes…no…I don't know." The mistiness has formed into a solid tear running down at full speed down her cheek.
Okay…what was that supposed to mean? And here he always prided himself on his quite adequate understanding of the subtle language of the typical female.
"Sam…talk to me." That sounded great...pad on the back for you, Jack.
Now she was biting on her bottom lip. Lip…kissing…exploration…discovery…oh get a grip on yourself.
"Last night-"
Oh god…here it comes…
"it was…wonderful-"
Wonderful…hmmm, he could do wonderful.
"but-"
Oh no, "but" was never good.
"it changed a lot of things-"
Changes could be good, couldn't it?
"and some things could never be the same again-"
Huh? What's she talking about, and…HEY…where's those hands of her going…oh…sorry just the chest area.
"and I'm afraid that if things doesn't work out…I might loose you altogether."
Was that all, oh man, women could be really strange some days, not that he was going to admit it out loud.
"C'mere."
He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his shoulder.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, life was sure good.
KABOOM!
Crap, except for the thunder.