O is for Ori

"Come on, Sam, do you really have to go?"
Jack O'Neill's whine was truly a performance worthy of the fussiest of toddlers.

"Yeah, Jack," she answered, pulling him close and pressing herself against him. "I do have to go. You know, orders and all that. Some of us actually follow those…"
Her voice tapered off and she gave him a cheeky grin, but Jack ignored the jab.

"I swear those Ori just can't get any, so they don't want me to get any either," he grumbled, and Sam sighed in good humored frustration at her husband's flair for melodrama.

"They do!" Jack griped in response to her unspoken objection. "Not only are they trying to annihilate the damned universe, they're also sex starving me to death!"

"I hardly think the mission of the Ori is to prevent you from getting laid," his wife began in her usual, sensible manner.

"It so is! And they're winning!" Jack exclaimed before she could finish her line of thought.

"With that said," she continued emphatically to silence him, "I don't think General Landry will be horribly upset with me for being just a little bit late…"

Jack immediately knew what she was thinking and grabbed her hand, dragging her toward the bedroom as she laughed and squealed.

"We have to do this, Sam!" He called over his shoulder. "If we don't, the bad guys win."


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