Icon inspired ficlet for fallenbelle, April 3, 2006
Physically incapable of tearing his gaze away from the picture perfect site of Sam sprawled across his desk in nothing but stilettos, Jack's brain futilely scrambled for something to say. Unfortunately, a sort of strangled "Unnngh" was the only thing that actually managed to make it out of his mouth.
An all-too familiar smirk appeared across Carter's face as she nonchalantly flipped through a report. "How articulate, Jack."
"Wah…well…words and…that…don't mix!" he insisted, still gaping—although he finally managed to completely shut and lock the door to his office.
"Mmm," she said absently. "I could put my clothes back on."
He started loosening his tie. "And waste perfectly wonderful naked Carter? I don't think so."
She laughed, giving up at feigning indifference. "Missed me, then?"
He leaned down and nuzzled her ear. "Hey, I'm not the one naked on the desk. Speaking of, how did you even get in here?"
She sat up and wrapped all of those long, long legs around his waist, with her arms circling his neck and a warm mouth lingering on his collarbone. "Your assistant let me in before she locked up for the night. She's noticed that you're notably easier to deal with after a visit from me."
He chuckled, pulling her head back because he had to kiss this crazy, shameless, perfect woman. "Go figure."