Emancipation ficlet for llorelei, April 7, 2006
"Jack," Daniel admonished as they made their way out of the tent.
"Daniel," Jack responded, feigning innocence.
"Jack."
Knowing he could play this game longer than Daniel could, Jack just smirked, putting his sunglasses back on. "Daniel."
"Jack…you were…ogling."
He didn't bother to deny it—what would be the point? "It's some dress, that's all."
Daniel fumed. "No, Jack. Sam's some woman. That's more important."
Sometimes, being on a team with Mr. Sensitivity sort of sucked the fun right out of things. "Daniel, just drop it."
"She's my friend! I mean, I complimented her, but you…you were…."
Jack tilted his head, curious now. "I was what?"
"…Imagining her naked."
At that, the colonel sent his geeky little friend that clearly stated, 'that's enough'. "Just admiring the view, Daniel. An innocent compliment never hurt anyone."
Although Jack would never admit it, his compliment had been anything but innocent, and his attempt at pretending otherwise wasn't fooling anyone. And it really wouldn't have been a problem if this had been a one time sort of deal, brought on by nothing more than blue cloth stretched over pale skin. But it hadn't been the first time Jack had fought off more than slightly inappropriate images of his 2IC.
Glancing behind him towards the flap of the tent, Jack had the sinking feeling that it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.