Icon inspired ficlet for lyssie, April 7, 2006
"Holy…Carter, what in the hell are you wearing?"
Legs that didn't seem to end twirled in stiletto heels. "Like it?"
The little black dress was every cliché in the book—and looking at Sam in it, Jack realized that he was now going to be forced to reevaluate his opinion on clichés forever. "Uh, yeah. What's the occasion?"
She shrugged, eyes too wide to be believed. "Thought I'd seduce you."
Now that caused him to bark out in laughter, which probably wasn't the smartest move considering her immediate put-upon look. "Hey, sorry, sorry," he apologized. "It's just…so outrageously unnecessary."
Sam quirked an eyebrow. "Do tell."
He fingered the silky material of the dress, sighing happily. "Not that I don't appreciate the effort, Carter, but I married you because you pretty much turn me on in anything. Sweatpants. BDUs. My boxers. Or better yet, nothing at all."
She was silent and he thought back over he last statement. "Oh. And because, y'know, of your brain and…stuff."
Her laughter could be felt in little puffs of air against his neck and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Good to know. You realize that this means I'm taking off the shoes before sex. These things pinch."
A small part of him mourned for the oh-so-delicious shoes.
The rest of him only processed the word 'sex', mentally connected it with 'Carter', and was too busy celebrating to care much about footwear.