I'm really getting into it now. I think I already have four or five major cliches going in my Indulgence fic. I'm like trying for the world record or something. ;)
Haa!! We should totally have a contest to see who can fit in the most with this year's Indulgence fics. I would lose, of course, but world record or not, I can't wait to read yours!
Oh, and I see you have another sweet icon I can steal out from under you when you're not looking I mean, borrow. :p Nice!!
They sat alone in the dark room, and Jack watched the light of a single candle struggle to make a difference. He rubbed his hands over his arms. The place could use a little heat. He looked over at Carter, who, as far as Jack could tell, was staring at a big patch of nothing. "So?"
She tilted her chin toward him, looking slightly surprised, like she'd forgotten he was sitting next to her. "So, what?"
"Are you feeling... fertile?"
Carter ran her fingers through the heavy, fur blanket they were sitting on. Jack wondered idly what it had looked like when it was still alive. "You know," she said. "I think I am."
"Yeah. Me too."
"Really?"
Carter scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at the crotch of his BDU's. Jack's face felt warm. Actually, a lot more than his face felt warm. He shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in his his own skin. "No," he said. It was lie. He was certainly feeling something and fertile was as good a word for it as anything. Carter looked away and Jack ran his hands over his head. This never got any easier.
Carter plucked a strand of hair from the fur quilt and changed the subject. She did that a lot. "What do you think Daniel and Teal'c are doing?"
Jack hadn't thought about that. At all. But now he was and it was in no way pleasant. "I don't really want to think about that."
Carter grimaced and began unbuttoning her BDU shirt. Yeah. Jack definitely didn't want to be thinking about Daniel and Teal'c right now.
"Good point," said Carter.
Jack reached over and helped slide her t-shirt over her head. His hands eased back down her ribs and around to her back. Carter's bra clasp was no match for Jack and he removed it in one smooth motion. Sometimes age and experience beat the pants off of youth. Carter's skin was soft and warm. He leaned in and eased her onto her back. "Thanks. I have my moments."
"You really do." Carter closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. Jack would keep that image in his mind for weeks.
He left Carter on the bed and stood up to remove his own clothes. "Are you insulting me?"
Carter sat up to take off her boots and pants. Jack started taking his time with his clothes. He liked to watch Carter watch him. She stopped his hands when they got to his waist and tugged the ends of his belt. Jack stepped closer and Carter undid the buttons on his pants. Slowly and with a lot of extra groping. "No," she said as his pants slid to his knees. "I would never do that."
"You're not a very good liar, Carter." Jack kicked his pants off and shivered a little in the cool air. He pushed her back and put his hands on either side of her, digging his fingers into the thick fur.
"I'm really not," she said. Carter stilled suddenly and Jack could tell she was trying to work something out in her mind. She reached up and put a hand on his chest. "Wait," she said. "Isn't it my turn to be on top?"
Is this all it takes? I just have to make silly SJ icons and then tell you to write fic and you will? AWESOME. You are totally earning that Queen of Comment Fic appellation, by the way. You *do* know there is a porn battle going on right now, correct? :P
Sam didn't have to think about it. "Three weeks ago."
"Damn. That worked out pretty well last time," Jack said.
Sam smiled, just a little goofily as she remembered just how well that had worked. "Yeah."
Jack smiled goofily back for a second and then said, "Uh...malfunctioning Ancient device?"
Sam tapped her fingers on the top of the sleeping bag. "I'm not sure Hammond really believed that one last time."
"We do use it a lot," Jack said. He ran the back of a finger down Sam's side, causing her to shiver and roll closer to him. She put a hand on his hip to draw circles on his skin, which was his excuse for what came to mind next. "Aliens."
Sam's hand stilled. She lifted her head. "Aliens?"
Jack thought quickly. "Yes. Aliens."
Sam said, "Aliens...made us have sex."
"Yes!" Jack said, relieved that she thought it worth repeating.
Sam was quiet for a minute, and then she started shaking. It took Jack a minute to realize she was laughing. She said, "That is the silliest excuse you've come up with, and I'm including 'beer.'"
"Hey!" Jack rolled onto his side. "That was a very valid excuse." Knowing she wouldn't let it go, he decided to distract her by kissing her neck, right below her ear.
Sam sighed, so he did it again, then moved along her jaw toward her mouth. Just before he captured her lips, she said, "We still have to think of a--"
"Later," Jack said, and ended the discussion for the moment.
"It was something in the drink they gave us, sir, I swear!" Colonel O'Neill said. He looked anything but innocent. His hair was completely disheveled (not unusual, Hammond had to admit), his uniform was--well, it had seen better days, and he had a hickey on his neck--one that incidentally matched the one on Major Carter's neck.
Hammond got ready to yell, perfectly aware that Major Carter was taking the opportunity to surreptitiously re-button her jacket. He gave a small inward sigh. Jacob was going to kill him. Or Jack. Maybe both.
Jack had noted his delay and had started to look hopeful. That just wouldn't do. Hammond took a deep breath. "Colonel!" Both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter jumped, and Hammond allowed himself to feel a little bit of satisfaction. "I never--ever--want to hear that excuse in my office again. Either you learn to control yourselves or you will have to do without alien moonshine, liquor, or...water on your missions! Is. That. Clear?"
Major Carter somehow managed to cringe back while standing perfectly rigid. Colonel O'Neill just looked guilty.
"Yes, sir," he said finally. Hammond let it stand for both of them.
"Report to the infirmary and have Dr. Fraiser document this...incident," Hammond said, his volume closer to normal. "Dismissed."
Both of the officers gave a crisp attention and left. After the door was shut, Hammond collapsed into his chair and sighed. Those two would be the death of him, someday.
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But now I am inspired to write cracky fertility rite fic!
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Yes, there can never be enough cracky fertility fic. And if someone can pull of a serious one, I would be forever in awe. Go forth!
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Oh please do! *g* my cliche list for my fic is getting out of hand. I think my brain is trying to see how many I can fit in one fic!! Lol.
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Cute icon.
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Oh, and I see you have another sweet icon I can
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Yes, I should at least put together a Day of Indulgence bingo card. That would be AWESOME.
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She tilted her chin toward him, looking slightly surprised, like she'd forgotten he was sitting next to her. "So, what?"
"Are you feeling... fertile?"
Carter ran her fingers through the heavy, fur blanket they were sitting on. Jack wondered idly what it had looked like when it was still alive. "You know," she said. "I think I am."
"Yeah. Me too."
"Really?"
Carter scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at the crotch of his BDU's. Jack's face felt warm. Actually, a lot more than his face felt warm. He shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in his his own skin. "No," he said. It was lie. He was certainly feeling something and fertile was as good a word for it as anything. Carter looked away and Jack ran his hands over his head. This never got any easier.
Carter plucked a strand of hair from the fur quilt and changed the subject. She did that a lot. "What do you think Daniel and Teal'c are doing?"
Jack hadn't thought about that. At all. But now he was and it was in no way pleasant. "I don't really want to think about that."
Carter grimaced and began unbuttoning her BDU shirt. Yeah. Jack definitely didn't want to be thinking about Daniel and Teal'c right now.
"Good point," said Carter.
Jack reached over and helped slide her t-shirt over her head. His hands eased back down her ribs and around to her back. Carter's bra clasp was no match for Jack and he removed it in one smooth motion. Sometimes age and experience beat the pants off of youth. Carter's skin was soft and warm. He leaned in and eased her onto her back. "Thanks. I have my moments."
"You really do." Carter closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. Jack would keep that image in his mind for weeks.
He left Carter on the bed and stood up to remove his own clothes. "Are you insulting me?"
Carter sat up to take off her boots and pants. Jack started taking his time with his clothes. He liked to watch Carter watch him. She stopped his hands when they got to his waist and tugged the ends of his belt. Jack stepped closer and Carter undid the buttons on his pants. Slowly and with a lot of extra groping. "No," she said as his pants slid to his knees. "I would never do that."
"You're not a very good liar, Carter." Jack kicked his pants off and shivered a little in the cool air. He pushed her back and put his hands on either side of her, digging his fingers into the thick fur.
"I'm really not," she said. Carter stilled suddenly and Jack could tell she was trying to work something out in her mind. She reached up and put a hand on his chest. "Wait," she said. "Isn't it my turn to be on top?"
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This is awesome, as usual. :D
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I saw the porn battle, but there didn't seem to be many S/J prompts.
I guess I could write some other pairing.
hahahahhahaha
I'm such a liar.
I can't really write anything else.
:P
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No argument here, especially when it comes to Jack....
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Sam didn't have to think about it. "Three weeks ago."
"Damn. That worked out pretty well last time," Jack said.
Sam smiled, just a little goofily as she remembered just how well that had worked. "Yeah."
Jack smiled goofily back for a second and then said, "Uh...malfunctioning Ancient device?"
Sam tapped her fingers on the top of the sleeping bag. "I'm not sure Hammond really believed that one last time."
"We do use it a lot," Jack said. He ran the back of a finger down Sam's side, causing her to shiver and roll closer to him. She put a hand on his hip to draw circles on his skin, which was his excuse for what came to mind next. "Aliens."
Sam's hand stilled. She lifted her head. "Aliens?"
Jack thought quickly. "Yes. Aliens."
Sam said, "Aliens...made us have sex."
"Yes!" Jack said, relieved that she thought it worth repeating.
Sam was quiet for a minute, and then she started shaking. It took Jack a minute to realize she was laughing. She said, "That is the silliest excuse you've come up with, and I'm including 'beer.'"
"Hey!" Jack rolled onto his side. "That was a very valid excuse." Knowing she wouldn't let it go, he decided to distract her by kissing her neck, right below her ear.
Sam sighed, so he did it again, then moved along her jaw toward her mouth. Just before he captured her lips, she said, "We still have to think of a--"
"Later," Jack said, and ended the discussion for the moment.
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God, I love the idea of them coming up with excuses
each mission. Lol. Plus, later is always a better time to figure that stuff out. ;)What cliche should I icon next?
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Hammond got ready to yell, perfectly aware that Major Carter was taking the opportunity to surreptitiously re-button her jacket. He gave a small inward sigh. Jacob was going to kill him. Or Jack. Maybe both.
Jack had noted his delay and had started to look hopeful. That just wouldn't do. Hammond took a deep breath. "Colonel!" Both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter jumped, and Hammond allowed himself to feel a little bit of satisfaction. "I never--ever--want to hear that excuse in my office again. Either you learn to control yourselves or you will have to do without alien moonshine, liquor, or...water on your missions! Is. That. Clear?"
Major Carter somehow managed to cringe back while standing perfectly rigid. Colonel O'Neill just looked guilty.
"Yes, sir," he said finally. Hammond let it stand for both of them.
"Report to the infirmary and have Dr. Fraiser document this...incident," Hammond said, his volume closer to normal. "Dismissed."
Both of the officers gave a crisp attention and left. After the door was shut, Hammond collapsed into his chair and sighed. Those two would be the death of him, someday.
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"Could you at least keep the valid sex incidence down to once a month? I'd really appreciate it. Or better yet, STOP TELLING ME."
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Melissa M.
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And ROFL at that icon!