Title: Semi-inappropriate Author: Nicky Chevalier Feedback: Would make my day. [email protected] Rating: PG-15 Summary: "Cheek to cheek, the lights are low, A kiss beneath the mistletoe, your face lit by the fire's glow; that's all I want tonight." --'All I Want Is You This Christmas' Content Warnings: Adult situations Category: S/J, PWP, Christmas challenge response. Status: Complete Archive: Anywhere, just let me know. Spoilers: None. Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em. Author's Notes: My response to the 2003 Christmas challenge, involving: * Christmas off world. * Sam & Jack holding hands. * Lyrics to a Christmas song in the summary. No plot to be found here ... actually this whole fic was just an excuse to have Sam and Jack make out for a few minutes. <eg> Is that so wrong? It's my first story in a while; hope I'm not too rusty. :) ********** Jack scowled. "I swear to God, when we get back to Earth, I'm gonna kick Hammond's ass from there to Abydos. Who's with me?" Jack threw another splinter of wood into the fire and looked expectantly around at his team. Teal'c raised a trademark eyebrow. "I do not celebrate Christmas, so I have no reason to be angry with General Hammond." With that, he lay down on his sleeping bag and promptly went to sleep. The Colonel rolled his eyes-- he could never understand how Teal'c did that-- and looked over at Daniel, who shrugged. "It's not Hammond's fault we're stuck here. Besides, I had nothing better to do. And it is kinda nice here," he reasoned. "That's not the *point*, Daniel," Jack quit throwing small twigs into the fire and threw a few at the linguist instead. "It's the *principle* of the thing." "Sorry Jack." Daniel served him a mock sympathetic look and threw the miniature projectiles back at him. "You'll just have to take the General on on your own." Oh, great, Jack thought derisively. So he was stuck on some long- deserted planet on Christmas Eve with a mutinous team who were actually *mocking* him. Putting on his best glower, he looked to where his 2IC was sitting cross-legged, a notepad in her lap and a pensive look on her face. If anyone would back him up, she would. "Carter?" She looked up, shaking her head and stifling a grin. "Sorry, Sir. I'd like to help you, but I value my career too much to beat up a direct superior officer." He snorted, serving her an amused look. "That's actually quite comforting to know, Major." He heard her snicker quietly as she went back to whatever inhumanly complex equations she was working on to fix the gate, and he gave himself a mental pat on the back-- he was always unexplainably proud when he made Carter laugh. "Well," Daniel unrolled his sleeping bag and climbed inside, pillowing his head on his arms, "you have fun plotting your revenge, Jack. I'm going to get some sleep. 'Night Sam." "G'night," she answered absently, not even pausing from her writing. How she kept up with both the conversation and her calculations at the same time was beyond Jack. But that was Carter for you. He picked himself up and walked the few paces to plonk himself down next to her, so he could read over her shoulder. His brow furrowed almost immediately. "That's supposed to be english, right?" "Yes, Sir." She still didn't pause from her note taking, but he saw the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile. Wow, he was on a roll tonight. Nevertheless, it was Christmas Eve--in fact, a quick glance at his watch told him that in less than two minutes it would officially be Christmas--and she had yet to quit working for more than 5 minutes at a stretch. If he could just get her to take a break, he'd be *really* impressed with himself. Not that she'd be very receptive to the idea, of course. Still, Jack always did like a challenge. He put on his best, most stern Colonel's voice. "Probably time for a break, Carter." She shook her head distractedly. "I'm fine Sir, I'll--" "Carter." Sam fought the exasperated sigh that threatened to escape and tried not to roll her eyes. His tone held that stubborn note that told her she wasn't going to win the argument. But, she thought, it couldn't hurt to try. Respectfully, of course. "Really, Sir, I don't need--" Determined now, and uncharacteristically cheerful considering their situation, he reached out and plucked the pen easily from her hand, holding it up out of her reach as she made a grab for it. "Hey!" She lunged for it again, and then, suddenly catching sight of the grin on his face and recognizing the playful-- and decidedly unprofessional-- territory they were heading into, she stopped abruptly and sat back down. Oops. Hiding and simultaneously ignoring his disappointment, he slipped the pen into his pocket and lay down on his back, enternaining himself by idly trying to make new constellations from the unfamiliar stars. So far he had a television set, a hockey stick, and a huge letter 'S'. "So," he spoke to fill the silence, "what were you planning to do tomorrow?" He glanced at his watch again and corrected himself: "today, actually. Merry Christmas, Carter." "Merry Christmas, Colonel" she echoed softly. "I wasn't planning to do anything, actually. Mark and the kids are celebrating with his wife's family this year." She didn't add that Jacob couldn't make it-- Jack already knew about the "very important mission" he was on, and she was still pretending not to be upset. He nodded, wondering if, like him, she had actually planned to spend Christmas working. He'd figured a pile of completed, long overdue paperwork would have made a good Christmas present for Hammond. Until the General had insisted on one more 'quick, routine mission' before their downtime and they'd ended up stuck in this place. Now, Jack had a good mind to make him wait until next Christmas for his paperwork. The silence seemed to drag on, and it was minutes before she asked, "What about you?" "What?" "What were you planning to do?" "Oh. Nothing, actually. I didn't have plans either." She just smiled ruefully, and he found himself studying her profile as he drifted off to sleep. It was 1am when he was jolted awake by something moving over his hip. Without thinking, he reached down to grab the hand snaking into his pocket, instinctively giving it a sharp tug to topple his assailant forward while he rolled over to pin him to the ground. Only, the him was a her. "Carter!" "Sorry Sir!" She squeaked, breathless from the sudden assault. "I couldn't sleep and you have my only pen," she explained. She looked imploringly up at him, probably wondering why he was still laying on her, but he made no effort to move. "So you thought you'd scare the crap out of me trying to get it?!" She shrugged, as much as she could with him on top of her, pinning her hands to the ground with his, and served him a look. The man was clearly still half-asleep, or he'd have been off of her in a heartbeat. She raised an eyebrow. "Something like that, Sir, yes. Are you gonna move?" "Oh," he seemed to snap out of a daze. "Right." But he still didn't move. And he was staring at her. And those sleep-hooded eyes were suddenly making her decidedly nervous. "Sir?" She had to fight the urge to add 'have you lost your mind?'. Actually, he was thinking the same thing himself, but... it was Christmas, and here they were, basically alone, her warm breath on his face, her hands held in his, and she just looked so damned good... when was he going to have another opportunity like this? He glanced at the sky above him and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Don't you think that constellation looks like mistletoe...?" She stared. "It would be completely inappropriate..." The corners of his mouth turned up in that maddening little irreverent smirk that made her insides squirm. "It's Christmas. There's mistletoe. That makes it only semi-inappropriate." Sam shook her head at his warped sense of logic. "Sir, I really don't think--" "That's your problem Carter, you think too much. It's the holidays for cryin' out loud. Back on Earth, there are, like, a million office parties going on right now with co-workers doing inappropriate things all over the place." "That's different. They're not military." "Are you kidding? At that Base Christmas thing last year Captain Johannsen was caught *twice* in Major Callahan's bathroom kissing Lieutenant Colonel Thomas, and Major Downing was so drunk he tried to make out with Captain Donolly." Surprised, Sam momentarily forgot her situation, wondering how her CO was so knowledgeable on the subject of base gossip. "Tried?" He nodded, grinning. "He passed out before anything happened." She blinked, suddenly sure she was dreaming. This was just too surreal. Her CO was sprawled comfortably on top of her, holding her hands while he discussed the inner workings of the SGC's multitude of complex "semi-inappropriate" relationships in an attempt to explain why making out with him right now would be okay. This was just too weird to be real. He could almost see her mind ticking over. And she hadn't punched him yet, which was encouraging; her inbuilt reluctance to beat up a superior officer was obviously working in his favour. "Carter, all I'm saying is, I think that there are some occasions where people can be forgiven for bending the rules a little. 'Stuck on a deserted planet light-years from Earth on Christmas Eve with no immediate way home' should be one of those." "Sir..." her voice held a warning note; she was clearly about to start throwing objections at him. "...it's not Christmas Eve anymore." He blinked. Then stared. Then gaped. Then grinned. "*That's* your big objection?!" Now she was looking a little panicked. "Well, no. I had others. I *have* others..." She gave up, her complete lack of conviction in trying to diffuse the situation speaking volumes. She was giving in way too easily, and she knew it, but... well, it was Christmas, they were alone, stuck, and truth be told, in real danger of starving to death if she couldn't get the gate fixed. Plus, Jack O'Neill was on top of her, his face mere inches from hers, pinning her hands loosely to the ground, and... she was only human. The fate of the universe was not going to unravel over one kiss. Still, she stopped him millimetres before his mouth reached hers. "Just this once, right?" She thought she'd better clarify things, just to be sure they were on the same page. "Sure," he breathed, his lips just short of brushing hers when he spoke. "...although New Years is--" She stopped him with a look, and felt his accepting grin rather than saw it. And then his mouth swept over hers, so lightly their lips barely touched, teasing her. She sighed softly, moving to repeat the gesture, firmer this time, enough to learn his texture but not his taste. His hands tightened momentarily around hers and then he let go, taking his weight on one arm while the other slid into her hair to pull her mouth forcefully against his, groaning as her lips parted almost immediately to allow entry to his questing tongue. She whimpered, the moist heat of his tongue sending a shudder through her as it played over her own, gliding over lips and teeth, learning his way around her mouth. He tasted like nothing she'd ever imagined. Her hands, free now, snaked into his hair and trailed down his back, her fingernails scraping lightly over his spine. His hands clenched in her hair and she moaned her encouragement as the kiss turned fiery, mouths meshing fiercely as they clung to each other, frantically trying to work through years of tension in one long, feverishly intense kiss. His lips and tongue plundered her own, the pressure bruising, needy; as though he was trying to claim her, to mark her, to stamp her in a possessive way as his-- to brand them both as belonging to each other. Time stood still and all rational thought fled as they moved their lips over and against each other's; he was, literally, kissing her senseless. Several long minutes passed before he pulled away without warning, groaning harshly as he rolled onto his side next to her, his breathing as laboured as hers. He didn't explain his abrupt recoil; both knew the reasons it had to end here. They'd reached that point of no return, the intangible instant where if they didn't stop now they never would. They lay gasping for breath as the silence drew out, both waiting for the almost unbearable temptation to continue the mutual seduction to pass. "Sir?" She finally broke the silence. He wondered if she felt as weird calling him that now as he did hearing it. "Yeah Carter?" He didn't trust himself to look at her yet, so he missed her smile. "How long 'til New Year?" ********** End. Happy Holidays everyone!! Feedback makes the best gift... ;) |