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paradisalogs2012-08-01 10:54 pm
macgyverd_it) wrote in paradisalogs2012-08-01 10:54 pm
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Things are never quite what they should be
Who: Sam Carter and Jack O'Neill
What: Discussions and post family event awkwardness.
When: a few days after the family event ended.
Where: The workshop Huey left behind.
Rating: PG-13
Sam had been actively keeping herself busy for the days preceding the extremely bizarre events of that family thing. She'd been keeping even more busy in the wake of it. She had a first hand grasp of the perfect life O'Neill had talked about.
She'd spent the last three days straight in the lab. Working on the schematics of the gate project, as well as a few other systems she felt would help them for the remainder of their time here at Paradisa. She wanted to measure what she could of this place.
Three days no sleep, nothing much but coffee and the occasional bit of food the robot Huey left her would force her to take. Well some habits never change.
What: Discussions and post family event awkwardness.
When: a few days after the family event ended.
Where: The workshop Huey left behind.
Rating: PG-13
Sam had been actively keeping herself busy for the days preceding the extremely bizarre events of that family thing. She'd been keeping even more busy in the wake of it. She had a first hand grasp of the perfect life O'Neill had talked about.
She'd spent the last three days straight in the lab. Working on the schematics of the gate project, as well as a few other systems she felt would help them for the remainder of their time here at Paradisa. She wanted to measure what she could of this place.
Three days no sleep, nothing much but coffee and the occasional bit of food the robot Huey left her would force her to take. Well some habits never change.
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Sam just stared at him, was he really that dense? Sure he might not have been in the same intellectual crowd as Daniel and herself, but he was far from an idiot. He tended to down play his intelligence to let him act more freely, but she knew how smart he was.
"Permission to speak freely, Sir?" She waited for his nod, exasperated as it was for her even asking, before she continued. "I've been in love with you for years. I had some sort of crush just by reading your mission briefings before I even met you. I thought I'd blown everything when we were introduced at the initial SGC meeting. But you gave me a chance to prove myself, and I've been trying to do that every day since."
Sam licked her lips and pulled on that reserve of strength to carry her forward on this. "I've worked side by side with you for years, and in that time never once have I wanted it any other way." Now she stepped closer, chin held high and meeting his eyes levelly. "What do I want, Sir? A chance, that's all. One fair shot to see if all these years have been because there is something real between us or if you've been that unattainable man the hallucination of you said you were."
Her cards were on the table, next move was his.
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He watched her eyes for a long moment, those beautiful, brilliant eyes. If they were truly the window to the soul, as people said, then what a soul he was gazing at. She was, and always had been, the woman.
He reached out, a hand gently touching her cheek, as if expecting her to disappear. To prove to be a hallucination, once again. To be somehow not real. But she was. He felt the warmth of her skin under his hand, the smoothness of it.
"There's only one way to find out," he said, then brought his lips against her.
The potential upside, really, was that given everything that had passed, he already knew what she wanted in a kiss.
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His touch made her ache, it was the silly sort of thing that was written about in torrid dime store books. Her stomach felt like a thousand butterflies were circling inside her and her heart was beating against he rib cage like a trapped bird.
And then it happened, no life or death situations, no mind wipes or alternate realities. It was her and him and and this moment. Sam melted from the stiff resistance and returned the kiss. It was so easy to fall into it, everything about it was right, perfect.
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When it came to an end, he rested his forehead against hers, drawing in badly-needed oxygen.
"We need to get out of here. And I'm going to make you so damn happy, you have no idea."
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She pulled back and eased so there was some distance between them.
"Sir," And coming off of the most passionate kiss of her life that felt awkward. "I need... before we can do anything... I just need to know this is you and me. Not you and some other me. I need to take this slow."
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"You're right," he said, berating himself for even saying it. "Sorry, Car- oh for crying out loud - Sam. Gotta get past that part, at least."
She had a damn good point. One he should have thought of before the kiss, really.
"I can do slow," he said, with a fraction of his usual levity. "You've seen me drive, I'm as slow as Mr.Magoo on downers."
This said by a man who had flown an X-302 inside Goa'uld shields with her to blast away Anubis' superweapon.
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"Slow would be good. Please understand I want this, I've wanted this for years. But in order for us both to know that we're in this for the right reasons we need to start from the beginning."
Sam half smiled and reached out to gingerly take his hand in her own. "Let me just say again, I really, sincerely want this. I just want it right."
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He held up two fingers as he said it, crossed.
"And trust me," he added, "You're worth patience. Beginnings are great, too."
His usual humor was flowing back into his response, and he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
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"So, maybe...I guess a date or something? I don't really know... dating isn't exactly my forte."
She shrugged and ran a hand back through her hair. Funny how she could unravel the intricate workings of alien technology but arranging a date was stumping her.
"Oh, and I know we are taking things slow but," She gestured between them and sort of grinned. "That kiss? Could we try that one more time?"
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"Yes, a date. I think that's a decent idea. I'd find a sock hop if they had one. Or if you had bobby socks."
It was funny. It was also one of the more attractive features about her. A beautiful sort of awkwardness. Then she spoke again, and he tilted his head from side to side as if in thought.
"Well," he said, putting on a thoughtful expression, "I think I could manage one more."
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"As long as we're taking things slow, it's sort of like practice."
She closed the distance between them, her hands laying flat against his chest as she took a minute to just look into his eyes. Both of them there, freely doing this because it was what they truly wanted. Too soon to put words or labels on things even if they were true, it had to come in time.
"Kiss me Jack."
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It wasn't like before. It was better. There was no surprise on either side, but there was the desire to make the most of it. It became not so much a single kiss, but a series of them, an exploration of her lips.
And an entirely fantastic one.
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The kiss faded off into smaller kisses, each just as sweet but this time they were in it together. Just like they always had, together.
She eased back and took a long moment to smile. "I guess the sunhat really worked for you, huh?"
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"Yeah, it really did. But it was the whole part where you looked up with that smile. The hat just sort of added an exclamation mark to the whole sexy package."
He winced, briefly.
"Right, sorry, not the word for taking it slow, there."