Yawning, Jack crossed the last meters to the science tent and entered. He raised his eyebrows. Carter and McKay debated while she scribbled some notes on a whiteboard in the corner.
Why the hell didn’t anybody at camp sleep anymore? It was past ten at night, for crying out loud.
“Hey.”
Both scientists turned. Carter’s face lit up. “Sir. I just told McKay about your idea.”
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Sam’s eyes fell closed. The distant murmurs and sounds of pleasure disappeared behind a fog of need as Jack’s lips seared a path down her throat. She threaded her fingers through his hair, then fisted it as he gave her a soft nip.
“How fixed is your ‘no-public-sex’ rule?”
She opened her eyes and stared into his chestnut brown ones. So dark, so deep. “Sir?”
He smirked. “Last Friday you seemed to get a kick out of going without panties.” He drew her closer.
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So, I did it. I promised to read Fifty Shades of Grey, and so I am. I usually like BDSM romances....
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Sam glanced up from the sandy ground as they walked towards the Stargate. Of all the people to go with them, they had to choose the Jaffa. His tall, strong body with his broad shoulders intimidated her a little, though he had a certain calmness to him.
The glaring sun made his dark skin look golden-brown. For a moment, she wondered how he walked around with his metal armor in this blazing heat without looking the least bit affected.
“So you got one of snakes in you?” Jack waved at Teal’c’s stomach. Once more, Sam admired how he hid his concerns behind a facade of calm.
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Stargate SG-1 Sam/Jack Fanfiction.
Rating: Mature.
The day of the funeral is cloudy with soft drops of rain drizzling down on them as they are standing near a grave at the Washington Memorial Cemetery. She doesn’t cry. He hasn’t expected her to.
A website-exclusive one-shot set after Stargate SG-1 Season 8’s episode “Threads”.
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