CoEd Fishing?
Aug. 8th, 2005 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
andverygingerOkay... I found this on my hard drive. Not sure if it's been posted or not -- hell, I think it's mine --it just struck me as amusing, especially given last season.
Daypack slung over his right shoulder, his thumb hooked over the strap, and left hand thrust deeply into the pocket of his khaki trousers, Jack O'Neill whistled quietly as he took a wide step out of the elevator and onto the concrete floor. Passing a gaggle of airmen, he nodded as they greeted him, and continued whistling.
Rounding the corner, he continued to follow the blue line lacquered onto the floor until he reached the open door to the lab. With a waggle of his brow, he veered off the path, his whistle imitating the sound of an incoming bomb. He crossed the lab. Flopping into a chair opposite Major Carter, he the imitated the sound of an explosion.
Sam Carter's eyes flitted up from the computer screen she was intently studying. "Sir," she said. A smile flickered across her lips, then disappeared.
"Carter," O'Neill said with a nod of his head. His lips curved into a boyish grin and he propped his chin in his palm. He remained there, staring intently at her until she looked up again. His grin widened. "You know you're gonna miss me."
Carter arched her brows. She fought to keep a grin from her lips, but was unable to keep the impish gleam from her eyes. "Sir?"
"While I'm gone fishing. You know you're gonna miss me. You won't have anyone to distract you."
"And that would make me miss you, sir?"
"You're gonna have to work tirelessly until you get your work done, without taking a break, which means you're not gonna take a vacation, so when we go back to work, you're still gonna be exhausted, while the rest of us are well-rested and refreshed. Ahhhh."
Sam eyed him, then carefully set aside her pen. "All that in one breath?" She folded her arms across her chest, then leant forward against the table.
The boyish grin Jack usually flashed to melt her transformed into a wicked smile. "I've got a great cardiovascular program." He leant forward as well.
"Segregated?" Sam arched her brows. Her eyes danced with mischief.
Jack shook his head. "Coed."
"Sounds distracting."
"That's the general idea."
"And do you...work out... on your fishing trips?"
"Only if I have the right partner." He leant further forward. "Gotta have the right motivation, ya know."
"Oh, motivation is important in any exercise program."
Jack felt rather than saw the grin that slipped across Sam's lips. Gently, he deepened the kiss, drawing in a deep breath as he reveled in the warmth of her lips against his. After a long, silent moment, he drew back. "Sure you don't want to join me?"
Sam's eyes brushed across his features, the corners of her lips slightly upturned. Her grin widened. "Meet you at your car in an hour."
Daypack slung over his right shoulder, his thumb hooked over the strap, and left hand thrust deeply into the pocket of his khaki trousers, Jack O'Neill whistled quietly as he took a wide step out of the elevator and onto the concrete floor. Passing a gaggle of airmen, he nodded as they greeted him, and continued whistling.
Rounding the corner, he continued to follow the blue line lacquered onto the floor until he reached the open door to the lab. With a waggle of his brow, he veered off the path, his whistle imitating the sound of an incoming bomb. He crossed the lab. Flopping into a chair opposite Major Carter, he the imitated the sound of an explosion.
Sam Carter's eyes flitted up from the computer screen she was intently studying. "Sir," she said. A smile flickered across her lips, then disappeared.
"Carter," O'Neill said with a nod of his head. His lips curved into a boyish grin and he propped his chin in his palm. He remained there, staring intently at her until she looked up again. His grin widened. "You know you're gonna miss me."
Carter arched her brows. She fought to keep a grin from her lips, but was unable to keep the impish gleam from her eyes. "Sir?"
"While I'm gone fishing. You know you're gonna miss me. You won't have anyone to distract you."
"And that would make me miss you, sir?"
"You're gonna have to work tirelessly until you get your work done, without taking a break, which means you're not gonna take a vacation, so when we go back to work, you're still gonna be exhausted, while the rest of us are well-rested and refreshed. Ahhhh."
Sam eyed him, then carefully set aside her pen. "All that in one breath?" She folded her arms across her chest, then leant forward against the table.
The boyish grin Jack usually flashed to melt her transformed into a wicked smile. "I've got a great cardiovascular program." He leant forward as well.
"Segregated?" Sam arched her brows. Her eyes danced with mischief.
Jack shook his head. "Coed."
"Sounds distracting."
"That's the general idea."
"And do you...work out... on your fishing trips?"
"Only if I have the right partner." He leant further forward. "Gotta have the right motivation, ya know."
"Oh, motivation is important in any exercise program."
Jack felt rather than saw the grin that slipped across Sam's lips. Gently, he deepened the kiss, drawing in a deep breath as he reveled in the warmth of her lips against his. After a long, silent moment, he drew back. "Sure you don't want to join me?"
Sam's eyes brushed across his features, the corners of her lips slightly upturned. Her grin widened. "Meet you at your car in an hour."
