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Converse - SG
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Title: Converse
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Stargate EssGeeWun
Rating: Mature Peoples
Pairing: Sam/Jack.
Summary: She did not sleep with her commanding officer.
Disclaimer: Not mine, usual guff. Song is by James Blunt.
Authors Notes: Written for erica_w, as requested.
Date: 23/10/06
Copyright to Venom, 2006

***

Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me

***

When they get back to Earth and she has a chance to think about it, Sam is adamant that nothing inappropriate happened.

Nothing.

Because she did not sleep with her commanding office. She did not enjoy anything unsuitable with her boss. She did not orgasm with her sleeping teammates in a tent no more than five feet from her.

Nope.

She didn't do any of that.

She drops down onto the bench of the locker room with a sigh.

She is so screwed.

***

Hands on her skin.

Fingers inside of her.

Tongue to her breast.

Oh, God...

***

Daniel hadn't said anything the next morning as she took watch on zero sleep and he kept her company on too much caffeine.

It hadn't even been light yet, as they'd sat near the dwindling fire. But as the sun had begun to peak over the mountain, she had caught him looking at her with an odd expression on his face.

"What?" She'd demanded, snatching a cup of the cooling coffee for herself before the team addict consumed it all.

"You look tired."

She'd managed to resist the urge to roll her eyes, but only just. "I think you'll find that I look like someone on guard."

"And you're grumpy," He'd continued, apparently oblivious to the fact that she'd opened her mouth at all. "You're never grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy."

"And snippy." He'd raised an eyebrow at her. "You're never snippy."

"You never pick at my moods, either."

"Sure I do." He'd nodded and shrugged, "You just never hear it."

She'd glared at him.

A really really intense glare and she'd almost been able to see the blood drain from his face as he realized that he was up the proverbial creek, minus a paddle.

"What I meant, ah, is that... you're never grumpy."

"Well, I am today." She'd growled - which really didn't help her defense in the long run - before rising, dumping her half-empty cup on the ground and taking off to check the perimeter.

Again.

Damn geek.

***

Mouth on hers.

Tongue tracing.

He is inside of her.

Oh, she is going to die.

***

She doesn't hear Teal'c enter the locker room and she doesn't hear him standing behind her until he touches her shoulder and says her name softly.

"Major Carter, are you unwell?"

She smiles at his gentle voice. He's always so softly-spoken towards her and she is reminded of a large teddy bear. One that could snap her neck within about two seconds, but a teddy bear nonetheless. "I'm fine, Teal'c."

"Daniel Jackson was concerned."

Was he now? "I'm fine."

"And yet you appear troubled."

"Just thinking." She shrugs.

"Shall I present you with a penny?"

She loves it when he makes a joke. She doesn't always get them at first, but they're always funnier when he tells them. She smiles. "That wont be necessary."

He is silent for a moment and she envisions his head tilting to the side as he thinks. "O'Neill also appears to be troubled."

It's a casual comment, said as he moves around behind her, hanging his jacket in the locker and retrieving his shower gear, no doubt. "I hadn't noticed."

"Nor has Daniel Jackson." Thank God for small mercies. "Perhaps you should converse with him?"

"Why would I do that?"

"O'Neill is far more likely to listen to you as opposed to Daniel Jackson or myself."

"Why do you say that?" Was there a neon sign above her head? 'Here is Samantha Carter. She fucked her boss. On a mission. Everyone knows about it.'

"Perhaps you should converse with him." Teal'c repeats, before heading toward the shower stalls.

She sits on the bench until she hears the spray of water and leaves the locker room, wandering aimlessly towards the general direction of her lab.

***

He comes inside of her.

She is dying.

"I love you."

Does he mean that?

"I love you, too."

She means it.

***

"Carter."

She hadn't really intended to seek him out.

Not really.

Her well-intentioned trek back to her lab had landed her at the door to his office. She'd been knocking before she could talk herself out of it. He was never in his office anyway, he did everything humanly possibly to avoid being there. There was the paperwork, he didn't want anything to do with that.

Ever.

But he'd answered the door.

"Sir."

"Carter."

Well, this isn't the least bit awkward. "Teal'c is worried about you." Good opener, Carter. She mentally slaps herself.

"I'm fine."

She doesn't say anything to that. She raises her eyebrow and he sighs, moving back from the entryway and gesturing for her to enter. He knows as well as she does that this will hang over them until they have The Conversation.

The sound of the door shutting rings in her ears and she sits on the couch in his office, nervously twisting the watch on her wrist.

"It was a mistake, Carter."

"Yes Sir." She knew that.

"One that can't happen again."

She knew that too. "Yes Sir."

"We're OK with that?"

Haven't they had this conversation before? "Yes Sir. None of this has to leave that room."

He nods.

He agrees.

It's the right thing to say.

So why, she wonders, does she feel like her stomach is in her throat?

They manage to sit in silence for a full three minutes before she can no longer fight the urge to run and he can no longer fight the urge to start tapping his pen against his thigh.

Thigh... naked... against me... Oh, God...

She leaves his office quickly.

He doesn't try to stop her.

***

End

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