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Sea Legs
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Title: Sea legs
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Stargate EssGeeWun
Rating: Mature People
Summary: So he did the adult thing; he dared her to try something new every day.
Spoilers: Potential spoilers for who is in charge in Atlantis. But I haven’t seen any episodes past season... 3(ish), so I’m not sure how spoiler-ish they could be.
Notes: Written for the wonderful [info]majorsamfan *smooch* I hope you like it, hon.
Date: 12/08/08

***

She'd been back on Earth for all of four weeks before she was bored shitless.

Jack was actually quite impressed, really.

He'd been willing to bet that it would take her less than half of that time before she was itching to get her hands dirty. Of course, he hadn't accounted for the fact that she'd want to spend a large portion of time having sex with him. Three weeks had passed by in a blur or orgasms and naps.

Not that he was complaining.

But, really, when one considered the sex and whatnot, she really had only been idle for a week before she'd been climbing his walls. So he was technically right. And technically worked for Jack O'Neill - he'd take what he could get.

Sadly, for both of them, he'd only had three weeks leave to spend in bed with her. He hadn't outright asked for time off in order to have some kind of sexual marathon, but it was no secret that Carter's return date had coincided with his leave request and his boss wasn't stupid.

So he'd spent three weeks in bed with her, enjoying every second, and then been forced back into the real world. Carter still hadn't had anything much to do with her time, so she'd decided to take it easy and relax for a while.

Relax.

Her?

Snort.

He thought he deserved points for not laughing in her face when she'd told him of her plans.

Though, as it happened - and he wasn't shocked - laughing at her would have only helped him dig his own grave. She got more and more grouchy as each day went by. Jack tried to entertain her, but he worked long hours and, by the time he got home, beer and the Simpsons was about all he could muster up the energy for. Aside from sex. Long working hours hadn't turned him into a eunich.

Even with all of those orgasms, she'd still been getting progressively more irritated with anything and everything. He'd long suspected that getting laid regularly would help her calm down a little, but apparently not.

The final straw had been the day he'd come home from work and found that his toaster could now do more than his computer. And he needed a new kettle.

He told her, in a manly and authoritarian way, that this would not do and she needed something to occupy that big brain of hers. He offered up several good suggestions - including re-watching every episode of the Simpsons five times to catch up - and she'd shot down every single one.

So he did the adult thing; he dared her to try something new every day.

Of course, daring her made her heckles rise and she'd agreed before he'd told her what she would be doing. But, by that point, it was far too late for her to back out with any measure of grace and he'd spent two hours thinking - which was a long time in his world - about what he could get her to do.

Well, he'd spent the first hour just trying to get his mind out of the gutter, if he was honest.

***

Monday he dared her to cook a meal from scratch without the aid of anything other than a recipe book.

Jack had spent most of the day at work fearing for his kitchens' safety and vowed that the next dare wouldn't involve anything that could potentially burn down his house. Or his genitals, depending on how moody she would be when he got home.

However, much to his surprise, Carter really did cook him a meal from scratch. She didn't burn anything, didn't break anything and the food was edible. More than edible - it was good.

Of course, ever the skeptic - and having heard her 'war' stories before - he'd questioned her incessantly until she finally had to admit exactly how much she'd spent on groceries going back for the ingredients every time it didn't turn out right. Apparently, several 'drafts' had been abandoned at various stages before the meal was edible.

His compost worms were going to love having her around.

***

Tuesday he dared her to learn a sport she'd never played before.

Part of the downfall of Carter's termination as head of the SGA was that, now, the only exercise she was getting was coming from his groin. Jack didn't mind it all that much, but Carter liked to get all hot and sweaty in a gym to help de-stress and he needed her as de-stressed as humanly - Cartermanly - possible.

So he went to work and came home to find out what she'd spend her day doing.

Carter showed him pictures of her at the local Rock Climbing centre, all harnessed up. She had snaps of her climbing and snaps of her once she'd reached the top.

"That's cheating!" He'd protested, "We used to do that all the time off world!"

"I never learnt to do it formally." She'd returned, putting the pictures away. "Every time we have done it, it's been in fear of our lives."

"So?"

"So, doing it for recreation is entirely different." And she'd nodded, as if the conversation had been finished. "Do you want to have sex now?"

Jack had stopped arguing at that point.

***

For Wednesday he dared her to do something involving crafts.

Carter had the biggest brain of anyone he knew - hell, she had a bigger brain than five 'regular' people put together - but anything involving craft scared the shit out of her. It was quite amusing to watch, and stupidly endearing all at the same time.

So he toddled off to work again, mildly fearful that she would get too adventurous with a hot glue gun, and spent the entire day wanting to call her and make sure she hadn't put glitter all through his underwear drawer in retribution.

Instead, he returned home to find that she'd spent the day painting some kind of seascape. She'd worked for hours on getting the contours and colors of the ocean just right, before she'd added a sunset of oranges, yellows and reds to the top. She'd even drawn a jumping dolphin to boot.

And, damnit, she was bloody good at it, too.

Unsurprisingly.

Jack hung her seascape in his bathroom.

***

Thursday he dared her to spend the day at the spa.

It wasn't really a dare and, for any other woman, it would have been the easiest thing in the world to do. But, aside from the fact that she never treated herself to things like that, she had some weird thing against people touching her feet. Even him.

Carter had the most ticklish feet that he'd ever known.

So he was very specific to include a pedicure in her dare. He knew she'd hate that someone was touching her feet, but he was pretty damn sure that she would still love the pampering, at the end of the day.

When he'd returned home to find her in a mild state of bliss, she'd accused him of going soft on her for the suggestion, but then she'd kissed his cheek and offered to rub his temples while he watched the game on TV, so he figured she was secretly pleased. And he'd had a chance to spend the evening with his head in her lap, both in the good way and the really good way.

***

Friday he'd dared her to spend her day at the mall.

After the pedicure, he hadn't wanted to push her into anything strenuous. Which had little to do with her relaxed state of being. It was more about the fact that he really liked the red nail polish they’d used on her hands and feet and he didn't want her to ruin them by gardening or something, as opposed to anything else. Shopping seemed relatively safe.

Carter, of course, hated shopping.

She was one of those rare women who knew what it was to live by the theory of 'get in, get what you have to get and get the hell out of there as soon as possible.' It would work quite well for him when Christmas came around - she'd already said that "help" would just slow the whole thing down - but it just didn't seem quite normal, to him.

Women were supposed to love shopping and, now, he could say with absolute certainty that she was all woman - he had pictures to prove it - and her lack of shopping glee was just damn creepy.

So she called Cassie to play hooky and they hung out at the mall.

Of course, Jack hadn't anticipated that, when handing over his credit card that morning, Carter would develop a love for all things retail in less than eight hours. Hell, he was half expecting her to crap out of the dare within the first hour alone. But, yet again, she defied the odds stacked against her and returned home - later than him! - with a trunk full of bags.

He made her promise not to let him open his Visa statement.

***

Saturday he dared her to do absolutely nothing.

He was home, so he told her that he would get her drinks, food, pillows, whatever, but she wasn't to do a thing. She could watch TV or read a book as long as they were both strictly for leisure.

She'd asked what happened if she wanted to watch a Sci-fi movie, but he assured her that they were so far from the truth anyway that didn't matter.

Jack spent the morning waiting on her hand and foot, getting her whatever she'd needed as she'd lay on the couch reading.

She'd made it almost half-way through the latest Harry Potter book before she'd been itching to do something.

In the space of two hours, he caught her trying to scrub the shower when she was meant to be washing her hair. He found her weeding the garden on her way back from a 'stroll'. And she was doing something that looked suspiciously like tempering with the lawn mower when she was supposedly sun baking.

It had taken Jack almost an hour to get her to confess that she'd been trying to re-wire it so it was silent.

He thought about letting her do it when their week was over.

***

Sunday he dared her to spend the entire day in a boat. They didn't have to fish, he said, but if they were going to spend the rest of their lives together - a mostly unspoken promise - then she was going to have to get her sea legs sooner or later.

She'd argued that they'd had enough missions involving water that, if she didn't have her sea legs yet, she was never going to.

He'd told her to be quiet and keep packing.

She'd laughed at him. And kept packing anyway.

They rose ridiculously early and headed to the nearest body of water that would support a boat.

Jack had already pre-booked a small boat for them to share. They arrived and set sail quickly, before dropping anchor in a calm spot to enjoy the day. They’d packed beer and food to keep them entertained and, if that failed, the novelty of having sex with each other hadn’t warn off, so they wouldn’t be short of things to do.

"You didn't have to dare me to get me out here, you know?"

"I know," Jack took a pull of the beer she handed him and smiled.

"Run out of ideas?"

He flushed. "On Wednesday."

Carter laughed at him, but that was Ok. Since they were sleeping together, he'd forgive her for it.

"You did well to come up with another five days of dares, though."

"Well, I had ulterior motives with the spa day, I must admit."

"You wanted me all relaxed and malleable, huh?"

"That had been my thinking," He admitted.

Of course, he hadn't banked on the fact that the kind of relaxation that went on at a spa usually just made women sleepy. She'd fallen asleep while rubbing his temples. But she'd more than made up for it by waking him at 2am for a unique good morning. He was still amused, but not nearly stupid enough to tell her that.

“Have I mentioned how much I like the ways things are right now?” She asked, putting both of their beers on the lid of the cooler before moving to curl up against his side. The boat rocked them gently and Jack though this was probably as close to perfection as he was ever going to get.

“Even though you’re bored?”

“I’m not… well, my mind is bored.”

“I know.” He nodded. “Time to get a new gig?”

She frowned, thinking, before she nodded slowly. “I think so.”

“No more crazy hours though, right?”

She tipped her head up to smile at him. “Not now that I have someone to come home to.”

It worked for him. “Good.”

“So,” She started, after a few moments of comfortable silence, “what does one do on a boat, exactly?”

“Have sex.” He replied casually.

“You’re making that up.”

Jack held up two fingers. “Fisherman’s honor.”

She eyed him, amusement in her eyes. She went quiet for a moment – which was usually a bad sign – and frowned. “Can it be done?”

“Carter… Were you just analyzing the movement of the boat in contrast to whatever movements we’d be doing?”

Carter bit her lip and blushed a little. “Maybe.”

“Ok. No more thinking for the next thirty minutes.” Jack reached for the button on her blouse, “I dare ya.”

***

End

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