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Fandom: EssGeeWun
Title: Surprise
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Category: Humor, smuttish.
Pairing:
Teh Sam and Teh Jack.
Rating: NC-17ish
Summary: That would be telling, wouldn’t it?
Archive: Anywhere!
Disclaimer:
Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them.
Author’s notes: Not quite smut,
not quite… not. *frown* Hmmm.
Date: 12/06/2005
Copyright © to Venom, 2005
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He had been sure that
he didn’t know everything about her.
That, when they started this… whatever it was, she would surprise
him. And she had.
Despite 9 years of friendship before he ever saw her naked – damnit – she could still
surprise him.
Like, she loved tequila shots after a few beers. She secretly craved anchovies the week before ‘that’
time of the month. She was hotter than hell the week after. She had a pink toothbrush and no other toothbrush ever felt quite
right to her. She liked satin on the edges of her blanket and she did this cute little thing with her fingers, curling them
into the satin where she’d rub them and snuggle into him and sigh happily. She loved the movie ‘Beaches’
even though she cried every time. She was a neat freak – he had suspected that one – but she only ever cleaned
with loud music on. And she sang along. Badly.
But, this?
Nothing – not even the Goa’uld –
had prepared him for something like this.
Jack held up the little red… thing uneasily. With it dangling from
his pointer finger, he turned to face her as she continued to innocently fold the laundry.
‘Innocent.’
Snort.
“What is this?”
“You don’t know what that is?”
“Well,
I do. But what do you have it?”
“Why do you think?”
“I think that’s you’re
going to wear this one day.”
“Good guess.”
He was pretty sure that if she ever walked by him
in that… *thing* then he’d have her on the ground with her legs spread in about 2.4 seconds. Maybe less.
She
could wear it under her clothes – or uniform. Guuuuuh - and he was still reasonably certain that he would just *know.*
He could sense this kind of thing. It was like his ‘spider sense.’
He was so cool.
Heh.
“Jack?”
Still
a little distracted by the… *thing* on his finger, he ‘hmmm’d’ in response.
“Why does
that bother you so much?”
Well, he didn’t really have to have a reason, did he? It was disturbing enough
on it’s own. It didn’t need his help! “Because it’s red?” And it wasn’t so much that it
‘bothered’ him as it ‘shocked the shit’ out of him.
“It’s crimson, actually. But
that still doesn’t answer my question.”
“Carter… this is… I mean, how could you…
? Why… ? I… You…” He was well aware that he wasn’t making a whole hell of a lot of sense. But
his brain had just held up a white flag in surrender and melted out of his head, making its escape through his ear.
This
wasn’t Carter! Not at all. She wore white cotton panties – which, to him, had never been quite so hot before –
and sensible things! She didn’t go traipsing around the galaxy in things like… this.
If he’d known
that she had *this* on around him before he would have had her naked and squirming a loooooong time ago.
Oh yeah. He
could see her, on the briefing room table – hell, it was his fantasy, why not? – Lying back over top secret, totally
classified, folders; legs spread, wet, ready, begging and… *this.*
*Oh* *yeah*
“Jack? Are you OK?”
She laid a hand on his arm. “You’re not going to hyperventilate on me, are you?”
Or, better yet,
against the Stargate. Thighs wrapped around his waist, wearing the *thing* with her head thrown back, teeth between her bottom
lip, while he thrust into her again and again and again and….
“Jack!”
Breathe. “Carter?”
“It’s
just a garter belt Jack.”
“I know.” C’mon lungs! You can do it!
“Want me to put
it on for you?”
Nod.
*Hell* *yes.*
He liked that even after 9 years of friendship and six months
of… ‘this’, she could still surprise him.
***
Ta-Da!
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