|
Title: Pipe Dream
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: Medium.
Archive: SJ, Heliopolis, my site.
Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise
to put them back in the state I found them.
Author’s notes: For My Jo.
Date: 27/03/05
Copyright © to Venom,
2005
***
It was official: It sucked to be her.
Really. Sucked.
“Carter?”
“Yes
sir?”
It was a cosmic joke against her, Sam decided. She was a mockery of the universe. The Evil Universe. Somewhere,
someone out there was sitting back with a bowl of popcorn, a beer and just laughing his ass off. All at her expense.
Probably
Daniel.
Prick.
“Oh Sam, can you drop this off to Jack please? I’m absolutely swamped with that new
artifact.” Snort. Right, suuuuure you’re swamped.
He knew what she would be walking in to. He had known
exactly what would happen. Exactly what she would see. More than likely rigged up the whole shebang himself. (With help from
a certain former First Prime.)
The General stood up and turned around to face her.
Daniel was a wonderful man
sometimes.
“I need you to hold this and lubricate my pipe.”
Whimper.
“Sir!”
Squeak.
“Carter? You ok?”
Donottalk. Donottalk. Do. Not. Talk.
Nod.
“You sure?”
Nod.
“You’re
acting really weird…”
Shrug.
Her eyes weren’t on his face. They were following a droplet of
water that was running down his neck, leaving a glistening path in its wake as it descended towards his chest. Oh, what she
wouldn’t give to just lean over and lick it…
Bloody Daniel.
“Carter, are you sure you’re
ok? You look kinda flustered…”
“Fine, sir.” Jesus, when had her voice got so hoarse? God, she
had to get out of there before she *did* lean over and try to lick his chest.
“So, can you lubricate the pipe
for me?”
Good God yes please! “Uhm, sure.” Gulp. Need a distraction, now! “So, what happened
here?”
“Leaky pipe. Managed to hit me before I could get outside to turn the water off, which is where
you came into it.”
Oh yeah she had totally come into it. He’d been standing out the front, having just
turned the water main off, his shirt saturated and in his hand, water all over him and she’d almost fallen out of the
car.
She’d managed to keep herself together long enough to get out of the car, completely blind to anything but
him, and fall ass over teakettle on a banana peal. In a skirt. He’d probably been able to see what she’d had for
breakfast.
Very ladylike.
“Carter? You seen the Nipple clamps?”
Heart attack. No breath.
Air! Oh god, air! “Sir???” If he’s into kinky stuff, he can use the nipple clamps. I’d do it for him.
God, can’t breath!
“I said, have you seen the little clamps?”
“Oh.” Damn. “Sure,
right over here.”
“Hey Carter?”
“Yes sir?”
“Anyone ever tell you
that you’re hot when you’re flustered?”
Guh…
***
Honey? How was it?
|
