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Title: Paraphernalia
Author: Venom_69
Category: Humor,
I hope.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: PG, depending on how dirty your mind is. *g*
Summary: It never felt better.
Spoilers:
When Daniel comes back and Jonas leaves, I haven’t seen them so no real spoilers.
Season/sequel: Any.
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. Title of this fic is blatantly plagiarized from a movie, no
infringement is or was intended.
Author’s notes: I had this done to me one, and loved it. Figured Sam could use
it too.
Feedback: Hell yeah! Don’t make me beg, hit reply and stroke my ego please.
Dedication: As always, for
LEW.
Date: 27-7-2002
Copyright © to Venom, 2003
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Sam lazily stretched a little, arching her back and
sighed. Why she hadn’t done this a hell of a lot sooner was a complete mystery.
Her thoughts were drifting form
one topic to another, all good things. She thought about Jonas, happy in his new position on his home world, Daniel and how
well he’d settled back into the SGC, and their lives. She though about Teal’c and he was…..well, still pretty
much Teal’c. And Jack….her new…..what? partner? Lover? Boyfriend?. He’d had bad knees since an accident
off world an medical retirement had been the obvious thing for him, but oh boy, he was still good.
“Mmm…..this
feels so amazing.” He companion sighed, thoughts that matched Sam’s own.
Screw the Asguard, the Goa’uld,
Kehb, and anywhere else that was now only nice in comparison, *this* was heaven.
“Why didn’t you talk me
into this years ago?” Sam asked, twisting a little and the angle of her body meant that the pressure changed slightly.
Not necessarily a bad thing, as far as she was concerned.
There was a chuckle form beside her. “Because you would’ve
said no?”
Sam couldn’t disagree with that one. She *would* have said no, claiming to be too busy with work
or something, but she would have missed out…..This. Could. Not. Possibly. Feel. Any. Better. “I would’ve
have been an idiot.”
The pressure was changed again, and Sam found herself resisting the urge to moan. God, it
felt good.
Her body was still a little hot from the previous treatment it had received, but she wasn’t particularly
bothered by it….in fact, it only seemed to heighten her enjoyment of the current situation. Again, not necessarily a
bad thing.
“We’re gonna do this again, right?” Sam asked, closing her eyes and loosing herself in
the sensations flowing through her.
“Definitely…..don’t think you could live without it now you’ve
had a taste?” The tone was light, and Sam knew it was accompanied by a smile.
“No…..I need this at
least once a week.”
“It’s a date.”
Sam ran a hand though her hair. “Seriously
Cass, a paraffin wax pedicure with a massage afterwards? Nice idea.”
***
The End.
“We need to
get new agents, we’re getting screwed.” Daffy Duck, Space Jam.
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