Fic: Daydream

[moe81]

Title: Daydream

Fandom: Stargate SG1

Rating: I dunno. PG will do

Pairing: Jack/Sam

A/N: I wrote this, oh about…4 maybe 5 years ago. Early in the series…sometime. Just…yeah, whatever.

“An aerial survey shows that P2Y-970 has intelligent life. As you can see, the culture…” Daniel used the remote to change multiple slides, all showing the same type of things.

 

Jack’s eyes glazed over as the spiel continued on. His eyes vacantly wandered around the room and settled on General Hammond. He was listening intently to Daniel. At least that’s what it looked like. The clenched fists said otherwise.

 

His eyes continue on to Teal’c who was… not blinking. Interesting. Smirking, Jack had to remember to watch for that. His eyes followed to the last member of his team and couldn’t help the slight smile that graced his face. She always made him smile, even when she started to techno-babble. Especially when she babbled.

 

Short blond hair (how did it look when she just woke up?), cute nose (think she would be upset with that particular description?), pink lips and nice mouth (perfect for kissing), graceful neck (just right for nuzzling). Not that he would know anything about that… but he could imagine.

 

Couldn’t see her eyes but that didn’t matter; he knew what they were like. They were the kind of eyes a man could let himself drown in. As blue as the sky and when she smiled (that was a sight to behold) they lit up a room.

 

Jack’s smile grew wider as he thought about it. It was even better when she smiled at him. Or frowned, looked exasperated. Hell, having her just look at him was fine as far as he was concerned.

 

She looked up then, directly at him. Bright blue and puzzled. She gave him a half smile and cocked her head to the side. Jack just continued to stare. She shook her head and returned to what she had been doing.

 

That was when he noticed her hands. Perfection. He could imagine those hands touching him, sliding over bared skin, detailing, memorizing everything.

 

Her skin would be soft, warm and smell like vanilla and cinnamon, just like the breeze that followed her. What would she taste like? Strawberries? No, too sweet. Peppermint? Too fresh. Blue jello? That was it. Jack licked his lips, tasting her already.

 

He could feed it to her, rub it over her skin and lick it off. She would arch under him so he could reach everywhere, little moans echoing in the room. Pulling at his hair, tasting her mouth again. He tastes like her. Tongues, hands, lips. Moving, rubbing, sighing, groaning.

 

Jack felt his blood rushing south and cursed his imagination. Now was not the time for this. He reached down to try and adjust himself, even a little. Thank God for big tables. His face contorted to a slight grimace as he tried to control his body, telling himself that he was NOT a teenager with raging hormones. Well… not a teenager at any rate.

 

He focused again and found her looking at him with concern. He swallowed hard and prayed to any of the higher beings that she hadn’t realized what was wrong. Jack sent her a slight smile to say that he was fine and turned back to Daniel, who was finishing up his report.

 

Hammond blinked and released his fists. “Thank you, Doctor Jackson. SG-1 you have a go. Dismissed.” He fairly ran to his office and shut the door. Presumably to down as many asprin as he could find. Or maybe to locate the non-existent bottle of scotch in his bottom drawer.

 

As Jack stood, he scooted his notes into his hands and positioned them in a manner that, hopefully, didn’t give him away. He turned and left as quickly as his ‘condition’ would let him.

 

“Colonel.” She was calling him. Crap. He turned back to her and prepared himself for what was coming.

 

“Carter. What’s up?”

 

“Sir, are you ok?”

 

She looks so concerned. Can’t not respond.

 

“I’m fine, Carter.”

 

“You sure?” Still concerned.

 

For crying out loud. I feel like a randy teen about to burst out of my pants and you standing there isn’t helping any.

 

“Positive,” was the reply.

 

“Ok, then.” She didn’t look convinced but dropped the subject. “I’m going to the commissary for lunch. Did you want to join me?” The smile reappears. “They have blue jello, again.”

 

Jack could have sworn the files he was holding moved of their own violation.

 

“Maybe next time, Carter. Gotta go get prepared.”

 

She nods that beautiful blond head. “I’ll see you soon then.”

 

Jack gave her a nod back, turned around and continued on, hoping for a bathroom to show itself soon.

Comments

[moe81.livejournal.com]

It's called selective reading and it's also cause you're a little perv and I've never actually tried writing Jack/Daniel. *goes off to ponder if it's possible to fall back into the fandom*

[mishagirl.livejournal.com]

I love that show. I saw the show before the movie because I actually was in love with Macguyver as a kid. *no lie*

Favorite ep that I can remember?

Jack and Tealc repeat the same day over and over...learn to juggle, and do fun things while saving the day.

But there were so many AU type episodes that I wanted to see but missed!

One day I will sit down and watch more of the show.

*yes I am a pervert*

-but I don't think I ever thought of slashing Jack/Daniel together!-

[moe81.livejournal.com]

You freakin me out. I'm following you with Macgyver *owns all of it* and the fav ep because Jack riding a bike through the SCG? And the golf? Just funny as all hell.

At least you can admit it dear. *looks at the rest of the pervs around* *wide eyes* There's just so many!

Oh it's out there, in a strange strange world.