Sam/Daniel, thong
"I really can't thank you enough."
Sam glanced up once she had the box-laden dolly secured to smile at Daniel. "Happy to help. Besides," she said, looking over the stack of boxes. "Now you're obliged to help me next time I move."
The top box said 'kitchen' across the side in Daniel's trademark scrawl. Well, it either said 'kitchen' or 'hitakor', but Sam was betting on the former. She picked it up and carried it into the kitchen of Daniel's new house.
Daniel looked at her over his glasses. "Obliged? Hang on. Maybe I should reconsider accepting your offer of help..."
Setting the box on the counter, she grabbed her beer and drained the last mouthful from the bottle. Daniel's empty bottle had already been abandoned in the sink, and Sam's quickly joined it.
"I could leave you all alone to do it yourself," she said as she returned to the living room.
"Oh, both the company and the help are great. I'm just feeling the need to state that I am a big manly man who can carry heavy boxes on his own."
Sam gave him and his puffed out chest a gentle shove. "Well, then, big manly man. Why don't you take care of those big boxes labelled 'books' while I bring this bag of clothes to join the others in your bedroom?"
Daniel thumped his chest and gave a loud grunt. "Me carry box." He bent to pick up the box and grunted again. "Box heavy."
"Just don't go on any quests for fire without me."
She tucked the large plastic bag under her arm and headed for the bedroom. The door was partially closed, so she nudged it open and as she stepped inside. She felt a resistance and looked down to see that the bag had caught on the lip of the door's strike plate. Its contents flumped to the floor in a clumsy pile.
"Whoops." Sam bent and gathered an armload of clothes. Daniel's bed was about the only thing already set up in the room, and she dumped the clothes onto his mattress. A few items had strayed from her grasp. Sam frowned at the pile of clothes as she picked up a blue sock, a white t-shirt, and a grey sock. Why on earth that man couldn't keep pairs of socks folded together was beyond her.
Something greenish was left on the floor, just at the threshold of the door. She stooped down and didn't realise what it was until it was already in her hands.
Her fingers smoothed over the triangle of sheer fabric, smiling at the green and brown camouflage print. This was...interesting.
"Oh Daniel?"
"Yes?" He drew out the single syllable as he poked his head around the corner.
Sam hooked one finger through the waistband of the thong and waved it through the air, amused as his eyes widened. "Is this standard issue?"
"Where did you--"
He was moving quickly down the hall, but Sam was already retreating back into his bedroom.
"Give me that!"
Sam laughed, dodging his grabby hand by leaping onto his bed. She held her trophy high above her head. "Does everyone at the SGC get one? 'Cause I never got mine."
Daniel put his hands on his hips and pursed his lips at her. "Do you make a point of going through other people's underwear?"
"The bag tore. Stop avoiding the question. Why do you have a camouflage thong?" She stretched the waistband between her thumbs above her head, looking up to admire it again. "And it's practically see-through, too. Very sexy."
Sam yelped as she felt large hands close on her ankles. A split-second later, she landed on her butt in the soft mattress. She laughed again, hiding the underwear behind her back and out of Daniel's reach.
He was leaning very close and a smile played across his lips. "Give me that," he whispered.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, trying to ignore the warmth of his body and the spice of his cologne. "What do I get if I do?"
Daniel's playful smile turned positively sultry and Sam swallowed at the thoughts the sight provoked.
"Give it and maybe I'll put it on for you."
She handed him the thong.
Sam glanced up once she had the box-laden dolly secured to smile at Daniel. "Happy to help. Besides," she said, looking over the stack of boxes. "Now you're obliged to help me next time I move."
The top box said 'kitchen' across the side in Daniel's trademark scrawl. Well, it either said 'kitchen' or 'hitakor', but Sam was betting on the former. She picked it up and carried it into the kitchen of Daniel's new house.
Daniel looked at her over his glasses. "Obliged? Hang on. Maybe I should reconsider accepting your offer of help..."
Setting the box on the counter, she grabbed her beer and drained the last mouthful from the bottle. Daniel's empty bottle had already been abandoned in the sink, and Sam's quickly joined it.
"I could leave you all alone to do it yourself," she said as she returned to the living room.
"Oh, both the company and the help are great. I'm just feeling the need to state that I am a big manly man who can carry heavy boxes on his own."
Sam gave him and his puffed out chest a gentle shove. "Well, then, big manly man. Why don't you take care of those big boxes labelled 'books' while I bring this bag of clothes to join the others in your bedroom?"
Daniel thumped his chest and gave a loud grunt. "Me carry box." He bent to pick up the box and grunted again. "Box heavy."
"Just don't go on any quests for fire without me."
She tucked the large plastic bag under her arm and headed for the bedroom. The door was partially closed, so she nudged it open and as she stepped inside. She felt a resistance and looked down to see that the bag had caught on the lip of the door's strike plate. Its contents flumped to the floor in a clumsy pile.
"Whoops." Sam bent and gathered an armload of clothes. Daniel's bed was about the only thing already set up in the room, and she dumped the clothes onto his mattress. A few items had strayed from her grasp. Sam frowned at the pile of clothes as she picked up a blue sock, a white t-shirt, and a grey sock. Why on earth that man couldn't keep pairs of socks folded together was beyond her.
Something greenish was left on the floor, just at the threshold of the door. She stooped down and didn't realise what it was until it was already in her hands.
Her fingers smoothed over the triangle of sheer fabric, smiling at the green and brown camouflage print. This was...interesting.
"Oh Daniel?"
"Yes?" He drew out the single syllable as he poked his head around the corner.
Sam hooked one finger through the waistband of the thong and waved it through the air, amused as his eyes widened. "Is this standard issue?"
"Where did you--"
He was moving quickly down the hall, but Sam was already retreating back into his bedroom.
"Give me that!"
Sam laughed, dodging his grabby hand by leaping onto his bed. She held her trophy high above her head. "Does everyone at the SGC get one? 'Cause I never got mine."
Daniel put his hands on his hips and pursed his lips at her. "Do you make a point of going through other people's underwear?"
"The bag tore. Stop avoiding the question. Why do you have a camouflage thong?" She stretched the waistband between her thumbs above her head, looking up to admire it again. "And it's practically see-through, too. Very sexy."
Sam yelped as she felt large hands close on her ankles. A split-second later, she landed on her butt in the soft mattress. She laughed again, hiding the underwear behind her back and out of Daniel's reach.
He was leaning very close and a smile played across his lips. "Give me that," he whispered.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, trying to ignore the warmth of his body and the spice of his cologne. "What do I get if I do?"
Daniel's playful smile turned positively sultry and Sam swallowed at the thoughts the sight provoked.
"Give it and maybe I'll put it on for you."
She handed him the thong.