Stargate SG1 Fanfic: I is for Improv (PG-13)
Title: I is for Improv
Author: hummingfly67
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Summary: Cameron thinks fast with his mouth
A/N: Written for sg_fignewton’s Cam Alphabet Soup found here
***
“Improvise,” Jackson’s panicked voice hisses in their ears.
Cameron blinks once, thinking rapidly, and does as the man said. Hauling Vala into his arms, he ignores her indignant huff and plants his lips on her mouth. He shifts his weight forward to push her back into the rough stone wall they had been loitering near as they surveilled the drinking establishment their targets had entered several minutes ago. She responds immediately and enthusiastically, body suddenly pliant, yet Cameron senses no ulterior motive, merely co-operation and obedience. And most likely, a healthy dose of preservation.
One of her hands lands at his mid-back, the other chastely at his waist, and it takes him a chagrined second to realize she has cleverly positioned herself to be able to grab his gun if necessary. His own hands are nowhere near her gun. With a shift of his hips, he rectifies the matter, feeling Vala’s lips twitch against his.
God knows he thinks of her as more of an annoying little sister than anything else now, but damn the woman can kiss. He is only human, and certain her instincts have long been to use all the weapons in her arsenal. It’s quite the arsenal.
“ALL CLEAR! ALL CLEAR!” Jackson sounds peeved and slightly scandalized, and Cameron suspects the buzzing in his ear had probably been their teammate’s call to stand down. Unintentionally ignored.
Cameron pulls away, not embarrassed to admit to himself it is a bit reluctantly, and meets Vala’s laughing eyes.
Flashing him a flirty, wide-mouthed grin, she murmurs, “Someone’s cranky.”
***
Later, when the dust has settled and the bad guys are rounded up and dealt with, they head to the rendezvous point. Sam is all business as she helps ready their gear, but the little twist of her lips tells the real story. Teal’c is taciturn, as always, but Cameron senses the big guy is equally amused.
“What…what was that all about?” Jackson’s face is red as he blusters at them, his hands on his hips.
Cameron wants to laugh, but restrains himself. “You said improvise,” he responds affably, shrugging. “So we improvised.”
With a guileless blink of her eyes, Vala loops her arm around Cameron’s bicep and leans into him with easy familiarity. “Cameron is a talented performer.”
Jackson gapes at them, fish-like, before recovering to snark, “Vala, as far as harebrained ideas go, that one takes the cake. Your old standby of sex as a weapon is getting stale. It would be in everyone's interests, including your own, for you to read up on diversionary tactics. In fact, I’ve got a military manual in my office that devotes several chapters to just that topic.”
Feeling Vala bristle against him, Cameron interrupts before this can devolve into one of their infamous shouting matches. He’d rather not be anywhere near her line of fire. “Not that this matters, Jackson, but for the record, it was my idea,” he says, one eyebrow cocked slightly in a silent message to Jackson to cease and desist. “There were no casualties, we got our intel. No harm, no foul.”
Jackson huffs, but for once says nothing further, turning away to join Teal’c and Sam by their gear. Cameron shakes his head slightly and at Vala’s squeeze of thanks to his bicep, meets her gaze.
“SG-1 don’t need no stinkin’ manuals. We got improv!”
***
End
Author: hummingfly67
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Summary: Cameron thinks fast with his mouth
A/N: Written for sg_fignewton’s Cam Alphabet Soup found here
***
“Improvise,” Jackson’s panicked voice hisses in their ears.
Cameron blinks once, thinking rapidly, and does as the man said. Hauling Vala into his arms, he ignores her indignant huff and plants his lips on her mouth. He shifts his weight forward to push her back into the rough stone wall they had been loitering near as they surveilled the drinking establishment their targets had entered several minutes ago. She responds immediately and enthusiastically, body suddenly pliant, yet Cameron senses no ulterior motive, merely co-operation and obedience. And most likely, a healthy dose of preservation.
One of her hands lands at his mid-back, the other chastely at his waist, and it takes him a chagrined second to realize she has cleverly positioned herself to be able to grab his gun if necessary. His own hands are nowhere near her gun. With a shift of his hips, he rectifies the matter, feeling Vala’s lips twitch against his.
God knows he thinks of her as more of an annoying little sister than anything else now, but damn the woman can kiss. He is only human, and certain her instincts have long been to use all the weapons in her arsenal. It’s quite the arsenal.
“ALL CLEAR! ALL CLEAR!” Jackson sounds peeved and slightly scandalized, and Cameron suspects the buzzing in his ear had probably been their teammate’s call to stand down. Unintentionally ignored.
Cameron pulls away, not embarrassed to admit to himself it is a bit reluctantly, and meets Vala’s laughing eyes.
Flashing him a flirty, wide-mouthed grin, she murmurs, “Someone’s cranky.”
***
Later, when the dust has settled and the bad guys are rounded up and dealt with, they head to the rendezvous point. Sam is all business as she helps ready their gear, but the little twist of her lips tells the real story. Teal’c is taciturn, as always, but Cameron senses the big guy is equally amused.
“What…what was that all about?” Jackson’s face is red as he blusters at them, his hands on his hips.
Cameron wants to laugh, but restrains himself. “You said improvise,” he responds affably, shrugging. “So we improvised.”
With a guileless blink of her eyes, Vala loops her arm around Cameron’s bicep and leans into him with easy familiarity. “Cameron is a talented performer.”
Jackson gapes at them, fish-like, before recovering to snark, “Vala, as far as harebrained ideas go, that one takes the cake. Your old standby of sex as a weapon is getting stale. It would be in everyone's interests, including your own, for you to read up on diversionary tactics. In fact, I’ve got a military manual in my office that devotes several chapters to just that topic.”
Feeling Vala bristle against him, Cameron interrupts before this can devolve into one of their infamous shouting matches. He’d rather not be anywhere near her line of fire. “Not that this matters, Jackson, but for the record, it was my idea,” he says, one eyebrow cocked slightly in a silent message to Jackson to cease and desist. “There were no casualties, we got our intel. No harm, no foul.”
Jackson huffs, but for once says nothing further, turning away to join Teal’c and Sam by their gear. Cameron shakes his head slightly and at Vala’s squeeze of thanks to his bicep, meets her gaze.
“SG-1 don’t need no stinkin’ manuals. We got improv!”
***
End