Stargate SG-1 fic: The Trouble With Pink
The Trouble With Pink
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
201 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
There's something different about Carter and it's going to cause Jack a lot of trouble.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Pink nail polish. Jack was kind of surprised this shocked him. It made sense; Carter was a woman after all. And, as he recalled from his years of marriage, women tended to like painting their toes.
But Carter? Pink?
His eyes traveled up from his 2IC's toes wiggling in the warm sand. Past her BDU pants rolled around her shapely calves. Past the holster strapped securely to her thigh. Past where her tac vest hugged the curve of her waist.
Up to the nape of her neck, slightly red from the sun, to the way her hair curled around the edge of her cap. To her smile-lips partly open, eyes twinkling.
"Sir?"
Jack shook himself mentally, realizing Carter had been watching him stare at her.
"Nothin'," he mumbled. She gave him a quizzical look then went back to watching the waves lapping against the beach.
Stupid, Jack thought. Now was not the time to realize Carter was a women. And a damn good looking one. And funny. And smart-way smarter than him. And gorgeous. His eyes drifted back to the pink peeking out of the sand, his pulse quickening slightly. Oh, no, he was in trouble. So much trouble.
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
201 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
There's something different about Carter and it's going to cause Jack a lot of trouble.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Pink nail polish. Jack was kind of surprised this shocked him. It made sense; Carter was a woman after all. And, as he recalled from his years of marriage, women tended to like painting their toes.
But Carter? Pink?
His eyes traveled up from his 2IC's toes wiggling in the warm sand. Past her BDU pants rolled around her shapely calves. Past the holster strapped securely to her thigh. Past where her tac vest hugged the curve of her waist.
Up to the nape of her neck, slightly red from the sun, to the way her hair curled around the edge of her cap. To her smile-lips partly open, eyes twinkling.
"Sir?"
Jack shook himself mentally, realizing Carter had been watching him stare at her.
"Nothin'," he mumbled. She gave him a quizzical look then went back to watching the waves lapping against the beach.
Stupid, Jack thought. Now was not the time to realize Carter was a women. And a damn good looking one. And funny. And smart-way smarter than him. And gorgeous. His eyes drifted back to the pink peeking out of the sand, his pulse quickening slightly. Oh, no, he was in trouble. So much trouble.