SG1: One Night (Sam/Jack, PG)
Fandom: Stargate: SG1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG
Summary: Written for stargateland's TV Tropes challenge. My Trope: "Hanging Our Clothes to Dry" http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HangingOurClothesToDry
"Damn it," Sam muttered, pulling off her sopping wet BDU jacket and attempting to wring it out, to no avail. She laid it on the grass beside her and tried to decide what to do about her equally soaked black tank top and BDU pants.
"Carter, what the hell is going on?" Jack asked, coming down over the grassy ridge. Sam rolled her eyes.
"There was some hidden moss, sir. The rock I was standing on slipped as I moved and I fell in the river."
"Oh for crying out loud...." Jack grumbled.
"I'm sorry, sir," she started. She knew Jack was already in a bad mood due to being stranded. The gate had malfunctioned after Daniel, Teal'c, and SG-15 had gone through and they couldn't get it to activate again.
"Don't be sorry, Carter. Did you at least find that...whatever it was you were looking for?" he asked. Sam sighed.
"No sir. In theory the river water should have been full of the mineral I was looking for, but there was no trace of it. I was just coming back to tell you when the rock slipped on me." Jack let out an annoyed groan before softening his gaze slightly.
"Sorry, Carter. Not your fault. You okay?" he asked her, casual concern beginning to show in his voice.
"Fine, sir. Just...damp."
"Yeah, about that...you'd better get that stuff off."
"I don't have a spare set of clothes, sir. Daniel grabbed my pack before he went through the gate." Jack shook his head and looked upwards.
"Carter, it's getting dark. It gets real cold here at night. If you stay in your wet clothes, you're gonna get hypothermia and that's pretty much the last thing we need." He pulled off his own BDU jacket and handed it to her.
"Wear this. I'll, uh, go over there while you change." He moved to a point about ten feet away and turned away from her, giving her a modicum of privacy as she sighed in resignation, peeled off her wet clothes, and pulled on Jack's jacket. As she wrapped the heavy fabric around her torso, she couldn't help but inhale Jack's scent, which now surrounded her. Her eyes drifted closed slightly as she fastened the buttons on his too-large jacket. She glanced down and was grateful to see that Jack's too-large jacket did offer enough coverage to allow a slight amount of modesty. She crouched to lay her clothes flat and stood again, hoping there would be enough time overnight for them to dry at least enough to get her home in the morning. Assuming they could go home in the morning. She turned to see Jack unrolling the sleeping bag from his pack.
"Ah, anything I can do to help, Sir?" she asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Jack stood and turned, stumbling as he caught sight of Sam.
"Uh. No. Carter. I see the jacket's working for you."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Sam said, shifting slightly.
"So, ah. Carter. About tonight-" Jack said, stammering slightly.
"Yes, sir?"
"We're, uh, gonna have to share," he said, indicating the sleeping bag. "Your pack's gone and, well, I've only got one. Survival, and all that." Sam took a deep breath and nodded.
"Of course, sir. That makes perfect sense."
So much for getting any sleep tonight, she thought, shifting uncomfortably at the thought of spending the night pressed up against Jack. Her thoughts began to drift into dangerous territory and she began reciting quantum theories in her head to attempt to keep her mind focused on something-anything-other than that night's sleeping arrangements.
After a thoroughly unsatisfying meal of field rations, it was almost completely dark. Sam and Jack sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes before Jack finally spoke up.
"I guess we'd better try and get some sleep." Sam swallowed.
"A-agreed, Sir," she said, irritated with herself for the unsteadiness in her voice. Jack looked over at the sleeping bag.
"So, uh, how do you want to do this?" he asked, his voice sounding uncomfortable.
"Well, Sir, I gave it some thought...I think the easiest might be if you climb in first, and then I'll scoot in behind you so that our backs are together. I think that'll, um, work best." Sam spoke quickly, trying to mask her discomfort.
This was not how she'd hoped to first spend the night with Jack.
But she wasn't going to think about that. This was all business.
"You're right, Carter, that'll work." Jack's voice held a note of relief that she'd come up with an arrangement that would hopefully leave them both with at least some of their dignity still intact in the morning. They stood awkwardly for a moment, neither of them moving until Jack shook his head as though to clear his mind of something. He kicked off his boots and climbed into the sleeping bag. Sam gave him a minute to settle and when he was still, she held the edges of his jacket carefully around her thighs and slid as carefully as she could behind him and did up the zip. Sam lay very still, her eyes wide open as she adjusted to the feel of Jack's back pressed tightly against hers.
This was not shaping up to be a terribly restful night.
"'Night, Carter," drifted Jack’s voice from behind her.
"Good night, Sir," Sam mumbled.
Sam woke up slowly, a smile on her face. As the dregs of sleep cleared, however, her eyes shot open.
Strong arms held her tightly around her waist and a slightly unshaven face pressed into her neck. Rhythmic breathing landed softly against her skin. Sam froze before taking a deep breath to calm herself. There was nothing wrong with this. Nobody could fully control what they did in their sleep. She took another breath and forced herself to relax.
If she was going to accidentally cuddle with the man she couldn't have, she should probably try and enjoy it.
Maybe for a minute, she thought, relaxing her body fully as she settled back into Jack's embrace. Nobody needs to know.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG
Summary: Written for stargateland's TV Tropes challenge. My Trope: "Hanging Our Clothes to Dry" http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HangingOurClothesToDry
"Damn it," Sam muttered, pulling off her sopping wet BDU jacket and attempting to wring it out, to no avail. She laid it on the grass beside her and tried to decide what to do about her equally soaked black tank top and BDU pants.
"Carter, what the hell is going on?" Jack asked, coming down over the grassy ridge. Sam rolled her eyes.
"There was some hidden moss, sir. The rock I was standing on slipped as I moved and I fell in the river."
"Oh for crying out loud...." Jack grumbled.
"I'm sorry, sir," she started. She knew Jack was already in a bad mood due to being stranded. The gate had malfunctioned after Daniel, Teal'c, and SG-15 had gone through and they couldn't get it to activate again.
"Don't be sorry, Carter. Did you at least find that...whatever it was you were looking for?" he asked. Sam sighed.
"No sir. In theory the river water should have been full of the mineral I was looking for, but there was no trace of it. I was just coming back to tell you when the rock slipped on me." Jack let out an annoyed groan before softening his gaze slightly.
"Sorry, Carter. Not your fault. You okay?" he asked her, casual concern beginning to show in his voice.
"Fine, sir. Just...damp."
"Yeah, about that...you'd better get that stuff off."
"I don't have a spare set of clothes, sir. Daniel grabbed my pack before he went through the gate." Jack shook his head and looked upwards.
"Carter, it's getting dark. It gets real cold here at night. If you stay in your wet clothes, you're gonna get hypothermia and that's pretty much the last thing we need." He pulled off his own BDU jacket and handed it to her.
"Wear this. I'll, uh, go over there while you change." He moved to a point about ten feet away and turned away from her, giving her a modicum of privacy as she sighed in resignation, peeled off her wet clothes, and pulled on Jack's jacket. As she wrapped the heavy fabric around her torso, she couldn't help but inhale Jack's scent, which now surrounded her. Her eyes drifted closed slightly as she fastened the buttons on his too-large jacket. She glanced down and was grateful to see that Jack's too-large jacket did offer enough coverage to allow a slight amount of modesty. She crouched to lay her clothes flat and stood again, hoping there would be enough time overnight for them to dry at least enough to get her home in the morning. Assuming they could go home in the morning. She turned to see Jack unrolling the sleeping bag from his pack.
"Ah, anything I can do to help, Sir?" she asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Jack stood and turned, stumbling as he caught sight of Sam.
"Uh. No. Carter. I see the jacket's working for you."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Sam said, shifting slightly.
"So, ah. Carter. About tonight-" Jack said, stammering slightly.
"Yes, sir?"
"We're, uh, gonna have to share," he said, indicating the sleeping bag. "Your pack's gone and, well, I've only got one. Survival, and all that." Sam took a deep breath and nodded.
"Of course, sir. That makes perfect sense."
So much for getting any sleep tonight, she thought, shifting uncomfortably at the thought of spending the night pressed up against Jack. Her thoughts began to drift into dangerous territory and she began reciting quantum theories in her head to attempt to keep her mind focused on something-anything-other than that night's sleeping arrangements.
After a thoroughly unsatisfying meal of field rations, it was almost completely dark. Sam and Jack sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes before Jack finally spoke up.
"I guess we'd better try and get some sleep." Sam swallowed.
"A-agreed, Sir," she said, irritated with herself for the unsteadiness in her voice. Jack looked over at the sleeping bag.
"So, uh, how do you want to do this?" he asked, his voice sounding uncomfortable.
"Well, Sir, I gave it some thought...I think the easiest might be if you climb in first, and then I'll scoot in behind you so that our backs are together. I think that'll, um, work best." Sam spoke quickly, trying to mask her discomfort.
This was not how she'd hoped to first spend the night with Jack.
But she wasn't going to think about that. This was all business.
"You're right, Carter, that'll work." Jack's voice held a note of relief that she'd come up with an arrangement that would hopefully leave them both with at least some of their dignity still intact in the morning. They stood awkwardly for a moment, neither of them moving until Jack shook his head as though to clear his mind of something. He kicked off his boots and climbed into the sleeping bag. Sam gave him a minute to settle and when he was still, she held the edges of his jacket carefully around her thighs and slid as carefully as she could behind him and did up the zip. Sam lay very still, her eyes wide open as she adjusted to the feel of Jack's back pressed tightly against hers.
This was not shaping up to be a terribly restful night.
"'Night, Carter," drifted Jack’s voice from behind her.
"Good night, Sir," Sam mumbled.
Sam woke up slowly, a smile on her face. As the dregs of sleep cleared, however, her eyes shot open.
Strong arms held her tightly around her waist and a slightly unshaven face pressed into her neck. Rhythmic breathing landed softly against her skin. Sam froze before taking a deep breath to calm herself. There was nothing wrong with this. Nobody could fully control what they did in their sleep. She took another breath and forced herself to relax.
If she was going to accidentally cuddle with the man she couldn't have, she should probably try and enjoy it.
Maybe for a minute, she thought, relaxing her body fully as she settled back into Jack's embrace. Nobody needs to know.