Slippin' Away
Title: Summer Lovin'
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Summary: In my life, I love you more...
Author's Note: This was written for oparu via her request on a meme for "Sam/Jack, summery." There were over five variations and attempts to write the original drabble before it eventually spawned this one, leaving a backstory that's referenced in the first sentence (which involves an uncomfortable Cam, a devious Vala and the mysterious dress). That may, one day, see the light of the internet; for now, I leave you with a drabble that has an AN almost as long as it is.
Author's Note II: Bonus points to the reader who correctly identifies the songs from which the title and summary were taken!
It starts with a dress, and ends up on a screened porch with the afternoon sun quietly slipping away towards the other side of the world, brilliant ambers and golds turning softer, fainter. While it still lingers, though, she drowses with her head on his chest and arm draped over his body, her hand loosely curled and tightening when he shifts, the little possessive “mine” he had never expected from her. So Jack lies on the pile of blankets, the only concession he’ll make to a body that likes reminding him of the hell he’s put it through, and lets his right arm fall asleep while he watches the porch fan turn idly in the breeze.
Where they’ll go, what will happen, he doesn’t know. How long she’ll be able to cope with his cranky fits and persnickety moods, no longer bound as a subordinate to sigh and suffer through it, he can’t predict. Why she wants him, old and beaten and good for little more than looking distinguished in dress blues and sitting in a fancy office chair, he has no idea. But they’ve always been good at taking things at face value, so he’ll lie with his arm going numb and her head on his chest for as long as he can, listening to the crickets start up an evening chorus while the summer drifts by around them.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Summary: In my life, I love you more...
Author's Note: This was written for oparu via her request on a meme for "Sam/Jack, summery." There were over five variations and attempts to write the original drabble before it eventually spawned this one, leaving a backstory that's referenced in the first sentence (which involves an uncomfortable Cam, a devious Vala and the mysterious dress). That may, one day, see the light of the internet; for now, I leave you with a drabble that has an AN almost as long as it is.
Author's Note II: Bonus points to the reader who correctly identifies the songs from which the title and summary were taken!
It starts with a dress, and ends up on a screened porch with the afternoon sun quietly slipping away towards the other side of the world, brilliant ambers and golds turning softer, fainter. While it still lingers, though, she drowses with her head on his chest and arm draped over his body, her hand loosely curled and tightening when he shifts, the little possessive “mine” he had never expected from her. So Jack lies on the pile of blankets, the only concession he’ll make to a body that likes reminding him of the hell he’s put it through, and lets his right arm fall asleep while he watches the porch fan turn idly in the breeze.
Where they’ll go, what will happen, he doesn’t know. How long she’ll be able to cope with his cranky fits and persnickety moods, no longer bound as a subordinate to sigh and suffer through it, he can’t predict. Why she wants him, old and beaten and good for little more than looking distinguished in dress blues and sitting in a fancy office chair, he has no idea. But they’ve always been good at taking things at face value, so he’ll lie with his arm going numb and her head on his chest for as long as he can, listening to the crickets start up an evening chorus while the summer drifts by around them.