Five Things (Sam/Jack, Sam/Jack/Daniel) R
For nandamai.
Five Times Sam Has Regretted Eating That Blue Jell-O (ADULT) (sam/jack and ot3):
1. She doesn’t think about the blue Jell-O until they’re back on Earth again. She’s in the infirmary and trying to act as if everything is normal. It takes so much concentration that everything else slips her mind. She can still feel Jack’s thighs trembling under her palms, she can taste him on her tongue. Her scalp still prickles where his hands had slid into her hair, and she can still hear his long, slow gasps of pleasure as her mouth had closed around him.
She bites her lip hard and shifts uneasily on the bed before she realizes she can hear Jack on the other side of the curtain as he gets his clearance physical before the debriefing.
“Wait! It’s not what you think!” But the nurse is already shouting for the doctor, and Jack is panicking. “The Jell-O made it blue! There’s nothing wrong with me!”
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2. The blue Jell-O hits the spot. It's made for late night snacks in the SGC commissary when everybody else has gone home. She eats it slowly, sucking it seductively off the spoon and licking her lips with a soft groan of pleasure. No one else is around, and she smiles a bit thinking about someone catching her being so ridiculous about Jell-O. She's licking the spoon when she hears him. She jerks her head up and there's Jack in the doorway. His eyes are dark and intense and glued to her, and she realizes he's been standing there for a while.
She starts to blush and laugh it away, but she hesitates when his expression goes from blatant desire to sudden pain and longing and frustration. She whispers, "I didn't know you were there."
He nods, but turns and leaves. She thinks she hears his fist hitting the wall somewhere in the distance.
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3. The blue Jell-O shots are good but runny. There's too much alcohol in them, and they didn't set well. They eat them anyway while playing poker, chasing them down with beer. Sam doesn't realize their potency until her vision starts blurring. It's the first time she's seen Jack laugh in nearly a year though, and so she goes with it.
When she wakes up in a tangle with a snoring Daniel on one side, and Jack on the other, she's confused at first. Her head is pounding and her eyes feel full of grit, and she wonders if they got so drunk they just passed out on top of each other. Except... she suddenly realizes the leg pressing against hers is bare, the masculine and wiry hair rough against the smoothness of her thigh. A quick look inward to take stock of the rest of her body tells the story. There's a slight ache between her legs, and her muscles feel tired. It comes back to her in flashes: Jack's hands wrapped around her head, his tongue in her mouth; Daniel's shoulders under her fingers, feeling hard and strong as he slides down her body; Jack's voice, low and breathless and rumbling next to her ear as he presses into her again and again. She has a vivid memory of Daniel saying-- no -- moaning her name while he watches her hands moving and twisting on his cock.
She bolts out of bed, tripping over the sheets, not caring if she wakes the other two.
The blue Jell-O is just as blue coming up as it had been going down, and she feels a bit surreal watching it swirl away down the toilet. She closes her eyes and doesn't open them again, even when the blanket is wrapped around her shoulders and two familiar bodies, so warm and dear, enclose her between them again.
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4. The presentation ends without a hitch. She had been smooth and personable and answered questions with wit and ease. She'd been completely un-intimidated by the Joint Chiefs of Staff of both the Air Force and the Marines who had both been in attendance *and* in the front row. It had been perfect!
She breezes into her lab in triumph, smiling at the rest of SG-1 when she realizes they're already there, waiting for her. They smile back as she settles down across her worktable from them.
"Sooo, Carter..." the Colonel begins. He smirks. "How was that blue Jell-O you had for lunch today?"
"How did you-" She freezes, fear gripping her heart.
The restroom mirror only confirms her fears, revealing her fine, straight, very blue teeth. The jokes go on for months.
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5. The last time she had blue Jell-O, she'd had it with her father in the commissary. They'd laughed and talked and then he'd told her he was dying. No last minute miracles this time. Two weeks later, he is dead.
It's ruined now. She wishes, secretly, that it was the one thing she'd never shared with him. At least then she wouldn't feel like throwing up at the mere sight of it.
Five Times Sam Has Regretted Eating That Blue Jell-O (ADULT) (sam/jack and ot3):
1. She doesn’t think about the blue Jell-O until they’re back on Earth again. She’s in the infirmary and trying to act as if everything is normal. It takes so much concentration that everything else slips her mind. She can still feel Jack’s thighs trembling under her palms, she can taste him on her tongue. Her scalp still prickles where his hands had slid into her hair, and she can still hear his long, slow gasps of pleasure as her mouth had closed around him.
She bites her lip hard and shifts uneasily on the bed before she realizes she can hear Jack on the other side of the curtain as he gets his clearance physical before the debriefing.
“Wait! It’s not what you think!” But the nurse is already shouting for the doctor, and Jack is panicking. “The Jell-O made it blue! There’s nothing wrong with me!”
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2. The blue Jell-O hits the spot. It's made for late night snacks in the SGC commissary when everybody else has gone home. She eats it slowly, sucking it seductively off the spoon and licking her lips with a soft groan of pleasure. No one else is around, and she smiles a bit thinking about someone catching her being so ridiculous about Jell-O. She's licking the spoon when she hears him. She jerks her head up and there's Jack in the doorway. His eyes are dark and intense and glued to her, and she realizes he's been standing there for a while.
She starts to blush and laugh it away, but she hesitates when his expression goes from blatant desire to sudden pain and longing and frustration. She whispers, "I didn't know you were there."
He nods, but turns and leaves. She thinks she hears his fist hitting the wall somewhere in the distance.
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3. The blue Jell-O shots are good but runny. There's too much alcohol in them, and they didn't set well. They eat them anyway while playing poker, chasing them down with beer. Sam doesn't realize their potency until her vision starts blurring. It's the first time she's seen Jack laugh in nearly a year though, and so she goes with it.
When she wakes up in a tangle with a snoring Daniel on one side, and Jack on the other, she's confused at first. Her head is pounding and her eyes feel full of grit, and she wonders if they got so drunk they just passed out on top of each other. Except... she suddenly realizes the leg pressing against hers is bare, the masculine and wiry hair rough against the smoothness of her thigh. A quick look inward to take stock of the rest of her body tells the story. There's a slight ache between her legs, and her muscles feel tired. It comes back to her in flashes: Jack's hands wrapped around her head, his tongue in her mouth; Daniel's shoulders under her fingers, feeling hard and strong as he slides down her body; Jack's voice, low and breathless and rumbling next to her ear as he presses into her again and again. She has a vivid memory of Daniel saying-- no -- moaning her name while he watches her hands moving and twisting on his cock.
She bolts out of bed, tripping over the sheets, not caring if she wakes the other two.
The blue Jell-O is just as blue coming up as it had been going down, and she feels a bit surreal watching it swirl away down the toilet. She closes her eyes and doesn't open them again, even when the blanket is wrapped around her shoulders and two familiar bodies, so warm and dear, enclose her between them again.
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4. The presentation ends without a hitch. She had been smooth and personable and answered questions with wit and ease. She'd been completely un-intimidated by the Joint Chiefs of Staff of both the Air Force and the Marines who had both been in attendance *and* in the front row. It had been perfect!
She breezes into her lab in triumph, smiling at the rest of SG-1 when she realizes they're already there, waiting for her. They smile back as she settles down across her worktable from them.
"Sooo, Carter..." the Colonel begins. He smirks. "How was that blue Jell-O you had for lunch today?"
"How did you-" She freezes, fear gripping her heart.
The restroom mirror only confirms her fears, revealing her fine, straight, very blue teeth. The jokes go on for months.
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5. The last time she had blue Jell-O, she'd had it with her father in the commissary. They'd laughed and talked and then he'd told her he was dying. No last minute miracles this time. Two weeks later, he is dead.
It's ruined now. She wishes, secretly, that it was the one thing she'd never shared with him. At least then she wouldn't feel like throwing up at the mere sight of it.