Baking Cookies (Sam/Jack/Cam) PG
I wrote a little comment fic for holdouttrout's Stargate Christmas Extravaganza. But it didn't fit in the comment form.
Also, I cheated and turned a Sam/Cam prompt into a Sam/Cam/Jack prompt. And I made it apocafic. I KNOW.
Sam bit her lip nervously and glanced at the homemade hourglass on the counter. The granules of sand poured steadily through the tiny funnel and gathered in a pile at the bottom of the jar. When she glanced up, Cam was staring intently at her.
"Think it's time yet?" he asked, voice low but worried.
She chewed her lip slightly and looked at the hourglass again. "I think... I think another minute."
"You think? The last time--"
She frowned at him. "The last time we didn't have my... modifications... in place."
"We don't have enough to redo them this time," Cam warned. His blue eyes held hers intently.
"I know, I know," she reached for the handle and then hesitated, pulling back slightly.
"Do it," Cam urged, his voice a rough whisper.
She met his gaze with searching eyes and he gave a nod. She nodded back and turned resolutely, grabbing the handle and opening the door to the old wood-burning oven. Cam reached in, hands encased in thick potholders, and pulled the metal tray out. He turned and quickly set it down on the big wooden table behind them. They stood side by side and peered down at it.
"Oh my God," Cam murmured.
Sam sucked in her breath in agreement. There on the tray were 12 perfectly browned sugar cookies. "It worked," she exclaimed, a grin starting to break over her face.
Cam picked up a butter knife and eased it under one cookie. Sam held her breath. He lifted the cookie and it bent upward, the heat making it pliant and fragile. They tilted their heads to glance at the cookie's bottom. It was a very light golden brown. Not burnt black, like the last batch had been, before Sam had gone out to the old shop and welded a metal plate to slide under the pan and disperse the uncontrollable heat of the fire.
Cam glanced at her and she grinned. He dropped the knife and used his fingers to pick up the soft, broken cookie.
"Ow!" he barked, jerking his fingers away, and then going right back for it with his other hand. "Ow, ow, ow!" Sam laughed as he scrambled to pick up the hot piece of baked dough, tossing it from one hand to the other, blowing on it with pursed lips and then dropping it, finally, into his waiting mouth. He made a pained face, breathing the heat out and chewing rapidly. Sam waited expectantly.
He met her gaze, and then his eyes rolled upward and he gave a long, agonized groan of pleasure. "Ohh... damn. They're good!"
Sam's eyes widened and then she was reaching for one of the cookies, burning her fingers as she tried to pry one up from the hot metal pan. Cam used the knife and battered one into pieces as he loosened its hold. He scooped it up and tore it in half, bringing one piece up to her mouth. She took it right from his fingers, grabbing his hand with hers to hold it steady as she pulled the cookie into her mouth. He smiled at her, eyes laughing, as he watched.
The heat hit her tongue first, and then the butter and sugar exploded into sweetness and overwhelmed her. Oh dear God... it had been so long since they'd had anything truly sweet and sugary. The dough was cooked perfectly, thick and chewy, but light and buttery. She didn't even want to swallow. She held the mass in her mouth, savoring the taste, letting it soften into mush.
"That butter was worth every damn pint of moonshine we had to trade," Cam said, his mouth full.
Sam moaned in agreement, reaching down to grab the knife and slip it under another treat. Cam's hands followed hers and the next few minutes were silent as they pried cookies up and stuffed them into their mouths, grinning at each other through full mouths and blissful groans.
There was a big clatter as the kitchen door swung open, emitting a cold wave of wind and snow and a tightly bundled Jack O'Neill, who stamped his feet on the doormat and then stared at them in surprised amazement. They stared back, cheeks and mouths full of cookie, fingers hovering near each other's mouths.
"You look guilty, what have you done?" Jack's brows slid down suspiciously.
Cam held up a cookie.
"Baked cookies," Sam answered. She quickly grinned. "Merry Christmas!"
Jack walked forward, peering at the table and the remains of the tray. "Don't tell me you used some of our butter to..."
"Not some," Cam replied, trying to swallow the rest of the cookie in his mouth. "All."
"All?" Jack's eyebrows flew upward and his eyes hardened to steel. He turned his glare to Sam. "You used all of our butter to make... cookies??"
She swallowed and licked the sugar from her lips. "Um. Yes."
"It's Christmas," Cam protested. "And we haven't had a cookie in five years... " He trailed away.
"Do you know how much I had to trade for one pound of butter?"
"I know," Sam said, a little crossly. "I made the whiskey, after all."
He turned on her. "Then you know that we could have used it to get gasoline or bullets or even coffee!"
She shook her head, holding his gaze. "I don't care."
Jack narrowed his eyes at her and then slid his glance to Cameron. Cam held up a piece of now-cool cookie and held it out to him. "Try it," he said, quietly.
Jack resisted at first, lips set in a sullen line, eyes grumpily glaring holes in Cam. Cam slid it closer, and Jack finally opened his mouth, taking a bite as Cam fed it to him. He chewed slowly.
Sam and Cam exchanged glances and then watched him carefully. Jack's chewing slowed. His gaze flickered from one of them to the other, and then his eyelids sank closed and he made a soft, wordless sound that was breathless in its quality.
Sam smiled, and she heard Cam start laughing.
"If you ate all of them I'm going to kill you both," Jack warned, eyes still closed.
Sam glanced toward the small roll of cold dough still left in the bowl. "We have enough for one more batch."
Jack opened his eyes and reached down to take the last cookie, stuffing it all into his mouth in two bites. "Thah's ih?" he asked through a mouthful of dough.
"Until we get more butter," Cam teased, casting an amused glance at Sam.
Jack swallowed and closed his eyes again. "We'll get more."
~end~
Iz too cute, yes? Should be followed up by hot porn, no? :)
I also had a Team (original) OT4 snippet idea, but it's too close to some of the other ficlets already written, so I will haz to change it...
Also, I cheated and turned a Sam/Cam prompt into a Sam/Cam/Jack prompt. And I made it apocafic. I KNOW.
Sam bit her lip nervously and glanced at the homemade hourglass on the counter. The granules of sand poured steadily through the tiny funnel and gathered in a pile at the bottom of the jar. When she glanced up, Cam was staring intently at her.
"Think it's time yet?" he asked, voice low but worried.
She chewed her lip slightly and looked at the hourglass again. "I think... I think another minute."
"You think? The last time--"
She frowned at him. "The last time we didn't have my... modifications... in place."
"We don't have enough to redo them this time," Cam warned. His blue eyes held hers intently.
"I know, I know," she reached for the handle and then hesitated, pulling back slightly.
"Do it," Cam urged, his voice a rough whisper.
She met his gaze with searching eyes and he gave a nod. She nodded back and turned resolutely, grabbing the handle and opening the door to the old wood-burning oven. Cam reached in, hands encased in thick potholders, and pulled the metal tray out. He turned and quickly set it down on the big wooden table behind them. They stood side by side and peered down at it.
"Oh my God," Cam murmured.
Sam sucked in her breath in agreement. There on the tray were 12 perfectly browned sugar cookies. "It worked," she exclaimed, a grin starting to break over her face.
Cam picked up a butter knife and eased it under one cookie. Sam held her breath. He lifted the cookie and it bent upward, the heat making it pliant and fragile. They tilted their heads to glance at the cookie's bottom. It was a very light golden brown. Not burnt black, like the last batch had been, before Sam had gone out to the old shop and welded a metal plate to slide under the pan and disperse the uncontrollable heat of the fire.
Cam glanced at her and she grinned. He dropped the knife and used his fingers to pick up the soft, broken cookie.
"Ow!" he barked, jerking his fingers away, and then going right back for it with his other hand. "Ow, ow, ow!" Sam laughed as he scrambled to pick up the hot piece of baked dough, tossing it from one hand to the other, blowing on it with pursed lips and then dropping it, finally, into his waiting mouth. He made a pained face, breathing the heat out and chewing rapidly. Sam waited expectantly.
He met her gaze, and then his eyes rolled upward and he gave a long, agonized groan of pleasure. "Ohh... damn. They're good!"
Sam's eyes widened and then she was reaching for one of the cookies, burning her fingers as she tried to pry one up from the hot metal pan. Cam used the knife and battered one into pieces as he loosened its hold. He scooped it up and tore it in half, bringing one piece up to her mouth. She took it right from his fingers, grabbing his hand with hers to hold it steady as she pulled the cookie into her mouth. He smiled at her, eyes laughing, as he watched.
The heat hit her tongue first, and then the butter and sugar exploded into sweetness and overwhelmed her. Oh dear God... it had been so long since they'd had anything truly sweet and sugary. The dough was cooked perfectly, thick and chewy, but light and buttery. She didn't even want to swallow. She held the mass in her mouth, savoring the taste, letting it soften into mush.
"That butter was worth every damn pint of moonshine we had to trade," Cam said, his mouth full.
Sam moaned in agreement, reaching down to grab the knife and slip it under another treat. Cam's hands followed hers and the next few minutes were silent as they pried cookies up and stuffed them into their mouths, grinning at each other through full mouths and blissful groans.
There was a big clatter as the kitchen door swung open, emitting a cold wave of wind and snow and a tightly bundled Jack O'Neill, who stamped his feet on the doormat and then stared at them in surprised amazement. They stared back, cheeks and mouths full of cookie, fingers hovering near each other's mouths.
"You look guilty, what have you done?" Jack's brows slid down suspiciously.
Cam held up a cookie.
"Baked cookies," Sam answered. She quickly grinned. "Merry Christmas!"
Jack walked forward, peering at the table and the remains of the tray. "Don't tell me you used some of our butter to..."
"Not some," Cam replied, trying to swallow the rest of the cookie in his mouth. "All."
"All?" Jack's eyebrows flew upward and his eyes hardened to steel. He turned his glare to Sam. "You used all of our butter to make... cookies??"
She swallowed and licked the sugar from her lips. "Um. Yes."
"It's Christmas," Cam protested. "And we haven't had a cookie in five years... " He trailed away.
"Do you know how much I had to trade for one pound of butter?"
"I know," Sam said, a little crossly. "I made the whiskey, after all."
He turned on her. "Then you know that we could have used it to get gasoline or bullets or even coffee!"
She shook her head, holding his gaze. "I don't care."
Jack narrowed his eyes at her and then slid his glance to Cameron. Cam held up a piece of now-cool cookie and held it out to him. "Try it," he said, quietly.
Jack resisted at first, lips set in a sullen line, eyes grumpily glaring holes in Cam. Cam slid it closer, and Jack finally opened his mouth, taking a bite as Cam fed it to him. He chewed slowly.
Sam and Cam exchanged glances and then watched him carefully. Jack's chewing slowed. His gaze flickered from one of them to the other, and then his eyelids sank closed and he made a soft, wordless sound that was breathless in its quality.
Sam smiled, and she heard Cam start laughing.
"If you ate all of them I'm going to kill you both," Jack warned, eyes still closed.
Sam glanced toward the small roll of cold dough still left in the bowl. "We have enough for one more batch."
Jack opened his eyes and reached down to take the last cookie, stuffing it all into his mouth in two bites. "Thah's ih?" he asked through a mouthful of dough.
"Until we get more butter," Cam teased, casting an amused glance at Sam.
Jack swallowed and closed his eyes again. "We'll get more."
~end~
Iz too cute, yes? Should be followed up by hot porn, no? :)
I also had a Team (original) OT4 snippet idea, but it's too close to some of the other ficlets already written, so I will haz to change it...