TITLE: Breaking The Habit
STORY STATUS: Complete
SEQUEL/SERIES INFO: None
CATEGORIES: Humor, Fluff
PAIRINGS: Sam & Jack
CONTENT WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: The team have a gathering after the events of Metamorphosis.
ARCHIVE PERMISSIONS: Dyiallias II, Jackfic, All others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: Sadly the Stargate and it's characters don't belong to me, but
are the property of Showtime, Gekko, MGM . hence I don't not earn money
from posting this, I just wrote it for pure entertainments value. Blah Blah
FILE SIZE: 38kb
STORY URL: None
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I gotta thank Tara, not only for Betaing, but for putting
up with my persistence to write this when we have a couple of stories on
the backburner that we *should* be working on. Getting on to it now babe, I
Breaking The Habit
It was a groan that drew his attention away from what he was watching, who
he was watching. A groan, a reminder that all he could really do was watch
from a distance, and to try and make sure that it wasn't noticed that he
spent any extraordinary length of time with his attention focussed on one
person in particular.
It also reminded him that they weren't alone, and that they couldn't be
alone. That he didn't trust himself, or his actions, should they be alone.
His eyes slid to the floor underneath the coffee table, where Jonas Quinn
was lying, his knees drawn up to his chest and his face drawn and taking on
a distinctly green hue. Had Jack been in any other state than the one he
was presently in, he might have cared a bit more, but his interest drifted
back to the sofa, and the woman that lay fast asleep upon it, and oblivious
to his attention.
And she looked gorgeous. She always did, and he knew that she always would
to him. Her face was still slightly gaunt and pale, but only a week had
passed since she'd been put in Nirrti's machine, and he was certain that
she hadn't been eating or sleeping properly since that day.
For that matter neither had he.
It was part of the reason he had decided that they had this get together
tonight, to put that little ordeal behind them and unwind. They all needed
to unwind. He sure as hell knew that he did, and the energetic exuberance
and subsequent over-indulgence of his team told him that they felt the same
way. And at least he got to spend the evening sneaking glances at her.
"Jack?" Jonas' voice was strained and pathetic, mewing softly from his
position under the table. "I think I'm going to be sick!"
Those were the only words that could have prompted any action from Jack in
the moment. The last thing he wanted was to spend the rest of the night
cleaning vomit off his rug. Bolting out of his armchair he manhandled
Jonas into standing and all but pushed him up the hallway and into the
As Jonas shot towards the toilet, Jack stepped out of the room and pulled
the door shut. He shook his head in mirth. He had never thought it would
be possible to meet someone that handled alcohol worse than Daniel had, but
he was certain that Jonas had only had one, maybe two, beers the whole
Which reminded him, he was starting to feel a little parched. Walking back
down the hall, he snagged another beer out of the kitchen and tried not to
stagger as he made his way back into the living room and settled himself
back into his armchair. Popping the cap off the bottle, he took a long
draught and resumed his observation of the sleeping woman on his sofa.
And tried to ignore the rampant urgings that ran through his head.
"Is he okay?"
She hadn't moved, her eyes hadn't opened and yet it appeared she was wide
awake. Jack shifted uncomfortably in his chair, wondering if she had
noticed him watching her.
"He's a cheap drunk," Jack snorted. "He'll be fine."
Sam's eyes opened then, those striking blue eyes meeting his and a smile
lighting her tired face. "So, are you just going to sit there and watch
me, or are you going to offer me a drink?"
Was she . flirting? Jack stared at her for a moment, feeling a pang of
surprise. There was no discomfort in her face, no annoyance that he had
been watching her. If anything she had seemed amused. But Carter .
He watched her as she pushed herself up. He watched as she leaned forward,
reaching out . only to snag his bottle of beer from his fingers, a sultry
smile on her lips. He froze as her fingers brushed his momentarily, and he
could only watch as she raised the bottle to her lips and tipped the
bottle, her tongue darting quickly down into the neck of the bottle.
Jack blinked and swallowed, shifting in his seat. *She didn't just do
that, she couldn't have. She isn't flirting. Carter doesn't flirt.* Yet,
he knew what he saw, he was certain that he'd seen her do that.
The bottle was placed back into his hand, but his eyes were glued to her
face, watching ardently as she slowly licked her lips, that sultry smile
alighting her face.
She moved too quickly for him to react. One moment she was sitting on the
sofa and the next she had managed to cross the gap that separated them and
plant herself squarely onto his lap. Correction, she was straddling his
Jack's eyes slid shut for a moment against his will as he tried to fight
the surge of emotions, and the tingling of arousal, that she was causing in
him. *This is oh so wrong.*
And then he felt it. The subtle shifting of her body, her hand gently
pressing against his chest, and her mouth, wet and warm pressed against
his. His commonsense fled him as he reacted instinctively to her touch.
Her hands were everywhere, if that were even possible. Tangled in his
hair, sliding down his face, down his body, cupping his butt as her tongue
sought entrance into his mouth.
*Oh my god!*
It was wrong in so many ways. They were drunk. They could be court
martialled for this. They were risking their careers. They were drunk.
But as the kiss deepened, as her hand slid under his shirt and caressed the
skin of his stomach, he suddenly didn't care.
Besides, she started it, and he never in a million years would have guessed
that she would ever start it. And, wow, she tasted good.
Footsteps in the hallway brought his attention back to the present. The
clearing of a throat forced Carter to freeze and break the kiss, and two
pairs of sheepish eyes turned to meet the embarrassed face of Jonas Quinn
and the neutral expression on Teal'c's.
But she didn't move.
Her hand was still tangled in his hair, her other hand still pressed flat
against his stomach as she panted softly. She didn't even have the
audacity to look embarrassed. And she just looked so darn cute perched
there on his lap, her cheeks rosy, her lips kiss swollen.
"I . ah . we're going to go now," Jonas managed to stammer, his voice
sounded strained and weak. "I'm not feeling the best, I think I should
head back to the base and get some sleep."
"Okay," Jack answered, his attention almost completely taken up by Carter.
"We'll see you both tomorrow." He barely heard them as they said their
replies and left the house.
He just said "we". We as in couple "we". When did that happen? Did one
kiss constitute as a we? Hell, they hadn't even discussed it.
Sam snorted. "*We'll* see them tomorrow?" she laughed. She ducked her
head down, finding his neck with her lips and gently sucking for a moment.
"I like the sound of that. How about we go to bed?" she whispered
Jack groaned. "We're drunk. We're not thinking straight," he reasoned.
She was tugging at the collar of his shirt, kissing her way slowly down his
neck as she fumbled with the top button of his shirt. "I'm thinking
clearer than I have in a long time," she murmured, her voice vibrating
gently against the skin of his collarbone.
"Really?" he managed to choke out. How can I be thinking clearly when
she's doing that to me?
"Really," she repeated, finally looking up to meet his eyes. She looked
perfectly sober to him. "I've been thinking clearly ever since . for the
last week, and I want this as much as I can tell you do."
It was all he needed to hear. Growling softly, he wrapped his arms about
her and stood, ready to exact punishment.
They could sort out the finer details tomorrow.
Jonas glanced at Teal'c as the Jaffa pulled the car out of the driveway,
his burgeoning headache and queasy stomach temporarily forgotten. "What
just happened back there?"
Teal'c's eyes slid to him for a moment before shifting back to the road.
"I believe it was pretty obvious, Jonas Quinn."
Jonas shook his head in disbelief. "But the Colonel and Sam . I didn't
realize they were a couple, I mean, I knew there was feelings there, that
much was obvious, but a relationship."
For a brief moment he was certain he saw a smile drift across the Jaffa's
face. "They were not, until tonight," Teal'c responded. "I believe it
would be prudent if we were not to mention this to anyone."
Jonas nodded. The same thought had crossed his mind too, he'd heard about
the regulations. "My lips are sealed."
A sound escaped Teal'c's lips, something akin to a laugh. "As are mine."
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