TITLE: Casting The Line
STORY STATUS: Complete
SEQUEL/SERIES INFO: Sequel to Baiting The Hook
CATEGORIES: Humor, Fluff
PAIRINGS: Sam & Jack
CONTENT WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Sequel to Baiting The Hook.
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: 35kb
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
Casting The Line
It had been the strangest week ever.
For Jack that was saying a lot considering that every week for him brought
with it something new and strange. But this week definitely topped it.
To begin with, there was the whole thing with Sam crawling into his bed in
the middle of the night and seducing him. Sam. It was strange getting
used to calling her that, then even . weirder having to call her Carter or
Major again once they'd returned to work.
Then there was the whole scene with Jacob Carter, or maybe it was Jacob
staying at the cabin while Jack slept with his daughter . while his
daughter wanted to do . *things*. Yeah, that was pretty much top on the
And there was the whole keeping it low key and off base thing. That was by
far the most difficult part of coming back to work. He couldn't help
himself if he wanted to walk into her lab when she was busy working and
wrap his arms around her, or play footsies when they were eating in the
commissary . or even when he wanted to drag her into an empty supply closet
and ravage her.
*Hmmm . maybe that isn't such a bad idea.*
They'd been back on the base for three days. He had found himself straying
past her lab at least once an hour, occasionally popping in to say hi,
occasionally just standing in the doorway watching her as she worked,
wondering what it is she saw in him.
Sometimes she seemed to feel his eyes on her, look up and give him that
smile; that one that seemed reserved for him alone. He'd grin back and
keep on watching her. He couldn't help himself; he just had to see her.
He just hoped that General Hammond didn't suspect that anything was up
between them. Yet even despite that one niggling worry he couldn't stop
Which was precisely why he'd just come to a halt outside her lab.
The sound of voices filtered out to him from inside the lab and he stopped
for a moment to listen. He groaned inwardly when he realized it was Sam
and Janet. It sounded to him like the doctor was grilling her about the
last week . again.
"Oh, come on Sam! You're glowing!" he heard Janet announce, sounding the
slightest bit peevish. Obviously she wasn't getting any information out of
her. "If you'd met someone you would have told me!"
Jack peeked around the door frame, thankful that Janet's back was to the
door. He could see Sam, pretending to be absorbed in the doohickey on the
table in front of her. "Janet," she muttered, sounding exasperated. "For
the tenth time, nothing happened. If I'm glowing it's because I'm feeling
really relaxed after having my first vacation in years!"
"I don't believe you!"
"Then don't! But I'm telling you the truth Janet!"
Jack couldn't handle the exasperation in Sam's voice any more. Stepping
into view he rapped lightly on the doorframe, not missing the small smile
that lit Sam's face. Neither for that matter, did it seem that Janet
missed it either, as she turned to face him, suspicion lighting her face.
"Janet!" Jack announced, trying to pretend that he was in a rush. "I've
been searching everywhere for you! Jonas needs to see you in the
Infirmary; he thinks he's coming down with something again."
Janet muttered something about Jonas and Gray's Anatomy as she brushed past
him and out of the lab, but Jack wasn't listening, his attention on Sam as
she sat back down on her stool and ran a hand through her hair.
She shot him a grateful smile, her eyes inviting him deeper into the room.
"I know, I know," she muttered quietly.
"You know what?" Jack asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible,
despite knowing exactly what she was talking about.
He stopped once he reached the table making sure he kept himself on the
opposite side of it as she shot him an imploring look. "I owe you one,"
she told him through clenched teeth.
"Oh, yeah. You sure do." He put his hands on the table and leaned towards
her. "Should I meet you in the supply closet down the corridor in ten
minutes?" he whispered conspiratorially, delighting in the look of shock
that filled her face.
He put his hands up placatingly, but couldn't prevent the mischievous grin
that suddenly spread across his face. "Joking, of course . unless you want
Sam shot him a dirty look and crossed her arms over her chest. "How about
you go and lock yourself in the supply closet . I'm sure you can amuse
yourself for a while."
Jack snorted. "Wouldn't be as much fun without you," he joked, lowering
his voice. "How about your place, seven o'clock?"
"I think I can manage that."
Sam hated running late, she loathed it, and she knew as she parked her car
behind Jack's truck that it was her own fault that she was so late. She
was the one that got so engrossed in her work that she lost all track of
Hopping out of the car, she hurried up the path, setting the alarm as she
went. Jack was always on time, which meant he'd been waiting on her front
doorstep for a good forty-five minutes. Oh, he was going to be so angry.
But as she stepped up onto her porch he wasn't there waiting for her and he
certainly didn't have a key to her house yet.
She glanced back at his truck. He wasn't in that either. Shrugging to
herself she slid the key into the lock and opened the door. A pair of
hands settled on her waist from behind as she began to step through the
doorway, startling her for an instant before she realized it was Jack.
And then his lips were pressing against her neck as he guided her forward
into the house. The door slammed behind them, but his lips continued their
assault on her neck, and he continued pressing her onwards.
She moaned softly as his lips moved up, suckling gently on her earlobe as
one of his hands slid up and under her shirt. She could definitely come
home to this reception every day.
Sam tore her lips away from his, gasping softly, "What about dinner?"
Jack's hand began fumbling at the button on her blouse as his lips began to
slowly descend to her neck. "Dinner can wait. Do you have any idea how
much I wanted to drag you into a supply closet and ravage you today?"
He nipped lightly at her throat, his eyes lighting with desire and
mischievousness. Sam moaned softly and allowed her eyes to slide shut.
Come to think of it, she wasn't particularly hungry at the moment.
"I'm getting that idea right now," she murmured, cupping his face and
bringing her lips back to his.
The room lit up briefly, though Sam barely noticed as Jack ripped
impatiently at her shirt at the same time, sending the buttons scattering
across the floor. Then his lips were on her throat and travelling swiftly
lower, to her collarbone, and any thoughts that there might be a storm
outside and that it was a little odd for this sort of weather in the middle
of summer, fled her mind.
Until the room lit up again.
And instead of rolling thunder there was a soft chortle.
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