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surrealphantast wrote OT3 which was smart and angsty and hot and I have to now counter with Sam/Cam because that is the deal.
Title: Simply Met
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Cam/Sam
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 3,137
Spoilers: None
Notes: A prequel to Simply There but you can read one without the other.
Thanks to *superfox* for the super quick beta.
** My href tag did not work so this posted in entirety for a few secs. Apologies for anyone that happened to refresh right at that moment!!**
Summary: “I’m ruining this, aren’t I?” Cameron didn’t know what it was about this woman, he was usually very good at the casual hook up. He supposed it might have something to do with there being nothing casual about her. Daunting yes, and more beautiful up close than from across a room, but not casual.
A sharp jab to the ribs had Cameron looking up and around.
“There’s that deep space telemetry chick.”
Cameron gave Arnold Jenkins a slow-blink, just to give him a chance to correct what he had just said because surely he didn’t live in a world where someone described a fellow officer as the deep space telemetry chick, but Arnold was grinning and had one eyebrow raised. Cameron sighed heavily and curled a protective arm around the beer he had been nursing for the better part of three hours.
“Arnold, I don’t think-“ he began, but then his eyes lit on the subject in question and his brain kind of skipped a track. The words tall, blonde and hoo boy were all that were available right up until he noticed who she was standing next to.
“Wait, isn’t that Colonel O’Neill?” he asked, eyeing the silver haired individual at her side that would glare like a protective Rottweiler every time someone approached them.
“I think so,” Arnold nodded. “Didn’t he almost…” Arnold held up a hand with thumb and index finger at ninety degrees in an unmistakable gesture and cocked his thumb. To Cameron’s horror, O’Neill chose that very second to look in their direction.
Cameron took a step sideways but wasn’t sure it was enough to save his career. He watched as General Hammond came up behind the pair and clapped O’Neill on the shoulder with a broad grin, followed by a man in glasses in a nice charcoal suit. O’Neill took a second before turning back to his group to narrow his eyes dangerously at Arnold and then his gaze flicked to Cameron and he knew he’d just been killed by association.
Dammit.
As he watched, the man in the suit hooked an arm around the blonde’s waist and leant sideways to say something into her ear which she laughed indulgently at, reaching forward to tangle fingers in his hair and tug playfully. All the while they were watched by O’Neill who, up until that moment had looked like he would rip the head off anyone who came close to her, but now was merely smiling and even reached out his own hand to ruffle the man’s hair like he was twelve, at which was heard across the room an indignant “Jack!”
Dammit twice.
***
Cameron jerked upright when the door to the room he’d sequestered himself in, okay he had to admit, was hiding in slammed open and closed. He was thankful that he’d finally gotten around to the last sip of his night-long beer as the glass slipped out of his fingers and thunked onto the carpet with his movement and a figure crossed into the shaft of light that was filtering through the tall windows.
“Ah, sorry, I didn’t know this room was going to be used for anything,” Cameron apologised in a rush and the figure whipped around, obviously startled and he was able to make out that it was the blonde from earlier. He slid off the table he’d been collapsed on and rescued his jacket from the chair back beside it.
“No, I just needed…” she gave a hollow laugh. “Sorry, just trying to escape the party.”
Cameron snorted. “Me too,” he agreed amiably, edging towards the door because he was getting the ‘alone time needed’ vibe from her, but just as he was going to make a break for it, she reached out and grasped his sleeve gently.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where they keep the hard stuff would you?”
Cameron halted his escape and cocked his head. “Can you keep a secret?”
When the blonde grinned he thought to hell with it, might as well chuck my career in style.
***
“You’re a good man Ramon,” Cameron took the proffered bottle of scotch and the waiter tipped him a wink.
“Do you befriend people everywhere you go?” the woman asked, sliding up onto one of the polished steel tables in the back of the kitchen area. The party had been in the later stages when Cameron had made his escape and most of the kitchen was deserted, all of the nibblies having been served and the harder drinking portion of the night beginning.
“Ramon’s from my old neighbourhood,” Cameron pulled himself up onto the table opposite, leaning sideways to snag two glasses but then abandoning them when the blonde merely undid the cap on the scotch and took a healthy belt before passing the bottle over.
“Handy,” she noted, tugging her jacket off and undoing the top button of her dress shirt.
“I’m Cameron by the way,” Cameron introduced as he handed the bottle back. He knew it was cheeky giving her a first name only without the rank and title, especially considering they were at a Washington mixer for new promotions, but she merely smiled and held out the hand not occupied holding the scotch and responded, “Sam.”
Cameron shrugged off his own jacket and draped it across his lap, tugging loose the damnable tie next. “So, is your boyfriend going to look for you in here?” he asked and that earned him an eyebrow arch and a smirk around the mouth of the scotch.
“Are you always this forward Cameron?” she asked and Cameron held up his hands, blinking in mock-innocence.
“Hey, just asking a question here.”
“Well, someone might come looking for me, but not my boyfriend.”
“So who was the guy in the suit?”
Sam looked confused for a second, then her face cleared and she grinned again, passing the bottle back. “Daniel? No, he’s just a friend.”
“Looked like a civilian to me.”
“Well, that’s because he is. He’s an archaeologist. Doctor Daniel Jackson.”
Cameron frowned for a second. “I’ve heard that name before. Where have I heard that name before?”
Sam took the bottle back from him slower than last time, biting her lip. “He’s in Cheyenne Mountain with me as part of my project. He’s-“
“No, I know where I’ve heard that name before. Pretty spectacular fall from grace. Something about aliens and pyramids being landing platforms. Pretty crazy stuff.” Cameron watched with interest as Sam tensed and then braced her hands on the table, looking like she was going to drop to her feet. Cameron tried for his most disarming smile. “I liked his ideas. Made a hell of a lot more sense than what was in the history books, plus, way more fun.”
Sam relaxed the tiniest bit but still looked wary. “I don’t meet many Air force Majors that would know someone in the archaeology field.”
Cameron shrugged. “I’m well read and a bit of a sponge.” The scotch was starting to make him feel warm and tingly and he liked a great deal the flush of colour it had put on Sam’s cheeks. He didn’t know what exactly it was, but he’d obviously stumbled into a conversational minefield where this Doctor Jackson was concerned and he was happy to drop it.
“So, I know why I was hiding, why were you?”
Sam rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t hiding,” she protested. “Well, not entirely anyway. I just hate that look that people get when they deal with me. They don’t know what to make of me.”
“Because of the deep space thingie?” Cameron asked and saw Sam’s eyes narrow. He really had to take it easy on the alcohol because he realised he was saying the wrong thing time and again. “Someone mentioned it. Like I said, sponge,” Cameron said with a double-tap to his temple.
“Well, yes. They all look at me like I took this great big detour in my career and hit a dead end for some reason and they all want to know why.”
“The innuendo and rumour flying thick and fast?” Cameron guessed. In the back of his mind, Cameron was putting things together. He’d heard the name Sam in relation to Colonel O’Neill before. He seemed to remember that there was almost an awe that surrounded Colonel O’Neill, the man feared and revered in equal measure. Yes, there had been the rumours of attempted suicide but there was something else. Something to do with a Sam Carter.
Cameron hated his brain sometimes.
“Is your hotel nearby?” Sam asked, sliding off the table and smoothing down her skirt. It took Cameron a moment to register what she had said and then he was scrambling to his feet and pulling on his jacket.
***
Sam kicked off the practical dark blue heels as soon as she was through the hotel door and padded across to the bar in stockinged feet. Cameron took off his jacket and pulled his tie the whole way off, dropping both on a nearby chair. “You mind?” she asked, lining up the small mini-bar bottles along the bar top and Cameron shrugged.
“Airforce’s dollar.”
They were the same rank and so neither of them had anything particularly to gain, but Cameron was a man of principle and liked to clear the air early.
“I’m not trying to get anything from you,” he said and Sam stopped her careful lining up of the drinks to look at him for a beat.
“I don’t think that’s true,” she said and Cameron sighed and dropped onto the nearest couch.
“No, I mean, yes I knew what you did and that might bug you later and I don’t want you to think that I’d, you know, targeted you in any way.”
Sam, who’d found she couldn’t open one of the small bottles of whiskey the conventional way, was attempting to pry the lid loose with her teeth. “I don’t think that,” she said around the bottle although it came out more like “I ‘on’t ink at.”
“But you might, in the cold light of morning without the benefit of booze in your bloodstream. I’m saying-“
“Are you trying to talk your way out of this?” Sam asked, finally pausing in what she was doing to lay her palms flat on the bar surface and stare him down. “Wow,” she sighed. “A girl tries to pick up an easy flyboy…”
“Now, now. I’m not saying I’m not an easy flyboy. I’m just saying I’d like to get any morning awkwardness out of the way early so in the morning there’ll just be pancakes.” Sam stared at him for a few more moments before dissolving into hopeless giggles.
“I don’t know whether that’s the most adorable or weirdest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she managed between snuffles. “Does everything in my life have to be surreal?”
“I’m ruining this, aren’t I?” Cameron didn’t know what it was about this woman. He was usually very good at the casual hook up. He supposed it might have something to do with there being nothing casual about her. Daunting yes, and more beautiful up close than from across a room, but not casual.
Sam had skirted around the bar and now came to the couch he was sitting on, dropping knees onto either side of his legs and pulling her skirt up high so she could sit, lacing hands behind his head. “I think it’s salvageable, but I’m revoking your talking privileges.”
Cameron snorted. “Fair enough.”
Sam leaned forward, forehead on his shoulder and arms around her back and he’s wondering what she was doing until there was the faint snicker-slide of a zipper and then she leaned up further and suddenly her skirt was up and over her head and gone. She settled back into his lap and if he thought the alcohol blush on her cheeks was lovely before then the spreading of colour down her throat and disappearing under her dress shirt was just breathtaking.
Not really sure where to put his hands, he settled for trailing fingers along the outsides of her thighs and realised that she wasn’t actually wearing stockings before but the light honey colour was actually her and he was wondering just where she got a tan like that in Colorado when her hand appeared before his face and she waggled her fingers. “Little help?” she prodded and Cameron furrowed his brow, but then grinned and circled her wrist with his fingers, bringing her hand to his mouth and he licked a broad stripe up her hand.
Her other hand had made short work of his belt and it sailed in the direction of her skirt and then there was another snicker-slide and suddenly her hand was around him and he nearly jerked off the couch, dumping her onto the floor. He managed to save it at the last moment, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her flush against him, with only her hand between them and he thought bless the girls with big hands.
She was moving, and Cameron belatedly realised that her one hand was doing double-duty, ripping sensation through him while stroking herself with her thumb. He leaned forward, arms going around to her back so that the curve of her spine fit perfectly and licked at the line of colour on her collar bone, her hand moving in a steady rhythm all the while that he was awed by. He adjusted so that her weight was supported by one of his arms and brought his other around so that he could deal with her shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it to her shoulders.
One handed, he flicked her bra open at the back and pushed that aside too and she chuckled low. “Talented,” she murmured, her voice catching and tugging deep in his belly, her pupils blown so wide that he could hardly see the blue surrounding the black and he knew that proceedings were going to come to a very quick end if he didn’t slow them down.
Bracing himself, he stood up, his free hand going underneath her and Sam automatically dislodged her own hand and wrapped it around his neck, legs hooking at the base of his spine. He walked them over to the day bed on the other side of the room, Sam nipping little feathery kisses along his jaw line that made sure as hell that he didn’t lose interest in the proceedings and then he turned and lowered himself onto it, Sam still above him because that seemed to work pretty well.
Entangled limbs and all-engulfing kisses left them both gasping and while there was a couple of awkward bashing of noses and limbs and giggles, when Sam had snaked down his body and engulfed him in a swallow, Cameron had shouted embarrassingly loudly. When she’d clawed back up he changed position until he could push forward and grasp her thighs, pulling her toward him.
When her thighs trembled in his hands and she let out a low keening moan, Cameron had only a moment to think I am in trouble when her whole body tensed and then snapped forward. Even though he’d thought he’d been spent, he was hard again only moments later like he was seventeen and Sam was grinning and reaching for him and he was letting her.
***
Cameron cracked open an eye and then the other when the whisper quiet sound of material cut through his sleep addled mind. Sam was zipping up her skirt at the back while stepping into a shoe at the same time and Cameron had always marvelled at the way women dressed. He leant up on one elbow and snagged her shirt when she reached for it, making her tug it out of his grasp.
“There were going to be pancakes,” he grumbled and Sam tipped him a grin, stepping aside so he could see that there was a room service cart sitting close to the bed. Cameron chuckled and sat up, draping the sheet around his middle as Sam pulled the cart closer to the bed and sat down next to him, taking covers off trays of pancakes, cream and fruit preserves and then pouring them both a juice each.
They devoured at least half the pancakes in companiable silence before Sam swivelled to face Cameron, bringing a knee up to her chin and wrapping her arms around it. Cameron waved a fork at her. “Nuh, uh. No awkward morning conversation. We had a deal.”
“I don’t remember there being a deal,” Sam countered, arresting his fork and setting it down on the tray. “I remember you babbling a lot and trying to break the mood, but no deal.”
“Oh, I’m wounded,” Cameron complained, rubbing his chest to indicate the depth of his hurt and Sam sighed.
“Look, I don’t want an awkward morning-after conversation. I just wanted to say that this was great but it can’t happen again.”
“Oh, right. That conversation,” Cameron groaned, dropping back full length onto the bed and draping an arm over his eyes.
“Hey, pay attention. I wanted a fling and you ruined it,” Sam said, tapping his arm with her fingers.
“I what? I didn’t hear you complaining!”
Sam snorted. “What I mean is, I wanted a nice anonymous release of tension and you had to be all sweet and cute and likable.”
“Oh, well, that’s alright then, I think.” Cameron sat back up, eyeing Sam as she stood. She crossed the room and retrieved her jacket, running fingers through her hair as she moved. Cameron slid off the bed, wrapping the sheet around him and crossed to the small desk in the room, tearing a slip of paper free of the hotel pad.
“No, no numbers,” Sam protested, moving towards the door.
“Look, just… just take it. You don’t ever have to use it and I won’t ask for yours,” Cameron said, scribbling his home and base extension on the page and holding it out. When Sam bit her lip and hesitated, he tried his most rakish grin. “You can throw it in the trash as soon as you’re out of my sight and I’ll never know. What’s the harm?”
“Famous last words,” Sam grumbled, stepping forward and snatching the piece of paper out of his grasp and balling it into her fist. Her expression softened and she stepped into his space, pressing a kiss at the corner of his mouth. She did it perhaps to hide opening the door behind herself, because when she broke the kiss, she stepped backwards and was gone.
Cameron waited a few moments and then opened the door quietly, leaning around the frame to look down the hallway. Sam was already at the elevator, leaning on the down button with one hand and holding his number in the other. There was a waste bin at the elevator door and he saw her look at it twice, before finally smoothing the piece of paper on her leg and then tucking it into her jacket.
Cameron eased back inside and pulled the door closed, leaning his forehead against the wood.
surrealphantast wrote OT3 which was smart and angsty and hot and I have to now counter with Sam/Cam because that is the deal. Title: Simply Met
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Cam/Sam
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 3,137
Spoilers: None
Notes: A prequel to Simply There but you can read one without the other.
Thanks to *superfox* for the super quick beta.
** My href tag did not work so this posted in entirety for a few secs. Apologies for anyone that happened to refresh right at that moment!!**
Summary: “I’m ruining this, aren’t I?” Cameron didn’t know what it was about this woman, he was usually very good at the casual hook up. He supposed it might have something to do with there being nothing casual about her. Daunting yes, and more beautiful up close than from across a room, but not casual.
A sharp jab to the ribs had Cameron looking up and around.
“There’s that deep space telemetry chick.”
Cameron gave Arnold Jenkins a slow-blink, just to give him a chance to correct what he had just said because surely he didn’t live in a world where someone described a fellow officer as the deep space telemetry chick, but Arnold was grinning and had one eyebrow raised. Cameron sighed heavily and curled a protective arm around the beer he had been nursing for the better part of three hours.
“Arnold, I don’t think-“ he began, but then his eyes lit on the subject in question and his brain kind of skipped a track. The words tall, blonde and hoo boy were all that were available right up until he noticed who she was standing next to.
“Wait, isn’t that Colonel O’Neill?” he asked, eyeing the silver haired individual at her side that would glare like a protective Rottweiler every time someone approached them.
“I think so,” Arnold nodded. “Didn’t he almost…” Arnold held up a hand with thumb and index finger at ninety degrees in an unmistakable gesture and cocked his thumb. To Cameron’s horror, O’Neill chose that very second to look in their direction.
Cameron took a step sideways but wasn’t sure it was enough to save his career. He watched as General Hammond came up behind the pair and clapped O’Neill on the shoulder with a broad grin, followed by a man in glasses in a nice charcoal suit. O’Neill took a second before turning back to his group to narrow his eyes dangerously at Arnold and then his gaze flicked to Cameron and he knew he’d just been killed by association.
Dammit.
As he watched, the man in the suit hooked an arm around the blonde’s waist and leant sideways to say something into her ear which she laughed indulgently at, reaching forward to tangle fingers in his hair and tug playfully. All the while they were watched by O’Neill who, up until that moment had looked like he would rip the head off anyone who came close to her, but now was merely smiling and even reached out his own hand to ruffle the man’s hair like he was twelve, at which was heard across the room an indignant “Jack!”
Dammit twice.
Cameron jerked upright when the door to the room he’d sequestered himself in, okay he had to admit, was hiding in slammed open and closed. He was thankful that he’d finally gotten around to the last sip of his night-long beer as the glass slipped out of his fingers and thunked onto the carpet with his movement and a figure crossed into the shaft of light that was filtering through the tall windows.
“Ah, sorry, I didn’t know this room was going to be used for anything,” Cameron apologised in a rush and the figure whipped around, obviously startled and he was able to make out that it was the blonde from earlier. He slid off the table he’d been collapsed on and rescued his jacket from the chair back beside it.
“No, I just needed…” she gave a hollow laugh. “Sorry, just trying to escape the party.”
Cameron snorted. “Me too,” he agreed amiably, edging towards the door because he was getting the ‘alone time needed’ vibe from her, but just as he was going to make a break for it, she reached out and grasped his sleeve gently.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where they keep the hard stuff would you?”
Cameron halted his escape and cocked his head. “Can you keep a secret?”
When the blonde grinned he thought to hell with it, might as well chuck my career in style.
“You’re a good man Ramon,” Cameron took the proffered bottle of scotch and the waiter tipped him a wink.
“Do you befriend people everywhere you go?” the woman asked, sliding up onto one of the polished steel tables in the back of the kitchen area. The party had been in the later stages when Cameron had made his escape and most of the kitchen was deserted, all of the nibblies having been served and the harder drinking portion of the night beginning.
“Ramon’s from my old neighbourhood,” Cameron pulled himself up onto the table opposite, leaning sideways to snag two glasses but then abandoning them when the blonde merely undid the cap on the scotch and took a healthy belt before passing the bottle over.
“Handy,” she noted, tugging her jacket off and undoing the top button of her dress shirt.
“I’m Cameron by the way,” Cameron introduced as he handed the bottle back. He knew it was cheeky giving her a first name only without the rank and title, especially considering they were at a Washington mixer for new promotions, but she merely smiled and held out the hand not occupied holding the scotch and responded, “Sam.”
Cameron shrugged off his own jacket and draped it across his lap, tugging loose the damnable tie next. “So, is your boyfriend going to look for you in here?” he asked and that earned him an eyebrow arch and a smirk around the mouth of the scotch.
“Are you always this forward Cameron?” she asked and Cameron held up his hands, blinking in mock-innocence.
“Hey, just asking a question here.”
“Well, someone might come looking for me, but not my boyfriend.”
“So who was the guy in the suit?”
Sam looked confused for a second, then her face cleared and she grinned again, passing the bottle back. “Daniel? No, he’s just a friend.”
“Looked like a civilian to me.”
“Well, that’s because he is. He’s an archaeologist. Doctor Daniel Jackson.”
Cameron frowned for a second. “I’ve heard that name before. Where have I heard that name before?”
Sam took the bottle back from him slower than last time, biting her lip. “He’s in Cheyenne Mountain with me as part of my project. He’s-“
“No, I know where I’ve heard that name before. Pretty spectacular fall from grace. Something about aliens and pyramids being landing platforms. Pretty crazy stuff.” Cameron watched with interest as Sam tensed and then braced her hands on the table, looking like she was going to drop to her feet. Cameron tried for his most disarming smile. “I liked his ideas. Made a hell of a lot more sense than what was in the history books, plus, way more fun.”
Sam relaxed the tiniest bit but still looked wary. “I don’t meet many Air force Majors that would know someone in the archaeology field.”
Cameron shrugged. “I’m well read and a bit of a sponge.” The scotch was starting to make him feel warm and tingly and he liked a great deal the flush of colour it had put on Sam’s cheeks. He didn’t know what exactly it was, but he’d obviously stumbled into a conversational minefield where this Doctor Jackson was concerned and he was happy to drop it.
“So, I know why I was hiding, why were you?”
Sam rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t hiding,” she protested. “Well, not entirely anyway. I just hate that look that people get when they deal with me. They don’t know what to make of me.”
“Because of the deep space thingie?” Cameron asked and saw Sam’s eyes narrow. He really had to take it easy on the alcohol because he realised he was saying the wrong thing time and again. “Someone mentioned it. Like I said, sponge,” Cameron said with a double-tap to his temple.
“Well, yes. They all look at me like I took this great big detour in my career and hit a dead end for some reason and they all want to know why.”
“The innuendo and rumour flying thick and fast?” Cameron guessed. In the back of his mind, Cameron was putting things together. He’d heard the name Sam in relation to Colonel O’Neill before. He seemed to remember that there was almost an awe that surrounded Colonel O’Neill, the man feared and revered in equal measure. Yes, there had been the rumours of attempted suicide but there was something else. Something to do with a Sam Carter.
Cameron hated his brain sometimes.
“Is your hotel nearby?” Sam asked, sliding off the table and smoothing down her skirt. It took Cameron a moment to register what she had said and then he was scrambling to his feet and pulling on his jacket.
Sam kicked off the practical dark blue heels as soon as she was through the hotel door and padded across to the bar in stockinged feet. Cameron took off his jacket and pulled his tie the whole way off, dropping both on a nearby chair. “You mind?” she asked, lining up the small mini-bar bottles along the bar top and Cameron shrugged.
“Airforce’s dollar.”
They were the same rank and so neither of them had anything particularly to gain, but Cameron was a man of principle and liked to clear the air early.
“I’m not trying to get anything from you,” he said and Sam stopped her careful lining up of the drinks to look at him for a beat.
“I don’t think that’s true,” she said and Cameron sighed and dropped onto the nearest couch.
“No, I mean, yes I knew what you did and that might bug you later and I don’t want you to think that I’d, you know, targeted you in any way.”
Sam, who’d found she couldn’t open one of the small bottles of whiskey the conventional way, was attempting to pry the lid loose with her teeth. “I don’t think that,” she said around the bottle although it came out more like “I ‘on’t ink at.”
“But you might, in the cold light of morning without the benefit of booze in your bloodstream. I’m saying-“
“Are you trying to talk your way out of this?” Sam asked, finally pausing in what she was doing to lay her palms flat on the bar surface and stare him down. “Wow,” she sighed. “A girl tries to pick up an easy flyboy…”
“Now, now. I’m not saying I’m not an easy flyboy. I’m just saying I’d like to get any morning awkwardness out of the way early so in the morning there’ll just be pancakes.” Sam stared at him for a few more moments before dissolving into hopeless giggles.
“I don’t know whether that’s the most adorable or weirdest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she managed between snuffles. “Does everything in my life have to be surreal?”
“I’m ruining this, aren’t I?” Cameron didn’t know what it was about this woman. He was usually very good at the casual hook up. He supposed it might have something to do with there being nothing casual about her. Daunting yes, and more beautiful up close than from across a room, but not casual.
Sam had skirted around the bar and now came to the couch he was sitting on, dropping knees onto either side of his legs and pulling her skirt up high so she could sit, lacing hands behind his head. “I think it’s salvageable, but I’m revoking your talking privileges.”
Cameron snorted. “Fair enough.”
Sam leaned forward, forehead on his shoulder and arms around her back and he’s wondering what she was doing until there was the faint snicker-slide of a zipper and then she leaned up further and suddenly her skirt was up and over her head and gone. She settled back into his lap and if he thought the alcohol blush on her cheeks was lovely before then the spreading of colour down her throat and disappearing under her dress shirt was just breathtaking.
Not really sure where to put his hands, he settled for trailing fingers along the outsides of her thighs and realised that she wasn’t actually wearing stockings before but the light honey colour was actually her and he was wondering just where she got a tan like that in Colorado when her hand appeared before his face and she waggled her fingers. “Little help?” she prodded and Cameron furrowed his brow, but then grinned and circled her wrist with his fingers, bringing her hand to his mouth and he licked a broad stripe up her hand.
Her other hand had made short work of his belt and it sailed in the direction of her skirt and then there was another snicker-slide and suddenly her hand was around him and he nearly jerked off the couch, dumping her onto the floor. He managed to save it at the last moment, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her flush against him, with only her hand between them and he thought bless the girls with big hands.
She was moving, and Cameron belatedly realised that her one hand was doing double-duty, ripping sensation through him while stroking herself with her thumb. He leaned forward, arms going around to her back so that the curve of her spine fit perfectly and licked at the line of colour on her collar bone, her hand moving in a steady rhythm all the while that he was awed by. He adjusted so that her weight was supported by one of his arms and brought his other around so that he could deal with her shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it to her shoulders.
One handed, he flicked her bra open at the back and pushed that aside too and she chuckled low. “Talented,” she murmured, her voice catching and tugging deep in his belly, her pupils blown so wide that he could hardly see the blue surrounding the black and he knew that proceedings were going to come to a very quick end if he didn’t slow them down.
Bracing himself, he stood up, his free hand going underneath her and Sam automatically dislodged her own hand and wrapped it around his neck, legs hooking at the base of his spine. He walked them over to the day bed on the other side of the room, Sam nipping little feathery kisses along his jaw line that made sure as hell that he didn’t lose interest in the proceedings and then he turned and lowered himself onto it, Sam still above him because that seemed to work pretty well.
Entangled limbs and all-engulfing kisses left them both gasping and while there was a couple of awkward bashing of noses and limbs and giggles, when Sam had snaked down his body and engulfed him in a swallow, Cameron had shouted embarrassingly loudly. When she’d clawed back up he changed position until he could push forward and grasp her thighs, pulling her toward him.
When her thighs trembled in his hands and she let out a low keening moan, Cameron had only a moment to think I am in trouble when her whole body tensed and then snapped forward. Even though he’d thought he’d been spent, he was hard again only moments later like he was seventeen and Sam was grinning and reaching for him and he was letting her.
Cameron cracked open an eye and then the other when the whisper quiet sound of material cut through his sleep addled mind. Sam was zipping up her skirt at the back while stepping into a shoe at the same time and Cameron had always marvelled at the way women dressed. He leant up on one elbow and snagged her shirt when she reached for it, making her tug it out of his grasp.
“There were going to be pancakes,” he grumbled and Sam tipped him a grin, stepping aside so he could see that there was a room service cart sitting close to the bed. Cameron chuckled and sat up, draping the sheet around his middle as Sam pulled the cart closer to the bed and sat down next to him, taking covers off trays of pancakes, cream and fruit preserves and then pouring them both a juice each.
They devoured at least half the pancakes in companiable silence before Sam swivelled to face Cameron, bringing a knee up to her chin and wrapping her arms around it. Cameron waved a fork at her. “Nuh, uh. No awkward morning conversation. We had a deal.”
“I don’t remember there being a deal,” Sam countered, arresting his fork and setting it down on the tray. “I remember you babbling a lot and trying to break the mood, but no deal.”
“Oh, I’m wounded,” Cameron complained, rubbing his chest to indicate the depth of his hurt and Sam sighed.
“Look, I don’t want an awkward morning-after conversation. I just wanted to say that this was great but it can’t happen again.”
“Oh, right. That conversation,” Cameron groaned, dropping back full length onto the bed and draping an arm over his eyes.
“Hey, pay attention. I wanted a fling and you ruined it,” Sam said, tapping his arm with her fingers.
“I what? I didn’t hear you complaining!”
Sam snorted. “What I mean is, I wanted a nice anonymous release of tension and you had to be all sweet and cute and likable.”
“Oh, well, that’s alright then, I think.” Cameron sat back up, eyeing Sam as she stood. She crossed the room and retrieved her jacket, running fingers through her hair as she moved. Cameron slid off the bed, wrapping the sheet around him and crossed to the small desk in the room, tearing a slip of paper free of the hotel pad.
“No, no numbers,” Sam protested, moving towards the door.
“Look, just… just take it. You don’t ever have to use it and I won’t ask for yours,” Cameron said, scribbling his home and base extension on the page and holding it out. When Sam bit her lip and hesitated, he tried his most rakish grin. “You can throw it in the trash as soon as you’re out of my sight and I’ll never know. What’s the harm?”
“Famous last words,” Sam grumbled, stepping forward and snatching the piece of paper out of his grasp and balling it into her fist. Her expression softened and she stepped into his space, pressing a kiss at the corner of his mouth. She did it perhaps to hide opening the door behind herself, because when she broke the kiss, she stepped backwards and was gone.
Cameron waited a few moments and then opened the door quietly, leaning around the frame to look down the hallway. Sam was already at the elevator, leaning on the down button with one hand and holding his number in the other. There was a waste bin at the elevator door and he saw her look at it twice, before finally smoothing the piece of paper on her leg and then tucking it into her jacket.
Cameron eased back inside and pulled the door closed, leaning his forehead against the wood.
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Of those who have written Sam/Cam (and there are admittedly few), I think I like your characterizations the best. Feel very authentic and plausible.
I adore them together! The comfortable eased matched by whatever underlying issues. Love it. :)
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Hee... I'm liking this deal too because I get uber hot OT3 out of it!
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And Cam's voice was so spot on that in places I could hear him talking in my head.
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I'm still a bit shy about writing the more graphic story so am very reassured that you actually enjoyed this more... :)
Still a fair way to go before I can call myself truly smutty though... hee!
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Thanks!!!
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*settles down and thinks for a moment* Not that it's a bad thing, what with stories like this one. *hugs* Great story! Love it!
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And Sam is confident and adult without being vampish. And Jack was all protective of her, and Daniel was all affectionate and there was even some teamy goodness or OT3 and it was truly lovely.
And it was so easy to see how they could fall for each other.
Okay, I'm going to stop fawning all over you now. :P
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*loves*
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Yes, you and
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My personal canon now includes
Yay!
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Thanks for reading!
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There is totally not enough fic with this pairing.
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Nice fic
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I am completely in love with your version of Cam, I might just have to beg and plead for more!
*does so*
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