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Thanks for the requests, hope I've done them justice...
Jack/Sam -
-Temptation-
Every now and again he slips.
He doesn’t mean to and he regrets it afterward, but hell, he’s just a man, only human as they say.
She asks for it.
It’s just so tempting… so there.
He just can’t help himself.
When Sam gets up from the table for a second, leaving her half-eaten blue jello he reaches forward and snags it, dragging it towards himself and digging the spoon in. Fingers close over his mouth and the spoon bumps into them. He looks up, the crown of his head against her stomach and sees her face, that look that tells him that she’s very close to making her grip a little firmer so she can break his neck.
“Drop the spoon,” she says, her voice full of menace.
--
Mal/Simon -
-Shifting boundaries-
Mal supposes it was an organic shift.
Hell, the doc had always been trying to jab things into him.
Mal snorts to himself and feels Simon’s fingers curl in the hair at the nape of his neck, responding to the slight noise but not really waking.
Mal is lying on his stomach with his head turned to the wall and Simon’s arm is draped across his back, hand at his neck. Mal hadn’t managed to get his pants all the way off that time and Simon is still wearing his shirt and boots.
It’s a hell of a way to try and sleep.
Then Simon shifts a little and more of his warm weight settles against Mal’s side and despite all the tiny discomforts, Mal wouldn’t move for the world.
---
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_minxy_ for this one. She said "Any pairing about pants that don't fit". Here is more a team-y humour that kind of blew out past the drabble word count.
SG1 Team-ish (Daniel/Jack friendship if you squint) -
-Revenge Is A Dish Best Served With Pants-
Jack O’Neill curses expansively, yanking down the BDU pants he was just pulling on, wrenching on a pair of baggy tracksuit bottoms instead, curses expansively again and slams out of the locker room, nearly bowling Sam over in the hallway.
He growls something unintelligible at her as he makes his way passed.
Sam risks sticking her head into the locker room and spots Teal’c looking towards the door that Jack has just slammed through with curiosity and Daniel with his head bowed, dressed except for one wayward boot, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Sam’s eyes narrow.
“Daniel, what did you do?” she demands.
Daniel’s head shoots up and he’s got his most sincere who me? expression on which wins him points with the nurses but only makes Sam all the more suspicious.
“Daniel!” Sam’s tone is full of reprimand and warning and Teal’c is looking between the two, wondering what he missed.
“Fine.” Daniel throws up his hands and stands, pulling a small plastic square from the top shelf of his locker. He holds it up and Sam can see there is a needle and green thread in it. It’s one of the small repair kits they usually have in their packs. “When I was on Abydos I got pretty good at mending clothing,” he says, as if that explains everything. Sam just raises her eyebrows.
“So, we’re watching hockey last night and Jack reaches over and pokes me in the belly.” Daniel has got on his best wounded puppy expression, one that is even more popular with the nursing staff and Sam is thankfully immune to. “He says I’m getting a little soft in the middle and would I like him to help with training.”
“So you-“
“Took his pants in a little.”
Teal’c is looking more confused and Sam fights off the wave of laughter that is threatening just under the surface so she can be the stern superior officer she knows she should be. It’s a close thing though but her features are schooled carefully when she says, “Go tell him. He’s liable to break something on the treadmill because he’s upset.”
“No way!” Daniel is holding up his hands when Teal’c steps forward.
“I will let Colonel O’Neill know that his concern with his physical condition is unfounded,” he volunteers and Daniel scowls at him.
“That’s called dobbing, Teal’c,” he says snippily and Teal’c turns an unphased smiled on Daniel.
“Then I will dob, DanielJackson.”
“No, it’s fine, I’ll tell him. The gym’s pretty close to the infirmary anyway.”
Sam holds off the laughter until the locker room door swings shut behind Daniel and then she collapses on one of the long benches, holding her sides and giggling hopelessly.
“You know,” Teal’c says, more conversationally than Sam has ever heard him which makes her giggles subside almost immediately. “I knew of two who behaved similarly to Colonel O’Neill and DanielJackson back on Chulack.”
Sam raised her eyebrows. “Yeah? How did you handle them?”
“We cracked their heads together,” Teal’c smiled when Sam snorted. “They were six years old.”
Jack/Sam -
-Temptation-
Every now and again he slips.
He doesn’t mean to and he regrets it afterward, but hell, he’s just a man, only human as they say.
She asks for it.
It’s just so tempting… so there.
He just can’t help himself.
When Sam gets up from the table for a second, leaving her half-eaten blue jello he reaches forward and snags it, dragging it towards himself and digging the spoon in. Fingers close over his mouth and the spoon bumps into them. He looks up, the crown of his head against her stomach and sees her face, that look that tells him that she’s very close to making her grip a little firmer so she can break his neck.
“Drop the spoon,” she says, her voice full of menace.
--
Mal/Simon -
-Shifting boundaries-
Mal supposes it was an organic shift.
Hell, the doc had always been trying to jab things into him.
Mal snorts to himself and feels Simon’s fingers curl in the hair at the nape of his neck, responding to the slight noise but not really waking.
Mal is lying on his stomach with his head turned to the wall and Simon’s arm is draped across his back, hand at his neck. Mal hadn’t managed to get his pants all the way off that time and Simon is still wearing his shirt and boots.
It’s a hell of a way to try and sleep.
Then Simon shifts a little and more of his warm weight settles against Mal’s side and despite all the tiny discomforts, Mal wouldn’t move for the world.
---
Blame
_minxy_ for this one. She said "Any pairing about pants that don't fit". Here is more a team-y humour that kind of blew out past the drabble word count. SG1 Team-ish (Daniel/Jack friendship if you squint) -
-Revenge Is A Dish Best Served With Pants-
Jack O’Neill curses expansively, yanking down the BDU pants he was just pulling on, wrenching on a pair of baggy tracksuit bottoms instead, curses expansively again and slams out of the locker room, nearly bowling Sam over in the hallway.
He growls something unintelligible at her as he makes his way passed.
Sam risks sticking her head into the locker room and spots Teal’c looking towards the door that Jack has just slammed through with curiosity and Daniel with his head bowed, dressed except for one wayward boot, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Sam’s eyes narrow.
“Daniel, what did you do?” she demands.
Daniel’s head shoots up and he’s got his most sincere who me? expression on which wins him points with the nurses but only makes Sam all the more suspicious.
“Daniel!” Sam’s tone is full of reprimand and warning and Teal’c is looking between the two, wondering what he missed.
“Fine.” Daniel throws up his hands and stands, pulling a small plastic square from the top shelf of his locker. He holds it up and Sam can see there is a needle and green thread in it. It’s one of the small repair kits they usually have in their packs. “When I was on Abydos I got pretty good at mending clothing,” he says, as if that explains everything. Sam just raises her eyebrows.
“So, we’re watching hockey last night and Jack reaches over and pokes me in the belly.” Daniel has got on his best wounded puppy expression, one that is even more popular with the nursing staff and Sam is thankfully immune to. “He says I’m getting a little soft in the middle and would I like him to help with training.”
“So you-“
“Took his pants in a little.”
Teal’c is looking more confused and Sam fights off the wave of laughter that is threatening just under the surface so she can be the stern superior officer she knows she should be. It’s a close thing though but her features are schooled carefully when she says, “Go tell him. He’s liable to break something on the treadmill because he’s upset.”
“No way!” Daniel is holding up his hands when Teal’c steps forward.
“I will let Colonel O’Neill know that his concern with his physical condition is unfounded,” he volunteers and Daniel scowls at him.
“That’s called dobbing, Teal’c,” he says snippily and Teal’c turns an unphased smiled on Daniel.
“Then I will dob, DanielJackson.”
“No, it’s fine, I’ll tell him. The gym’s pretty close to the infirmary anyway.”
Sam holds off the laughter until the locker room door swings shut behind Daniel and then she collapses on one of the long benches, holding her sides and giggling hopelessly.
“You know,” Teal’c says, more conversationally than Sam has ever heard him which makes her giggles subside almost immediately. “I knew of two who behaved similarly to Colonel O’Neill and DanielJackson back on Chulack.”
Sam raised her eyebrows. “Yeah? How did you handle them?”
“We cracked their heads together,” Teal’c smiled when Sam snorted. “They were six years old.”