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Okay, this one's a sequel to Remedied. Vague spoilers for 'Prometheus'.
For AJ and Jojo.
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Sam paused, sitting up straight and rubbing her right hand firmly between her neck and her shoulder, determined to work the kinks out. She may have enjoyed her work, may have often been enthralled while hunched over her desk as she investigated some new discovery, but her body frequently objected.
More and more these days.
Sighing, she closed her eyes, arching her back as she continued to rub. Oh that felt gooood...
Deciding it was depressing that that was the most 'excitement' she'd had in years, Sam stopped rubbing, lowered her arm and opened her eyes.
And nearly screamed. "Colonel!"
He was standing in the doorway.
"I...I didn't see you there," Suddenly she thought it: how long had he been there? Good God, was she *blushing*? "Did you want something?"
He was still standing in the doorway. In fact, he was leaning against the doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets and a...grin? He was *grinning*?
And a grin on his face.
Something freaky was definitely going on.
She wasn't entirely sure why, but Sam suddenly felt incredibly, incredibly nervous. The fact that he still hadn't uttered a word wasn't helping. Standing up off her stool, she began to move around her lab. "So I've been going over the latest naquadriah readings. With Jonas' help," Grabbing a pair of pliers, she carried them around with her, constantly playing with them. "I think we're finally getting to the root of the instability. I mean I know the hyperspace engines on the Prometheus work perfectly now, but to be honest we're still really not sure how Adrian Conrad's Goa'uld managed to-"
"You know what I did today?"
How the hell had she ended up in front of her desk, just a few feet away from him? And where the hell had the pliers gone?
Still, at least he was talking. Much better than the silence. Much. She decided to try and treat him as she would normally. "You...actually finished a report?"
He stopped leaning, and took a step into the room. "No,"
Sam took a step back. Part of her brain was trying to tell her something, but most of it was too busy wondering which alternate reality this Colonel O'Neill must have come from. He *never* acted like this. She should contact security, she really should.
So why wasn't she? "You agreed with Jonas about something?"
"Nope," He shook his head slowly, hands slipping out of his pockets.
She took another shaky step back. She knew what this meant - she *knew* - but at the same time she couldn't quite comprehend. She couldn't even think the word. "Uh," She was forced to stop moving when her body made contact with the desk. Crap. "You defeated Anubis?"
"Regrettably, no."
He stopped walking, leaning into her personal space, resting his hands on the table behind her.
Oh, she should dive for the emergency button. Tell General Hammond that a Colonel O'Neill impostor was loose on the base trying to, trying to...
This was ridiculous. She was an adult, for crying out loud, and certainly not inexperienced (so yeah, there'd been that dry spell but that wasn't the point). She'd had sex plenty of times, kissed plenty of times, and certainly with guys more-
His nose bumped hers gently.
If he kissed her, she was going to scream.
If he didn't kiss her, she was going to scream.
No. She closed her eyes. Wrong, wrong, *wrong*. She would *not* focus on how he smelt, or how close he was, or the heat practically radiating from his body.
She'd never seen him being deliberately seductive before. Did he have *any* idea...?
He spoke almost into her neck, making her shiver. "I resigned,"
Sam's eyes snapped open. The moment was gone. "You *what*?"
Sighing, he lifted his hands up from the table and stepped away. "I resigned."
She fought the urge to pull him back. "Why?"
"Well why do you think?!"
Personal space, touching, almost kissing...oh God. "Sir...you can't do that. You're needed here. You're much too-"
"Carter, I am one guy. One ordinary guy. There are thousands of other guys out there. Millions."
She shook her head, disbelieving. There'd been absolutely no sign earlier that he was even thinking about... "No. You're unique. No one could..."
"As touching as that is, Carter, we both know it's not true. I'm a soldier. True, I'm a soldier whose luck seems to have held out longer than most, but there are more of those around, too. I've fought - and died - for my country. My planet. Now it's time for some selfishness."
Selfishness? With...?
She looked at him. *Really* looked at him. "You're not going to change your mind, are you?" He didn't say anything; but then he'd never had to. He simply stared back at her. "So," Her mind was torn. She was trying to understand the fact that they would never work together again, while also trying to understand the *implications* of the fact that they would never work together again.
Oh - she was smiling. And really, after everything, was there any point in feeling shy? "What are your plans for retirement?"
"Well, as with everything there are no guarantees, but I'm hoping for some kissage."
Her lips turned up. "Kissage?"
He nodded innocently. "It's real word. You can look it up."
"Or you could just tell me the definition." The nervousness from earlier had been eradicated entirely.
Well, kind of. She wasn't jumpy anymore, she wasn't 'what the hell is he *doing*?' anymore, she was 'I know what's coming and even though it's scaring the crap out of me I am *so* looking forward to it'.
Definitely a technical term.
"Kissage," He moved towards her again. "From the Latin 'Kissiarge', meaning 'to make out for as long and often as possible'."
Tilting her head back, she chuckled. He was inches away now. "Something tells me," It wasn't wrong, it wasn't wrong, good *God* he looked good, it wasn't wrong... "That isn't a real wor-"
Mmm...
Sighing, Sam's eyelids lowered as her hands moved to find something *very* nice to hold onto.
His hands were doing equally nice things: one splaying across the side of her face and her neck, the other grasping her hip, sliding up...
Ohhhhhhh.
Was he actually doing thaaaaat? Alreaaady...mmm...
What if someone walked in?
Huh. What *if* someone walked in?
She urged him closer, deepening the kiss, ridiculously thrilled when he pushed her harder against the table, knocking something off that she really should be worried about but for once couldn't care less.
The sound however, did seem to wake him up.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, brushing her head with his.
Frus.
Tra.
Tion.
If they didn't kiss again soon, she really *was* going to scream.
He started talking. Well, panting. "We should...probably-"
She kissed him.
"-take it sloooooow...oh, I am *so* going to kill you in many various and horrible-"
She kissed him again.
"-oh God...okay, look. Look!" He was trying to do that gesturing thing, but with his hands where they currently were it was having a decidedly different effect. "We have expectations, anticipation, six *years* of not being able to do anything with each other. I think it's safe to say I'm probably going to be a disappointmen-"
A long time after he'd finished murmuring, she released him and said the one word she'd never been able to say. "Jack?"
*That* certainly caused an interesting reaction...
"Sam?"
Oh God, and so did that.
They were in her lab, making out, under the watchful eye of the security camera, and she really didn't care. "Let me be the judge of that, okay?"
"Oka-"
Mmm...
~FINIS