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Date Posted: 16:13:19 09/16/05 Fri
Author: Lexx
Subject: Love Pastry Number 9 **SG-1**

Author’s note: This takes place sometime during season 7, I think. It’s while Jack is still the leader of SG-1. So, really, it could be from any preceding season except 6 (sorry, Jonas, but Danny is my sociopolitical nerd of choice to offset SG-1’s overwhelming coolness). Anyway, now that I’ve wasted time and space telling you what you probably could’ve already concluded yourself, we’ll move on to the story.

“Okay, kids, let’s all try and stick together!” Jack called out to his team.

This was easier said than done, as they pushed through endless swarms of people all crowded into the bustling town’s thoroughfare.

Having relinquished their weapons in accordance with the town’s laws, they had to find various other things to do with their hands. Jack kept taking off his well-worn ballcap and putting it back on again in the same way. Sam alternated putting her hands in her pockets and taking them out to clasp behind her back, in parade rest fashion. Teal’c’s arms were stiff at his sides, as though he were a wooden soldier. Daniel, meanwhile, had his video camera, which the natives had deemed safe (after much convincing on Daniel’s part).

The team traveled in single-file down the street, Daniel taking point, followed by Teal’c and Sam, with Jack bringing up the rear. Daniel stopped in front of a storefront displaying artifacts in its window. Teal’c and Sam also stopped, but Jack, playing with the bill of his cap, ran right into Carter.

His arms automatically went around her shoulders to steady her. “Whoa,” he said. “Sorry, Carter.”

“It’s all right, sir,” she replied, dropping her hand that had instinctively grabbed onto his arm braced across her chest. “Anything interesting, Daniel?”

“Uh, yeah, all of it,” he said with his usual air of wonder at all things old.

“What Carter meant was, can any of it be used to our advantage?” Jack clarified.

“I wanna check some of these things out,” Daniel said, ignoring Jack’s question and stepping into the shop.

“I will accompany him, O’Neill,” Teal’c said, and at Jack’s nod he followed Daniel through the doorway.

“Ya know, that Daniel should really try and pick up some interests. He doesn’t seem drawn by anything,” Jack said with his usual sarcasm.

Sam grinned at him, then turned to a kiosk selling various gadgets. Jack took off his hat again and started pulling absently at loose threads around the brim. “Sir, look at this,” she called to him.

Jack looked up from his fidgeting and walked over to her. “Carter, if it’s not something that explodes, or something equally cool, like a Gameboy, then I don’t care.”

“But, sir—“

“Ah!” he interrupted. “Does it explode?”

“No.”

“Can I play Donkey Kong on it?”

“No.”

Jack nodded his head in apparent contemplation, then said, “Do you smell that?”

But he needn’t have said anything, because Sam was also sniffing the air. There was a sweet fragrance wafting from a concession booth that had just opened up its shutters.

Jack reached for Carter’s hand and pulled her in the direction of the booth, saying, “C’mon!”

There was a small line formed by the time they reached the source of the smell, and they stood at the back of it, Jack trying to peer over people’s heads to get a clear view of what was giving off such a heavenly scent.

They got up to the window and the woman smiled and put out one pastry, purple in color.

“Uh, two, actually,” Jack said to the woman.

“Nay, sir, all’s needed is one betwixt two,” she replied conspiratorially.

Sam and Jack looked at each other, then shrugged and accepted the warm cake, handing over the correct local currency.

Jack held the pastry as they backed away from the window. “Should we find someplace out of the way to eat this, then?” he asked, looking down at Carter’s face, which was suddenly dangerously close to his.

“Yeah,” she breathed, her pulse quickening from the proximity. “Someplace where there aren’t a lot of people.”

Jack’s only response was a nod. Instead of walking, though, they remained in the same position, with one major difference: their lips were moving ever closer to each other.

Sam was suddenly jostled by a passing group of people. She was pushed into Jack, who almost dropped the cake. In any case, the strange sensation that had come over them was broken.

Sam quickly scanned the area and decided that the best place to go would be the secluded alley behind her. She grasped the front of Jack’s shirt and tugged him forward as she backed into the alley.

They stopped once the were well clear of the street, and both leaned against the wall. Jack broke off a piece of the rich-smelling pie and brought it towards Sam. Her hand went up to retrieve it, but he pulled it back from her grasp, instead bringing it straight to her mouth.

There was a sweet, honey-like syrup baked inside the pastry. Sam held fast to Jack’s fingers, sucking off every drop of the substance. When his fingers were free of her mouth he leaned forward and kissed away the excess drips resting on her lower lip.

Jack pulled away quickly, as though he had just received an electric shock. He contemplated Sam for a moment, then regained his composure and said matter-of-factly, “Well, this is wrong.”

Sam was now equally flustered and just nodded in response, unconsciously pulling in the lower lip that Jack had just been administering to.

Jack looked down at the cake and broke it in two, handing one half over to Sam and taking a bite of his own portion. She pushed herself off the wall and walked around eating her half, while Jack remained leaning, chewing his own portion while he watched her pace.

He finished eating and licked his fingers clean, then wiped them on his pants (that’s what they were made for, right?). He looked back at Carter, who was just finishing up her piece too, and he stared at a freckle behind and slightly below her right ear. This freckle seemed to stand out above all else at this moment. He felt inexplicably drawn to it.

Rather than fight the urge, he allowed his feet to direct him towards her. He stopped just behind her, his body touching hers, though just barely. His right hand went to her right shoulder while his left gently brushed the hair away from the freckle spot, at the same time tilting her head to the side. It vaguely registered in his mind that this was slightly Dracula-ish. He mentally shrugged the thought from his mind as his lips descended on that all-important freckle.

Sam rolled her eyes back upon contact, tilting her head still more to allow Jack better access to her sensitive spot. Jack’s mouth traveled along her jawline, pausing again at the spot where he could feel her quickening pulse.

As his tongue traveled along the soft area, Sam reached with her right hand and grasped the back of his neck, her fingernails lightly scraping the short hairs at the base of his skull.

Jack’s right hand, meanwhile, had taken to untucking her shirt. Once successful in this venture, he rewarded that hand by allowing it to roam freely over the warm skin underneath the shirt. Sam stretched to accommodate this newest action, sending a thrill of pleasure through Jack as her body was pressed more firmly against his.

Finally, Sam decided Jack was having too much fun, and she wanted in on some of this. She turned in his arms, put her hands on either side of his face, and promptly started to kiss him. His response was delayed by only a second, and when he did respond, it was with equal fervor.

Sam regained the upper hand quickly when she let her hands slide under his shirt, traveling up and down his back and eventually coming back around to grab the front of his waistband, her fingers dipping slightly below it in order to pull his hips towards her. Jack followed her lead by bringing the hands that had been exploring the soft skin of her back down to the curve of her hips, drawing her even closer.

Their lips broke apart when they ran out of air, and Jack took the opportunity to take charge again. The hands that rested on Sam’s hips now travelled lightning-fast to the back of her thighs, right underneath the curve of her rump, and lifted her bodily from the ground, turning them both and pinning her to the wall.

Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, and she let out an audible moan when he started administering kisses on her throat, a few inches below her chin. The vibrations of her vocal chords made from that moan, along with the continued sensation of Sam’s fingernails lightly scraping at his waist where she was trying to undo the buckle of his belt, only strengthened his desire. He followed her lead and brought his hands down to her belt buckle, never ceasing in his ministrations on her throat, only moving lower to the gap where her collar bone began.

Sam had managed to get Jack’s belt buckle undone, and was now working on his fly. Jack was still struggling with her belt, but his lips had moved back up to hers.

He had finally triumphed over her belt buckle, and was just starting work on her zipper when suddenly behind them, Daniel yelled, “Jack! What the hell are you doing?!”

Sam’s reaction was faster. She thrust her hips forward, propelling them away from the wall, and at the same time jumped back off Jack’s hips, landing unsteadily on the ground. Jack recovered just in time to stop his pants from falling down, as Sam had succeeded in fully undoing the fly. He noted that she merely had to redo the button on hers, and refasten her belt. He also took account of her cheeks, which were roughly the same color red as her lips. He tried not to get too turned on by this, and instead turned to Daniel to explain the situation.

He opened his mouth, but instead of offering any kind of explanation, he merely said, “So…find anything interesting?”

Teal’c, for his part, had said nothing, but merely stared with his characteristic eyebrow raise. Daniel was a little less restrained. “Interesting? You mean, besides almost witnessing a direct violation of your military fraternization rules? Better yet, in an alley! Oh, and not to mention that Sam is like a sister to me, and the thought of…the witnessing of….” Daniel struggled to find the right words, but ended up gesturing wildly and saying, “You know what? Words fail me at the moment.”

“There’s a shock,” said Jack sardonically.

Daniel just remained silent at that, and looked expectantly at Sam, who was determinedly looking anywhere but at the three men whom she considered family. Failing getting a response from her, Daniel turned to Teal’c, whose expression remained passive.

After a few moments of nothing from the Jaffa, Daniel prompted, “Do you have anything to add to this, Teal’c?”

Teal’c considered for a moment, then said, “Indeed I do.”

“Hah! Now you’re gonna get it,” Daniel said triumphantly.

“I would like to congratulate you on your newfound happiness, O’Neill. I am sure you will treat Major Carter well. If you do not, I will be forced to defend her honor as her friend.”

Daniel stared dumbly at Teal’c, then said, “Way to give ‘em what for, Teal’c.”

Jack interrupted before Daniel could start reaming again, “Should we, maybe, take this somewhere else? Home, perhaps?”

“Jack, you know full well I’m not bringing this up at the SGC. I don’t want to see either of you get in trouble.”

“I believe we should return, then. This matter appears to be closed,” Teal’c stated.

“Agreed,” Jack said. “Let’s move out, kids. Carter? I trust this can wait till later?”

Unsure of what “this” referred to, Sam merely nodded her head and followed the rest of SG-1 back out onto the main thoroughfare.

Daniel made a point of letting Jack take point, and walking between him and Sam. They passed by the pastry stand. It was closed up, but the enchanting scent of the strange woman’s wares still lingered. Sam closed her eyes and breathed deep. When she opened them again, she found that if she moved just a little to the right, she could maintain a clear view of her CO’s six. Her cheeks flushed again, and she smiled to herself. She hoped they’d finish what they started when they got home.

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