"Awfully Fond Of You" by Nicole K

TITLE: Awfully Fond Of You

AUTHOR: Nicole K

RATING: M

SPOILERS: none that I can think of

ARCHIVE: SJ, Heliopolis. All others please ask.

SUMMARY: Plain and simple SJR...and a cameo by a rubber duck.

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Oh, and the rubber duckie song isn't mine either, but I love it all the same <g>, ditto for the M&M's.

FEEDBACK: Absolutely! :)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well this is just a fairly plotless fic inspired by that Rubber Duckie challenge - thanks a lot guys, I *was* planning on programming but noooooo.....

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I stumbled backwards until my spine connected with the solid concrete wall, grasping at the man in front of me, loathe to break contact with the mouth that had procured my own. His hands shifted from my face, sliding back onto the wall. He moved closer, locking me between his lean, warm body and the cold, hard slab by leaning entirely against his forearms.

Finally he stepped closer, his feel alternating with mine, no doubt with toes almost touching the wall behind me, all the while our tongues performing some kind of rhythmic dance to a silent song. I kept one hand firmly attached to the back of his neck, holding him to me; the fingertips on my other danced lazily up and down his spine.

He shifted; one of his arms traveled from the wall and leisurely down the side of my body, taking a detour and resting in the small of my back. It slid easily underneath the hem of my standard issue T-shirt, and began to draw slow, deliberate concentric circles on my skin.

Involuntarily, I shivered.

"Maybe... we should... move this... elsewhere," I murmured in bursts into his mouth.

We broke apart slowly, reluctantly, and stared at each other.

"Definitely."

He cupped my left cheek with his hand, and kissed me softly.

"Meet you topside in five."

I stood silently as I watched him walk out of my lab. Damn but he is droolworthy. Scurrying around the room, I collected both my composure and my belongings. Frowning, I glanced around me, revolving fully. I sighed and began to hunt. I'll be damned if you can never find your keys when you really want to run. Spying them in a crevice between a generator and my printer, I reached out, clutched at them with my left hand, grabbed a pile of paper from a nearby benchtop, and jogged towards the elevators.

"Sam, hey."

I spun around to find Daniel and Teal'c behind me.

"We were just looking for you. Oh, and Jack," he added. "Have you seen him?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Well, anyway, Teal'c and I were just heading out to catch a movie and were wondering if you guys wanted to join us?"

"Uh...thanks, guys, but I have this huge stack of paperwork," I motioned at the cluttered pile in my arms, "and it *really* needs to be done tonight."

Daniel shrugged. "Ok, then. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Uh huh," I nodded. "Tomorrow. 'Night guys."

"Bye."

"Good evening, Major Carter."

~*~

I found him waiting beside my car.

"Your place or mine?"

Hmmm...*here* sounds great, but... "Yours," I decided. I'd left yet *another* pile of paper strewn across my bed, and it'd just waste time, not to mention make a God-almighty mess, to move it.

"Meet you there."

I leant forward and kissed him swiftly and hungrily. Breaking contact, I grinned at him, unlocked my car and threw my belongings inside. "Deal."

~*~

He was waiting for me when I pulled up at the kerb. Ignoring my stash of belongings on the seat next to me, I grabbed my keys and my purse, climbed out the car, and slammed the door behind me. I took a moment to steady myself before walking over to the front door where he stood.

"You made it." He stated the obvious.

"Uh huh." My vocabulary has gone from bad to worse in the last few hours. I've moved from small monosyllabic words into what could only be described as murmurs and grunts. I wonder if he realises that he's turned my brain into complete and utter mush.

"What happened to all your other stuff?" he asked pointing at my near empty hands.

"Didn't think I'd be needing it."

He reached out and took my hand, and lead me slowly into the house. We bypassed the lounge and kitchen - somewhere along the way I threw away my possessions - and padded into the hallway.

I stopped.

Feeling the deadweight on the end of his arm he turned to face me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I took a step forward, reached up and gathered his cheek in my spare hand, and kissed him. Stepping around him, I pulled him further down the hallway, moving intuitively, once again reluctant to break the contact between us. I had no idea, however, which doorway I was looking for, and painstakingly drew my lips away from his.

"There." He motioned towards a door on the right, about one metre behind me.

I tugged slightly on his arm, and he followed obediently. We made it about as far as the doorway before locking lips again. This time, however, it went further than that. Gradually, piece by piece, items of clothing were shed and deposited randomly on the floor.

I'm not sure who lead who, but we ended up tangled on the bed. Where else, you may ask? We made love slowly, achingly slowly, and fell asleep, sated, in each other's arms.

******

When I awoke I found myself comfortably tangled in his arms. Carefully winding my way out, so as not to disturb him, I slid off the mattress. Spying a shirt on the floor, I reached out and grabbed it. I slid my arms in and began to button it as I stood and walked to the doorway.

I trudged down the hall and through the living room. When I reached the kitchen I dug around in the cupboards until I found what I was looking for.

Satisfied, I retraced my steps. I crept silently through the bedroom to the door of the adjoining bathroom. I ran the hot tap until the water started steaming before adding the cold to it and fitting a plug in the drain hole. Discovering a bottle of bubble bath in the cupboard under the sink - wouldn't have pegged the Colonel as a sudsy kind of guy - I generously squirted some into the water stream.

Replacing the bottle, I stared at the contents of the cupboard. Mainly the usual stuff - colognes and shaving creams, a supply of soap and shampoo - but tucked away in the corner I found something which surprised me even more than the bubble bath. A rubber duckie. An honest-to-goodness, bright yellow, makes-the-noise-when-you-squeeze-it rubber duckie.

Grinning I grabbed the duck and my stash from the kitchen - a bag of M&M's - with one hand, and turned off the taps to the almost full bath with the other. Depositing the toy and the chocolate beside the bath, I unbuttoned my borrowed shirt and stepped into the tub.

I tore open the M&M's packet, and quickly ate a small handful. Gotta love chocolate. Picking up the duck, I lay back in the sudsy water, and began to manoeuvre it in the water, ducking and diving though the bubbles in dolphin-type movements.

Unbidden, the memory of a children's song came to me and I began to sing.

"Rubber Duckie, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber Duckie, I'm awfully fond of you."

"Rubber Duckie, joy of joys..."

I pulled the duck out of the water and squeezed it twice. *quack quack* Grinning, I kept singing.

"... when I squeeze you, you make noise..."

*quack quack*

"...Rubber Duckie, you're my best friend, it's true."

I grabbed another handful of chocolate and poured it into my mouth. Mouth semi-full, I continued the song.

"Oh, every day when I Make my way to the tubby I find a little fellow Who's cute and yellow and chubby. Rub-A-Dub-Dub-By."

I slid under the water to wet my hair - it's just not right bathing without achieving wet hair - and wiped the suds from my face as I came back up for air.

"Rubber Duckie, you're so fine, And I'm lucky that you're mine. Rubber Duckie, I'm awfully fond of you. Oh, every day when I Make my way to the tubby I find a little fellow Who's cute and yellow and chubby. Rub-A-Dub-Dub-By."

I paused for a moment to play with the duck again. I am *so* gonna have to get me one of these.

"Rubber Duckie, you're so fine..."

*quack quack*

"...and I'm lucky that you're mine..."

*quack quack*

"...Rubber Duckie, I'm awfully fonnnnd of you."

~*~

"Rubber Duckie, joy of joys..."

I opened one eye and groaned. What kind of goddamn radio station would play the goddamn rubber duckie song? Reaching over I banged on the alarm to switch it off.

The noise didn't stop.

"... when I squeeze you, you make noise..."

*quack quack*

"...Rubber Duckie, you're my best friend, it's true."

This time I opened both eyes and sat up.

Clue number one: that racket *wasn't* coming from my radio.

Clue number two: there were articles of clothing strewn across my floor that *definitely* didn't belong to me.

Clue number three: I recoginsed that voice.

What the hell was Carter doing singing the rubber duckie song in my bathroom?

Oh yeah. That's right. How did I ever manage to forget *that*?

I placed my feet on the floor and, finding a pair of boxers under the bed, I pulled them on. When I reached the bathroom door I listened for a moment. Oh yeah, she was still singing that damn song.

"...and I'm lucky that you're mine..."

*quack quack*

"...Rubber Duckie, I'm awfully fonnnnd of you."

Wincing slightly, I rapped on the door before pushing it open. "Carter, what the *hell* are you singing?"

"Good morning to you too," she replied.

"M&M's?" I asked.

"Found them in the kitchen."

That woman's got an answer for everything.

"You want?" she asked.

"Want what?" I replied grinning at her. "The bath, the duck, the chocolate or you?"

Attempting to smother a grin, but failing miserably, she merely answered "you pick."

"Well..." I started, moving to sit on the edge of the bath, "let's go through the options. One, the bath. Two major points here; you look rather comfy in there and I wouldn't want to disturb that, and you look rather comfy in there and I would *love* to disturb that."

She grinned, her eyes playing with mine.

"Two, the duck. Hmmm...oh screw the duck. Why the hell would I want the duck?" Reaching over I grabbed a handful of the M&M's. "Three, the chocolate. Well, chocolate's just one of those things; it's always on the A-list." I leant over and slid an M&M into her mouth. "Four, you," I said, my voice almost at a whisper. "And I *always* want you."

Moving my head ever so slightly I captured her lips with mine. She tasted - surprise, surprise - like chocolate. My tongue lightly played on her lips, before she parted them and allowed me access to her mouth. And just as they'd done so many times the previous evening, our tongues started that seductive dual.

But the position I was in was *so* not comfortable, and I attempted to stand without breaking contact.

It didn't work.

I instead found myself falling left side first into the bath, landing half on Sam, half on the porcelain edge.

"Dammit..."

Carter, the angel that she is, laughed at me.

"Sir, are you ok?"

"Ow...dammit! Why the hell don't they make these things out of something soft? Like foam," I suggested.

"Well, if you made them out of foam, the water would..."

"I don't want to know!" I muttered into the bubbles. "You know, it's probably just as well...we have to go back to work."

She sighed. "Yeah...are you sure you're ok?"

"Just dandy." I stood up and climbed over the edge of the tub. "You want a hand out?"

"Um...sure."

I reached down and she clasped my hand in hers. Not *really* being of any assistance, I made sure she was balanced before letting go. Fully aware of our close proximity, I bent down and kissed her again.

After a moment, she pulled away. "Ah...do you think you could just grab me a towel."

"Wet?"

"Me or the towel?"

"You."

"Kinda wet *and* cool."

"You know," I began, handing her the towel, "I'm sure we can remedy that situation."

And I took her hand again and led her *back* to the bedroom.

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Oooooh look.....happy ending <g> *sigh* Take advantage of it - they don't usually happen when I write... *looks over at the pile of drafts on her desk and chuckles* Oh yeah....one last thing....FEEDBACK!!!!!! Nicole