Title: No Impossibilities
Author: Nicky Chevalier
Feedback: I live for it. nickychevalier@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Third in the 'Holidays' series:- Martin Luther King day.
Content Warnings: Adult themes
Category: S/J, PWP, Series
Status: Complete
Archive: SJD, Helio, wherever.
Spoilers: Minor mention of 'Evolutions'
Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em.
Author's Notes: For everyone who wrote asking for it, here is the
third story in the 'Holidays' series. Or, as I like to call it,
the 'Any Excuse to have Sam & Jack Make Out' series. ~~~
"Jack, all I'm saying is that we've been here, what, 20 minutes?"
Daniel glanced at his watch and threw Jack a plaintive look. "We're
not due back at the SGC for another 2 hours. Would it kill us to look
around some more?"
"There's nothing *here*, Daniel." The Colonel sighed exasperatedly
and heaved his boot-clad foot out of the thick mud they were plodding
through to take another step, watching as his foot sank again almost
to the ankle. "There's mud and trees and more mud. Nothing we can't
get back on Earth."
"How do we know that unless we look?"
"Daniel," Jack stopped walking to serve the archaeologist a pointed
look. Following behind them, Sam and Teal'c exchanged glances and
stopped too, though they wisely chose to remain quiet on the
issue. "There is no evidence of anyone having been here, *ever*. What
makes you think that there is anything worth looking at?"
Daniel's expression turned pleading. "I don't know," he
admitted. "Call it a hunch."
"A *hunch*?" Jack lifted his boot to display the inch-thick covering
of brown sludge clinging to it. "You want us to keep trudging through
this crap on the basis of a hunch?"
Daniel shrugged. "Why not? We've seen worse." Jack served him a look
and he shook his head in exasperation. "What? Are we in a hurry to
get home or something? Do you have plans for the holiday?"
Jack's brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and Daniel-induced
annoyance. "What? What are you *talking* about, Daniel? What holiday?"
Daniel rolled his eyes and sighed in resignation as he made to head
back to the stargate. "Never mind."
But the Colonel's mind was following an entirely different train of
thought now. "No, really, what holiday?"
Daniel turned, adjusting his glasses to cut out the glare of the hot
sun overhead. "It's Martin Luther King, Jr day, Jack. You know, 'I
have a dream...'?" He shook his head and turned back to where Sam and
Teal'c were standing.
"Oh. Right." Jack caught Sam's eye and held it for a few moments. "Do
you really want to stay here longer, Daniel?"
Daniel turned, eyebrows raised in surprise at the question. "Yes, I
do." He gave Jack a questioning look.
"Fine. One hour. You and Teal'c head off that way and look for...
whatever it is you think you're gonna find. Carter and I will get
some samples and meet you back at the gate."
***
"Carter, you done yet?"
"Almost, Sir."
Screwing the lid back on the specimen jar and fastening it in a zip
lock bag, Sam glanced up at her CO and grinned. "You look...
impatient."
The answering grin in his voice belied his expression as he scowled
at her, knowing she was making him wait on purpose. "Would ya hurry
up, already?!"
She stood, leaving the sample kit at her feet on the ground. "All
done," she announced, brushing her hands off on her pants and
pretending not to notice his predatory grin.
"Good." He grabbed her hands and tugged, pulling her against him. "We
have business to attend to."
She raised an eyebrow. "Business?"
He shrugged, arms beginning a slow slide around her waist. "Okay,
maybe not business. But Martin Luther King Day is a very important
holiday, you know. It would be downright un-American not to celebrate
it..."
"Oh, really," she murmured, sucking in a breath as his lips just
grazed hers, barely touching, his hot breath caressing her skin. "And
what would you suggest we do to honor this oh-so-important day in
American culture?"
"Oh," he answered, smiling as he dropped teasing, feather-light
kisses on her mouth, "I definitely have a dream..."
Her hands slid into his hair to encourage his advances, tugging
slightly as she moved to claim his mouth.
"Colonel O'Neill," the radio crackled on his shoulder, "Daniel
Jackson has discovered a cave he wishes to explore for possible signs
of civilisation."
Jack's head fell forward and he closed his eyes in frustration,
mentally running through all the ways he could beat Daniel to a
pulp. "Of course he has," he sighed, reluctantly unclipping his radio
to respond. "Tell him not to do anything until we get there. Where
are you?"
***
"Well, it looks like an ordinary rock cave to me, Daniel. But nothing
looks like it's about to collapse, so if you wanna keep lookin',
you've got--" Jack checked his watch-- 37 minutes left. Knock
yourself out." Motioning with his head for Sam to follow, he strode
toward the cave entrance.
"Hey," Daniel called after them, "where are you going?"
"Back to get the sample kit," Jack called back, "we left it when
Teal'c radioed."
They were just out of sight of the cave when she found her back
pressed against the smooth, thick trunk of one of the planet's many
native trees. His lips traced wildfire up her neck and over her jaw
line, his tongue darting out to draw her top lip into his mouth,
nibbling it gently between his teeth.
Her hands ran up his sides and around his neck, tugging him closer as
her mouth opened under his, inviting his exploration.
"Jack? Sam?"
They sprang apart at the sound of Daniel's voice, only mildly
relieved to discover it was coming from their radios. Jack pulled his
from his shoulder with no small amount of frustration. "*WHAT*
Daniel?!"
Daniel thankfully either didn't notice or chose to ignore the
irritation in his friend's voice. "I found something," he told them,
a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'm pretty sure it's an artefact
of some description but it's possible that it's some kind of device.
I need Sam's equipment to tell if it's emitting anything."
Jack threw his hands up in the air in resignation. "Right. Of course.
I swear to God, the next time he gets kidnapped in the jungle, I am
*so* gonna leave him there."
Sam hid her grin and cocked her head to speak into her own
radio. "I'll be right there Daniel."
She gave Jack a questioning look and he returned it with one of
determination. "Okay, go make sure whatever it is isn't going to blow
up or anything. I'll get the sample kit and meet you back here."
Sam nodded, a smile still tugging at the corners of her mouth, and
set off in the direction of the cave.
"Carter," he called, and she turned to see him making hurrying
motions with his arms. "Go. Run."
Laughing now at his impatience, she broke into a jog.
***
Sam heard him coming before she saw him, listening to his progress
through the trees as she silently willed him to hurry up. Impatient
herself, now, though she'd only been waiting a few minutes, she rose
from her spot on the ground and went to meet him.
Jack grinned broadly as she stopped a few feet away and held her arms
out to him, an endearing gesture that he couldn't resist calling her
on as he stepped eagerly into her embrace.
"You're cute," he murmured teasingly into her ear, his lips moving up
to press briefly against her temple before he leaned his forehead
against hers.
She narrowed her eyes at him in mock reproval, lifting her head to
give him a defiant glare. "Kiss me now and I *might* just let you get
away with that."
Smiling his acquiescence, his head dipped and he brushed his mouth
lightly over hers, his fingers threading through her hair to cup the
back of her head.
Whimpering softly at the long-awaited contact, she rose, hands
tugging at his shoulders as she pressed her lips more firmly against
his, requesting entrance. He complied readily, lips parting under
hers to allow the slow glide of her tongue over his, slippery and wet
and so, so good.
His hands slipped from her hair, trailing slowly down her sides to
land at her hips before he wrapped his arms fully around her waist,
pulling her against him and holding her there. His tongue battled
hers for a moment as he sought to fulfil his own aching need to
explore her, gliding over her lips and teeth and finally filling her
mouth, stealing her breath and inducing a low moan from somewhere
deep in her throat.
Deepening the contact, one arm moved further up her back to support
her and he kissed her forcefully, their lips melding together with
almost bruising pressure, heads tilting and angling, seeking the best
fit. He groaned as her hands grabbed at the back of his head, holding
him to her, tongues tangling frantically as he probed the heat of her
mouth, relearning her taste and texture.
Her hands tightened in his hair and she moaned into his mouth,
drinking him in, her body starved for oxygen but not nearly enough to
make her break this. He tasted like nothing she'd ever experienced
before. Better than chocolate. Better than coffee. She was drowning
in him.
His arms tightened around her as he pulled his mouth only far enough
away to satisfy their need for oxygen, their lips still brushing
periodically as they panted for breath. Her tongue snaked out briefly
to trace his upper lip and he groaned, taking her bottom lip between
his teeth and laving it with his tongue. Knees weakening, her hands
grabbed at his shoulders for balance and she kissed him again, slow
and deep, her tongue slipping easily into his mouth to explore him
leisurely before she broke the kiss again, her breath coming now in
heavy gasps.
"Christ, Carter," he groaned, his head dropping down on to her
shoulder as he tried to regain some control of himself. Her arms
entwined around his neck and she turned her face toward his, her nose
buried in his hair, inhaling his scent.
They stood like that, just holding each other, for long minutes
before reality intruded with the beeping of Jack's watch, signalling
their imminent return to the gate and to the status quo.
He sighed, lifting his head to place a soft kiss on her forehead, one
hand sliding over her cheekbone and down her jaw, thumb tracing her
bottom lip before he stepped away.
Straightening his uniform, he couldn't help the contented grin that
settled over his face when he considered how many holidays there were
in a year. "Hey Carter," he sent her an amused glance. "Do birthdays
count as a 'holiday'?" She rolled her eyes and he grinned. "I just
ask because I'm planning on turning my calendar into the most
detailed reference of recognised holidays in existence."
She smothered a laugh, already slipping back into Major mode, and
they started the reasonably short trek back to the gate, Jack
distractedly trying to wipe the stubborn grin from his face-- lest he
arouse people's suspicions.
And, speaking of arousal... "Hey, do me a favour?" he asked her with
a sidelong glance and a wry grin. "When we get back through the gate
and do the whole race for the locker room thing, let us win this
time, okay?"
She raised an amused eyebrow. "Are you suggesting you guys can't win
on your own? ...Sir?"
The 'Sir' was rather belated and he had a feeling she'd done that on
purpose. Wise-ass.
"No, Carter, I'm sure we'd win anyway... maybe. But, just in case..."
he gave her an adorably imploring look; as if she wouldn't do it just
because he asked.
Her brow creased and she gave him a questioning glance. "Okay, fine.
I'll bite. Why do you want me to let you win?"
"Because I'm going to *need* a cold shower before I go anywhere near
the infirmary, or Doc Frasier is in for one hell of a surprise."
***
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"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities."
--Janos Arnay
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