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x-wingkc · 3 years

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Sexy Ice Cream

Fanfiction: Stargate SG-1 Rating: Mature (no explicit) Warnings: Adult language, Adult content, Relationships: Samantha Carter and Jack O'Neill Fictober 21 Prompts: #13 He walked inside the building just as Daniel walked to the counter to get the ice cream for everyone. This was their favorite ice cream place. They’d been coming here for at least eight years now. The ice cream was homemade. The building was an old saloon from the 1800’s. The inside was lined with wood panels that stood the test of time.

They all had their favorites. Teal’c always got the flavor of the week, no matter how awful it sounded. He said it was his way of making sure he ingested all of Earth’s sweet delights. Daniel almost always got something that had the store’s french vanilla as a base. Carter would normally get something with strawberries, and if they didn’t have that, she’d get something with caramel. O’Neill was a simple man. Normally opting only for vanilla or chocolate. He was the last to arrive. He entered the store and found where they were sitting. He moved seats to sit at the round table across from Carter. Teal’c was still standing, and had his back turned to him. He glanced over at Carter, and found her smiling and talking to Teal’c. He was lost in her smile.

Her smile has always been what comforts him. Her smile is what immediately attracted him to her all those years ago. Her smile is burned in his mind and in his soul. She glanced over at him.

He knew he must have had his fuck me eyes on because the moment she looked at him, he watched her eyes darken, and her smile soften. He wanted nothing more than to take her home and open her up on the deck right now.

Daniel came out with an ice cream cone for all four of them. He sat down next to Carter and they all started eating.

Transposed to the time warp of the decor were the stainless freezers that held about twenty-five different homemade flavors of ice cream. The lighting was a mix of replica chandeliers and LED fixtures in the ceiling that added some much needed light to the otherwise dark interior. He figured under different circumstances that the inside could be rather romantic.

Hanging on the walls were old pictures of what Main Street used to look like back in the early days of the city. The street looked as if it ended at the foot of the mountains. Present day the road was paved and had parking spaces for cars. But in the old pictures, there were just a few buildings and a dirt road.

All four of them talked in between bites of ice cream. O’Neill was to fly back to DC in two more days. Carter smiled across the table at him as he discussed his endless boring meetings. They all knew he hated paperwork. Now that’s all he does. The three of them knowingly smiled at him. He told them all to shut up.

O’Neill looked over at Carter just as a little bit of melted ice cream began to run down her hand. She lifted her cone to her mouth, and ran her tongue along her hand, up the side of the cone, and around the remaining scoop of ice cream at the top. O’Neill straightened in his seat, and crossed his legs a little. He noticed a familiar twitch between his legs as he watched Carter lick that cone.

She let out a satisfactory moan, and closed her eyes as she ingested the tasty frozen treat that she was holding in her hand. Daniel gave her a sideways glance, then immediately looked to Teal’c. Teal’c had one eyebrow raised already, and he was looking at O’Neill. Teal’c found O’Neill staring at Carter, not able to remove his eyes from the scene in front of him.

Daniel and Teal’c began to rapidly eat their ice cream, and immediately tried to change the topic.

“So. T. New fedora?” Daniel asked. “It is, indeed, DanielJackson,” T replied. “It’s a good color on you,” O’Neill interjected. Teal’c bowed his head to them both before taking another large bite off of his cone.

Carter then let some ice cream drip down her chin. She stared at O’Neill, her eyes darkening knowing exactly what she was doing to him. With her mouth slightly open, she took her index finger and wiped the drip off of the side of her mouth. She salaciously stuck the sticky, sweet finger into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around her finger.

All three of the men at the table saw her do that. One of the men at the table immediately had a problem. There was no way he could stand up right now and not have everyone in the store know what Carter had done to him. He reached beside him to the garbage can, and threw the rest of his ice cream cone away. “Does the ice cream not please you, O’Neill?” Teal’c asked, almost with a smile on his face. “Teal’c. Was that a joke?” O’Neill asked.. “It was, indeed, O’Neill.”

Carter slowly licked her lips as she continued to stare at O’Neill. “Well, gentlemen. I have to go. I have dinner plans with Doctor Lam,” Carter said, slowly standing and reaching over to the garbage can to throw the remainder of her cone away.

Daniel and Teal’c also stood quickly, more to get out of the cross fire of tension between their two best friends. “Ya. Us too. Ready, T?” Daniel quickly asked. “I am, indeed, DanielJackson.”

“You, uh, need help, Jack?” Daniel asked like a true smartass would in this situation. “Funny. I’m fine,” O'Neill quipped back. “You sure, sir?” Carter asked with her chest puffed out a little bit, and a sinful smile on her face.

O’Neill just smiled back at her with pure lust on his face. “Oh, I’m very fine, Carter. Have a good dinner,” he said, waving his hand for all of them to just go and leave him alone.

They each smiled or laughed at him, then all three turned to leave the ice cream store. As the door closed behind them, Daniel and Carter laughed, and Teal’c just cleared his throat. “You know. You really are mean,” Daniel said. “He’ll be fine. He always is,” Carter said with a smile. “Indeed,” they heard Teal’c.

Back inside the store, O’Neill squeezed his legs together one more time before trying to stand up. He discreetly put a hand between his legs and arranged himself so he was not so obvious. Thankfully he had on baggy pants and an oversized flannel shirt to help hide this predicament. “Damn that woman,” he whispered to himself.

After a few minutes, he stood and quickly left the store. He went straight for his truck, and fumbled his keys as he tried to unlock the doors. He finally got the door open, and sunk into the seat. He started the truck, and locked the doors.

He undid his pants, and ran his palm over his bulging shaft trying to relieve the pressure that Carter had left him with. He put his head back on the head rest, and lightly caressed himself as he took in big breaths.

“Dammit, Carter. The things you make me do…”

When he thought he could drive, he put his seatbelt on and started the drive home. But he couldn’t stop thinking of Carter and the ice cream. He wanted to tie Carter’s hands to his bed with his own neck ties, and then take that ice cream and put it all over her body. He wanted to lick her body clean, and make her scream his name over and over as he ate off of her.

This was not helping. His dick was hard and wanted to be inside Carter. He put his hand back down his open pants. Just then the driver of a passing truck glanced down into his vehicle. It was a woman driver, who got a huge smile on her face seeing him with his hand down his pants. “Great,” he said, slowing down a little to let the truck pass him. As he slowed, the tip of his cock rubbed the fabric in his boxers, eliciting a rather pleasurable sensation. He pulled his hand out from his pants, in an effort to not come in his pants. He sat up a little more, trying to rub his nuts against the seat through his pants. He needed to come, or he needed to let this one deflate. He hoped driving would give him time to deflate. It didn’t really work. He couldn't stop thinking about Carter. That would be like trying to stop the sun from rising. It can’t be stopped. Although if anyone could stop a sun, it would be Carter. “Not helping,” he said.

He pulled into his driveway and turned his truck off. He got out fast, and tried to put himself back together, but it was too late already. The slightest touch of his hand against the fabric. Too much stimulation. Too much thinking about Carter’s body covered in ice cream, and him licking it all up. Too much thinking of being inside Carter.

“Not this again,” he said dejectedly, looking up to the stars. “What am I, thirteen again?”

He could feel some start to drip down his inner thigh. He went inside and went straight to the bathroom. He turned the shower on, and stripped out of his clothes. He used his boxers to wipe up as much semen as he could, then jumped in the shower to get clean. When he got done and dried off, he threw his wet boxers in the garbage can. He put on a tshirt and sweatpants and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. After watching The Simpsons marathon for a few hours, he went to bed.

Around 11:30 PM he heard his door open. He slowly got up, and quietly moved to look down the hallway where his front door was. He saw the kitchen light turn on. He padded to the kitchen. “How was dinner?” he asked. “How was your ride home?” she asked with a big smile on her face. “Very funny. You know damn well what you were doing,” he said, adding a little smile at the end. “What? Little ‘ol me?” she purred. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her and gave her a searing kiss. He held her ass with one hand, and lovingly held the back of her head with the other. “Yes. You,” he said in between kisses. “As your wife, it’s my job to know how to push your buttons,” she said, running her palm in between his legs. She heard him grumble, their chests pressed tight. “You want dessert?” he asked. “Do we have any ice cream?” she asked.

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angelofberlin2000 · 4 years

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The world doesn’t need more loud guys full of too many words, with buff arms, in tight shirts, and huge egos to match. The world needs quiet people. Why?

Quiet people make you think. Thinking brings clarity. Thinking can lead to change.

I’ve always been intrigued by Keanu. He is a quiet person who keeps to himself and still hasn’t figured out how to be famous after twenty-nine years of being one of the most iconic Hollywood Actors of all time.

Keanu doesn’t get fame, attention or noise. Instead, he prefers to be quiet and insert silence in his speeches and TV interviews.

When he does choose to speak, he drops short sentence bombs like this interview with Steven Colbert:

Stephen: “What do you think happens when we die, Keanu Reeves?”

Keanu: I know that the ones who love us will miss us.

In eleven words, Keanu summed up the entire meaning of life. It was a moment of sheer brilliance.

Take Time to Answer a Question

In a relatively unknown interview with Keanu back in 2000, RollingStone writer, Chris Heath, picks up on how Keanu uses silence.

I ask him why he acts. For forty-two seconds, he says nothing. Not a word, a grunt, a prevarication, or a hint that an answer might come. For most of that time, his head is angled at ninety degrees away from me, as if that’s where the oxygen is.

“Uh,” he finally says, “the words that popped into my head were expression and, uh, it’s fun.” A few minutes later, I lob a vague question about whether he ever wants to write or direct. He lets out a kind of quiet sigh.

At its worst, it’s like this. You ask Keanu Reeves a question and . . . just wait. Out in space, planets collide, stars go supernova. On earth, forests fall, animals screech and roar. People shout and rant and weep with anger and joy and just for the hell of it.

And, all this time, Reeves sits there, entirely silent.

On this particular occasion, the silence lasts seventy-two seconds.

Rather than answering a question, Keanu waits to see if he has an answer worth giving. He then attempts to edit down his response in his head so that it can be understood. Many of the interviews with Keanu contain huge chunks of silence. That’s why his TV interviews aren’t that in-depth because it takes him time to respond and a three-minute TV interview just doesn’t do it.

The real answers to life’s toughest questions take time to answer.

Softly Spoken Brings People Closer

Billie Eilish does this with her music. Many of her songs contain lyrics that are softly sung and you have to lean in to understand what she’s saying.

Keanu uses softly spoken words in interviews to bring people in and take them on a journey. Hollywood wants him to be loud and fancy, but that’s not how he rolls, and he’s intentional about it.

We’re told to be loud. Social media teaches us to use caps, emojis, hashtags and big, bold captions on our videos to get people to listen.

What if doing the opposite of loud was really the answer to being heard?

A soft voice like Keanu’s draws you in, and then, only then, can you hear what he is trying to say.

One-liners that Break the Room

Journalist, Miki Turner, shares this thought about Keanu in her story titled “Keanu is a man of a few soft-spoken words.”

It’s not that Reeves is difficult because sometimes he’ll go completely left and deliver a one-liner that will break up the room — like when a reporter asked Reeves if he felt his career was being defined by his “Matrix” experience.

“I am the ambassador for the ‘Matrix’ trilogy,” Reeves said in a deep, robot-like voice. “My operating hours are…”

When you speak less and sit back and listen, during the rare times when you do talk, you have the space to deliver one-liners like Keanu that blow people’s minds and help them to think deeply.

Silence Breeds Curiosity

Keanu uses silence brilliantly in speeches and public performances. The silence helps the listener become curious about what he’s going to say. It breeds suspense and that helps you put your phone away and listen.

Silence breeds curiosity and curiosity leads to a conversation where someone will listen to you.

Being Quiet Interrupts the Pattern

Hollywood actors are typically loud and have large personalities. By being quiet like Keanu, you interrupt people’s thought patterns.

Try this: attend a work meeting that you’re supposed to be contributing to. Say nothing. Sit there and actively listen with an engaged look on your face. Continue to be quiet and resist the urge to fill up time with your voice. Watch what happens. At some point, your silence is going to break the pattern of the meeting. Somebody is going to ask you for your point of view and it’s during that moment that you will be “properly” heard.

The typical pattern of meetings and human conversation is to talk a lot. Try being quiet to break the pattern and help people think with your words.

People can’t resist the urge to talk — they also can’t resist the urge to hear from the people who are extremely quiet.

Pauses Allow Time for Reflection

The quiet ones like Keanu always seem to use strategic pauses.

Between each point they’re trying to make, they add a pause. When giving a compliment or expressing gratitude, they add a pause to ensure the maximum effect is felt by those listening.

Pauses in human dialogue allow our minds to think at a deeper level.

The challenge is often we um and ah our way through pauses rather than intentionally leaving a few.

A pause is a tool you can use to get people to think.

The Smarter you Become, the Less You Speak

This is the key lesson Keanu has taught me: You’re not smart by talking a lot. You’re not having an impact by increasing your speech volume or trying to be important. You’re smart when you do the following:

Let people talk first

Listen with intention

When your face shows you’re engaged in the conversation

You practice saying less

You lead with empathy

Quiet People Make us Think

Silence is not only golden; it makes you think. And we need more time to think during these uncertain times.

Conversely, you can’t think about what someone is saying if you’re lost in thoughts of what you’re going to say next.

It’s okay to be quiet so you can think.

Quiet people change the world.

#keanu reeves #quiet people #quiet

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emmaswanned · 7 years

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tagged by @danieljacksonned! :)

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name: Elyse || nickname: don’t have one! || zodiac sign: taurus

height: 5′3″ || orientation: straight || ethnicity: white

favorite fruit: apples :))) || favorite season: summer

favorite book: it’s Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter which i first read like 4 or 5 years ago and it STILL sounds dumb to say but i promise it’s NOT DUMB || favorite flower: gosh i don’t know flowers.... i like the ones that bloom on the trees in the spring and make the air smell good

favorite scent: fresh spring air. it’s just so nice outside rn it’s all i’m thinking about || favorite animal: cats

coffee, tea, or hot cocoa? hot cocoa

average hours of sleep: 6-8

cats or dogs? cats

favorite fictional character: emma swan, henry sturges

dream trip: disney world bc i am a child

when was your blog created? october 2010 YIKES

what do you post about? once upon a time, bates motel, and baseball mostly lol sorry

do you get asks on a regular basis? no

aesthetic: i wish i knew

favorite band/artist? sara bareilles

fictional characters I’d date: teddy flood from westworld

hogwarts house: ravenclaw ?

T W O

Countries I’ve lived in: just US

Favourite fandom: fandoms are.....bad

Languages you speak: English only

Favourite film(s) of 2016: Rogue One & Arrival

Last article you read: i think it was the one from Playbill announcing that Caissie Levy will play Elsa in Frozen on Broadway

Shuffle your music library and put your first three songs here: Fight Song - Rachel Platten; Helpless - Hamilton; Honey I’m Good - Andy Grammer

Last thing you bought online: plane tickets

How would your friends describe you? i hate this question what is this a job interview

How would your enemies describe you? ??? idk

Who would you take a bullet for? what immediately pops to mind are my tiny little cousins who i love

#danieljacksonned #sorry it took me a bit to answer this!

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swiftzeldas · 7 years

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tagged by @danieljacksonned!

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name: eryn || nickname: i don’t have one || zodiac sign: taurus

height: 5′3″ || orientation: straight || ethnicity: white

favorite fruit: bananas, apples, strawberries || favorite season: summer

favorite book: les miserables, inkheart, the raven cycle, the great gatsby, the secret history || favorite flower: maybe tiger lillies?? idk

favorite scent: lavender || favorite animal: cats

coffee, tea, or hot cocoa? hot cocoa

average hours of sleep: like 6 lol

cats or dogs? cats

favorite fictional character: enjolras, blue sargent, pam beesly

dream trip: i’m really trying not to say disney world but it’s so hard. other than that new zealand or going back to london would be great

when was your blog created? this particular blog in may of last year, but i’ve been on tumblr since the end of 2010

what do you post about? taylor swift, books (les mis and a myriad of others), a few tv shows, baseball

do you get asks on a regular basis? no

aesthetic: this photoshoot of carrie hope fletcher

favorite band/artist? taylor swift; the band perry

fictional characters I’d date: mr. bingley from pride and prejudice

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

T W O

Countries I’ve lived in: only the usa unless 6 weeks in london counts

Favourite fandom: i don’t really Fandom these days i just post about stuff i like so i just like the people on my dash because they’re generally nice and don’t give me too much fandom drama

Languages you speak: English and a little Swedish

Favourite film(s) of 2016: Arrival (Amy Adams was robbed). Star Trek Beyond was pretty great too

Last article you read: this lovely piece about ramona quimby

Shuffle your music library and put your first three songs here: i heard your voice in a dream (smash); mine (taylor swift); molly (emily kinney)

Last thing you bought online: i don’t remember but probably a book

How would your friends describe you? why doesn’t this bitch shut up about baseball

How would your enemies describe you? i don’t have enemies tbh i’m too nice outwardly

Who would you take a bullet for? my pets tbh

#about me #danieljacksonned

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stargate365 · 6 years

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[SG-1] 2.19: One False Step

It’s a Plane!MALP!! ✈️

It’s… a tower?

Oops. We crashed the plane…Into a plant?

What was that? It’s a strange dude in white!

“It means I feel like I’ve been here before” “that is correct DanielJackson, we arrived here yesterday”

Yikes. The plant is very deflated.

Return of the allergies.

Strange alien man is strange… and popping out of the bushes like daisies.

Is he… screaming? Like in fear?

There’s more of them!

“Try smiling”

Yikes… that would freak me out. I don’t like being touched by strangers

Pfft. I can see the zips on their backs.

Daniel has been painted like a Picasso. Roflmao 🤣

“Gotta wonder what they’re talking about in there” <— no Jack, you don’t want to know Daniel’s imitating a plane.

Is it just me or are their necklaces made to look like the plants?

“So they’re probably a little less evolved than we are…” and then the nice aliens bring back the UAV.

Uh-oh. That one just dropped like a stone.

What’s wrong now.

“I really hope it’s not because I sneezed on him.”

And another one bites the dust…

Janet is amazing and I love her. Napoleonic power monger. 💕

And now Jack is starting to get sick… uh-oh.

Okay. That’s a no on the ultrasound… MRI?

Well that explains why Sam couldn’t find a pulse in his neck earlier…

Whoa. That plant was trippy.

“What’s up?” “The plant… or it was.”

Jack and Daniel arguing like children. Sums them up 1000%

“What does that mean?” “I don’t know”

“Can you keep an eye on this plant thing for me?” “I shall keep both my eyes on it DanielJackson”

I love Teal’c. He’s just so zen. Built like a mountain, sweet as a marshellow and more peaceful than a human-free forest.

“There’s nothing wrong with you”

Ewww… Teal’c no. That’s so gross.

Sam and Daniel have cracked the code! Huzzah!!

Magic sound waves.

Teal’c? Please be feeling better… nope. But still not dead, that is good.

Daniel has had a lightbulb moment. 💡 💡 💡

Go team go! Rescue the planet!

It’s not as pretty as the plants, but the frequency emitter will do its job.

“…I talk to my plants okay.”

#day 51 #sg1 #stargate #stargate sg1 #stargate 365+1 #2x19 #sg1 2x19 #one false step #sg1: one false step #gif: spockvarietyhour

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xjennersonx · 6 years

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I did it!!! I finally caught them all!! The original SG-1 team. This is gonna save me a ton of money at future cons! #GateconTheInvasion #Gatecon #stargatecosplay #stargatesg1 #stargate #photoops #nerd #myface #scifi @reallivsmum @michael_shanks @iamchrisjudge #richarddeananderson #chrisjudge #michaelshanks #amandatapping #samanthacarter #danieljackson #tealc #jackoneill https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn6yhvMFXYF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gg1l7uis7s11

#gatecontheinvasion #gatecon #stargatecosplay #stargatesg1 #stargate #photoops #nerd #myface #scifi #richarddeananderson #chrisjudge #michaelshanks #amandatapping #samanthacarter #danieljackson #tealc #jackoneill

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cotrozzilivio · 3 years

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nello strepito notturno nemmeno il vento percorre a casaccio la stessa via infestata di uomini una folla di uno zoo che fa ressa sulla strada. Tutto mi è famigliare. Forse significa che il tempo si è fermato un istante. - in the noise of the night not even the wind walks haphazardly the same street infested with men a crowd of a zoo crowding the street. Everything is familiar to me. Maybe it means that the time stopped for a moment. #buongiorno #morning #mondobongo #instapoet #cotrozzi #poetry #poesia #poesiaitalianacontemporanea #art #photography pic credit #danieljackson https://www.instagram.com/p/CRJESXch903/?utm_medium=tumblr

#buongiorno #morning #mondobongo #instapoet #cotrozzi #poetry #poesia #poesiaitalianacontemporanea #art #photography #danieljackson

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godwithwethands · 3 years

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Stargate SG-1, 9.20 Camelot

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downtownplayboy · 4 years

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Me yearning for #Spring 🌞 💐🌷🌟🌴#fakeittillyoumakeit ⭐️#saskiadebrauw by #danieljackson #vogueitalia (at Manhattan, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8w1BjcgUgB/?igshid=143bzsk4sti8l

#spring #fakeittillyoumakeit #saskiadebrauw #danieljackson #vogueitalia

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kissherjack-blog · 7 years

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I wrote a thing

The solid whack of pool balls smacking against each other washed over Daniel as he entered the bar. Coaches was a little further off their normal path, but after getting banned from O'Malley’s for 3 months they’d taken a liking to this place.

Daniel noted that he was the last to arrive, the Colonel’s truck & Sam’s bike were already parked out front. He spotted Teal'C in a corner both & brushed past some young coeds to reach the table.

“Hey, guys.” he nodded at them. Teal'C was wedged in the corner on one side of the booth, Jack sat smack in the middle on the other.

“Where’s Sam?” He asked, picking up a tumbler from in front of the Colonel.

“Over there kicking some guys ass at pool.”

“Poor guy.” Daniel responded before taking a healthy swig from the glass, immediately wishing he hadn’t. Sputtering & coughing in a manner he was sure would have Jack making fun of him for months, he grimaced & slid the glass back over to his friend, slapping his chest once to get his esophagus to cease its spasm.

“Easy there..” Jack muttered.

“Jesus Jack, what is that? Isopropyl alcohol?”

“It’s Stagg & its mine, Daniel.” Carter said from behind him as she counted her twenties & pocketed them.

“Should I assume that beverages are provided by you this evening, MajorCarter?” Teal'C said.

“Here, here.” Jack said raising his beer bottle in a toast & taking a swig.

“Well, in that case…” Sam took the bottle right out of his hand & polished it off. Jack quirked an eyebrow at her and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly in response. “Daniel, what can I get you?” she asked.

“Uh,” still slightly flabbergasted at her deliberate… would that be considered a flirt? Shaking his head mentally to answer the question at hand, he figured he would stick with his regular. “Coors golden?”

“Sure thing, Danielle.” She giggled walking away.

“She’s certainly in a good mood tonight.” Daniel noted absently as he slid into the booth next to Teal'C.

“You have no idea.” Jack responded watching her go. He loved it when she rode her bike places, those boots, those jeans, it did things, made him think things a CO just shouldn’t think about his 2IC.

“If I did not have previous knowledge to the contrary I would propose that MajorCarter were expecting to rendezvous with a potential suitor this evening.”

Jack squinted across the table at their resident Jaffa. A little bit of alcohol in his system made their friend a little harder to understand after a long week.

“A date?” Daniel scuffed.

“It’s not beyond the realm of possibility.” Carter said, sliding Daniel his beer & scooting in next to Jack.

“Really?” Jack asked her. She shrugged. And Daniel squinted like he was missing something.

“Huh.” Jack grunted, finally looking back at the guys across the table. “How bout that.” He muttered quietly.

Daniel couldn’t be sure, but he thought perhaps maybe something had just changed between the two military members of his team.

The evening proceeded as usual, light banter, coded talk about their mission that week, & a discussion of whether the Broncos would beat the Seahawks at home the next day. It wasn’t until his sixth beer that Daniel noted Jacks arm was still casually slung behind Sam. It wasn’t unusual for her to be approached once or twice while they were there, even while she was with them. Men usually figured if she wasn’t hanging all over one of the guys she was with, she was single. Those brave enough, or dumb enough, depending on how you thought about it, would sometimes send a drink her way or just flat out approach her. More often than not, to make things easier on Sam, whoever was next to her would throw an arm across her shoulders. More & more lately, that person had been Jack. As it had been tonight. A half hour ago. And his arm was still there. The bits and pieces started to collect in Daniels head like a chevron locking. Finally, as he saw Jacks fingers brush her hair just so, it was as if the seventh chevron clunked solidly into place.

“Oh my God.” He muttered.

Sam squinted at him, “What?”

“You DO have a date!” he responded, thrusting the tip of his beer bottle at her.

She was tempted to laugh at his drunken mannerisms, “I do?”

“Yeah,” he looked back & forth between her & Jack. Jack shifted in his seat under the scrutiny. “You guys. You two. This is the perfect cover.”

“This is a puzzle I did not believe we would see you solve, DanielJackson.”

Daniel turned, jaw hanging open like a fish, to peer up at who he thought had been on his side. “You knew, too?!” he squeaked with betrayal in his voice.

Teal'C inclined his head in the affirmative.

“What the..?” Daniel began shaking his head, looking around like everything he knew was a lie.

“I think it’s time for you to go home, Danny boy.” Jack said, nudging Carter so she’d get up.

“I can drive him, in his vehicle, if you wish.” Teal'C informed them.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Jack said, nodding.

They managed to get a wobbly Daniel out of the bar & into the passenger seat of his car without issue, well, if you considered him muttering “I can’t believe you all knew about Smack & no one even told me. Not one of you told meee.” a non-issue.

“Smack?” Jack asked Sam.

“I think it’s supposed to be Sam & Jack, but you know how he gets…”

“Ah.”

“When are we going to tell him, Jack?”

“You mean that every week he figures it out when he’s had enough to drink that he thinks we’d break regs & every week he forgets because the amount of alcohol it took him to figure it out is also the same amount of alcohol it takes him to forget absolutely everything?”

“Yeah, that.”

Jack shrugged, slung his arm around Sam & watched Teal'C drive off, “what’d be the fun in that?”

#stargate sg1 #team time #sam Carter #jack O'Neill #Daniel Jackson #Teal'C

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