Thawing by Kres (NC-17)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Sam/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Sam/Daniel
Category: Het, Slash, Romance, Stranded
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kres
Author's Website: Explorations: SPN and SG-1 Fan Fiction
Link: Thawing
Why This Must Be Read: Because I keep going back to it, despite the fact that I think the nonlinear nature of the story distracts from the storytelling. It's very gentle, without being too soft or gooey; I particularly like the fiercely loving, yet self-contained, Jack that Kres gives us here.
"Sir."
She never got around to calling him Jack. She said she didn't want it to become a habit, because, when they came back to the SGC - and it was still when back in the summer - she wouldn't want to accidentally slip.
It seemed like a reasonable explanation at the time.
Jack kisses her neck, then props his chin on her shoulder. "Wha'cha got there, Carter?" he whispers, his arms slipping around her waist, palms tracing the curves of her hips.
Come to think about it, he never got around to calling her Sam, either. And he didn't even have to come up with his own explanation.
Daniel teased them about it for a while, trying to make them jealous. He made them both speak his name over and over, and whispered their names himself. He wrote the words on their bodies with his mouth, and breathed them into their skin. He made it his quest, his Holy Grail, for at least a month back in the summer. He lectured them about the meaning of names, and their names in particular; something he said he'd read long ago or - as Jack was more inclined to think - made up as he went, because it was just too colorful to be true.
Finally they had enough. Jack doesn't remember if it was Carter's idea or his, but he did appreciate its brilliance none the less. The next time Daniel went into the lecture mode, Carter and Jack ganged up on him, tied him up to the bed and made him call them ma'am and sir until they were all out of breath. Jack managed to keep it light, though, so before the night was over, they were all collapsing with laughter, as well as for other, much more pleasurable reasons.
It's become one of the things they do when they are really, really bored with the rhythm of their lives.
Pairing: Jack/Sam/Daniel
Category: Het, Slash, Romance, Stranded
Warning:
Author on LJ:
kresAuthor's Website: Explorations: SPN and SG-1 Fan Fiction
Link: Thawing
Why This Must Be Read: Because I keep going back to it, despite the fact that I think the nonlinear nature of the story distracts from the storytelling. It's very gentle, without being too soft or gooey; I particularly like the fiercely loving, yet self-contained, Jack that Kres gives us here.
"Sir."
She never got around to calling him Jack. She said she didn't want it to become a habit, because, when they came back to the SGC - and it was still when back in the summer - she wouldn't want to accidentally slip.
It seemed like a reasonable explanation at the time.
Jack kisses her neck, then props his chin on her shoulder. "Wha'cha got there, Carter?" he whispers, his arms slipping around her waist, palms tracing the curves of her hips.
Come to think about it, he never got around to calling her Sam, either. And he didn't even have to come up with his own explanation.
Daniel teased them about it for a while, trying to make them jealous. He made them both speak his name over and over, and whispered their names himself. He wrote the words on their bodies with his mouth, and breathed them into their skin. He made it his quest, his Holy Grail, for at least a month back in the summer. He lectured them about the meaning of names, and their names in particular; something he said he'd read long ago or - as Jack was more inclined to think - made up as he went, because it was just too colorful to be true.
Finally they had enough. Jack doesn't remember if it was Carter's idea or his, but he did appreciate its brilliance none the less. The next time Daniel went into the lecture mode, Carter and Jack ganged up on him, tied him up to the bed and made him call them ma'am and sir until they were all out of breath. Jack managed to keep it light, though, so before the night was over, they were all collapsing with laughter, as well as for other, much more pleasurable reasons.
It's become one of the things they do when they are really, really bored with the rhythm of their lives.
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