D.C. Series by Annerb Older Teens (by Author)

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Rec Category: Jack/Sam
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter
Category: Jack/Sam. Het. Angst. romance.
Warning: Het, Adult Situations, Sexual Situations
Author on LJ:annerbhp 
 Author's Website: annerbhp.livejournal.com
Link: annerbhp.livejournal.com/10493.html#cutid1

Why This Must Be Read:

This series of five stories (so far), follows Jack and Sam during season 9, as he goes to DC and she takes off to Area 51. Now that they finally have their chance to be together, they are both a little lost as to what steps to take next. Although deeply in love, the characters find that overcoming 8 years of baggage is not as easy as it looks. It's interesting to follow these two people who are so cool professionally, revert to acting like awkward 12 year olds in their love lives.
Annerb is, without a doubt, one of the best Jack/Sam writers to date. Visually, this story is so well done it feels like the reader is actually watching the show. The author goes from angst to humor to smarm effortlessly, and at the same time keeps the characters spot on.
The author originally planned for the series to be a trilogy, but, has decided to extend it. She is hoping to follow the series through season 10. Although this is a series, all of the stories are great as stand-alones

1. Out of Context
2. Far From the Cynics in This Town
3. D.C. Sleeps Alone Tonight
4. Signal Degradation
5. Your My Destination

She stumbles into him again, apparently getting shoved from behind.

“Sorry, s-,” she begins to say.

He can see her physically bite down on the truncated word, amusement just as quickly replaced with annoyance at herself for the near slip. She’s gone at least five hours, after all, without calling him ‘sir’ once.

“Sorry,” she reiterates, dropping her eyes from his face. At this point he’s not sure what she’s apologizing for anymore.

When the car comes to a graceless halt a moment later, her fingers tighten on his shoulder as people jostle on and off around them. Deciding he doesn’t like the look of the guy now standing behind her, Jack pulls her a little closer. He’s just thinking of her safety. The car speeds up again and he watches the top of her head as the lights in the tunnel whiz by, splashing colors on her hair.

“Why are you sorry?” he asks.

She looks up at him, clearly startled by the question. Her mouth opens as if to reply, but falls short of forming any actual words. Her hand flattens against his chest, her fingers tapping absently.

“I guess I’m not, really,” she eventually decides, a glimmer of stubbornness in her eyes.

“Good,” he says, glad to see the resurgence of her earlier surety.

“Yeah?” she asks, raising one eyebrow at him.

She’s looking amused again, and he definitely prefers that.

“Yeah,” he confirms, pulling her a little closer under the guise of letting some people squeeze by.

A noisy bunch of teenagers push on at the next stop, but he likes to think that is just the excuse she uses. She’s always been stellar at tactics.

She pitches forward again, only this time instead of settling back, she takes advantage of the forward momentum. With her face now mere inches from his, her eyes latch onto his as her fingers deliberately slide across his shoulder, coming to rest at the back of his neck. He sucks in a breath, the gentle press of her fingers against his skin sending a trail of sensation down his spine, making him very aware of every point of contact between them.

All he would have to do is lean in slightly, he thinks, his hands tightening on her waist as the urge to kiss her rises as physical pressure in his chest. The surge of the metro lifts her just slightly closer and he’s not sure who actually kisses who in the end, only knows that it doesn’t really matter.

Like everything else about this surreal evening he’s spent with her, kissing her is surprising and easy and much, much better than he would have expected.