Setting the Mood by Sarah_M (NC-17)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Pairings: Jack/Sam
Categories: Het, first time, humor
Warnings: None
Word Count: 6100
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Link: Setting the Mood
Author's Summary:
The moment they open the door to their room two things become immediately apparent. One is that the room is incredibly small and there is not much space available to actually give each other any space, and other is that Ethan the clerk clearly has different understanding of what a double means.
“He said there were two beds!” he glares at the lone bed occupying the majority of the floor area as though it was an offence to them both.
If it wasn’t bad enough that they’ve been caught in a thunder storm together, leaving them soaking wet, now they have to spend the night in the same motel room in the same bed. It’s the beginnings of a clichéd romance novel - and that is not what they need.
Why This Must Be Read:
Oh, come on! Who can resists "but there was only one bed!" fic. That's exactly what this is.
“Evening,” Jack smiles with a feigned enthusiasm, “Fine weather you’re having here.”
“You’re wet,” he states dully, chewing his gum, his eyes leaving the comic book in his hands.
“Nothing gets past you does it...” Jack says glib.
“Is there any chance of us getting a room tonight?” Sam interjects, her hands folding up under her arms to hold herself as she shivers at the coolness of the air conditioning in the small and drab reception space. She hates feeling like a drown rat - on this world or any other.
“Sign says no.”
This guy could not sound more indifferent. Suddenly Jack’s pleased that water is pooling on the linoleum beneath his muddy boots, because it’s probably going to annoy young Ethan later. “We can see that. What we want to know is if you are sure there’s nothing. Sometimes these things aren’t always up to the minute.”
Sam flashes a smile at clerk and uses her most polite tone, trying a different angle then whatever the Colonel is going for. “We’re with the air force. I’m Major Carter this is Colonel O’Neill - our car died not far down the road and we are kind of in a bind here. We could really use a place to stay if you can help?”
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Pairings: Jack/Sam
Categories: Het, first time, humor
Warnings: None
Word Count: 6100
Author's Profile on AO3: AO3 Profile
Link: Setting the Mood
Author's Summary:
The moment they open the door to their room two things become immediately apparent. One is that the room is incredibly small and there is not much space available to actually give each other any space, and other is that Ethan the clerk clearly has different understanding of what a double means.
“He said there were two beds!” he glares at the lone bed occupying the majority of the floor area as though it was an offence to them both.
If it wasn’t bad enough that they’ve been caught in a thunder storm together, leaving them soaking wet, now they have to spend the night in the same motel room in the same bed. It’s the beginnings of a clichéd romance novel - and that is not what they need.
Why This Must Be Read:
Oh, come on! Who can resists "but there was only one bed!" fic. That's exactly what this is.
“Evening,” Jack smiles with a feigned enthusiasm, “Fine weather you’re having here.”
“You’re wet,” he states dully, chewing his gum, his eyes leaving the comic book in his hands.
“Nothing gets past you does it...” Jack says glib.
“Is there any chance of us getting a room tonight?” Sam interjects, her hands folding up under her arms to hold herself as she shivers at the coolness of the air conditioning in the small and drab reception space. She hates feeling like a drown rat - on this world or any other.
“Sign says no.”
This guy could not sound more indifferent. Suddenly Jack’s pleased that water is pooling on the linoleum beneath his muddy boots, because it’s probably going to annoy young Ethan later. “We can see that. What we want to know is if you are sure there’s nothing. Sometimes these things aren’t always up to the minute.”
Sam flashes a smile at clerk and uses her most polite tone, trying a different angle then whatever the Colonel is going for. “We’re with the air force. I’m Major Carter this is Colonel O’Neill - our car died not far down the road and we are kind of in a bind here. We could really use a place to stay if you can help?”
