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TITLE: One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila...Bed? One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila...Bed? Jack woked up naked. Someone else lay naked beside him - no cause for concern, if the body had been feminine. It looked like Daniel. Through a reverberating hangover, one thought stood out: I didn't do anything...did I? Uncertainty was a terrible thing. "Gnnnggh..." Jack froze as someone grunted behind him. "Colonel?" Jack dared a glance over his shoulder and met Jonas' shocked eyes over bare chest. SHIT! What the hell happened last night? He remembered tequila and not much else. "Uh...Colonel..." The door opened. In strolled Carter. "Good morning, siiiii..." She stopped. She blinked. She stared. She fell over laughing. * Not Wise "This is not wise, Major Carter." But Teal'c rolled Daniel naked into the bed anyway. "Perhaps not," Sam said, peeling off the Colonel's shirt. "But after what he put Daniel and Jonas up to tonight, he deserves it!" Silence. The Colonel was soft and warm and smelled very nice. Very nice indeed. Down, girl. He lay like one dead - or at least dead drunk - as she eased his clothing off. Ignore the hard-on, Sam. She looked away as she eased his boxers down. Then Teal'c laid Jonas down, utterly nude. Not one man moved. Dead drunk, indeed. Sweet dreams, guys. * Oh No Daniel was drunk. She hoped he was drunk. God, she hoped he was drunk! Not that she didn't like him... It was just that she didn't like him like this. All over her for one. She very gently peeled his arm off her shoulders while he pouted, and said with false brightness, "I'm going to get another drink." She needed one. "Anyone?" Jonas perked up. "I'll come with you!" The Colonel nearly snorted his beer. Middle aged? No way. Adolescent at best. At the bar, Jonas pressed against her back. "Y'know, Sam, you've been so nice to me..." Oh, no. * Definitely the Last Time Never let a Kelownan near an adopted Abydonian in a bar. Never let them near the tequila. Never let them challenge each other to a drinking duel. Never let the Colonel join in on the duel. It was the first time SG-1 had been out together - all five of them. If Sam had anything to say about it, it would most definitely be the last. The Colonel was breathing in her ear, tilting sideways into her personal space. And she was sure that his hand was about to land… Yup. Major Carter's right thigh, meet Colonel O'Neill's left hand. Crap. * Just a Coupla Suggestions... He was intoxicated enough to feel a little annoyed by the way she was brushing him off. The little voice that usually said she had a good reason to brush his flirtations off was getting deafened by the beered-up part of him informing him that he was her-her-her-her commanding officer and she should-should-should listen to himmmmm... Huh. He'd show her. It was him or-or-or-or Daniel. Yeah. Daniel with his eyes that women went gaga over and-and-and-and-and his glassessss. Or Jonas. And alllllllllll those questions. Loooooooots of questions. And cute smile. Carter had a cuuuuuute smile... A couple-couple-coupla suggestions wouldn't hurt... * Sweet Ass of Mine… Definitely the last time Teal'c was going to get a camera from Jack. Even Daniel woke up when the flash went off. Jonas was half out of the bed before he realised he was butt naked and Carter was grinning her sweet little ass off by the door. Sweet…little…ass… Oh. Dear. Holy. Mary. Mother. Of. God. Please let his memory not be telling him that he groped Carter's ass last night while drunk out of his mind. Please? And a nice ass it was, too, his memory unhelpfully supplied. Shuddup. Hey, it was! Oh. Jeeze. Okay, recriminations later… What now? * Bein' Too Friennly... "Psst! Guys!" They were dishcushing shomefing impooooortant. Shomefing. Jonash and him. Him and Jonash. About fisssssh. Yup. Fishies in glass bowlies. "Jack, I doooon't think that Sam..." Mmm...Sam was reeeeally quite bootyful. Not just when Daniel was drunk o-course. But very bootyful. A different bootyful to Sha're. OhboySha'reit'sbeenalongtimesinceIthoughtabouther... Yup. He was drunk. He had the vocabberlairy to prove it. "Carter's 'noring me." Jack was drunk too. And sulking in his beer. Heeeeeeee... Suuuuuulky Jack. Rejected by bootyful Sam... "You're bein' too friennly, Colonel," Jonash shuggeshted. "If you were friennly, she might like it better." "Me?" "Us?" "You. Both." Heeeey Saaaaaam... * Hush "I remember leaving the bar," Jonas offered. Daniel dumped his face in his hands, "I don't even 'member that far." Sam watched them attempt to reconstruct last night's events, grinning. They made quite a picture. There were three in the bed... "We could always check the sheets..." Flushes swept from brow to chin, and, in Daniel's case, across shoulders. "Uh... No, Carter... Oh. Hi, Teal'c." "Good morning, O'Neill, Jonas, Daniel Jackson." Silence. Then, "Teal'c, you don't remember anything...?" Teal'c turned. "They have not worked it out?" "Worked what out...?" Realisation. "Car-ter!" She took the only option available to her. She ran. * No Place Like Home She wouldn't even be safe at home. The Colonel had the key to her apartment, and as soon as he was dressed - and had dealt with the hangover using a large cup of coffee - he would be around to get her. 'Trouble' was not the only thing she was going to find herself in. And Teal'c was dead. Totally dead. She'd been about to get away with it, too! Okay, okay…where can I go? Janet's? Too obvious. In to the base? He'd just follow. That revenge would be enacted was not a possibility. It was a certainty. Ding-dong. Too late. * Bad Girls "Do you know what happens to bad girls, Carter?" The Colonel crooned, eyes slitted. She didn't want to know. She really didn't want to know. Daniel was mad, but more embarrassed than angry. Jonas had taken it as a joke. But the Colonel was furious. "Uh…" She grabbed at the first answer she could think of - Monty Python. "They get a spanking?" The grin he gave her was almost feral. "A spanking and then oral sex? Sounds good." Dear Holy Christ. He was still drunk. He wasn't thinking straight. He was joking. Definitely joking. Then she discovered that he wasn't. * Potential. You put the lime in the coconut and drink 'em bot' up! It wasn't exactly a bellyache. He definitely wouldn't be going to see the Doc about it. He might find himself standing in Hammond's office answering sexual harrassment charges, though. His head ached abominably. He didn't dare look at Carter, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him, bare shoulders shivering. He might run his tongue down her spine and over her hip into her lap and start all over again. Potential to give and take such pleasure... Jack moved before he thought about it. *
Bring On The Night He blamed the tequila hangover for the first time. He had no such excuse for the next time, or the times subsequent to that... If the others thought they were a little stiff with each other, they put it down to his embarrassment at getting caught naked in bed with two men, and her embarrassment at having engineered the situation. They had no idea. Nothing was said about it, but night after night he turned up at her place - or she at his. Secrets and sex, passion and promise, laughter and libido, cunnilingus and care. Love. Bring on the night. * FIN |
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