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Bird Stealing Bread by Jennghis Kahn, R
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Jack, Sam/Pete
Length: 5930 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
surrealphantast
Author Website: http://surreallis-fic.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read:
Classic stranded-on-another planet, but this time with a twist - It's not just Sam and Jack who get stuck. Jenn takes a somewhat unbelievable premise and makes it an awkward, uncomfortable and utterly believable story about three people forced to confront two relationships that never devolves into caricature, cliche or melodrama, as most stories involving these three characters do.
Jack knew she meant it as reassurance. They'd reached that point after seven years, hadn't they? The point where they could offer an affectionate touch as reassurance and not have it mean anything more? Of course they had. They did it at home at the SGC, on missions, in the briefing room in front of General Hammond. Because they were friends.
He kept that thought close as he turned back toward her. Her thumb was burning a hole in his wrist, sending the blood rushing away. He slid a hand over her flat stomach, the side of his little finger dragging along the rough edge on the waistband of her BDU's. "I know," he said. "But we still have regulations."
She was staring at him, and he could see the confusion in her eyes. He realized, even as his fingers started tracing along the curve of her ribs, that he'd gone too far. This wasn't something he was doing for reassurance, and there was no way to pretend he was. This wasn't something he did. Ever.
Her fingers squeezed his wrist a little tighter, and he heard the sound of her breath coming out in a quietly surprised gasp. She swallowed and looked up at him.
He needed to move his hand. He needed to stop touching her and look away and maybe even get up and walk away. Instead, he stared back and suddenly his whole hand was sliding upward over her ribs and he was feeling the warmth of her skin beneath cotton, the softly curved underside of her breast against the backs of his fingers, and the steady lift of her body as she struggled to breathe normally.
God... too much.
He was sinking down toward her when Pete's voice called from the path they'd worn between the river and the cabin. "Whooo!"
Bird Stealing Bread
Pairing: Sam/Jack, Sam/Pete
Length: 5930 words
Author on LJ:
surrealphantastAuthor Website: http://surreallis-fic.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read:
Classic stranded-on-another planet, but this time with a twist - It's not just Sam and Jack who get stuck. Jenn takes a somewhat unbelievable premise and makes it an awkward, uncomfortable and utterly believable story about three people forced to confront two relationships that never devolves into caricature, cliche or melodrama, as most stories involving these three characters do.
Jack knew she meant it as reassurance. They'd reached that point after seven years, hadn't they? The point where they could offer an affectionate touch as reassurance and not have it mean anything more? Of course they had. They did it at home at the SGC, on missions, in the briefing room in front of General Hammond. Because they were friends.
He kept that thought close as he turned back toward her. Her thumb was burning a hole in his wrist, sending the blood rushing away. He slid a hand over her flat stomach, the side of his little finger dragging along the rough edge on the waistband of her BDU's. "I know," he said. "But we still have regulations."
She was staring at him, and he could see the confusion in her eyes. He realized, even as his fingers started tracing along the curve of her ribs, that he'd gone too far. This wasn't something he was doing for reassurance, and there was no way to pretend he was. This wasn't something he did. Ever.
Her fingers squeezed his wrist a little tighter, and he heard the sound of her breath coming out in a quietly surprised gasp. She swallowed and looked up at him.
He needed to move his hand. He needed to stop touching her and look away and maybe even get up and walk away. Instead, he stared back and suddenly his whole hand was sliding upward over her ribs and he was feeling the warmth of her skin beneath cotton, the softly curved underside of her breast against the backs of his fingers, and the steady lift of her body as she struggled to breathe normally.
God... too much.
He was sinking down toward her when Pete's voice called from the path they'd worn between the river and the cabin. "Whooo!"
Bird Stealing Bread