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she’s kneeling between his legs 

his hand goes to rest on her back even before their lips touch 

he doesn’t just wait for her, but is leaning forward to meet her halfway

her left hand must have rested on his right leg before she moved it to touch his neck 

or she places it there to steady herself as she moves to kneel between his open legs

both her hands on his neck 

we know from the bit in the episode that he raises his right hand later to touch her jaw 

although this may not be the same take

we have no idea exactly how many times they kissed

I saw this bts moments when I was watching s1 and I screeched because I thought this would really happen

look how into the kiss they are 

also how lazy and unhurried this kiss is. They’re content to take theit time

Hey @samcaarter!! You probably thought I forgot about this! Because it’s been FOREVER!!!! But the joke’s on you, because I had an idea for this right away and it’s been haunting me every single day…. I guess that means maybe the joke’s on me…. anyway, here you go. Amy Carter with Reetou Charlie (no bonus points though, maybe in another year?)

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“Ok,” Amy says, all serious and poised. She has practiced for this moment. She is ready. “Pick a card, any card.” 

Charlie considers his options with due thoughtfulness.

“But don’t pick the bottom one,” she adds hastily. “Any card except that one.” 

I couldn’t think of a good reason why they’d fight. Like seriously. So I hope you’ll like this. Bonus point though, they’re stuck in an elevator. ~1800 words

They arelate.

And waitingfor her teams to check in when they’re late is always hard. But this timethere’s something different. This time it’s not just her team, but also herhusband who’s out there.

And she’sstuck on base, unable to do anything but wait.

Walterwalks around the control room, glancing at her and pretending to do something, but she ignores him.She doesn’t have to be anywhere else anyway.

It’s almostmidnight, so not a lot of people are around, which is a good thing. She’s notfrantic or hysterical, but she is quietly losing her mind, and she’d ratherhave few witnesses.

The planetis supposed to be safe, they’ve visited it before. Except this time the local authorities requestedGeneral O'Neill to go to their planet to renegotiate their treaty. GeneralO'Neill politely explained that he was in fact no longer a general, but theywouldn’t listen. So Hayes “reinstated” his rank for just a few days.There are things on that planet they need, like naquadah and some plants withmedicinal properties.

And beingfive hours late is nothing new for SG-1, for any SG-1 it seems. Maybe theyfinished their negotiations and are partying right now. But still she stands inthe control room, waiting for something to happen.

“Uh,General? Do you want me to dial them again?” Walter asks her as he sits inhis chair in front of the dialing computer.

The lasttime they tried they couldn’t raise anyone on the radio, and that’s when Samstarted to worry.

“Whatif they dial in when we dial out?” she asks.

Waltersighs. “I’m sure they’re okay.”

Sam keepsher gaze locked on the Stargate. “Yeah.”

***

One hourand one reluctant trip to the commissary later the sirens finally go off.

Sam runsdown the stairs to the control room and anxiously watches the Gate.

“It’sSG-1,” says Walter almost the exact moment the wormhole forms. “Uh.” He taps his earpiece. “Colonel Mitchell saysthey’re fine and they’re sorry.”

Sam letsout a sigh of relief. “Defense team, stand down,” she says into themicrophone and heads down to the gate room as Walter opens the iris.

She feelsthe adrenaline starting to fade and then SG-1 walks through the Gate.Well, most of them walk. Jack and Cameron limp, leaning heavily on Teal'c and Daniel.

“Sam,”Vala says, “It’s fine.”

“There’sbeen a minor misunderstanding,” Captain Hailey says stopping in front ofSam. “The local government could’ve handled it without our assistance, butwe just couldn’t resist.”

“Hey.”Mitchell glares at her, but Hailey doesn’t even turn to look at him.

“It’snothing really,” Daniel says. “Sprained ankles and a couple ofbruises.”

“I amfine, General Carter,” Teal'c says, maybe a little smugly, and Sam looksat him. He seems fine indeed, but then her gaze shifts to the man he’s helpingto stay on his feet, and her heart skips a beat.

Jack avoidslooking at her, and it tells her everything she needs to know.

“Reportto the infirmary. Now,” she says, her voice flat. “Captain Hailey,you can tell me what the hell happened.”

***

Sam callsthe infirmary instead of going there herself. Everyone is fine like they said,but Jack and Cameron will have to take it easy for the next week at least.

She thanksthe nurse and leans back in her chair. Serves them right, she thinks.

Now thatshe knows exactly what happened, the last thing she wants to do is talk tothem. She can still feel her insides shake.

“GeneralCarter,” Teal'c says gently and knocks on the open door.

Sam wantsto yell at him, but the truth is he’s not their babysitter. He’s not even onSG-1 anymore. “You’re leaving?”

Teal'cinclines his head. “I am. I hope to see you again in two weeks.”

“Oh.Oh yes, of course we will be there.” She thinks about it for a moment.“Well, I’ll be there.”

Teal'csmiles, just a bit. “Do not hurt O'Neill too severely.”

“He’shurt enough, alright.”

“Indeedhe is.”

Sam doesn’treally want to talk to him. She can’t blame him, and all she wants at the moment is to yell atsomeone. “Tell Ishta I said hello.”

“Iwill,” Teal'c says and nods his head before heading down to the controlroom.

Sam takes adeep breath. It’s almost two in the morning. The base is as deserted as it canget. And she really needs to get some sleep.

***

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He can’t keep his hands off her–fingers brushing over her elbow in reassurance, hand on the back of her neck, shoulder bumping hers, hip checking hers. She was almost lost to him and these situations push the feelings they keep buried up to the surface, leaking through. 

It’s not enough, these touches, though. He needs to feel her heart beat beneath the pads of his fingers, beneath his lips as he kisses her neck. He needs to feel he legs wrapped around his waist, her hands in his hair, and the searing heat of her clenching around his cock. 

They’re getting ready to walk back through the Gate and he crowds behind her–he hasn’t been far from her side since Nirrti’s experiments–when he dips his head low and his breath ghosts over the shell of her ear. “I need to be inside you,” he says, watching goosebumps pimple her flesh at his words. It’s dangerous to say it out loud, but he needs her to know that he needs reassurances that she’s alive and warm and still here. 

She turns her head enough to let her ear and temple brush against his lips, a gesture small enough to be passed off as accidental but something they cling to with relentless desperation.

“Come over tonight. I need,” her breath hitches and then continues. “I need you.”