fic: The Hat Hair Of Jack O'Neill
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seldearTITLE: The Hat Hair Of Jack O'Neill
SUMMARY: Sam thinks the beanie looks ridiculous.
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gwemegil, whose request was: "...in honor of that horrific beanie in Window of Opportunity. You know he had to have hat hair after wearing that thing around!"
The Hat Hair Of Jack O'Neill
There were no words for how ridiculous he looked, so Sam just laughed.
Her commanding officer (former), scowled at her from beneath the black woolen beanie that he'd pulled down over his ears. "Carter!"
Once upon a time, she would have stifled the laugh. Now, she just grinned. "You don't have anything else to wear on your head?"
"My caps are all back in DC," he grumped. "And I like this. It's warm." The grumble came with a sulk more suited to a fourteen year old boy than a fifty-four year old man. Then again, Sam had always known that men could be very big babies when they set their minds to it.
And she was only proven right when she nipped the beanie off his head as she passed him on the way to the door.
He was a little older and his joints were stiff. She actually managed to get to the end of the cabin porch before he caught up with her and they tumbled into the drifts of snow outside.
Cold. Breathtaking, powdery cold all over her back and down her neck and in her hair; but Sam was laughing as they struggled in the snow for possession of the beanie. His hair was sticking up at all angles, short and tufted and oddly shaped, and his body covered her, warm and moving with all the youthfulness of spirit that he claimed to have lost long ago.
"Aha!" He finally managed to get hold of her wrist and claim back the beanie. "Age defeats beauty, Carter."
She grinned as he stuck the beanie back on his head, and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, yanking him down to her for a long, slow meld of mouths.
Jack seemed more than happy to get fully into the action.
When a gust of wind alerted them to the fact that they were lying in the snow, he lifted his head over her and drawled, "Not that this isn't a nice way to spend the day, Carter, but shouldn't we continue this conversation insi--aaaaiieee!"
She'd nipped snow down the back of his collar.
Later, inside, with the beanie off (as well as assorted other items of clothing), Jack took his time at revenge.
fin
SUMMARY: Sam thinks the beanie looks ridiculous.
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: For
gwemegil, whose request was: "...in honor of that horrific beanie in Window of Opportunity. You know he had to have hat hair after wearing that thing around!"The Hat Hair Of Jack O'Neill
There were no words for how ridiculous he looked, so Sam just laughed.
Her commanding officer (former), scowled at her from beneath the black woolen beanie that he'd pulled down over his ears. "Carter!"
Once upon a time, she would have stifled the laugh. Now, she just grinned. "You don't have anything else to wear on your head?"
"My caps are all back in DC," he grumped. "And I like this. It's warm." The grumble came with a sulk more suited to a fourteen year old boy than a fifty-four year old man. Then again, Sam had always known that men could be very big babies when they set their minds to it.
And she was only proven right when she nipped the beanie off his head as she passed him on the way to the door.
He was a little older and his joints were stiff. She actually managed to get to the end of the cabin porch before he caught up with her and they tumbled into the drifts of snow outside.
Cold. Breathtaking, powdery cold all over her back and down her neck and in her hair; but Sam was laughing as they struggled in the snow for possession of the beanie. His hair was sticking up at all angles, short and tufted and oddly shaped, and his body covered her, warm and moving with all the youthfulness of spirit that he claimed to have lost long ago.
"Aha!" He finally managed to get hold of her wrist and claim back the beanie. "Age defeats beauty, Carter."
She grinned as he stuck the beanie back on his head, and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, yanking him down to her for a long, slow meld of mouths.
Jack seemed more than happy to get fully into the action.
When a gust of wind alerted them to the fact that they were lying in the snow, he lifted his head over her and drawled, "Not that this isn't a nice way to spend the day, Carter, but shouldn't we continue this conversation insi--aaaaiieee!"
She'd nipped snow down the back of his collar.
Later, inside, with the beanie off (as well as assorted other items of clothing), Jack took his time at revenge.
fin
