Blame It On the Punch
By SG1StoryTeller
"Daniel Jackson, what is the significance of
mistletoe?" Teal'c was staring at his friend quizzically, mystified by
this custom hanging of a bit of leaves and red berries from a door way at this
celebration.
Daniel, having already gone into a long, drawn out
explanation of Christmas to the Jaffa, gave a weary sigh that was just shy of
being annoyed. "Mistletoe is for kissing. You hang it on over the doorway
and when a couple...a man and a woman," Jackson hastily amended not
wanting Teal'c to start kissing everyone. "When a man and a woman pass
under it, they are suppose to stop and share a kiss."
"And all must abide by this custom?"
Teal'c was looking for confirmation of this and it seemed important to him.
"Yeah, I guess so...if they want to be in the
holiday spirit." Jackson glanced at the mistletoe wistfully as his
thoughts turned to the sudden desire to have Sha're here to pull under it and
kiss.
Teal'c attention left the small bundle of leaves
and berries hanging over the doorway and turned itself to the sight of O'Neill
and Carter across the room. Both were standing a discreet distance away from
each other and were laughing at something funny the colonel had just said. As
the Jaffa watched them, he became even more certain that there was an
attraction going on between this man and woman. An attraction that their
stations in life kept them from exploring. He knew with certainty as well that
they were fully aware of it and felt the sweet frustration of unspoken, unacted
on desire.
Daniel saw were Teal'c was now staring and shook
his head softly. "Teal'c your not seriously thinking about..." He
trailed off when his friend liquid soft, dark brown eyes rested met his own
blue and that very idea was indeed displayed in them. "Oh, you ARE."
Jackson gave a him a small smile of approval.
"I will require your assistance, Daniel
Jackson." And Teal'c bent to whisper the rest in his friend's ear.
All Samantha Carter could think about was how
incredibly sexy Jack O'Neill looked tonight. It started with the sable brown,
mock turtle neck sweater he was wearing...it clung to every line of his
athletically muscular chest and brought out the darkness of his sparkling brown
eyes. Next came the tan dress slacks that fit him as if specifically tailored
to his waist, firm ass and long legs.
//Holy Hannah, Carter, get a grip!// the blonde
admonished herself sternly. But try as she might, she couldn't keep her
thoughts from straying to her desire to caress his firm chest muscles through
the softness of that shirt or to place her hands on the defined lines of his
ass. All the while, she was totally aware of him noticing her!
Every chance he got, Jack was sneaking a covetous
glance at the daring neckline of her emerald green satin cocktail dress.. the
one she had finally chosen over a whole store full of evening dress to wear
just for him. She knew that the deep green of the dress highlighted the creamy
swell of her breasts and that the design pulled those breast delicately
together to create a daring, yet demure display of tantalizing flesh for him to
admire. Just knowing that Jack's eyes were on her, devouring the sight of her
exposed skin sent Sam into a thrill of passionate arousal so intense it almost
reached orgasm all on its own. Yet, all they could do was stand here discreetly
and talk as the heat and spark of sexual electricity wasn't coursing between
them like a live wire.
A little while later, when his party had come down
to only his SG1 team-mates, Daniel approached O'Neill and Carter
"Uhm...Jack, Sam...I think we have a small
problem here." It was Daniel coming over to talk to them and his boyishly
handsome face wore an expression of worry.
"What is it, Daniel?" O'Neill asked,
tearing his glaze from the lovely, sexy vision of Samantha in her dazzling
green dress.. god, but he loved seeing a beautiful blonde in green.
"Uhm...it's Teal'c." Daniel fidgeted
from foot to foot.
"What about Teal'c?" Carter asked
growing concerned.
"Well, I don't know how to explain it, but I
think the punch is starting to have some sort of an effect on him."
"The punch?" Jack's eyebrows shot up and
his voice held incredulity. "There's nothing in the punch but...punch."
He informed the younger man and you could tell he was mildly disappointed by
that fact.
"I know THAT." Daniel countered
defensively, but I don't think Jaffa have ever had punch before, because it is
certainly having a strange effect on Teal'c...it's like he's drunk."
Daniel concluded, his face scrunched up in worry.
"Like junior would let that happen."
Jack remarked sarcastically.
"Yes, the Goa'uld larva is suppose to keep
Teal'c from being drugged or drunk." Carter verified, puzzled by Jackson's
claims.
"Ok, well come and see for yourself."
Daniel flung up his hands in defeat and headed back across the room.
Curious about the situation, Carter and O'Neill
followed. As soon as they came in sight of the Jaffa warrior, they knew Jackson
was telling the truth. The sleek, powerful warrior was swaying on his feet in
drunken time to the Christmas music playing. His broad, handsome face wore a
sappy expression of total inebriation.
"My friends O'Neill, beautiful Sam isn't this
a wonderful party and this drink, it is a nectar suited for gods." He
carelessly flung his half full glass aloft, splashing himself with the liquid.
"Yeah, yeah, Teal'c it's a great party, but I
think you've had enough of the *nectar* for one evening." Jack tried to
hide his smile of amusement at his friends obviously drunken state.
Sam took the glass of punch from the bigger man's
hand, marveling that something as simple as fruit punch would have such an
effect on both Teal'c and the Goa'uld larva. //It must be having some chemical
reaction with the larvae// She mused.
"Perhaps you are correct, O'Neill. I am not
feeling so well now." An expression of discomfort marred his face.
//Oh great, I've never had a Jaffa upchuck on me...hope
Junior doesn't get any ideas// Jack thought as he put an arm around his friends
waist to support him.
"Maybe we outta get Teal'c to the bedroom and
let him lie down." Jack suggested to Daniel "since it's your
apartment, you lead the way."
Together, Jack, Daniel and Sam helped Teal'c
across the room to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. At he archway of the
hall, the Jaffa came to a dead halt and glanced upwards.
"Daniel Jackson has explained mistletoe to
me, we must honor the custom."
"Teal'c that's just a bunch of silly Hallmark
hype." Jack snorted suddenly
wondering if Daniel had bothered to explain that only boys kissed the girls and
not each other. Being kissed by a drunken Jaffa would not be the highlight of
his evening.
"I believe it is a very good custom and we
must respect it in Daniel Jackson's home since he obviously believes in it or
why else would he have hung the mistletoe." Teal'c was adamant on this.
"Of course, why else." Jack responded
sarcastically as he shot the young archaeologist a dirty look.
"Since Capt. Carter is the only female
present, we shall take turns kissing her...I will go first." And with
that, the mighty warrior bent down and placed a gentle, sweet kiss on the soft
lips of a startled Sam Carter.
"Thank -you, Teal'c." She replied
slightly flustered by this.
"Your are welcome." he responded, then
turned to Daniel. "You are next, Daniel Jackson."
Daniel nodded shyly and leaned in to give his
friend a feather soft brush of his lips against hers. "Merry Christmas,
Sam."
"You too, Daniel." She whispered, taken
by the sweet shyness of his kiss.
"O'Neill, it is your turn." Teal'c
announced loudly as if Jack weren't standing right next to him.
"For crying out loud, Teal'c I know
that." O'Neill growled, but inwardly, he was shaking with anticipation at
the thought of kissing those warm lips, of tasting Samantha Carter's sweet
breath.
Desire swept through him and centered itself in
his groin with a hardness he hadn't felt in a long time. He desperately hoped
none of them noticed his state of arousal. Calm as he could, Jack ducked his
head down to kiss the woman he wanted so much he could die from it right here
and now. At the electric connection of his lips with hers, even for the
briefest of seconds he took to bestow his kiss was like sexual fire streaming
through his blood and mind.
"I do not call that a kiss." Teal'c
declared as Jack broke contact with Carter, whose pale blue eyes perfectly
reflected his own needs and wants.
"Huh?" Jack gazed askance at his warrior
friend. He also noticed that Daniel had disappeared like smoke and reappeared
across the room, cleaning up the party leavings.
"Try it again, O'Neill only put into it what
you feel for this beautiful woman." The Jaffa whispered and stepped away
from the man and woman, leaving them alone under the mistletoe with their need
for each other.
Jack, glanced at Sam and saw only welcoming, equal
desire in her eyes. In the confines of her dress, her breasts heaved with the
strength of that desire and passion for him.
"Ok." Jack agreed, letting go of his
military restraint that said he couldn't be with this woman of beauty, passion
and intelligence that he desired with every fiber of his masculine energy and
being.
With that said, he pulled a willing Sam Carter
into the heat and strength of his embrace and possessed her mouth with the
hungry wanton need of his own. His kiss was met and matched by the equality of
her desire. It was a long kiss, filled with the giving and taking of each
others feelings. When it was broken, the two of them found themselves alone
under the mistletoe, their bodies entwined together so that each could be aware
of the others reactions and needs. Just down the hall, they could see the
beckoning flame of candlelight in the guest bedroom.
Taking Sam's hand, Jack led her down the hall to
the door way of that bedroom. Inside, the bed was turned downed invitingly, A
bottle of wine and two delicate glasses rested on the night stand along side
the flickering candles. Above them, hung a sprig of mistletoe.
"I think I have to kiss you again." Jack
joked lightly, but his eyes were a dark brown with intense passion. She gave a
small smile that scrunched up her nose like a pixie.
“Well, if you have too." Her tone was
teasing, but her body was already leaning into his to accept the embrace of his
arms and lips. When the kiss was finished, there was no doubt in either of
their minds that tonight was going to be a special one filled with sharing
their bodies innermost secrets and desires. Jack took her hand in his and led
Sam into the bedroom, using his foot to push the door shut.
"I guess we can blame it on the punch,
huh." He joked softly with her as his fingers hungrily over her face in
anticipation of touching and exploring every inch of this beautiful woman.
"Uh-huh." Samantha languidly agreed as
she surrendered herself to the sureness of his touch.
Out in the kitchen, Teal'c and Daniel heard the
soft shutting of the door. Daniel put down the towel he was drying his hands on
and turned to his friend who was wearing a satisfied smile on his broad,
handsome face.
"I like this mistletoe custom." Teal'c
announced
"Yeah, I think it works pretty good."
Daniel smiled in return. "Listen, Teal'c you want to take a walk? The snow
is beautiful tonight." Jackson's eyes held a far away look in them that
told his friend that his mind and heart were on the desire to walk in the snow
with his beloved Sha're.
"Yes, Daniel Jackson, I would like a walk in
the snow." Both men grabbed their coats and headed out into the night to
give their friends some much needed privacy on this special night for them.
"So, do you think they will discover my ruse
with the punch?" Teal'c asked as they set off down the sidewalk to admire
the snow and the Christmas lights.
"Naw." Daniel responded seriously then
both men gave into joyous laughter at the having accomplished something
wonderful for two people they both cared a great deal about.