Straightforward sex had come some time later-hot, feverish, explosive-when the feel of their bodies touching as they rested had proven too tempting to resist. ... Her lover had traced the scar delicately and looked down at her, an apology shining in his eyes. Don't you dare…don't dare blame yourself, she'd thought, but when she'd opened her mouth to protest, he'd kissed the words from her lips. He'd pulled her close, murmuring a soft "I'm sorry" against her ear and she'd felt something break inside. His apology hadn't been for the scar alone but for everything-nearly missed rescues, time lost, wasted opportunities, anguish, regret, worry, want and need.Such a sweet intro, and yet the sex that follows is shocking in its brutality.
With one last glance in the rear view mirror, she drove off telling herself that if he could kill a goa'uld singlehandedly, he could navigate Colorado Springs on his own.Snap! Then there's the joy of seeing your favorite characters from SG-1 celebrating the holidays with one another.
Sam, flushed but ever pragmatic, lightly pushed him back and announced, "Jack, I think the turkey's done. Go turn off the timer." God, what a Thanksgiving!Exactly.
Because Jack understood that a cookie is a cookie is a cookie, even when sober.