Title: Hot Fires, warm toddys

Author: Anna B

Status: Done

Category: SJR fluff

Rating: G

Season/Sequel:

Spoilers: Small ones for Nemesis maybe

Archive: SJ yes/ Heliopolis Yes

Summary: Jack takes Sam skiing

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended solely for entertainment, no infringement in intended to MGM; Gekko or Double Secret Productions.

Copyright (c) Anna B. 2000

Authors Note: Just a bit of fluff I wrote after a chat with Angel.

Feedback is always appreciated.

Hot Fires, warm toddy

By Anna B.

"Are you sure? It could be fun, fresh air, snow angels," Jack O'Neill grinned at Sam Carter who was crouched on the floor in front of one of her doohickeys, "hot fires, warm toddy-"

"Warm fires, hot toddy."

"Huh? What?"

"I saw the brochure on your desk sir, it said warm fires, hot toddy."

O'Neill leaned down and whispered softly, "Depends on how fast you drink your toddy and who, or what, is making the fire."

Sam tried to ignore the warmth the leapt into her cheeks, "Maybe some other time sir, I really should get to-"

"Vacation Carter. V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N. Holiday. Fun. " Jack shook his head, "Does any of this mean anything to you?"

"This is fun sir."

O'Neill sighed, "I don't know what to do with you Carter. Last chance. Skiing or that, that, thingy."

Sam looked up at her CO, don't, she thought, pull that little boy pout. Yep, that's the one. "I don't know sir-"

"I'm leaving this base in fifteen minutes, I'll either see you topside or not." With that Jack walked out of the lab.

Sam sat with a wrench in one hand gazing at the open door. She leapt to her feet as the tool clattered to the floor, and jogged down the corridor catching up with O'Neill just outside the elevator. "Sir."

Jack turned a grin lighting his features, "Major."

Sam glanced at the airman crossing behind him, "Have a good time."

"You're sure?"

Sam waited until the airman was out of earshot, "Give me twenty minutes?"

"You betcha snookums."

****

Sam sat with her back against the sofa her legs stretched out to the fire and wiggled her toes. Her cheeks were pink from the fresh air and matched the soft color of the oversized sweater she wore over her leggings. She glanced up as Jack walked into the room with two steaming mugs in his hands. She took them as he sank to the floor beside her.

"Ahh, warm and toasty," Jack smiled at her and took one of the mugs. "O'Neill family recipe, try it."

Sam took a small sip, "Whiskey instead of rum?"

"Yep, my grandpa always said no self respecting Irishman would drink demon rum when there was good rye whiskey to be drank."

Sam took another sip of the toddy, it was pretty strong stuff, more whiskey than toddy. "Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me," she teased.

"Do I have to?" He asked softly.

Sam looked at him and set her drink aside, "No, I don't think you do."

Jack reached out and slid a hand under her chin drawing her closer, "I was prepared to do anything necessary," he whispered as he stroked her cheek softly.

"All you had to do was ask."

"Sam, I-"

"Yes."

"I didn't ask the question yet," he protested.

Sam grinned, "Whatever the question the answer is yes, now shut up and kiss me before someone interrupts us."

Jack leaned down and captured her mouth with his, the first touch tentative. When Sam responded he grew bolder, deepening the kiss until he pulled away taking a deep breath. "Wow."

"Wow, indeed." Sam answered, slightly surprised at her body's response to that kiss. Jack glanced up and then over his shoulder causing Sam to ask, "What are you looking for?"

"A. Daniel. B. Thor."

Sam laughed, "Well Daniel isn't going to show up anytime soon. Janet assured me he was going to be down for at least a week."

"Yeah, but I'd hate to be beamed aboard Thor's ship in a, um, compromising position."

"You're pretty sure of yourself aren't you?" Sam smiled at him.

Jack leaned back on his elbows, "Shouldn't I be."

"I could always change my mind, woman's prerogative." She teased, breaking into laughter at the look on his face, "But I won't," she whispered as she moved closer.

Jack wrapped his arms around her as they lay side by side watching the firelight flickering against the rough stone of the hearth. It had begun to snow softly and it seemed as if they were the only two people for miles.

"You're right, this is much better." Sam broke the silence.

"Can I have that in writing?"

"What? That you were right? No way."

Jack kissed her, "No, that you'd rather canoodle with me that tinker with that thingy?"

Sam looked at him, "Canoodle? I've never canoodled in my life," she giggled, "at least I don't think I have. What is it?"

"C'mere and I'll show you."

*****

Sam reached out and took a sip of her drink and made a face. "Yuck it's cold." She slide back under the blanket and curled up against Jack, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "It's cold."

"What's cold? Other than your feet?" he murmured sliding his arm around her waist and burying his face in her hair.

"My toddy, it's cold."

"Sorry 'bout that."

Sam caressed his face, "I'm not." She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek. "Canoodling huh?"

"Canoodling," he said as he covered her mouth with his.

The End