nellie-oleson: mystupidumbflyboy: sam/jack + text messages part 5 x She’s been sitting on

nellie-oleson:mystupidumbflyboy:sam/jack + text messages part 5 xShe’s been sitting on the back deck since she got home. The inside of the house feels confining, like a tomb, and she can’t stand to be in there.She’s fine, physically, at least according to Janet. She’d released Sam after determining that having her consciousness downloaded into a makeshift hard drive hadn’t left her with any lasting effects. But how could it not?All that screaming and no one to answer.She’d still had a body she couldn’t control when Colonel O’Neill had to shoot her. It’s her last clear memory, watching helpless while the seconds ticked away, and he waited longer than he should have to fire that second shot. She’s gone before he does it, one last surge into the void, but she remembers the look on his face. It’s worse, somehow, than the look he’d given her from the other side of a force field. At least then, she wasn’t about to die at his hand.She isn’t sure how long she sits out there before he shows up. Time still feels slippery and she can’t hold on to any sense of it. She hears him pull up. The sound of his truck is as familiar to her as everything else about him. The soft ‘clink’ of the side gate closing lets her know how much he needs to see her, unwilling to turn back at the unanswered doorbell. It sets off warning bells in her head.Her deck is small, not much more than a landing outside the back door, and when he sits down across from her, their feet touch. The physical contact feels like a conduit, spilling all her emotions into him like electrons through copper.She thinks that goes both ways. She’s always gotten a little rush when they touched. It makes her blood run just a little faster. Time slips again and she’s not sure if he sits there for seconds, or minutes, or hours before she asks him, “What do you want?” The sun is low and his face is shadowed. She wants to see him in sunlight because she hasn’t in so long. He looks at her, serious and too honest and simply says, “You.”Her heart beats once, twice, and then she’s moving to close the small distance between them. And maybe he’s moving too.She touches his face when she kisses him and there’s that rush again. That electricity that only intensifies when he cups the side of her face and she just feels so, so alive.Because she wants him too, has for far too long. And tonight she’s going to have him. -- source link

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