1 - 20 of 23 Works by Sarah_M
Navigation
Listing Works
-
Tags
Summary
She swears if he pulls her back against him now, with one hand gripping her hip and the other a breath away from collaring her throat, there's no way she'll be able to stop herself from rolling her hips back for him.
Originally posted on Tumblr. Posting here for posterity's sake.
-
Tags
Summary
How did season one's AU Sam and Jack get engaged so damn fast? We can only assume they were too damn cute together from the start. Make sense really.
-
Tags
Summary
Jack’s not sure how many more times he can go through this; how many more times he can watch Carter go through this. He can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the soft skin of her neck, fixated on watching the pulse there thrumming away steady and even.
Thrum-thrum. Thrum-thrum. Thrum-thrum.
It’s a subtle movement that he desperately needs to see right now—a perfect visible reminder that she’s real, warm, alive and still here with him.
Real. Warm. Alive.
-
Minor Misdemeanors and Unrealized Euphemisms by Sarah_M for fic_sg
Fandoms: Stargate SG-1
13 Nov 2021
Tags
Summary
They’re on a date. This is a date. How in the hell did he not know this was a date?
-
Tags
Summary
So here she is standing in the low light of his porch at an inappropriate hour, with red eyes and dried tears on her cheeks.
-
Tags
Summary
She thinks it’s genuinely sweet that he insisted he would meet her at the airport—he can’t have the time for it now that he’s got stars on his shoulders. Except she realizes that what it means is now the two of them are travelling completely alone and completely unaccompanied in the back of a limousine. Honestly, what a terrible idea... one that presumes some kind of reasonable sense of self control.
-
Tags
-
Tags
Summary
It’s a disaster zone. A wet mess of red wine, brandy, juice and fruit segments scattered across the Colonel’s kitchen floor. The wasted sangria and broken punch bowl aren’t the only casualties here; it’s likely her dress is a goner, and she’s pretty sure her pride is mixed up somewhere around her feet.
-
Tags
Summary
He misses her when she’s not Earth-side. The way that she’s currently riding him with abandon on his too-often-empty bed, makes him pretty damn sure she misses him too.
-
Tags
Summary
A follow up for 'Stranded'. Created for the Time Stamp Meme on Tumblr. Posting here for posterity's sake.
-
Tags
Summary
... including one time he really didn't mind.
-
Tags
Summary
The ‘kid in a candy store’ analogy is an entirely fitting description of his mood right now. Though it has nothing to do with where he is, and everything to do with who he’s with and why he’s here.
-
Tags
Summary
Desire (noun): a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
-
Tags
Summary
The Colonel seems to be in a rather good mood considering they are one night's sleep away from a Tok’ra planned mission. Especially given that historically these sorts of things tend to end up with them in more trouble than it’s usually worth in the first place.
-
Tags
Summary
The moment they open the door to their room two things become immediately apparent. One is that the room is incredibly small and there is not much space available to actually give each other any space, and other is that Ethan the clerk clearly has different understanding of what a double means.
“He said there were two beds!” he glares at the lone bed occupying the majority of the floor area as though it was an offence to them both.
If it wasn’t bad enough that they’ve been caught in a thunder storm together, leaving them soaking wet, now they have to spend the night in the same motel room in the same bed. It’s the beginnings of a clichéd romance novel - and that is not what they need.
-
Tags
Summary
It’s not her first visit to Washington—not even close—but it is the first time she’s come to the city for a reason that isn't work related (even if the man she's having dinner with is work related). Everything about her coming to see General O'Neill is entirely personal. The fact that she hasn’t booked any accommodation is evidence of that. Admittedly, it is a little odd that she got ready for a first date in the bathroom of the man who would be taking her to dinner. But she figures they’ve always had things a little backwards.
-
Tags
Summary
After what feels like an eternity of mind numbing nothing, he notices that Carter and Daniel have moved closer together, discussing something that seems to be much more interesting than anything else they’ve been doing previously. With their backs turned, they both keep looking over their shoulders at him, whispering quietly between them before shooting more glances his way. The more agitated they become, the more they pique his curiosity. Really, it’s suspicious as hell.
Jack frowns. “What are the two of you conspiring about over there?”
“Nothing,” they reply in unison, far too hastily to be at all close to the truth.
-
Tags
Summary
He grips the steering wheel a little tighter, trying desperately to not be so obvious when staring at her legs or cleavage—neither of which he has ever seen so damn much of. He’s going to have a seriously hard time not making a complete idiot of himself at dinner. There’s just so much skin. Carter’s skin. And it’s right there.
-
Tags
Summary
They’re stranded.
Very stranded.
The kind of stranded that starts with the two of them in a stolen Alkesh and ends with them crash landing, not-so-gently, onto a completely deserted planet. The kind of stranded that is maybe, a little bit, his fault.
-
Tags
Summary
Sam watches him from the doorway. He's propped up in the infirmary bed, right arm secured in a sling, struggling tirelessly to rip open the little sachets of sugar and the poorly designed paper tea-bag packets with his left hand and teeth.
“Colonel,” she greets him warmly. “I’d ask if you need a hand, but I can already see that you do.”