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“Wow.” She’s licking her lips and staring at him like he’s the tastiest morsel she’s ever seen.
“What?” he asks, looking at her funny. It’s the third time she's said ‘wow’ since he kissed her and, while certainly not disappointed that she’s enjoying it, he’s confused. It’s been quite a while since she’s reacted to his kiss with that much fervor.
“Uh, Sam. You okay?”
Her face lights up like a Christmas tree and she spoons some more jello into her mouth. “Kiss me again,” she mumbles, mouth overflowing with blue. She pulls his face back down to hers before he even has the chance to react.
When they separate, she swallows quickly, almost gasping for air. “Wow,” she repeats.
He goes from amused to concerned but then shakes it off. She‘s fine, he tells himself. It’s just hard to breathe while kissing with a mouthful of jello. But when her head falls back against the pillow and she starts laughing with almost delirious mirth, he reconsiders whether there is, in fact, cause for concern. He looks around the empty infirmary searching for medical personnel wondering why they’re always poking and prodding when you just want to be left alone but never around when you actually need them.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, standing up to go find someone.
He’d arrived from DC just as soon as he’d been able. Informed she’d only suffered a slight knock on the head and a broken leg, he hadn’t been terribly worried but he’d still felt some pressing need to see for himself that she was okay. Or maybe he’d just wanted an excuse to spend some time with his wife.
Either which way, he’s worried now. She’d seemed fine at first but she’s suddenly acting much too loopy for his comfort. Having seen her hopped up on painkillers numerous times before, he knows it’s not that.
She grasps his hand before he can get away. “Where are you going?”
“I just want to talk to the doctor for a minute.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
Her grip tightens. “Why? I’m fine.”
He looks her over and decides she does seem well enough now. Calm. More like herself. Maybe he’s just overreacting. Determined to act at the first sign of any more odd behavior, he reluctantly sits back down at her bedside.
With a slight frown and a wrinkled brow, she tilts her head to the side, her turn to assess him. “Why are you concerned? I promise I’m fine.”
“Would you know if you weren’t?” he spits out before thinking too much about it.
She guffaws in response and he can’t help but smile in return.
“I suppose it’s possible I wouldn’t. So again I ask, why, specifically, are you concerned?” The look on her face tells him she has a pretty good idea that whatever is about to come out of his mouth will be ridiculous and he thinks she’s probably right but what choice does he have now?
“You were too excited about kissing me. It hasn’t been that long and I didn’t do anything different. Maybe your head injury is worse than they thought.”
She’s so clearly amused and so desperately trying to stop herself from laughing at him that she appears almost pained.
“What?!” he asks, fighting the hint of annoyance he feels because she’s injured and he should simply be relieved she’s safe and delighted she’s happy.
Finally regaining some composure, she surprises him with her response. “It was the jello.”
“Huh?”
“Kissing you with the jello in my mouth.”
“Okay…” Her love of blue jello was no secret but she didn’t love it that much.
She’s laughing again and he’s completely lost. “Remember Urgo?” she asks, in between giggles.
“Sure.” How could he forget?
“Remember how good all the food tasted?”
“Best pie I ever had.” He’d dreamed of that pie on occasion.
“Exactly.”
“Still not with ya, Sam.” He jumped to help her as she tried to sit up a bit more in the bed.
“Just like that was the best pie you ever had, that was the best jello I ever had.”
“Uh huh.”
“And I’ve been disappointed every time I’ve eaten it since.”
“But you eat it all the time.” He’s baffled.
“I know.” She throws up a hand in acknowledgment of how ridiculous it must sound. “It's so silly but I kept hoping it would taste that good again one day.” Her hand drops back down and she beams at him.
“And?” He waits for more, still having no idea what she’s getting at.
“It did.”
“Huh?”
“It tasted that good again. When you kissed me.”
“No kidding.” So that’s why she’d stuffed her face full of jello for that second kiss.
“No kidding,” she agrees, still smiling. “It seems blue jello plus Jack O’Neill equals Urgo level deliciousness.”
Well I’ll be. He’s rather impressed with himself for making her wildest blue jello dreams come true. And then he’s hit by another more intriguing thought. If he can induce that much of a reaction from some blue jello and a kiss, he can’t help but imagine what he might accomplish with some blue jello and a whole lot more than that. His libido kicks into overdrive. Oh does he have plans for when she finally gets out of here.
“What?” She’s clearly intrigued by the massive grin on his face.
“Nothin,” he says, before stuffing his mouth full of jello and leaning in for another kiss.
Note to self: make sure cafeteria prepares an extra batch of blue jello next time you're in town. Oh. And pie. Definitely pie