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Stuff for The Changeling
Jun. 8th, 2007 10:18 ammy latest obsession :D When you scroll down and the pix weren't enough for your JD liking, there is a tiny story for the chief and the psychologist there. (Everything made for the June Challenge at Pepe's Place.)
Spoilers: The Changeling
Pairing: Chief O’Neill and psychologist Dr. Jackson
Rating: PG 13 / ER
Notes: The image of Daniel in that brownish shirt and Jack in the white one just wouldn’t leave me alone. Thanks again to my dear beta, Jillie.
Warning: I don’t know. Coitus interruptus?
Flashfic: 815 words / Jack’s POV
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An invitation
By Del.
“Look, I know a resident psychologist here. I'll have a talk with him. He's good, you'll like him.“
Because I like him too. Well, no, make that, I love him.
Or even better, I am IN love with him.
And right now I’m on my way home to have lunch with him.
When I open the door of his apartment a heavenly smell enters my nostrils.
He’s cooked. It’s one of his passions, besides me that is.
The table is already set on the balcony.
“You’re late.” His sleepy sexy voice is greeting me from one of the lounge chairs.
“Yeah, sorry, the visit at the hospital took me a little longer than I thought.”
I bend down to give him a brief kiss, sensing he doesn’t have time for more. But his tongue sneaks out and his arms come around my neck. He kisses me thoroughly. I have to hold myself up on the arms of the chair so we won't crush it with our double body weight.
I feel his chuckle start during the kiss, and it’s contagious. I heave him up with me and when we stand we are both laughing.
“What’s that smell?”
“Sit down, you’ll see.”
He goes into the kitchen and I’m painfully aware that he’s dressed for work already.
The brownish shirt.
The one that is my favourite to see on him. My favourite to take off of him.
When he comes back, carrying two pans, I stifle a sigh.
“Can I …can I make a request?” I just HAVE to ask.
“Sure.” He starts to put the food onto my plate. Looks like grilled fish, potatoes and an interesting dressing. Yum.
“Can you…please…” I taste the meal and commend it with an “hmmm” first because I don’t know how to phrase my question.
“What?” He’s chewing, squinting at me over the rim of his glasses against the sunlight that’s coming around.
“Tastes heavenly,” I enthuse.
“Jack, what question?”
“Can you change the shirt?” I mumble.
“What?” Of course he didn’t understand me since I spoke with my mouth full.
“I’ll show you,” I say when I’m finished eating and pull him out of his chair.
I shove him in front of the mirror in the bedroom.
“See.” I stay back behind him, waving vaguely at his form.
“What?” he asks over his shoulder. “Is it dirty? Do I smell sweaty?”
“No! Just LOOK at you.”
He bends his head from side to side, turns around to try to see his back. Then looks at his front again, shaking his head. “I see nothing wrong with it.”
Of course he doesn’t. He doesn’t because he doesn’t know how sexy he’s looking in it. The material clinging to his biceps, the open collar showing the first smooth expanse of his chest. And …and…
I reach around and squeeze one of the erect nipples I can see through it.
“Ow! What was that about?” He frowns at me in the mirror.
I take my other hand and caress his other nipple very lightly with my palm.
He sighs and leans back against me unconsciously, closing his eyes.
Suddenly he starts to chuckle again when I don’t stop kneading his nipples.
“That shirt is an invitation, Daniel.”
He turns and looks at me over the rim of his glasses, saying huskily, “You don’t want to be invited?”
“You DID invite me with it.” I remember very clearly our last appointment as patient and doctor. He did wear it back then and we have been a couple ever since. Although we shouldn’t be. Because he promised himself at the beginning of his carrer, never to have an affair with one of his patients. Looks like I convinced him otherwise. Luckily I’m not his patient anymore since we’ve successfully worked through the nightmare I had to come to him with.
“Oh…oh…I thought you have an appointment?”
“Yeah, I have,” he kisses my jaw, “but in about one hour…” he trails his tongue over my Adam’s apple, and I instinctively start to groan, “and I’ll wear this for it.” He points to the suit that’s hanging on the closet door.
Well, that’s sexy, too, but not as much as the shirt.
“Ohhhh yoouuuu…” I bite his neck, blown away by the thought how well he knows me.
“You are not bad yourself in that damn white shirt,” he growls, “and since you’ve got thirty more minutes of your lunchtime…” I feel his long fingers open the buttons of my uniform, tickling my skin, as I lose myself in my doctor’s kiss.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
SHIT!
The alarm of my cell phone completely destroys the mood.
“O’Neill.”
It’s Carter, telling me there’s an emergency just about ten minutes from where I am right now.
“Yeah, on my way.”
“Fuck,” I hear Daniel groan under his breath, rubbing his hard on still trapped in his jeans.
“No, not yet unfortunately.” I kiss him good bye quick but hard, straightening out my shirt, hoping it’s not too rumpled.
“We’ll finish later," I promise.
“Take care.” He smiles, and I see that he buttons his shirt really up high, mouthing, “I love you.”
Sweet.
FIN
Spoilers: The Changeling
Pairing: Chief O’Neill and psychologist Dr. Jackson
Rating: PG 13 / ER
Notes: The image of Daniel in that brownish shirt and Jack in the white one just wouldn’t leave me alone. Thanks again to my dear beta, Jillie.
Warning: I don’t know. Coitus interruptus?
Flashfic: 815 words / Jack’s POV
++++++++++++++++++
An invitation
By Del.
“Look, I know a resident psychologist here. I'll have a talk with him. He's good, you'll like him.“
Because I like him too. Well, no, make that, I love him.
Or even better, I am IN love with him.
And right now I’m on my way home to have lunch with him.
When I open the door of his apartment a heavenly smell enters my nostrils.
He’s cooked. It’s one of his passions, besides me that is.
The table is already set on the balcony.
“You’re late.” His sleepy sexy voice is greeting me from one of the lounge chairs.
“Yeah, sorry, the visit at the hospital took me a little longer than I thought.”
I bend down to give him a brief kiss, sensing he doesn’t have time for more. But his tongue sneaks out and his arms come around my neck. He kisses me thoroughly. I have to hold myself up on the arms of the chair so we won't crush it with our double body weight.
I feel his chuckle start during the kiss, and it’s contagious. I heave him up with me and when we stand we are both laughing.
“What’s that smell?”
“Sit down, you’ll see.”
He goes into the kitchen and I’m painfully aware that he’s dressed for work already.
The brownish shirt.
The one that is my favourite to see on him. My favourite to take off of him.
When he comes back, carrying two pans, I stifle a sigh.
“Can I …can I make a request?” I just HAVE to ask.
“Sure.” He starts to put the food onto my plate. Looks like grilled fish, potatoes and an interesting dressing. Yum.
“Can you…please…” I taste the meal and commend it with an “hmmm” first because I don’t know how to phrase my question.
“What?” He’s chewing, squinting at me over the rim of his glasses against the sunlight that’s coming around.
“Tastes heavenly,” I enthuse.
“Jack, what question?”
“Can you change the shirt?” I mumble.
“What?” Of course he didn’t understand me since I spoke with my mouth full.
“I’ll show you,” I say when I’m finished eating and pull him out of his chair.
I shove him in front of the mirror in the bedroom.
“See.” I stay back behind him, waving vaguely at his form.
“What?” he asks over his shoulder. “Is it dirty? Do I smell sweaty?”
“No! Just LOOK at you.”
He bends his head from side to side, turns around to try to see his back. Then looks at his front again, shaking his head. “I see nothing wrong with it.”
Of course he doesn’t. He doesn’t because he doesn’t know how sexy he’s looking in it. The material clinging to his biceps, the open collar showing the first smooth expanse of his chest. And …and…
I reach around and squeeze one of the erect nipples I can see through it.
“Ow! What was that about?” He frowns at me in the mirror.
I take my other hand and caress his other nipple very lightly with my palm.
He sighs and leans back against me unconsciously, closing his eyes.
Suddenly he starts to chuckle again when I don’t stop kneading his nipples.
“That shirt is an invitation, Daniel.”
He turns and looks at me over the rim of his glasses, saying huskily, “You don’t want to be invited?”
“You DID invite me with it.” I remember very clearly our last appointment as patient and doctor. He did wear it back then and we have been a couple ever since. Although we shouldn’t be. Because he promised himself at the beginning of his carrer, never to have an affair with one of his patients. Looks like I convinced him otherwise. Luckily I’m not his patient anymore since we’ve successfully worked through the nightmare I had to come to him with.
“Oh…oh…I thought you have an appointment?”
“Yeah, I have,” he kisses my jaw, “but in about one hour…” he trails his tongue over my Adam’s apple, and I instinctively start to groan, “and I’ll wear this for it.” He points to the suit that’s hanging on the closet door.
Well, that’s sexy, too, but not as much as the shirt.
“Ohhhh yoouuuu…” I bite his neck, blown away by the thought how well he knows me.
“You are not bad yourself in that damn white shirt,” he growls, “and since you’ve got thirty more minutes of your lunchtime…” I feel his long fingers open the buttons of my uniform, tickling my skin, as I lose myself in my doctor’s kiss.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
SHIT!
The alarm of my cell phone completely destroys the mood.
“O’Neill.”
It’s Carter, telling me there’s an emergency just about ten minutes from where I am right now.
“Yeah, on my way.”
“Fuck,” I hear Daniel groan under his breath, rubbing his hard on still trapped in his jeans.
“No, not yet unfortunately.” I kiss him good bye quick but hard, straightening out my shirt, hoping it’s not too rumpled.
“We’ll finish later," I promise.
“Take care.” He smiles, and I see that he buttons his shirt really up high, mouthing, “I love you.”
Sweet.
FIN
