Title: Myopic (1/1)

 

Author: Lisa Yaeger

 

E-mail: lisayaeger@hotmail.com

 

Rating: PG

 

Category: Romance

 

Pairings: Sam/Jack

 

Content Warnings: none that I see

 

Summary: What does Sam do first after Jack retires?

 

Season/sequel: Set in season 6

 

Spoilers: None.

 

Archive: SJD, yes

 

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the

property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This

piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary

purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended.

Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are

copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or

dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Status: All done

 

Author's notes: Thanks to Shaz and Moon for putting up with me!

 

Feedback: Please!!!

 

Date: 15-5-2003

 

 

 

Her face was a foot away from his at most.  He watched in what felt like slow motion as her right arm lifted up toward his eyes.  She was looking at him as though she had never seen him before.  In truth, he guessed she hadn’t.  For this was the first moment since they had met when he was just Jack.  Not Colonel.  Not Sir.  Never again.

 

As soon as it had been proper, she pulled him away from the half-drunk crowd.  He had followed behind - his hand lightly touching hers as she led him out onto the porch.  She hadn’t spoken as she turned toward him, eyeing him curiously as he had often seen her do with a new piece of technology.  As if it held all the mystery of the universe.  Waiting for her to uncover its secrets.

 

Then his eyes tried to focus as her hand came closer to his face.  He had hoped, and feared, that she was reaching for his lips.  His cheek.  His neck.  But instead, her middle finger found the bridge of his nose.  The scent of her perfume floated toward him from the inside of her wrist as he barely breathed. 

 

His look changed from surprise to puzzlement as her finger moved higher, between his eyebrows, up his forehead just a little, and lightly caressed the skin there.  Back and forth.  Finally, he saw the hint of a smile as she withdrew her hand.  He tilted his head in question. His eyes never leaving hers.

 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

 

I know, cheesy, huh?  Well, it’s what I would do.  After WMS, that is- lisayaeger@hotmail.com