Title: Wasted Youth
Author: A.j.
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: Fragile Balance, mini!OTP!
Notes: For Little Red, who listens to me whine about Portisehead and suggests 
random porn situations.  *loves*

Summary: It's a gardening shed.

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When she was in high school, Sam used to mock the people who'd find anywhere 
and everywhere to hide and make out.  She'd sit and lunch with her New Base 
Friend #364 and roll her eyes and make kissy faces.  Twenty years later she 
knows half of that was jealousy and the other half was actual disgust.

After all, who wanted to make out in the gardening shed?  Gardening sheds and 
janitor's closets and the space under the bleachers were all hinky and gross.

Which is why she finds it rather amusing that twenty years after graduating a 
year early (as valedictorian, of course), she's got her hand down the front 
of her boyfriend's jeans and is doing her right best to time her hand-strokes 
to the rhythm of his tongue in her mouth.

In the gardening shed.

How... apt.

With a wet pop, she broke their kiss and started a slow line of them up the 
side of his jaw.  God, this was weird.  But less so than last week, and much 
|much| less so than the week before that. 

"Christ, Carter..."  Oh, and that totally helped.  She swirled her thumb over 
the head of his cock - or tried to - and smirked into his cheek.

"Feel good?"  His breath hitched and his fingers tightened around her sides.  
As if she really needed to ask.  There were days when she seriously wondered 
if the cloning process had messed up and somehow super-sped her evil gene.

He nipped her ear and slid his hands up the front of her shirt.

No, no it was probably living with Jack O'Neill that hit her evil button 
repeatedly.  Dear |god|, the things that man could do with his tongue and 
hands and body.  Fifteen he may be physically, but lord a'mighty that brain 
was definitely over fifty.

"We shouldn't be doing this here," she panted into his ear, shifting herself 
around so his hands hit all the right spots.  "Someone might find us..."

"Gah..."  Okay, so that was evil.  But really, screwing with his brain while 
fooling around in semi-public places was just too fun.  And easy.  Especially 
because they seemed to be doing that 'semi-public places' thing a lot.  They 
should work on that.

"We should go back to class or something..."  She slid her hand up and down 
quickly, felt his hips rise and buck against her, then groaned as his hands 
slid down to cup her ass.

"Sex-ed is a subject I don't think we need much help on," he growled into her 
ear and she shivered hard.  If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine 
him grey and big and older.  Almost.

But reality was better than imagination any day.

Sam Carter grinned at the ceiling of the gardening shed.  What the hell.  
They didn't call this a second chance for nothing.

-fin-