Characters: Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson
ESRB Rating: Mature
Spoilers: None
Themes: Motorcycles, escaping it all (even if for only a moment)
Pairing: Established Sam/Daniel

Written for the 2009 Carnival of Squee for the prompt ‘Sam/Daniel - Motorcycle’.

Written: March 17th, 2009

Sam revs the engine, letting the machine purr between their legs. She glances over her shoulder, a devil-may-care grin in place.

“You ready for this?” Her sunglasses show Daniel his own reflection, helmet on his head, (prescription) sunglasses in place. He returns her grin with a warm one of his own.

“Ready!” Daniel announces.

“Hold on,” she tells him, walking the bike a few steps before they have enough momentum to balance against gravity. He wraps his hands around her waist, the leather of her jacket smooth against his palms as he interlaces his fingers across her stomach. She sinks deep into the seat and so, sinks between his legs. It’s a good feeling, machine and woman both.

Sam keeps the Indian at a steady, respectable pace while they’re in suburbia, but once they hit the open highway, she lets it rip. Before where the wind had been rushing and reaching for him, it now gasped and snatched at Daniel. He snuggled down behind Sam a little tighter.

This bike isn’t as throaty as her last one, and Daniel admits he misses that a bit. That low sound that is unmistakably a motorcycle eating up the roads, but the control in the slender Indian is far subtler and even he can tell the difference in how the machine takes corners.

They hit a straight away and Sam passes a van with kids in the back. He waves at them and they wave at Daniel. Sam laughs into the wind.

“This is great!” Daniel yells against her ear, the words snatched from his lips.

Sam turns her head without taking her eyes off the road to grin her wild and salacious grin. She loves this, loves sharing this with him and he knows that. She revs the bike again and it thrums between their thighs.

They make love that afternoon under a tree, the sunlight sliding through the leaves to play against their bare skin. Daniel makes shadow puppets play across her stomach and Sam laughs.

“C’mon,” Sam whispers, drawing a finger down his cheek. “We should hit the road before it gets too dark.”

Soon enough they’ll have to go back and bury themselves under a mountain where they occasionally have to save the world, but they’ll at least be able to take this with them.

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