TITLE: The Zha Zha Zhu
AUTHOR: Allison West
SPOILERS: None.
RATING: PG-15, S/J Romance, small sexual reference.
SUMMARY: Sam's got the Zha Zha Zhu.
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable 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.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For those of you who have never heard of the Zha Zha Zhu hopefully this will explain a few things.
DEDICATION: For Ellie Browne and Lucy Elmer. Two new friends.
The Zha Zha Zhu, it's that feeling...
The feeling you get when he walks in the room...
"Hey Carter, what's up?" he says as he causally strolls into your lab. His hair a little mussed and his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his blue fatigues. His presence alerts every sense in your body. Heightening all your reactions, your perceptions, your feelings. You automatically become totally in tuned to his every move.
The feeling you get when your eyes set upon him, and he's looking at you and your looking at him...
You look up from your work and he's standing there smiling. His brown eyes are gazing down at you and your blues ones are consumed by him. You have no idea how he manages to look sooooo good all the time but damn him that he does. How on Earth are you supposed to concentrate? How are you supposed to ignore those little butterflies that are intent on causing having inside your chest? The little blue ones that fly up and take the breath from your lungs when your body registers him in its proximity.
The feeling you get when he's standing so close to you. So close you feel surrounded by him...
He walks over to where you are working and stands next to you looking over your shoulder in that way that is so annoying because you can feel the heat of his breath only inches from your neck. "Carter, Earth to Carter?"
The feeling you get when he says your name...
You can hear him saying your name again. "Sam." That voice, deep and haunting. Your mind can't help but venture to places where you wonder how it would sound to hear your name from his lips as he hovers above you, making love to you.
The feeling you get when all you can smell is his scent and it invades every corner of your being...
You take a breath and his delicious scent fills your brain. You can hear him, feel him and smell him. Everything that is him.
The feeling you get when he touches you...
He lays a hand on your shoulder, concern in his voice at your non-responsiveness. "Sam..." His hand touches you making your skin tingle and you shiver at the contact because its so good. So warm, so gentle.
The feeling you get when he's within an inch of your own touch and you can feel the Zha Zha Zhu making your heart beat so fast that it's torture and you just have to do something or you'll burst...
You stand and turn around to face him. He's surprised as your arms encircle his neck and your mouth descends over his. You kiss him like it's the last breath that you have.
You kiss him like it's the last thing you will ever do.
You pull back only because your lungs are burning and the need for air is only just that much greater than the need for him. You look at him. His mind is yet to put together a coherent thought.
The feeling that lets your heart control your mouth instead of your head...
"Jack," you hear yourself mutter. You know that he's got you feeling emotions deeper than you ever dreamed of. Seven years and he can still make you feel that way.
A sound coming from the corridor drags you out of your daze. You turn and gather up the papers on the bench, stuffing them under your arm before you run out of the room. Leaving him standing there.
You run your thumb over your lip and smile. You can still taste him.
It's that feeling that just won't go away whether you want it to or not.
You have kept the Zha Zha Zhu at bay, but not for very long.
It always comes back.
And you know that next time a simple kiss just won't suffice.
The Zha Zha Zhu, it's that feeling...
The End
