Just because she’s a sweetheart, this is for msbeata :)
1. Walter came up and kissed George lightly on the cheek, handing him a glass of champagne. “Thank you, Walter. The party is wonderful. And the Honeymoon Suite! You think of everything.” George kissed him on the lips then smiled. Gesturing his glass toward the roomful of friends, George spied Mitchell and Mal Doran talking. Nearby, Teal'c and Carter were standing together, both gazing across the room. Most likely waiting for the appearance of their old friends, George thought. He shook his head in wonder. “I can’t believe you’ve brought all these people here to Washington.”
Following George’s gaze, Walter whispered into his ear. “Remember when SG-1 almost walked in on us and I had my tongue down you’re throat and my hand down your pants? You said Colonel O’Neill had them doing the quickest ‘about-face and retreat’ you’d ever seen.”
George chuckled. “That headache lasted for weeks. But Jack never once mentioned it to me. I’ll have to remember to ask him about it when he gets here.”
Walter drew George in for a deep kiss. Releasing him, he said, “Leaving the Air Force to be with you was the second best thing I’ve ever done.”
George grinned, chuckling again. “And the first?”
Walter’s hand slid down to squeeze George’s ass. “You.”
2. Paul Davis smiled knowingly, and transferred his champagne glass to his left hand to shake hands with George. “You will always have my utmost respect for dealing with SG-1 all those years, sir. You do know, that when they all came back and infected the SGC with that ‘promiscuity’ virus, the Pentagon was actually considering remotely activating the auto-destruct system?”
George snickered like a schoolboy. “Walter and I learned a lot that day. Good thing Jack was in charge those 24 hours; he destroyed every tape but one. We never did find out why he was the only person on base unaffected. Maybe if Doctor Jackson had been there . . .” George lowered his voice to a whisper. “That one tape is from the gateroom orgy. We brought it with us . . .” He lightly elbowed Paul. “After this shindig’s over. You, me, Walter; it’ll be like the old days.”
Paul choked. “I’m in a relationship now.”
George guffawed. “What? You still with that Graham Simmons boy?”
“He’s hardly a ‘boy’ now, sir.”
Hammond lowered his voice. “He’s on the tape with Jonas Quinn.”
“I’ll be there.”
3. “Master Bra’tac.” George bowed his head slightly, realizing his old friend had aged a great deal in recent years. “I am honored you would travel so far to attend my retirement party.”
“Hammond of Texas.” Bra’tac returned the nod. “George. If not for you and SG-1, I would not have known my dearest Jacob and Selmak.” Bra’tac was grinning. “Or you and your Walter,” he added slyly. “Your SG-1 was a pain in the mikta in their time; were they not?”
George nodded, laughing. “Keeping that team in the dark for several years was a constant headache. But it was for the best. They were the best,” he added a little wistfully.
“Your Walter has invited me to your room after the celebration.”
George slapped Bra’tac on the shoulder. “This night just keeps getting better and better! So tell me, what do you think about Hank Landry?”
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Five headaches SG-1 gave George Hammond... 1-3
Date: 2007-10-01 07:09 am (UTC)1. Walter came up and kissed George lightly on the cheek, handing him a glass of champagne. “Thank you, Walter. The party is wonderful. And the Honeymoon Suite! You think of everything.” George kissed him on the lips then smiled. Gesturing his glass toward the roomful of friends, George spied Mitchell and Mal Doran talking. Nearby, Teal'c and Carter were standing together, both gazing across the room. Most likely waiting for the appearance of their old friends, George thought. He shook his head in wonder. “I can’t believe you’ve brought all these people here to Washington.”
Following George’s gaze, Walter whispered into his ear. “Remember when SG-1 almost walked in on us and I had my tongue down you’re throat and my hand down your pants? You said Colonel O’Neill had them doing the quickest ‘about-face and retreat’ you’d ever seen.”
George chuckled. “That headache lasted for weeks. But Jack never once mentioned it to me. I’ll have to remember to ask him about it when he gets here.”
Walter drew George in for a deep kiss. Releasing him, he said, “Leaving the Air Force to be with you was the second best thing I’ve ever done.”
George grinned, chuckling again. “And the first?”
Walter’s hand slid down to squeeze George’s ass. “You.”
2. Paul Davis smiled knowingly, and transferred his champagne glass to his left hand to shake hands with George. “You will always have my utmost respect for dealing with SG-1 all those years, sir. You do know, that when they all came back and infected the SGC with that ‘promiscuity’ virus, the Pentagon was actually considering remotely activating the auto-destruct system?”
George snickered like a schoolboy. “Walter and I learned a lot that day. Good thing Jack was in charge those 24 hours; he destroyed every tape but one. We never did find out why he was the only person on base unaffected. Maybe if Doctor Jackson had been there . . .” George lowered his voice to a whisper. “That one tape is from the gateroom orgy. We brought it with us . . .” He lightly elbowed Paul. “After this shindig’s over. You, me, Walter; it’ll be like the old days.”
Paul choked. “I’m in a relationship now.”
George guffawed. “What? You still with that Graham Simmons boy?”
“He’s hardly a ‘boy’ now, sir.”
Hammond lowered his voice. “He’s on the tape with Jonas Quinn.”
“I’ll be there.”
3. “Master Bra’tac.” George bowed his head slightly, realizing his old friend had aged a great deal in recent years. “I am honored you would travel so far to attend my retirement party.”
“Hammond of Texas.” Bra’tac returned the nod. “George. If not for you and SG-1, I would not have known my dearest Jacob and Selmak.” Bra’tac was grinning. “Or you and your Walter,” he added slyly. “Your SG-1 was a pain in the mikta in their time; were they not?”
George nodded, laughing. “Keeping that team in the dark for several years was a constant headache. But it was for the best. They were the best,” he added a little wistfully.
“Your Walter has invited me to your room after the celebration.”
George slapped Bra’tac on the shoulder. “This night just keeps getting better and better! So tell me, what do you think about Hank Landry?”