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A/N Seventh in the 'Relationship Series.'
Jack pushed the button on the fireplace hearth for a third
time, then closely watched the flames of the fire that had been
started for them.
Hey, Carter, get a load of this! he
yelled across the posh room.
Sam thanked the bell boy for carrying two of third bags for them, dismissed him, leaving a tip in his hand, then crossed to Jack's side as the boy left the room. She secretly suspected that the hotel she and Jack had chosen for their holiday trip paid so little for such an archaic service as bell boys so those boys would then get tips from the customers, and then the owners of the hotel wouldn't have to feel guilty about not paying very big salaries to the boys in question... But, she couldn't prove any of it; she was only theorizing at the moment.
As Sam drew closer to the fireplace that Jack had found, she watched him press one of the buttons embedded in its mantel, and orange flames shot out of the stones. He pressed another button, and the flames turned blue. Then, they turned green.
Cool, huh? Jack inquired with a big smile.
Sam just shook her head.
Little boys, and their little
What? Jack defensively asked.
Sam grinned at him.
If you want to push buttons so
badly, you can push my buttons.., she began to
Jack grinned back at her.
I thought that I already
did, he smugly said.
Sam sized him up with her gaze.
Oh, you do, big time...
But shouldn't we go down to the restaurant and eat something
before we go anywhere tonight?
Jack turned to glance at the room he and Sam had been
awarded for the next three days, then jumped onto the bed gracing
one entire corner of the room.
Hey, Sam, look... This bed is
Jack, Sam said in mild aggravation as she followed
where he had gone.
Were you even listening to me?
Oh, you betcha, he said,
But I'm not hungry... I
had too many peanuts on the plane, I think... I'd rather roll
around on this huuuge bed for a minute first.
Sam smiled at him, and lay down beside him on her back on
top of the bed's velvet coverlet.
Don't you think it's kind
of silly for us to rent the honeymoon suite, though? she
I mean, it's not our honeymoon, or anything. We're
not even married!
Jack grinned at her for a second over the coverlet.
Nope, he firmly stated.
It's Christmas, we deserve this
for saving the world again last week, and no one's going to be on
their honeymoon now, anyway, not at Christmas. Relax and enjoy
the ride, he advised her, still smiling.
Oh, I never said that I didn't intend to enjoy
myself, Sam told him.
I'm just feeling a bit guilty
Don't, Jack stated.
Sam sighed, but quickly acquiesced, especially for her.
Okay... She turned to face him.
Want to have sex
Jack choked, but managed to turn the gesture into a cough.
Sam grinned again.
Hey! I hadn't even answered yet! Jack protested.
You mean that you do want to have sex? Sam
Again Jack coughed.
The idea of you having sex with
anybody is still sort of... weird, Jack announced.
even weirder to think that I get to have sex with you.
He hastily amended,
'Weird' in a good way, or course.
Of course, Sam knowingly echoed.
But why is it
'weird?' she asked.
It's been over a year, she
And I certainly haven't been living like a nun all
Jack grinned at her. He said,
I'm aware of
So... I'm a willing subject if you want to administer
the proper test...
I can't believe you just said 'administer' and used it
right in a sentence, Sam said.
I'll make a scientist out
of you yet.
Over my dead body, he objected.
Now, I know that having sex with a
dead person is illegal!
Jack smiled at her.
Then I better resurrect
Sam couldn't help but smile as well.
Let me help you
with that.., she said, then reached for him.
Damn! Jack commented.
I can hardly even touch you
in such a big bed!
We can shortchange the sheets, if that'll help make it
seem smaller, Sam suggested, following her suggestion with a
long, deep, passionate kiss on his lips.
Jack pulled back when he needed to perish or breath.
thought only Teal'c shorted sheets on beds.
Daniel helps him, Sam told him, and kissed him
Jack clutched at her arms.
God, Sam, you're gonna kill
Good, Sam said, and smiled in satisfaction.
That's the plan...
Good plan, Jack riposted, and flipped himself to lay
on top of her on the bed.
Sam's eyebrows rose in a mock salute.
You gonna show me
a good time now? she inquired.
Jack grinned down at her.
I thought I already
Sam flipped them both until she was lying on top of him.
Or I was... And she lazily let her hands wander
underneath his untucked sweater.
Merry Christmas, she
Jack also couldn't keep from grinning.
starting to be... He answered every kiss she gave him with a
caress of his own.
That decision we made to always wear our
shirts untucked while off duty was a good one. His fingers
stroked across her belly.
Sam kissed him again.
I agree, she indolently said
as she lost her hold on her own reason, to be replaced by the
smell of his skin... It was driving her crazy!
Several silent moments passed as she kissed him in ever deepening displays of affection. She ended her searing gestures by sliding her lips across his neck, and caressing his jaw, making him pant some breaths into her own sweater.
I think we're wearing too many clothes for this little
scenario to really work right, Jack managed to say in a
I agree, Sam whispered right into his ear, then
gently bit his earlobe, making him squirm under her.
God, Sam... Jack pulled her sweater over her head in
one swift movement.
No fair.., Sam stated, then removed his sweater as
Better... She kissed his chest, making Jack arch
against her, and shivers to course up and down his spine. His
skin erupted into goosebumps that had nothing to do with the cold
Jack flipped them again, a little more roughly than before,
landing on top of Sam. Her nimble fingers quickly had the button
of his pants undone, and he was completely bare before he could
even blink. He shook his head, but he couldn't throw off the
haze that was quickly taking over his rationale mind. He was
quickly losing his famous sense of control as it spiraled away
without him even realizing that it was gone. He looked at Sam,
Damn, you're well put together, he
appreciatively reminded her in a voice so tense, it cracked.
So are you, Sam returned the comment.
Let me keep appreciating.., Jack said, then released
her bra from its clasp at her back, slid her own pants and
underwear off her legs, and tossed them aside.
While Jack was distracted with what he was doing, Sam flipped them again, then didn't give him time to say anything, but kissed him. At the same time, she rubbed her hips into his erection that had until recently strained against his jeans.
No side arm jokes, he ordered with a smirk.
I wasn't gonna say anything, Sam told him. Instead,
she tilted her hips even closer than before.
Jack groaned. He kneaded his fingers across both of her breasts at the same time. Now it was Sam's turn to groan.
Hey, Jack said.
Keep your eyes open...
Why? she panted in a delirium if sensation.
You'll see.., he enigmatically said.
Jack, she began to protest, but was soon too lost to
say much of anything that was coherent. His fingers were
positively magical. She hissed a whisper,
You just keep saying my name.., Jack whispered back
Why your name? Sam managed to squeak.
wrong with 'Colonel,' or 'Sir...'
I see our point... Sam moaned one more time, and
kissed him again.
In response, Jack slid into her in a swift move of his own.
Sam hissed again, arched her back, ground her hips into his,
Oh, God, I ache for you...
Eyes open, Jack reminded on a grunt. But she
rendered him speechless with her final arch as she pushed down
onto him. His next sound was less an articulation of a word, and
more just noise. He pushed into her even deeper...
It was Sam's turn to make a noise in the back of her throat.
Then she breathed one word that seemed to be a monumental effort
on her part to make.
Yeeesss! And she started to move
against him. Jack's eyes rolled back into his head. Sam panted,
How can I stare into your eyes if you...
Sam, Jack desperately interrupted on a wheeze of air.
I swear, I'm gonna explode! He squeezed his eyes shut,
Crap! You feel so good...
Sam arched her back one final time, grated out a harsh
Marry me! then writhed as supreme pleasure
washed over her, her eyes piercing through to his soul.
God..! she exclaimed about his suggestion that she keep her
eyes open. Her voice was tight as she tried her hardest to keep
her gaze trained on his features while it blurred beyond anything
recognizable at the same time.
Jack grunted once, not even able to vocalize anything at
this point. He clutched at her naked behind, drunk with the
emotions coursing through him. He heard her grunted words, but
couldn't even begin to answer them as he was bombarded with his
own waves of sensation, captured and tossed about, stiff as a
board thrown into the sweet torture of his own personal explosion
Sam! he tried to say, but the word came out
more like a moan. He did his best to keep his eyes open and
trained to her face, but the passion that burned through his gaze
kept forcing his eyes into the back of his head at the desire
soaking his bones. At any moment, he felt like he would float
away at the joy of it all.
Both Jack and Sam flowed slowly back to earth, panting,
sweaty, satisfied, and giddy with the sensations still accosting
their minds. A few moments went by as they collected themselves.
Jack found his voice at last.
You didn't mean that, he
said with barely enough air to support the low sound of his
Mean what? Sam inquired, still too dazed to know what
he was talking about.
That bit about marrying you...
Oh, that, Sam smiled in comprehension.
Jack tried to pretend that her complacent attitude didn't
mean anything to him.
It doesn't matter, any..
I meant that, she said, smiled, and laid her
head on his shoulder in order to rest and regain her breath.
Jack's eyes popped back to the right side of his head so
that he could stare at her.
Uh.., he said.
'Uh..,' she mimicked.
You sound confused as
Uh.., Jack said again.
Sam smiled into the smooth skin of his shoulder.
already said that. Now, what's it gonna be, O'Neill? she
'Yes,' or 'no?'
Uh.., Jack could only repeat.
Sam lifted her head and gazed at him.
I don't believe
it... I finally rendered Colonel O'Neill totally speechless.
Well, this is a first.
Jack was finally able to stare inquisitively at her.
you mean it.? he asked in a whisper thin voice.
Well, yeah, she finally
Jack continued to stare at her in shock.
Blink, Sam commanded, a small smile playing over her
lips at his continued lack of speech.
Jack blinked, then responded in a way that she had never
Well, crap! he said as he drew her head back
down to his shoulder.
I was gonna ask you that same question
this week! But you beat me to it.
You can ask, Sam congenially told him.
I think we ought to get married, Jack burst out.
You up for it?
Sam spluttered a laugh.
How can I possibly turn down
something so romantic?
That didn't come out quite the way that I intended it
to, Jack interrupted. He grimaced into her hair.
Yeah, Sam agreed. Then, she said no more as she lay
against his shoulder.
Jack was quiet for several seconds. He grimaced again.
Was that a 'yeah, I'll marry you,' or a 'yeah, I agree with
what you're saying?'
Yeah, I'll marry you, if you'll marry
Jack turned his head so that he could stare into her eyes.
You want to get married? he asked, incredulous now.
Really and truly? You'll put up with me for all time?
Sam raised her own head, and stared straight back at him.
Yeah, she nonchalantly replied.
Jack stared some more, then he grinned a grin that rivaled
the bed in size.
Well, hot damn! he exclaimed.
You wanna fly to Vegas? she asked him.
It was Jack's turn to splutter this time.
yeah! he finally got out.
Okay, she said, used to being decisive
once a decision had been made.
Let's go. She rose from
beside his warming presence where she'd been curled into a ball
as small and warm as possible, kissed him, and started to
Jack was flummoxed by such resolute actions.
Now? he asked.
Sam turned back towards him, and smiled.
Time waits for
no man... or woman... or Asgaard... or Tok'ra, she said,
pulling on a shoe.
Jack slid off the bed, and landed on the floor in a heap of
undignified incredulity. He sat there while she dressed, not
quite able to move even if he wanted to. He slowly was able to
Hot damn! he finally said, and, moving easier
and easier all the time, reached for his discarded clothes with
no more prodding. He dressed with more zeal than he had shown in
Did you bring your computer? he asked as he
wrestled with his socks.
Of course, she answered, walking sedately over to his
and her bags, where her personal laptop was resting underneath
all her clothes.
Get us on a flight to Vegas as soon as you can, Jack
I mean, one that leaves tonight... He
struggled to put on his sweater. He ended up wearing it inside
out. He removed it so that he could put it on the correct
I already did, she told him.
Jack just stared at her until his grin once more took over
I knew there was a reason why I love you so
Because I can work a computer? Sam joshingly
Undoubtedly. Jack jumped up, and pulled the ring he
had intended to give to Sam out of his jeans packet.
You might want to put this on.
Sam stared at the ring before slowly taking it from him.
She was puzzled for a moment, then her features cleared, and she
smiled at him.
You got me a puzzle ring, didn't you? she
asked. The four bands that were woven together to make one ring
glistened in her hand.
I've seen these before... She
looked up at him again.
I figured that the four bands could stand
for all of us... he four of us on SG-1. he grinned
Besides, I didn't see anything else I liked,
he sheepishly explained, then went on,
I figured it will give
you something to solve on the flight...
Cool, she declared.
Jack grinned; did he know her, or what? he thought to himself, pleased, as he and Sam each grabbed a bag to sling over their shoulders. They left the honeymoon suite without looking back. It had served its purpose, anyway.
Sequel: For Daniel
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