The Date
The Date
by Katmellie
Summary: Has she really ruined things?
Category: Future Story, Humor, Romance
Episode Related: 001 Stargate - The Movie
Season: future Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Archived on: 02/28/04
Sam read through another report on such and such planet, they were going to be visiting next week when their new CO would be taking command. They'd met him briefly on Wednesday morning when he'd come in for his introductory tour and then he'd shot home to help his wife with unpacking things into their new home. General Hammond had worked fast to get a replacement so soon. Luckily Jack had left some references that he thought could fill his boots. She felt that no would could fill his boots, the whole size eleven boot that had kicked several Goa'uld. But none of that was any concern anymore. As Jack had said on Tuesday night when they had had a get together to celebrate his retirement, his old self was still alive on somewhere. She'd gotten the feeling he'd meant in another reality, which was probably true. 'Way too much time around me.' Sam thought, turning the page in the report.
Yawning into the back of her hand, she rubbed at her eyes as she reached for her mug of coffee. She was looking forward to their dinner tonight. Seven o'clock at his place were her only instructions. She didn't know if it was something flashy: a night in front of the TV watching a movie with popcorn, or whether he had something big planned. It freaked her, thinking that he was at home right at that moment, conspiring his little plan for their date. It was also still unbelievable that they were going to have a date. Mind-boggling.
Sam put her mug down, as she dropped the report onto her desk, touching her head whilst she glanced her watch. Was it really that time? How the hell could time pass that quickly? Last she had looked at her watch, it had been about quarter to five, now it was ten to eight. Where the hell had the time gone?
She looked up in sudden shock before bolting out of the room, leaving things as they were as she ran down the hallway to the elevator. Violently she stabbed at the call button, impatiently looking up at the level reader.
"Hey, Sam." Someone called from behind her. She wasn't paying attention.
"Sam?" Daniel asked coming to stand beside her. "What's wrong? Hey... aren't you suppose to be at Jack's by now?"
"Don't remind me!" Sam said, jumping into the elevator to almost assault Siler. "Sorry, Siler."
Siler left the elevator warily, getting out of there with his wrench in hand held protectively to his chest. Daniel followed Sam into the elevator, the doors closing behind him. Looking up at the level reader, Sam stripped her shirt off and handed it to Daniel to hold. He examined her shirt in bewilderment, sitting his eyebrow on top of the frame of his glasses as he looked up from her shirt to see her pulling her t-shirt off to reveal a tank top. Daniel was most pleased to see it there.
Sam stuffed the t-shirt into Daniel's hands, sorting through her pockets. "Daniel, I need you to ring him and... lie. Tell him the gate malfunction, or talk a load of techno babble to him. Anything, so it sounds like it wasn't my fault."
"You mean, so it looks like you didn't forget." Daniel said as he handed her clothes back to her.
"Precisely." Sam chided as the doors opened. Shooting out of the elevator towards the locker room, she bobbed and weaved out of peoples' way, trying to get to the locker room ASAP. It was bad enough she'd killed his retirement dinner, and then had spilled red wine over his white, freshly ironed shirt. Which reminded her: she owed him a shirt.
Skidding round the corner, she saw Teal'c hanging outside of the women's locker room, his hands clasped behind his back. Sam slowed her pace, coming to stand still at the doors with her hand held posed for pushing the door open.
"Teal'c," Sam said with a hint of curiosity. "What are you doing hanging outside of the women's locker room?"
"Waiting for you, Major Carter." Teal'c answered, surprising Sam. "I have a message from O'Neill."
'Oh no, he was calling it off. He was dumping me before we've even begun.' Sam thought with several other thoughts whizzing through her head at the same time. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for the worst.
"What is it?"
"O'Neill said to not worry about tonight. He understands a problem may have come up and says he will see you when you are next free." Teal'c told her, bowing slightly in height.
Sam frowned at him and said, "Thanks Teal'c. I'm on my way now though, so perhaps things won't be too spoiled."
Teal'c looked sympathetic as he said, "I am sorry Major Carter but O'Neill told me that he has made other plans for this evening, in case you weren't able to make it. He will not be at his residence."
"Well, I guess it's a lonesome night in front of the TV." Sam uttered in a neutral tone while her face spoke volumes of how upset she was.
"Major Carter, the night holds much promise for you tonight. Do not look so glum." Teal'c whispered, leaning in closer to Sam.
She looked into his dark brown eyes, seeing something hidden behind their sparkle. "What are you trying to say?"
Teal'c stood proudly before striding off down the corridor, turning the corner with a glance back at her. Now Sam knew something was going on.
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Standing in front of the sink in his kitchen, Jack stacked another plate into his dishwasher and grumbled to himself about being stood up, even though he didn't blame her. He loved the fact that sometimes she got so caught up in her work, that sometimes she lost track of time and did some amazing things. What did get on his nerves was the fact it seemed even though with a reason to get out of the base, she still wasn't able to take the chance. She'd rather work then be at home, be with him. Though that probably wasn't true, it just seemed that way.
Jack pulled the plug in the sink and let the water drain away as he put the last of the pans onto the bottom shelf, pushing it in to close the door and dried his hands on a tea towel. He had about ten minutes to get over to her house and set up things there. Thanks to Teal'c's little heads up, he knew it would take her about forty minutes to drive home. It just showed how much dedication he was putting into his plans, and how much time he had on his hands. Half the day had been spent driving round in circles, admiring people's houses and gardens, then he'd picked Cassie up from school and they went shopping. Somehow she had managed to talk him into buying her a couple of outfits and to get himself a new suit.
Sighing loudly, he entered his bedroom to stand in front of his bed, looking at the suit he'd bought that day or the loose fitting jeans and tight shirt that lay on the bed. It was a toss-up between looking handsome and tamed or to go looking rebellious. Rebellious had always worked in the past... but this was Sam. She wasn't like the other girls. He hadn't had to use his worst pick up line on her. 'When you're falling I'll catch you.' he would say to some girl he would approached to which she would reply, 'Falling?' and then he would say with a cheeky grin, 'When you're falling in love with me.' Cheesy, he knew this, but sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. Especially when she hit him over the head and told him he was a pervert, but she'd married him at the end of the day, so he could say it did work in some ways.
He chuckled going to pick his shirt and jeans up from the bed, opting for comfort rather than sophisticated. Taking them into the bathroom, he hung them up on the door as he pulled his arm out of the sleeve of his t-shirt. Jack stripped down to his boxers, chucking the clothes he'd just had on into the laundry bin, turning to the mirror. He studied himself, breathing in deeply, tucking in his stomach to see his ribs show through and then breathed out, letting his stomach out. Was he getting fat? He swivelled round to his left, holding in his stomach and then let it out.
"Well, you're no Pete, Jack." He said to himself, comparing himself to the mental memory he had of Pete. "He's younger, fitter, doesn't have your baggage and he's not bored twenty four hours a day, like you have been since you retired."
Shaking his head at his realisation, he turned back to the sink, opening the bathroom cabinet to take his shaving foam out and his razor. Jack squirted some into his hand and lathered up his hands, soothing the white foamy cream over his stubble face. He washed off the remaining foam on his hands and rinsed the blades of his razor under the tap, checking in the mirror he'd covered it all.
He squinted at himself in the mirror, banking towards it as he carefully dragged his razor up his neck towards his chin, swiping away a path in the shaving cream. Rinsing it under the tap, Jack did the rest of his face in no time, checking his watch regularly. At least one of them would be on time for something in their lives. As he applied some aftershave to his face and sprayed under his arms with deodorant, Jack looked at himself once more, thinking that would do, as there wasn't much else he could do with his battered body.
Taking down his jeans from the door, he unhooked them from the cloths hanger, flinging it towards his bed to land on his new suit. Jack flicked them out with a snap before delving his leg inside and then the other, pulling them up to sit above his hips where he fastened them and secured the belt. He paused as he reached up for his shirt. Something was... ringing?
Jack took his shirt down from its hanger and took it with him, as he went in search of what was ringing. It was coming from somewhere in his house, but wasn't quite sure where it was. He hadn't seen the black object since Friday night when he'd just thrown it somewhere and went to celebrate his freedom in the kitchen, finding everything he needed was in there; small TV, beer, snacks, phone if he needed take out and a comfy chair in the corner.
Shrugging on his shirt, he let it flap open as he waltzed about his house, investigating every room till he came to the living room, closing in on the armchair near the front door. Jack squeezed his hand down in between the arm of the chair and cushion, smiling when he clasped his hand on the object and brought it out into the open. The green screen was flashing with Sam's name, the phone vibrating in his hand in time with the rings.
Flipping down the flap on the phone, he pressed to answer it and placed it next to his ear. "Hello."
"Hi." Her small voice said with what had to be the sound of her engine. "Sorry."
"Excuse me?" Jack asked, trying to get as much out of this as he could. "Didn't quite hear that, Sam. You're what?"
Her teeth were grinding as she said, "I said, I was sorry. I lost track of the time."
"It's okay. Where're you now?" Jack enquired, buttoning up some of the buttons on his shirt, leaving the top three undone to show some of his chest.
"I'm just passing through the base gates. Look, if you give me twenty minutes, we could go out for dinner or something?" Sam sounded as though she was pleading with him. This made Jack smile whilst he was putting his keys and wallet into his pockets.
"Oh... I'm sorry, Sam. But I organised to meet up with an old buddy of mine, from back in the day, if you weren't able to come. I'm sorry." Jack tried to say without laughing, walking around his house to turn the lights off. "How about tomorrow night?"
There was a pause. "I can't tomorrow. I'm on the late shift tomorrow."
"Are you?" Jack said, though he knew she was as he'd had... words with Hammond the morning before. "Damn. We'll sort something out."
"Yeah... okay. Well, I guess I'll see you whenever then. Have fun with your buddy." Sam said as Jack was leaving through his front door, locking the door behind him.
"Oh, we... I will. I will." Jack said, glancing up at the moon and the stars. "See ya soon, Sam."
"Okay. Bye, Jack." She ended the call and Jack couldn't help but feel bad. He could be really bad to her sometimes. He hoped she didn't feel too bad about it; it would ruin his surprise if she were too down.
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Sam bit her lip in disappointment, turning down another endless street. She wasn't truly listening to the radio as it blared out of her speakers, some song playing away to itself as she exchanged her lip for her nail. She'd let him down. He'd put so much work into setting this evening up and she went and ruined it for them both. Pulling up to a set of traffic lights, she searched in the pocket of her drivers door as a green truck coasted through the intersection, heading towards her neighbourhood. Sam looked up when the lights were green and drove on straight, her purse in her lap, waiting for when she pulled up in front of her favourite Chinese take out place. Wasn't like there was someone waiting at home for her.
Parking up beside someone's car, Sam got out slamming her door a bit harder than needed. She scratched at her forehead, irritated with the bit of her hair that was tickling her forehead. As she opened the door, she flicked the bit of hair out of the way, thankful there wasn't a queue as she rested her elbows down onto the counter. Shaun, the usual boy who'd serve her, appeared from the back, carrying a box of carrier bags which he shoved under the counter, wiping his hands on his apron.
"Hey Major." Shaun greeted as he stood in front of the till. "What'll it be tonight?"
Sam sighed, opening her purse to get her credit card out. "I'll have..." Sam glanced over the menu board, hung over the counter. "Deep fried barbequed chicken wings in Peking sauce, then Lak Chi Special and a carton of noodles."
"Okay. That'll be..." Shaun started before Sam cut in. "I don't want to know the damages, put it on the card."
"Oh..." Shaun murmured, taking the credit card from Sam to slide through the machine. "We're in one of those moods tonight."
Sam glared at him as he gave back her card. "I'm not in a mood. Just... a bad night."
"Right. I'll have your order done in ten." Shaun said as he headed through into the kitchen and Sam sat down onto the ledge by the window.
Feeding her credit card back into its home, she pursed her lips into a tight line, hearing the deep roaring of an engine behind her, parking up into a spot. She glanced for a moment, not really paying attention to the man who walked in, mumbling something over and over. Sam pulled at a loose thread, hanging from the corner of her purse as the man tapped his hand down on the bell, calling Shaun out to the front.
She looked up and studied the man for an instant; he was another regular like her though she'd never spoken to him before. Once or twice they had smiled a hello, but never had an actual conversation about politics or the weather. Sam gazed down at her purse, crossing her feet over one another as the man sat down a few feet away from her on the ledge of the window.
"Major, I'll just bring your order out." Shaun said, writing down the other man's order while Sam got to her feet, leaning onto the counter again with her elbows.
Shaun appeared again, handing her a blue plastic carrier bag over the counter and smiled at her as she took the bag with a nod of her head. She headed straight out of the door and down to her car, dropping the bag of food into the foot well of the passenger seat. Starting up her car, she checked her phone and saw a text message was waiting for her. Sam accessed it as she reversed out of her spot, heading home as she read the message between glancing at the road and then at her phone.
'Hey Sam. Hope you and Jack are having a good time, smooching and that. But could you take and break, and try and explain this Einstein theory to me. Thanks. Love Cassie.' Sam glared at her phone. Was there someone upon high, trying to rub it in that she'd messed up this evening? Smooching? Yeah right. More like wild monkey sex if she'd gotten her way. Seven years of watching that body, seeing the torture he'd put it through, knowing every muscle in his body and always longing to touch them, to feel them tense under her touch. Dreams, that was all they were.
She pushed the fantasy away, turning onto her street to run parallel to the park before turning in behind... a green truck? Blinking her eyes a few times, she thought it was just a coincidence that someone else had the same make, same colour and the same scratch on the back panel. Sam reached into the passenger foot well, collecting her keys and purse before she got out of the car, locking her door behind her. She put her purse into the carriage bag as she walked between the truck and her car to get onto the sidewalk, looking up at her house for the first time since she'd parked up. It was dark inside, just the way she left it that morning at half past five.
Scratching at her eyebrow, she then searched through her keys for the front door key, trudging up the steps onto the small porch. She stopped though as she neared the doormat. A single rose was lying on the mat and she noticed the front door was slightly ajar. Stooping down it reminded her of her date with Pete, which brought a small smile to her lips but was soon forgotten when she got a whiff of the rose. Sam could smell him. The ginger spice she had woken up to in his bed, disorientating her in her surroundings. Smiling she pushed the door open and went inside, closing the door behind her.
The hallway was lit by candles, directed her towards her kitchen where she could see a shadow playing over the walls. Taking a suspicious step forward she quietly placed her keys on the side, hearing something crunched under her foot. Sam glanced down and saw a white rose, lying on the floor under her foot. Bending down, she picked it up and smelt it, finding it smelt the same as the other one.
With a happy sigh, Sam made her way down the hallway into the kitchen, finding someone standing in the shadows, the moonlight flooding in behind them through the French windows. She raised an eyebrow at them, walking over to the nearest counter to put the carrier bag and two roses down on.
The house was so silent it scared Sam to some degree but she felt safe, knowing he was there with her. Fishing her purse out from inside the carrier bag, she put it down beside the bag, scanning round the room to see the coffee table covered with a cloth of some sort, a few candles burning with two plates waiting for food to be served on them. Movement caught her attention but she was too captivated by the transformation of her living room to care what he was doing. Music began quietly in the background and he placed the remote for the CD player down on the counter beside her.
"Told you to always have a back up plan." He whispered standing so close behind her she could feel his breath on her neck.
"What makes you think I ever listen to you?" Sam asked him, turning her head slightly to see him out of the corner of her eye. He was so close it made her toes curl up.
His face broke out into a cheeky grin before he nosed around in the carrier bag. "Good, you brought the food."
"And you were hoping that by some miracle, I would decide to stop for some take out?" Sam questioned with a chuckle, finding some energy to move away from him to inspect the coffee table.
"Sam, every time you leave the base late, you stop for Chinese. It's your routine." Jack said, picking the bag up from the counter, taking it over to join her at the coffee table and gestured her towards the couch. "You sit on that side."
Sam pulled a face, pointing towards the opposing couch to one he'd pointed to. "I want to sit there."
Jack looked at her for a moment before sitting down where he'd told her to sit, and began emptying the bag and then the containers onto the plates. She paused as she sat down onto couch, looking at his attire and then at her own, feeling slightly under dressed for this. Getting off the couch, Sam quickly dashed off to her bedroom, hearing him ask where she was going.
"Be right back." Sam shouted, closing her bedroom door behind her.
'Now Sam, what the hell are we going to wear?' she asked herself as she threw open her wardrobe doors.
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Jack was smirking to himself as he put the empty cartons into the bin, wiping his hands down the front of his jeans as he surveyed the room and the atmosphere he'd created. He'd done well. He was just lighting the last of the candles when he heard her car pull up out front, alarm bells had gone off inside of his head as he'd dashed about, getting the bottle of wine from the fridge, hiding it under the coffee table for when they were eating their food. Cracking his knuckles nervously, he wandered about the room, looking at photos and books on the bookshelf. He chuckled when he saw her books were in alphabetical order, just like her lab books were.
Sitting down with a groan on the floor between the coffee table and couch, he brought out the bottle of wine from under the table as he picked up the corkscrew from the table. He was unwrapping the foil from around the neck of the bottle when he heard her bedroom door open and something click down the hallway towards him. Positioning the corkscrew on top of the bottle, he began to screw down into the cork whilst he glanced up at her. He paused, his whole world stopped like it did every time she walked into a room.
Standing before him was one sexy looking Major. Blinking his eyes, he licked his lips at the sight of her, her legs on full show with a nice amount of cleavage showing. Sam smiled, enjoying the effect she was having on him. She sat down onto the edge of the couch before slipping off of it to join him on the floor.
"Wow!" Jack exclaimed, getting back to uncorking the bottle of wine.
As the cork popped out of the wine bottle, Sam's eyes sparkled in the candlelight. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."
"Oh no." Jack stuttered. "You look... amazing, extraordinary, exceptional, remarkable, great, fantastic, incredible, astonishing, outstanding, stupendous..." "Okay, okay. I get the picture, Jack." Sam chuckled, playing with her fork.
Jack shook his head, edging forward towards the table, drawing himself nearer to Sam. "No, Sam. I don't think you do." She looked at him seriously. "You have no idea what you've put me through these past years, let alone in the last ten minutes. When I see you, my heart is ready to burst though my chest and give itself readily to you."
She looked away, down at something in her lap, as Jack got up onto his hands and knees, crawling round to her around the table. "Thinking of you sometimes, all the time," Jack began, sitting down beside her with his back to the couch. "I can't help but dream about you. Times we've shared together. Times when we've shared a comforting hug and I've been locked within your warm embrace, enjoying every moment with you."
"Jack, you don't have to say all..." Jack shushed her with a finger over her lips. "I need you to understand how much you mean to me, how much this means to me."
Nodding her head, he continued. "Sometimes when I'm outside or even in my house, I'll hear your name on the wind or from somewhere but I swear I hear someone calling your name. But they haven't, it's just the wind. Just my mind tormenting me with thoughts of you, as I lie alone in bed at night, dreaming of you.
"When I look into your deep blue eyes," Jack took a moment to take a deep breath, staring constantly into her eyes. "I find myself falling into their depths, unsure where the bottom is and not caring where it is. I also find that when I'm merely a foot or metres, or even miles away from you, I smell that irresistible smell that's you. The one that mixes in with your perfume but is so you." Jack finished, cupping her face with his hand as he brushed her tears from her face with his thumb.
"You know, for a man who certainly doesn't say a lot or isn't good with words, you certainly did a good job there." Sam said, wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands. "You made me cry too."
Jack smiled coaxing her towards him with an arm around her shoulders, bringing her into a hug. "You love it really."
"No, I don't. I hate crying." Sam mumbled into his shoulder.
He grinned over her shoulder before kissing her sweetly on the cheek, wrapping his arms firmly around her as they sat there with their arms round each other while the CD player played away to itself.
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After a while they finally dug into their meal, chitchatting about anything that was brought up as they ate. Sam couldn't stop giggling as Jack told her about some of the things he and his buddy at the academy had gotten up to, and frowned about some of the things Jack and Kawalsky had done to Daniel on their first mission through the 'gate. Though she had found it really funny when he told her about watching Daniel be dragged over sand dunes, his foot caught up in a rope as he screamed for Jack to help him. A bit of food had been spluttered over the table because she was laughing so much. She hadn't laughed that much in some time, not even Pete had made her laugh that much.
Finishing off the last of her noodles, Sam sighed happily watching Jack sip at his glass of wine with his plate set in his lap. His little speech thing had gone straight to her heart, making her love him and made her want him even more. She had bets that if Charlie hadn't died when he did, Jack would still be happily married to Sara and there wouldn't be what they had at that moment. She had to be thankful in some way, but hated herself for it. She was sorry his son died, anyone would be, but she was glad, otherwise they wouldn't be sitting where they were. They wouldn't be sharing a bottle of wine together, they wouldn't be touching the other freely and they just wouldn't be together. They wouldn't have known each other, because he wouldn't have taken the suicidal mission through the 'gate and found what he needed to live on after his son's death.
Jack shuffled forward, stacking his plate onto hers as he finished the dredges in the bottom of his wine glass. "You go get the other bottle of wine from the fridge and I'll meet you outside. I'm just popping to the bathroom."
"Okay." Sam said as he got up and went to step over her legs.
She gazed up at him, watching him scoot off to the bathroom and out of the room. Rolling her eyes with a smile, Sam got up from the floor, gathering the plates and wine glasses before heading over to the kitchen, discarding them to the side apart from the wine glasses. Cheekily she chuckled at something as she opened the fridge, taking the wine bottle from the bottom, just where he said it was.
Detouring to the coffee table to collect the corkscrew, Sam went outside into the cool summer night, smiling wildly at the blanket that was laid out on the grass. Someone had been a busy boy. As she descended down the steps to the garden, she heard him come up behind her, his hands finding their way naturally onto her hips, guiding her towards the blanket as his head came down onto her shoulder.
"So, as dates go, how am I doing? Better than what's-his-face?" Jack asked with a bit of jealousy seeping into his voice.
Sam didn't miss it. "Was I supposed to be comparing the two?"
Jack helped her to sit down onto the blanket, taking the glasses from her so she could open the bottle of wine. "No, sorry. Just... the thought of him and you, just... it makes my blood boil."
"Well, calm down. Am I having a terrific time with him tonight? No. I'm with you. Now sit down." Sam ordered with the cork popping.
"Okay." Jack grumbled, holding the glasses out for her to pour into as he sat down next to her, stretching his legs out in front of him. "So... where did Pete take you on a date?"
She glared at him, pouring the wine into a glass. "I'm just curious."
Putting the bottle to one side, she took one of the glasses from him and took a sip from it. "He took me out to dinner sometimes and he took me to someone's anniversary party."
"Anniversary party?" Jack asked scowling.
"Someone's wedding anniversary. I think it was his way of saying, 'that's what I dream for us' kind of thing. You know, 'I want us to last for that long'. It was very sweet." Sam said honestly, running a finger round the rim of her glass.
"So how am I doing?" Jack questioned. Sam still felt like he wanted her to compare the two.
"This is great. Something I would never expect from you." Sam said hoping it would give him what he wanted, but the look his eye said otherwise. "Okay, it's way better than Pete."
Jack bowed his head for a moment and then took a sip of his wine. "Because?"
Sam looked at him, meeting his gaze full on. "Why the questions?"
"I'm just wondering." Jack answered, trying to look innocent.
Rubbing a hand over her face whilst she placed her wine glass beside the bottle of wine, Sam turned to face him fully, clasping her hands either side of his face. "I would rather be here with you then be with Pete. When I was with him, I wished it was you and even pretended at one point that he was you. Now, stop with the interrogation. I'm not going to go running off. Might get stuck in my lab, but I'm staying put. Can we just enjoy what's left of the night?"
"My thoughts exactly." Jack smiled reaching passed her to sit his glass beside hers while he used his body weight to lay her back down onto the blanket.
She smiled up at him with him shifting to lie beside her, stroking his fingers through her hair as she threaded her fingers into the hair at the back of his head. Jack licked at his lips, his face coming closer and closer; too slow for Sam's liking. Pulling him down faster, she kissed him with her hand caressing the side of his face, as he moved his arm to support him. He responded with a low growl, his leg twining itself around her own leg, pressing himself down upon her. With their kiss becoming more wanting and needing, Sam slid her hand down his chest, starting to undo the buttons to his shirt.
His hand travelled down her side with his fingertips barely touching her, tickling but exciting her at the same time. She knew they couldn't well carry on with where they were going out in her garden, as much as she would love too, but she knew her neighbours wouldn't appreciate it. Pushing him up, he rolled off her onto his side, looking at her in concern.
"Maybe we should take this inside?" Sam suggested with her hand touching his bare chest, where his shirt was hanging open.
He was panting slightly, his eyes travelling around the garden. "Not exactly the most romantic place to do it, is it?"
Sam giggled sitting up. "No, Jack. It's not when the kids next door could come out any minute."
"Shouldn't they be in bed?" Jack questioned, getting up off the blanket to help her up.
"One word. Teenagers." Sam stated, taking his hand.
"There are fences on either side of your garden, how the hell would they know or see what we were doing?" Jack pointed to either fence as they climbed the back steps.
Sam glanced round at him. "I let them use my garden as a way of sneaking out at night."
Jack grinned, spinning her round to restrain her arm behind her back, walking her backwards into the house. "You sly dog, you."
"You don't know the half of it yet." Sam told him, knocking the door shut behind them.
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Something moved beside him before Jack felt a cold draft sweep over his back. Feet quietly tiptoed out of the room to go somewhere as Jack pulled the covers over his head, covering up his back so he could be cocooned into the warmth. Jack snoozed for a while, his arms clutched in front of his chest, holding onto the sheets for dear life. He was in his own heaven, sighing into the pillows under his head, wriggling further down the bed and across it. Beginning to come out of his snooze, Jack cracked an eye open to see a drawer in front of him, not his home then. The night's activities came back slowly whilst he sat up in the bed, straightening out the sheets to cover the bed instead of his own side.
The doorbell rang and Jack looked in the direction towards where the sound came from, but stayed put hearing the door open and voices whispered, coming into the house. Rubbing at his eyes, Jack looked about the floor for his boxers, finding them crumpled under her pants. He put them on as he went into the ensuite, roughly messing up his hair, and stood in front of the mirror. Examining himself, he came to the conclusion he needed to spend more time in the gym. Old age was getting to him.
Passing back through Sam's bedroom, Jack wandered down the hallway, stretching his arms above his head and then let them fall to his sides as he turned into the kitchen. Sam and Cassie hadn't noticed him come in as they sat on the couch, talking about something between them. He smiled at the scene, filling the kettle and putting it onto the stove as he lit the ring underneath it.
"Morning, Jack." Cassie said with a hint of laughter. "Nice, hair-do."
He looked over his shoulder at them, taking down some mugs from a shelf. "I did it all myself, thank you. You two want coffee?"
"I will, Jack." Sam answered flicking through the pages of a textbook.
Cassie came up behind him, playfully shoving him with her shoulder as she went to the fridge, getting the milk out. "Have fun last night?"
"Who said it was just last night?" Jack asked putting a teaspoon of instant coffee into each mug.
"Oh please don't say that when I rung the..." Cassie shivered. "That's sick."
"Cassie, he's teasing." Sam said absently, writing something down onto a notepad. "It was brilliant."
Jack took the milk from Cassie, smiling at her. "What brings you round 'ere, kiddo?"
"Physics." Cassie grumbled.
"Ah! Say no more. Physics gives me a headache." Jack said as the kettle on the stove whistled.
Turning off the ring, Jack poured the hot water into the mugs while Cassie stirred them, taking hers and Sam's over to the coffee table. Jack sipped cautiously at his coffee, padding out of the kitchen towards the hallway.
"I've gotta get going in a bit, Sam. You wanna meet for lunch about one?" Jack asked, standing in the archway between the rooms.
"Sure... give me a ring." Sam said, frowning at something in the textbook. She wasn't paying attention.
"Cassie," Jack called. "Remind her, will ya?"
Cassie giggled. "I will."
With a shake of his head, Jack headed back to Sam's bedroom and drank his coffee as he got dressed, running through the things he had to do that morning. Thing's he needed to buy and organise for his little treat for her.
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