[TR] For Sam

[has_2ls]

It was hard to find places to go on dates on a deserted island and Jack was well aware it always required a lot of creativity. This morning, he woke up early and made the trek for coffee, bringing back two mugs (he drank his own in the compound kitchen) for Sam to have when she woke up. He put those close by before kneeling on the bed to kiss her awake. He always loved Sam when she first woke up in the morning and she was still hazy from sleep; Sam, in those moments, wasn't a soldier anymore. She was just Sam and had a sweetness he didn't think she could let herself have when fully aware and alert.

"Wake up. We've got plans today."

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[gate_expert]

Jack was really spoiling her with his habit of going to get her coffee in the mornings. She had always been an early riser, but lately on the island, on the days they didn't train with the ITF, she'd gotten in the habit of snoozing in bed until he came back with coffee.

She'd been aware when he left the bed--mostly because Jack was warm and snuggly in his sleep and the bed was a little chilly without him--but she dozed off again until he returned. She smelled the coffee and tasted his kiss and stretched lazily. "Sleepy plans?" she murmured.

[has_2ls]

"Nope. Swimming plans," Jack murmured back, pushing her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. "I brought you back two cups of coffee instead of just the one?"

He gave her his best puppydog look; Carter couldn't resist that.

[gate_expert]

"You're spoiling me," Sam said fondly. She couldn't help but smile at that puppy dog expression. "Two cups of coffee?" she teased. "Are you trying to say I'm not moving fast enough for you, mister?"

[has_2ls]

"Nope," he said, grinning wide. "I just know that look you get when you get to the bottom of the cup. It's all sad and wistful, so I thought two might hit the spot."

[gate_expert]

"Mmm," she said. "I do love coffee. And you fix it just like I like it." Yes, he was definitely spoiling her, she thought, as she sat up and reached for one of the cups. She took her coffee heavy on the sugar, which was definitely a vice, but she couldn't help it.

[has_2ls]

"That's because I know you," Jack said smugly, settling on the bed. "I had mine up at the compound, so drink all you want. Don't worry about me."

[gate_expert]

"The island needs bigger mugs," she decided as they sat back against the headboard and Sam sipped her coffee. "You know, big travel mugs with lids. Or even better, those insulated pots. You know, like we had in the briefing room at the SGC. I'll never forget when Teal'c just drank straight out of the pot that time... Urgo made him do it. Remember Urgo?" Sometimes it was hard to remember what happened before Jack's point in the timeline and what was after.

[has_2ls]

Jack nodded. God, did he ever remember Urgo. That guy had damn near killed all of them with his curiosity.

"Oh yeah. Big jolly guy, made the doc and Hammond think we'd all lost our marbles? Hard to forget."

[gate_expert]

"He kind of reminded me of my uncle Irving," she said, and stretched her legs a little and sighed. "So, about these plans of yours. Swimming, you said?" Thankfully she had a decent swimsuit--two actually, tanks in black and blue.

[has_2ls]

Jack nodded. "Oh yeah. The water's just right this morning and that's not something we've done together. Swimming until we get tired, then a picnic on the beach? Sound like a plan?"

[gate_expert]

"I like this plan," Sam said happily. "And that bit about being spoiled? This just makes it worse. Not that I'm complaining," she added, finishing one mug of coffee and starting on the other. "Do I need to pack us some lunch?"

[has_2ls]

"Not...exactly," Jack said, nodding toward a basket in the corner. "Basket was in the laundry room and I raided some fruit and stuff from the kitchen. I thought ahead."

[gate_expert]

Sam kissed his cheek. "Wow. I'm impressed," she said, grinning. "You really did think ahead. I guess I should finish this coffee and get off my lazy butt, huh?"

[has_2ls]

"I happen to like your butt," Jack said, laughing a little. "I don't take too kindly to people insulting it."

[gate_expert]

Sam elbowed him and sipped at her coffee again. "You know what I mean," she said. "God, I've gotten so lazy lately on days we aren't training. It used to be I was up at five, every day, no matter what. Now look at me."

[has_2ls]

"I don't think being in bed at 7:45 is a tragedy," Jack said, giving her a wary eye. "Besides, I was in bed just about as late. You saying anything bad about me?"

[gate_expert]

"Noooo," she said, eyeing him over her coffee cup. "I'm just saying that you're spoiling me. And I like it."

[has_2ls]

"Get used to it," Jack said, grinning wide. "I plan on spoiling you until you're so rotten I can't do a damn thing with you. Sound like a plan?"

[gate_expert]

"Mmm, it does," Sam said happily. She finished off the second mug of coffee with a satisfied little ahhh and set it aside, snuggling up beside him.

[has_2ls]

Jack tousled her hair. "So. Need to go get ready or anything or are we snuggling for a little bit?"

Oh God, he just said snuggle. Snuggle. He was whipped.

[gate_expert]

"Well, you know how I like snuggling," she said, grinning. "But you made plans and everything, and now I'm excited. Where did I put my suit?" She slid out of bed, rummaging through her perfectly organized drawers.

"Black or blue?" Sam held one up in each hand for Jack to pick.

[has_2ls]

Jack was a little too busy watching the previously-mentioned ass while Sam was shimmying around looking for the swimsuit so he imagined his grunt wasn't particularly eloquent and neither was the tilt of his chin toward the black suit but hey, got the point across.

[gate_expert]

"Black it is, then, oh Wordless One," she said, laughing, and pulled off her t-shirt and underwear so she could pull on the suit, a simple black racing-style tank. Maybe it wasn't very nice of her to strip right there in front of him, but then again they did live in what was basically a one-room hut. And she didn't think he really minded.

Suit on, she pulled a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on top of it. Sam didn't normally wear shorts, thinking they looked ridiculous on someone who would be forty-two in a few months, but swimming was one of those times that called for them. No one wanted to try to get into a pair of jeans while still drying off.

[has_2ls]

Jack whistled a little. "You know, the shorts are a good look on you. Make the legs look even longer than usual."

[gate_expert]

Sam balled up the shirt she'd been sleeping in and tossed it at him, aiming right at this head. "Lech," she said fondly. Then she reached into one of Jack's clothes drawers (much less organized than hers--she'd have to do something about that next time she was stuck inside in the rain) and found his swim shorts. "Get dressed, mister."