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[TR] For Sam

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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Jack rolled his eyes a little and threw the shirt back at her (it actually didn't make a bad projectile weapon, all things considered) and shimmied into his shorts. "You know, we could just stay here and skip to the part where we do it. If you wanted."

"That's so romantic," Sam said dryly. "And it would waste all your plans that you went to so much trouble for." There were towels folded on a shelf near the clothes, and Sam picked up a few. "Come on."

"We're practically a married couple now," Jack pointed out, following her. "Sex gets a hell of a lot less romantic when you're married."

"I certainly hope not," Sam said, shoving her feet into her shoes. She almost joked that maybe that wasn't the kind of talk to persuade her to actually get to the altar with him, but decided maybe that wasn't joking material. Sometimes she got the feeling that Jack was a little sensitive about the fact that while she'd said yes and was wearing his ring, she was still being evasive when it came to setting a date.

"Me too," Jack said cheerfully. "Jane's thinking about October for hers, you know."

"Yes, I heard," Sam said. They finished gathering up swimming and picnicing things and headed out the door. "I was talking to her about it last time I saw her. She seems really excited about it."

Sam, on the other hand, had no idea how to plan a wedding. To be honest, it had been Pete that had done most of the work the one time she'd made it almost to getting married, and Sam had gone along with it all and nodded and said yes to everything from the florist to the caterer to the musicians. Not out of some 'wives must submit to their husbands' BS, which Sam wouldn't have stood for anyway, but mostly because her heart had been more into saving the world than walking down the aisle.

Honestly, she would be happy with just showing up at the council offices with Jack and grabbing the first available council member to make it official, but somehow that seemed... not quite a fitting way to do it after the years and years it had taken them to get there. So she was a little at a loss.

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Sam's tone was considerably less excited than Jane's and he tried to push that back and not let on how much that bothered him. It had been a big deal, to him at least, to propose considering how badly his last marriage ended but Sam didn't seem really enthusiastic about it.

Didn't women like picking out dresses and cakes and shit? Jack could go for the cake-picking part and, if they'd been on earth, he knew just the bakery to order from, but here, well. He was doing the best with what he had and it wasn't really a lot.

"She is," Jack confirmed. "Jane, that is. They're both really happy. Look, if this isn't your thing...I know having a ring sprung on you kinda boxes you into saying yes to a marriage but I'd rather know if you don't want to get married. It's okay. Promise."

No, no, no. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go, and Sam mentally kicked herself for spoiling the fun morning of just being together that Jack had gone to the trouble to plan. "I do want to marry you," she said, wishing her hands weren't full of towels and his weren't full of picnic basket so she could hug him. "I wouldn't be wearing your ring if I didn't."

She stopped walking, turning to face him despite the armful of towels. "I love you, Jack. I love waking up with you, I love falling asleep with you... I want to marry you."

There was that but again, hanging there even though she hadn't said it. Why? What was her deal, her hangup?

"Please just be patient with me?" she asked, her voice smaller than she liked.

"We're going on five months of patient," Jack said, shrugging. "More like eight if we count before we hooked up officially. Carter, I don't want it to feel like an obligation or a chore. I want you to be as excited as I am."

I didn't know it was a limited-time offer, Sam thought defensively, and only barely managed to bite back the words. They wouldn't help, and she did not want to fight with Jack. At all. Not today.

So instead of blurting out an acidic comment, she dropped the towels and cupped his face in her hands, kissing him, soft and deep, taking her time. "Does that feel like an obligation or a chore to you?" she asked softly, hands still palming his face.

"Uh, I'm going to give that a resounding 'no," Jack said, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear. "I'm sorry, I just wish you'd get excited about this wedding so I don't have to do all of it. I feel bad asking Jane since she's trying to plan her own and all her friends just disappeared last month."

"I am excited, I promise, even if I don't show it," Sam said. "And I have been thinking about things. I've just been planning... something else, first." She didn't know whether to keep his birthday party a surprise or not--how well did he do with that kind of thing? She wasn't entirely sure.

"Well, as long as it's not me," Jack said, giving her a little smirk. Not a real smile, because it hit too close to home, but a smirk. "You can tell me if you don't want it, you know."

"I know," she said, bending to pick up the towels she'd dropped in order to kiss him. "But I'm not going to say that, because I do want to. I promise."

Sam nudged him with her elbow. "I think you mentioned something about swimming?"

"Oh yeah. Nothing like a dip to get the blood moving or whatever it is that it's supposed to do," Jack said, grinning at her.

"Did you have any particular place in mind?" There were several good places for swimming on the island, both ocean and freshwater, and since Sam was an excellent swimmer she didn't really mind where they were going. She'd let Jack pick.

"Ocean," Jack said, nodding that direction. "Currents have been decent lately, not that I'm really worried about us getting swept out or anything. We both had survival swimming, right?"

"Yep." Then she had an idea, heading them a little more to the south. There was a little cove on one stretch of beach that was nice and secluded. Hopefully at this time of day it would also be deserted.

"Where are you headed, oh fearless leader?" Jack teased, keeping up with her easily. He liked that Carter was tall and he didn't have to slow down so she could keep up. It'd been good in the field, back home, but good here too in different ways.

"You'll see," she promised, shifting the towels in her arms as they walked. It was a nice little walk, but not too far, and thankfully when they arrived it was unoccupied. A nice, quiet little place where the the shore curled around into a little cove, defined on one side by some large rocks, and the trees grew a bit further down to the water than in most places on the shoreline.

Nice and private, which was rare on the island. Incredibly rare.

"Where'd you find this spot, Sam? Been keeping it hidden from me?"

"Saving it for a special occasion," Sam answered happily, setting down the towels and bag. "Only found it a few days ago." She'd been saving it for his birthday, but she figured she had enough surprises planned for then that showing him now would be okay.

"I feel special," Jack teased, drawing a little closer to sneak a kiss to her temple.

"I was just gonna head down to where everyone usually swims. Nothing all fancy like this."

"Well, now we're here, so we can enjoy it." Sam kissed him and then pulled off her t-shirt. "Come on. The water looks lovely."

"C'mere for a minute first," Jack said, pulling off his own shirt and motioning her close. "Something I need to do before we get all wet and sticky."

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