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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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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."

She wriggled out of her shorts and let them fall on the sand before stepping close to him. "Yeah? What's that?" she asked innocently.

Okay, that little wriggle wasn't really doing anything in the direction of Jack actually going through with the picnic and not heading back to the hut so he shook his head to clear it before cupping her face.

"I don't care if you marry me, Sam Carter. As long as you're not gonna leave me, and you love me, we're okay."

She leaned in to kiss him, soft and sweet. "I'm never going to leave you, and I'm always going to love you, Jack O'Neill," she said, between kisses. "And I will marry you."

"Uh huh. Eventually. When you just give in," Jack teased, toying with her hair. "I know how it is."

She punched him lightly in the arm, then leaned in to kiss him again. "You're irresistable," she said, winding her arms around his neck. Sam liked the way it felt to be this close to him, wearing just her swim suit, and for a minute she got distracted from the fact they were supposed to be going swimming.

"Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself," Jack teased, sliding his hands down her back to her ass. "I mean, if we're comparing, you're the hottest."

Sam snorted a little at that--pure flattery, and Jack was so good at it--and squirmed a bit against his hands. They felt good on her skin through the lycra of her suit. "We really need to go swim now," she murmured.

"Probably," Jack agreed, bending his head to kiss her again without moving his hands. "Don't think I'm gonna let you stay dressed if we keep this up."

Sam pressed up against him, relishing every second of the kiss, and finally broke off, laughing a little. (It was either that or pull him right down on the sand, and while it was a private spot, it wasn't that private.) She laughed and slid out of his arms, running for the water. "Can't catch me!" she called back over her shoulder, over the sound of the surf.

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