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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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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.

Jack ran behind her, watching her for a long moment. She was beautiful and here on the island, she was happy. Carter had always seemed like there was something missing, back home, and it made him feel like an ass to even consider that the something might have been him.

"I will, eventually," he shouted, catching her around the waist in the waves. "See?"

"You caught me," she said, laughing. The waves splashed up against them, the spray catching them in the face. Sam's hair was braided, but it was falling down, and the spray from the waves plastered it against her cheeks. She twisted in his arms a little, sliding her arms around his waist.

"You caught me," she repeated, a little softer.

"Of course I did, Carter," Jack murmured, nuzzling against her neck. They were sappy, probably too sappy, but there wasn't anyone around to see them right now. It was okay. Besides, for Carter, it'd been ten years of waiting and wishing and praying for a retirement, so he figured she deserved a little sap.

"I'm just trying to hang on to you."

"I'm not going anywhere." They wandered out a little farther, waist deep in the water, and Sam wrapped her legs around him, arms around his neck. She kissed him, and he tasted like salt and sunshine. "I'm yours. Always."

"I could get used to this," he said, gazing at her with an amused expression. "You wrapping all around me like I'm some kind of life raft."

"Yeah, I kind of like it too," she said happily, shifting against him as the waves lapped up around them. "Comfy."

"Very," Jack agreed. "So...think you could get used to this? Growing old together in paradise?"

"Oh yeah." She wrapped her legs around him a little tighter, but one hand left his neck to trail in the water and help them keep their balance. "I mean, we have a long way to go before we hit old, but it is kind of paradise, isn't it?"

"Occasionally, when our friends aren't disappearing and we can be alone," Jack murmured, nuzzling against her neck.

Sam didn't want to think about the disappearing part, because if she thought about it too closely, she would have to entertain the possibility that she or Jack could go too, so she didn't.

"Only talking about good things today," she murmured against his ear. "Taking a vacation from everything else."

"So, how do you feel about some wedding planning today?" Jack asked cautiously. "Just...dates?"

"I think we can pick a date," she said, and surprisingly she didn't feel as panicked about that as she thought she might. Picking a date--yes. She could do that.

"After your birthday?"

"December," Jack decided. "Before the holiday and your birthday?"

She thought about it for a minute, considering, and then nodded. "December," she agreed. Once she said that, she felt a huge sense of relief simply to have made some kind of decision, to commit to a date, even if it was just deciding what month.

Jack tugged her close, kissing just below her ear. "You make me happy, Sam. All the time. I'm damn lucky to have you."

"I'm pretty lucky myself," she said happily, tilting her head a little so he could kiss more of her neck.

Then she straightened a little, looking at him, and her hand that had been trailing in the water came up to cup his jaw. "We're lucky we have this chance," she said softly. She didn't think of it often, but sometimes she still remembered the way he'd looked, bleeding out on the floor of the Tok'ra pyramid, and she was reminded just how lucky they were to have this.

Jack wrapped his arms around her and pressed his cheek against her hair. "Embrace it, Carter. We don't know what happens tomorrow, you know? Just...don't worry about it and let's just be."

"You make it easier not to worry," she said, and kissed him, sweet and tender and feeling like she could do it all day.

After a minute, her mouth left his, working her way along his jaw. "Jack," she breathed against his skin. Her legs tightened around him a little, changing the angle of her pelvis just enough to make her meaning clear. "Let's go back on shore."

"Didn't figure you for an exhibitionist, Sam," Jack said lowly, looping an arm around her and squeezing for a moment before starting back to shore. "Back to hut, you mean?"

"Jack O'Neill," she said, with a teasing grin. "Of course I mean back to the shore. I mean, you went to all the trouble to pack lunch and everything..."

"Well, you sound like you wanna get frisky," Jack teased, laughing a little. "And I'm not getting sand in unmentionable places."

She slid off of him, and they sloshed the rest of the way through the waves holding hands. "I brought towels," she said brightly, and then elbowed him, laughing. "We'll have lunch and go home." She was pretty sure she could talk him into a little kissing on the beach, at least. It was so nice out, with the sun and the breeze and their shaded picnic spot...

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