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Valentine's Plot [Locked to Sam]

When Jack was a kid, he'd always slept like the dead. There could be a marching band heading up the stairs in his mom's house and he'd sleep right through it but that'd changed after he joined the Air Force. You only sleep through reveille one time at the Academy before you learn to never do it again and that was the worst day of Jack O'Neill's life up until that point. And it made sense, especially later when he was Special Ops and you never knew what might happen to the man you left on watch; had to be up and at 'em pretty quick.

None of which applied to life on the island, except to make his life a living hell. Something (Keller's damn cat, he assumed) had started tearing through Carter's hut and knocking books over and eliciting a pretty damn girly (and not befitting an Air Force Colonel) scream out of the occupant. Irritated, and slightly worried it might be something a little more threatening than the cat, Jack padded over to the hut next door. He didn't bother with clothes other than his boxers because he figured he'd be heading right back across to his hut to sleep anyway. All Carter'd want was to go back to her damn computer.

He leaned in the doorway, rubbing his eyes a little and squinting in the early dawn light.

"You okay in here, Carter?"

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"Yes!" Sam called, getting up from where she had fallen asleep at the computer. She'd been working straight through the night, fallen asleep at the computer at something like three in the morning, and not woken up until Jennifer's cat came tearing through the hut like she seemed to want to do on a regular basis.

Figuring he'd probably heard her startled shout, she went to the door to tell him she was okay, to go back to bed, but she certainly didn't expect to see him standing in the doorway in just his underwear.

Her eyes immediately darted to his face, because after the awkward-as-hell last several days of avoidance she wasn't starting that up again... and then she felt kind of... giddy?

"Hello," she said warmly.

Jack felt warm too, and not just the usual brand of island-warm. He hadn't spoken to Sam in days (and when did he start thinking of her as Sam?) and now she was standing in front of him in nothing but little short things and a little top thing and her legs and...Christ, he loved her. Why didn't he tell her? Oh, sure, he had a few times, but why not every day?

"Uh...sorry to bother you, Sam. Just thought maybe you weren't okay when I heard you and I wanted..."

He had to stop staring at her.

"Can I come in?"

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"Sure you can," said Sam, who couldn't really imagine at the moment why she wouldn't let him in. "I'm sorry I woke you. I was working and I fell asleep at the computer and I..."

Whatever she was going to say didn't seem all that important anymore, so she dropped it in favor of just looking at him. She didn't think she'd ever seen him quite this naked before.

"Thanks for checking up on me," she said, almost shyly.

Jack squeezed her shoulder lightly. "Of course I'd check up on you, Sam. Love you, remember?"

Or did she remember? Everything seemed a little off for some reason. Huh.

"You know, there's more interesting things to do than futz around with that thing all the time."

"Really?" She had an idea of what those things might be, but she really wanted to see if Jack was thinking on the same lines as she was. She traced a finger across one of his bare shoulders.

"You're not exactly dressed to go anywhere," she said, "and it's kind of dark outside still."

Jack arched a brow and watched her hand for a moment. "Well, no. Dressed for bed, actually."

He nodded a little toward hers. "Looks like you've got one of those, and it's starting to get light out. Someone might see me walking back next door."

"Then I guess you have to stay here," she said cheerfully. God, she loved this man, mostly-naked or not. Sam was honestly having a difficult time remembering why it was Jack hadn't been here all night anyway, but that was all right, since he was here now. "If you want, I mean."

Jack smirked a little and extended a hand to her. "C'mon. Let's go back to bed then. Course, you might have to entertain me until I fall back asleep. Completely screwed up my rhythm, screaming like that."

Sam's bed was still neatly made, since she hadn't actually slept in it all night; blankets tucked neatly in all around, pillow plumped up square at the top. "I could rub your back," she offered, dragging her fingers down his arm. "Since I woke you up out of a sound sleep and all."

She might possibly have just wanted an excuse to touch him.

"I could rub yours after," Jack said by way of agreement, moaning a little at the touch. "Are you trying to seduce me, Samantha Carter? I mean, I'm not saying no, just wanna know what I'm getting into."

Jack wasn't sure why it seemed a little surprising for Sam to be seducing him, but it seemed to go along with the flirty thing they had going this morning.

"Maybe," Sam allowed, not that it was a bad thing; maybe she just hadn't looked at him lately, but if she hadn't, clearly she was an idiot. She went to sit on the bed, tucking her feet under her. "Come here," she said, and patted the space beside her.

Jack settled next to her, arms slipping around her for a quick embrace.

"After my backrub," he decided, giving her a silly little grin. "I seem to think you give great backrubs."

"Of course I do," Sam replied, matter-of-factly, because it was a fact that Sam was good at pretty much everything: wormhole physics, motorcycle riding, lockpicking... anything except baking. "Now be still."

Once Jack got properly situated, Sam went to work; starting at the base of his skull, just beneath the hairline, her thumbs started working in firm little circles, traveling slowly down his neck. Once she reached his shoulders, she used her whole hands, working out little spots of tension as she reached them.

Jack had a very nice back, she decided. She'd been watching it for years, but never quite like this, and that was a shame. He was all lean muscle, and when he shifted a little under her hands, Sam admired the way they moved just beneath the skin.

Sam had really nice hands, actually, not that Jack had ever looked at them this way before. She had nice, long fingers that worked out every bit of tension in his body and Jack was pretty sure some of those knots had been there since his divorce.

He sighed a little and stretched out flat across the bed.

"Think I'm gonna marry you someday, you keep doing that. S'perfect."

"Really?" Sam grinned, moving her hands lower, thumbs pressing along either side of his spine and fingers gently kneading all over. She shifted a little closer to him on the bed so that she could get a little better angle. "I guess I better keep it up, then."

"Please," Jack murmured, somewhere between a whimper and a moan. "Don't even have to keep massaging just keep...touching. I love it when you touch me."

And she didn't do it nearly often enough, for his tastes.

Sam liked that voice, though she couldn't really recall hearing it before. That was okay, because she was hearing it now, and liked very much that she was the reason she was hearing it. She didn't say anything, just lightened her touch a little, spreading her hands across his lower back. Occasionally her touch lightened enough to just be a brushing of fingertips, dragging lightly across his skin.

She leaned close to murmur in his ear, her voice soft and warm. "Like that?"

"Yeah," Jack returned, rolling over so he could look up at her. "C'mere, Sam. Please? For some reason, I think it's been too long since I kissed you. Cause I don't remember kissing you yesterday and I haven't kissed you yet today and that's too long."

"Mm... today's only a few hours old, so I'll forgive you for not kissing me yet," she teased, settling into his arms with a happy little sigh. "But only if you do something about it in the next thirty seconds or so." She pressed her knee between his, half-straddling him.

Jack hooked an arm around her neck to pull her a little closer, nipping at her lower lip playfully. "That count for doing something about it, Samantha? Or do I need to do a little better?"

Sam pretended to consider this very seriously for about five seconds. "It's a start," she allowed. She brushed her nose against his playfully, settling more comfortably atop him. "But I do think you can do a little better."

Jack ran his hands up the back of her shirt, massaging the skin there. "That so? How do you think I can do better, hmm? I mean, I already kissed you. That's usually the best it gets."

She liked what he was doing with his hands there, and she made a satisfied little sound, arching her back into his hands. "Maybe like this," she said quietly, leaning in to catch his mouth in a tender kiss.

"Mmm, that's pretty good, but I bet it'd be better if you let me kiss you somewhere else," Jack teased, turning his head a little to kiss her neck and shoulder. "Because if I kiss you here, you can still talk to me and tell me what you want."

And that, knowing what Sam wanted, was a huge turn on for him.

"Oh, that's good," Sam said, making an approving little sound. The little strap of her top slid over her shoulder as Jack kept kissing there, but she didn't really mind at all.

She was thinking that Jack just might have to spend every night in here if he was going to be like this. Because honestly? She was having trouble with remembering why he wasn't here every night anyway, not when she was this infatuated with him.

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