has_2ls | 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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"Christ, why did we wait so long?" Jack asked, hands curling over Carter's hips to guide her as they moved. "We're too good together to have waited this long. So much...missed time," he whimpered, managing a weak grin.

"Don't know," Sam whispered. And she honestly didn't know; she couldn't imagine why they hadn't done this before when they were so good at it. Good at it together.

If she had anything to say about it, they wouldn't be wasting that kind of time again, she thought, rocking her hips against his and feeling that little shudder that she knew meant she was getting close. Not when the way he touched her felt so good, his fingers sliding over her hips in a way that madeher want to press back against his hands just to feel him holding her there.

"Need to do it more often," Jack whimpered, crying out as he came and falling back against the mattress. Fast and none too fancy, but he was too blissful to really care. He hoped Carter wouldn't hold it against him, for a first time anyway. It'd been too much anticipation to drag it out.

Sam didn't hold it against him; she was right there with him, falling over the edge half before she'd even realized it. It was a good thing they had agreed to get down to business, because if he'd had a mind to tease her, she wasn't sure she would have been able to stand it. She shifted a little so that she was mostly curled up against his side, nuzzling at the side of his neck and thinking that she would be perfectly happy not to move for the next little while.

"Thinking about anything important over there?" Jack teased, figuring Carter was as brainless as he was right about now. "Cause I don't allow thinking in bed. It's bad for you."

"No," Sam said, still nuzzling against his neck. "Not at all." Well, that was not entirely true. She might have been thinking about how good it felt to just lie there and think about nothing, curled up against him with her legs tangled up in his.

"Good. I'll have to find a way to keep that from happening," Jack teased, running a hand down her side. "Tickling might do the trick. Or more sex. I'm flexible."

"Tickle me, and your chances of more of that are slim to none, mister," she warned him, laughing, though her own fingers had drifted down his chest and were lightly trailing over his stomach.

"Looks like my chances are good right now," Jack said, amused as he watched her touch him. "You can't keep those little hands off me. Next thing I know, you're gonna try and make me more efficient or something."

"Nooo," Sam said, in a voice that would have been a drawl if she had the accent for it. "Not going to change a thing." She stretched contentedly, made a little sound of bliss, and hugged him. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me--did I tell you?"

"No," Jack admitted honestly. "Wish you would though. Cause I feel exactly the same way and for some reason I don't think it's okay for me to admit it to you."

"Well, I'm telling you now," Sam said firmly, choosing not to think about anything else for the moment. "You are the best thing,"--she punctuated this with a kiss--"that's ever happened--to me." Finishing off with another kiss, she found one of his hands and twined their fingers together. "But if some breakfast doesn't happen to me soon, it's not going to be pretty. Come with me?"

Jack rolled over on top of her, leaning down for a longer kiss. "What if I went and got it for you and brought it back, sweetheart? Then you'd stay just like this."

"Mmmm." Sam stretched lazily, stroking the back of his leg with her toes. "But if I go with you, we'll finish faster, which means we can get back here sooner. It's a basic law of temporal physics that getting take-out dramatically slows food consumption time."

Which was complete crap, but maybe she was trying to goad him into Carter!-ing her just so she could see that cute little confused expression he always got when he did.

"Carter, that was a lot of science talk and with you naked, I don't think I'm ever gonna take a lecture on solar flares seriously again," Jack said, smirking a little. "I mean, not that I don't mentally undress you in briefings anyway, but I'd managed to be discreet up until this point."

"You kind of gave that away by never reading my reports, you know." Sam poked him playfully in the chest, kissed him, and then slid out from under him to find some clothes. In Jack's case that meant tossing him his boxers, but she did manage to find herself some jeans and a faded gray Air Force t-shirt. "Good thing you only live a couple of yards away, huh?"

"You could come help me get dressed," Jack said hopefully, wicked grin on his face. "I promise not to get too handsy."

"Picking out your clothes?" Sam said, grinning. "That's domestic."

Jack smirked a little. "Who says I don't wanna be domestic with you, Sam?"

Sam just beamed at him, dragging him by the hand out the door.

Valentine's Plot [Locked to Sam]

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