He must really be tired to be this talky, Sam thought, and she didn't know whether to keep working on his back until he fell asleep or ease up so they could talk...
She dithered over it a few minutes, and then despite her lecture to McKay the other day about him being a chickenshit, she took the complete chickenshit option herself and kept working on Jack's back in the hopes that he'd relax about the whole thing and maybe fall asleep. Miss Perfect Relationship indeed. Because in Sam's mind there was a huge wall of separation between being head over heels in love with him--which she was--and letting herself act on it like she wanted--which she wasn't quite yet. And the reason for that was both last month's craziness and because she was still working on a way to get them home.
The former they'd hashed out, and she hoped he understood, but the latter.... well. She didn't like to bring it up to him anymore, because it was kind of a sore spot, and if there was anything in the world she wanted right now it was not to be on bad terms with him. She liked too much this thing they had going, this kissing-and-cuddling-and-holding hands thing that made her feel sixteen and naïve and not forty-one and kind of jaded.
"It's serious for me, too," she said finally. "It couldn't not be, with you."
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She dithered over it a few minutes, and then despite her lecture to McKay the other day about him being a chickenshit, she took the complete chickenshit option herself and kept working on Jack's back in the hopes that he'd relax about the whole thing and maybe fall asleep. Miss Perfect Relationship indeed. Because in Sam's mind there was a huge wall of separation between being head over heels in love with him--which she was--and letting herself act on it like she wanted--which she wasn't quite yet. And the reason for that was both last month's craziness and because she was still working on a way to get them home.
The former they'd hashed out, and she hoped he understood, but the latter.... well. She didn't like to bring it up to him anymore, because it was kind of a sore spot, and if there was anything in the world she wanted right now it was not to be on bad terms with him. She liked too much this thing they had going, this kissing-and-cuddling-and-holding hands thing that made her feel sixteen and naïve and not forty-one and kind of jaded.
"It's serious for me, too," she said finally. "It couldn't not be, with you."