"Why do I get the sense that when I finally fuck you there's gonna be choirs of angels and a full orchestra playing in the background?" Jack joked, sliding his hand down to her shoulder. He hated to be flippant, but she'd been so open and honest and he didn't want to push her into something she wasn't ready for if he had a chance to step back and take them back to where they were before.

And she felt it was important to get them home. Carter had always taken pride in her work and she wouldn't be the woman he knew and loved if she didn't. Part of him was proud that she wasn't gonna give up so easy but part of him was just frustrated she didn't want to...study in contrasts.

He squeezed her shoulder lightly to temper his words.

"It's never fucking with you, Sam. It's...it's more than that. It's just physical expression of all that stuff I can't put into words because I'm not as eloquent as you. I'm sorry I asked about sex again. I honestly thought you'd had enough time to be ready, you know?"