Should I Stay Or Should I Go? [Sam; TR]

[has_2ls]

Good sex. Best sex of his life. Really great sex. Only twice since that first time, counting this time, but Jack wasn't really counting. Sometimes, Sam even slept over if they hadn't had sex and oddly that just made him happier. But she didn't stay every night and she didn't grant him access to her hut every night either and that was...while not a problem, not ideal. Jack would prefer to have 24/7 access to Carter.

Probably because he was a sap and he'd never really been wired to get up and leave after sex but he tried not to hold it against her. She'd taken some big steps, after all, and while the initial leap had been big for him it'd been easy to wait in the middle while she came to him.

Once he'd caught his breath he rolled over a little, lightly tracing a hand down the curve of her waist.

"Staying tonight?"

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[gate_expert]

"I didn't realize this was a sport," she teased, poking at his leg with her toe. "But I'm kind of rooting for Team O'Neill myself." She added this as if she was confiding some big secret.

[has_2ls]

"Oh yeah? You must have a thing for the underdogs," Jack murmured, playing with her hair a little.

[gate_expert]

"I've worked with this team long enough to know how good they are about beating impossible odds," she said softly.

[has_2ls]

"Mmm, yes," he murmured again, stroking a hand down her shoulder. "Do I make you happy?"

[gate_expert]

"You frustrate me," she said, "and amaze me, and annoy me, and cheer me up... You make me angry and you make me proud, you irritate me, make me worry, and make me laugh, and yes, you make me happy, more than anything else. You make me feel more than anyone else I've ever known, Jack."

And that was probably a serious case of too much information; it was certainly more than she'd meant to say, but it was all true.

[has_2ls]

"I'm glad," he mumbled against her skin, kissing her lightly. He hadn't expected her to say all those things and truth be told he was a little overwhelmed, but in the good way. It would just take a minute to process it all.

"You continually amaze me," Jack admitted after a long moment, pulling up just to look at her. "You're brilliant but you're warm and human and...look, I'm a lucky bastard, landing a woman like you."

[gate_expert]

Sam had never taken compliments well, whether they were affectionate ones or embedded in a performance evaluation, and she blushed. "We'll just say we're both lucky, okay?" she said, and traced her fingers down his chest.

[has_2ls]

Jack laughed a little. "We are both really lucky. But I'm luckier. Look how nice you are to look at, huh? All long legs and wicked grins."

[gate_expert]

More blushing followed that, and she shook her head a little. "It's not like you're not easy on the eyes yourself," she teased, and slid her fingers through his hair, brown mixed with grey. In her time it was all silver, but now it was mixed, and in her opinion the greyer it got, the better he looked. Especially in his dress uniform.

[has_2ls]

"Not talking about me," Jack pointed out, grinning at her. "Talking about you and how damn sexy you are. I don't know how I stood it for as long as I have."

[gate_expert]

"Pssh," Sam said, poking him in the chest a little. The blush spread all over her skin and that only made her blush more. One would think that at forty plus, she would be used to compliments... but not really.

[has_2ls]

"Are you blushing, Carter?" Oh, now that just plain amused him. He knew she'd had trouble taking compliments when they were work related but he didn't think that'd carry over like this. "Are you getting shy on me?"

[gate_expert]

"Maybe," she said, and yanked at the covers, pulling them up around the two of them. "It's your fault."

[has_2ls]

"How's that?" Jack asked, trying to work the covers back down so he could see. "I just gave you a compliment, Sam."

[gate_expert]

"I know you did," she said, tugging at the covers and squirming. She batted at his hand and wriggled around till she was on top of him, a fistful of sheet in one hand and propped up on the other.

[has_2ls]

"I like it when you blush," Jack said, still trying to get the sheet down and off. "But I'm a little biased, I think."

[gate_expert]

She tugged at the sheet again, pretending to ignore his efforts to get it away from her. "You're completely biased," she informed him, and strategically wedged her knee between his legs.

[has_2ls]

Jack laughed and hooked his leg around her hip to try to flip them over.

"I've always been biased where girls like you are concerned."

[gate_expert]

"Girls like me?" She knew what he was doing and gave him her best resistance, at least as much as she could without losing control of the sheet. This was war and she was determined to keep the high ground. "Girls who fix things and use big words?"

[has_2ls]

Jack nodded. "She's gotta have long legs and pretty blonde hair too," he added, dragging a hand down one of those legs. "But the inside's more important by far."

[gate_expert]

"You might have to trade me in for a younger model," she teased. "The blonde's going a little grey." Not that she cared; and her hair was light enough that it wasn't that noticeable, but still.

[has_2ls]

"I've got the model I want," Jack said firmly, catching her beneath her chin to look her in the eyes. "I don't care what age you are."

[gate_expert]

"You sure about that?" she teased, taking the opportunity to get a firm hold of the sheet and stategically position it.

[has_2ls]

Jack rolled his eyes and pushed at the sheet again. "Do you wanna wrestle me for it, Carter? Because I'm pretty sure I'm gonna win."

[gate_expert]

At this point, Sam's positioning of the sheet was mostly to annoy him, and she'd apparently succeeded spectacularly. "Oh, don't count on that, flyboy," she said playfully. "I'm pretty good at hand-to-hand, if you'll recall."