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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[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."

[has_2ls]

"And I was special forces," Jack countered, grabbing her shoulders and twisting slightly to try and pin her down. "I think I learned a trick or two."

[gate_expert]

"Such as?" Sam said, but it all soon degenerated into a wrestling match that sent Sam into a fit of giggles, and she ended up on her back with the sheet all twisted up around them.

"I let you win," she informed him, still giggling.

[has_2ls]

"Uh huh," Jack said quietly, brushing her hair back from her face and leaning in for a long, soft kiss.

"Sorry. Just needed to do that, you know?"

[gate_expert]

"Don't be sorry," Sam murmured, sighing happily. She traced her fingers along his jaw and chin, then drew him in for another kiss. "I'm perfectly happy for you to kiss me anytime you feel the need."

[has_2ls]

"Perfectly happy, huh?" Jack asked, pushing at the sheet. "Happy enough to let me look at you when you get all blushy? Or am I pushing my luck?"

[gate_expert]

"You're awful," she informed him teasingly, loosening her grip on the sheet just a little. She didn't want him to think he could bat those brown eyes at her all the time and she'd drop the sheet, as it were... although she totally would.

[has_2ls]

Jack carefully peeled her fingers off the sheet, kissing each one, before pushing it down around her hips.

"Now. You're beautiful, Samantha Carter, and I'm a lucky man."

[gate_expert]

"You're such an exaggerator," Sam said, blushing, but she didn't grab at the sheet again, just letting him look. She felt a little self-conscious, with Jack just looking at her like that, but slightly smug, too, that she could get his attention.

[has_2ls]

"Nope. Just the truth," Jack said softly, tugging the sheet back up when he was done looking. "I just have a way with words."