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]

Jack stroked her cheek lightly. "Good, cause I would have snuck you out anyway. You're a hot little ticket, Samantha Carter."

[gate_expert]

"Oh my God," Sam said, laughing. "'Hot little ticket'? Seriously? You've got more little phrases like that where that one came from, don't you?"

[has_2ls]

"You bet," Jack said, leering a little and coming off as goofy rather than sexy. "You are young enough to be my little midlife crisis."

He laughed and slid a hand up her waist. "If we were in Colorado still, I'd take you to Vail and call you my ski bunny. You'd kill me, wouldn't you?"

[gate_expert]

"I'm forty-one," Sam said, trying not to howl with laughter at his goofy leer. "I should be having my own midlife crisis, not being yours. And yes, call me your ski bunny and I'll kill you with my bare hands."

[has_2ls]

"Oh, but it'd be worth it," Jack said, grinning a little and tugging at her hair. "You could wear those little Swiss Miss pigtails and bring me cocoa in a ski hat and boots and nothing else."

[gate_expert]

"Vala does the pigtails, not me," she said, cackling and batting at his hand, "and you can get your own cocoa, flyboy."

[has_2ls]

"Oh, I bet you'd get it for me. You're my little sugar pie, right?" Jack asked, deliberately going for the most ridiculous thing he could think of. He liked seeing Sam laugh and liked knowing she'd done it because of him.

[gate_expert]

Sam slid her hands under the sheets and wriggled her fingers threateningly. "No more cutie pie names," she told him. "Or you'll pay the price."

[has_2ls]

"Princess?" Jack tried, leering at her again before ducking under his pillow for cover.

[gate_expert]

Sam yanked at his pillow and wrestled it free, tickling under his arms. "I told you," she said, laughing, and squirming up against him.

[has_2ls]

Jack kicked, but tried not to get her anywhere vital.

"Sweetie pie? Snookums? Honeybunch?"

[gate_expert]

She yelped indignantly and tickled him some more until they were both a writhing, laughing mess and the sheets were hopelessly tangled up all around them. Sam's sides hurt from laughing and squirming and she finally collapsed against the mattress, kissing him.

[has_2ls]

"I love you," Jack said breathlessly, falling back against the mattress. "Don't ever forget that."