SOWN
She'd excused herself after their first dinner. Jack had insisted that Sam take a walk outside and appreciate 'the best air on the planet', while he did the dishes. She did as he suggested; too late now to stop following his orders, she laughed t o herself. Taking in a deep breath of the sweet evening air, Sam strolled along the grounds, her mind efficiently considering a million things as she walked.
Daniel and Teal'c would be arriving tomorrow. Sam looked forward to spending time with them before their lives ultimately took them, after all these years, in different directions. It was, however, not lost on her that this would effectively be the only night that she and Jack would be spending alone.
The night had begun well, not being nearly as awkward as it could have been. After all, they had become masters of the non-talk, but as necessary as that skill had been, Sam believed that now was the time to get past that phase. She just wasn't sure how they were going to do that.
Sam's walk ended on the pier. It was now a bit dark out, as the moon slowly began to take its favourite place in the sky. With the breeze cool, but still inviting, she moved slowly toward the edge and looked into the water; perhaps searching for some evidence that the lake was not as barren as Jack had told her, but indeed held some promise of life.
He came up silently behind her, eventually standing just next to her. After a moment Jack silently reached over and took Sam's hand in his, as though he'd been doing it all their lives. Still not a man of many words Jack just stood there, Sam's hand securely captured in his. She was enjoying the sensation of the unusually casual contact of being held by her former commanding officer; resisting the urge to look down at their entwined hands, when Jack finally spoke; His words flowing slowly and deliberately.
"You know how I feel about you Sam. I'm hoping that now, you'll give me the chance to show you."
With those words said out loud, Jack turned to finally look at Sam. Unsure of what to read in the expression on her face, he waited for her to respond. Sam looked into Jack's eyes, unafraid and unfazed. Half smiling, she squeezed his hand and whispered, "Show me."
It was what he had longed to hear. Jack turned a bit to his left, not quite facing Sam, but meeting her half way. Her eyes almost challenging him as she waited for his first display to come, like a child expecting to see her first fireworks. She wasn't disappointed. Tugging Sam gently by the hand he still held, Jack pulled her into him.
"C'mere." He invited.
Gladly complying, Sam's body moved, drawn into the quiet strength and sure arms of this man who had held her soul for so long.
It felt like they were suddenly in some sort of time dilation device as everything seemed to slow down around her. Soon Jack's mouth was on hers in the most seductive way; their kiss, slow and full and real.
Her eyes remained closed after they broke apart; Jack's voice low and filled with emotion, called to her, and although the sound of her name in his mouth felt like warm chocolate in hers, she didn't want his words now. She didn't want talk or non-talk. So without hesitation, her voice hardly above a whisper, Sam gently insisted, "Show me."
Jack's lips curled in anticipated satisfaction, as words were given up, and to Sam's pleasure, this time Jack followed her orders.
END.