He was bored and suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to nose through her stuff. He urgently needed to know what Samantha Carter kept in her nightstand. There were two small drawers. Opening the top drawer revealed a jumbled mess. There were painkillers, lip balm, eye mask, a couple of books, pens, a notepad, a small tatty stuffed toy, a small stack of old photos of her family including one of SG-1 with Cassie, some random spare batteries, an old watch, a lost button, a small screwdriver, and tucked at the very back, a medium sized vibrator.
There was nothing there too surprising.
The bottom drawer however... well, that was another matter.
Folded neatly at the top was a BDU shirt. When he pulled it out, the size of it alone hinted that it was one of his from god knows how long ago. Closer inspection confirmed it. There was a lot of stuff underneath the shirt, but his eyes fixed on a yoyo he knew had been his. He'd lost a few over the years so this could have been any of them. There was a stack of notes and cards, just boring birthday cards and Christmas cards, all from him, as well as that valentines card he'd inadvisably sent just that one time. The notes were silly things he'd written to cheer her up or make her smile or just because he'd been bored. There was even a page of his random scribbles from god knows which briefing, but it was during his 'explosion period' which must have been around two years ago maybe? Out from among the cards dropped a small, dried, purple alien flower he remembered absentmindedly giving her one time. There was a large, reddish, alien looking pine cone thing that he had no recollection of, but was pretty sure she wasn't allowed to have stashed away in a drawer in her bedroom off base. That, or the flower, actually. There was a spoon, a small bottle of sand, three smooth pebbles, and a used bullet, none of which he could figure out the significance of. There was a receipt from a coffee shop he figured must be one of the times he'd grabbed coffee off base with her. There were tickets to the movies from that one time they went alone together before wordlessly agreeing it wasn't a good idea. There was a small picture of him that must have been taken at one of the team barbecues they'd had over the years, early on judging by his hair. There was a Champagne cork, a bottle cap, a paint swatch, a pen...
"Oh hell." Sam was back, standing in the doorway, looking a touch sheepish.
"Want to explain?" He grinned up at her.
"Not really sir... Jack, sorry, force of habit. I knew I should have moved that before having you over." She walked across the room, smiling self-consciously.
"Did you steal this stuff from me?" He couldn't help grinning inanely.
She sat down beside him on the bed.
"Actually none of it is stolen. It's all stuff you gave to me... technically... sort of."
"The yoyo?"
"Well. Um. You left it in my lab."
"The shirt? I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to keep these you know."
"It ... ... like you," she mumbled, and blushed adorably.
"What?"
"It smells like you!" She said defensively. "Besides, you left it here. I just... never gave it back," she added, as explanation.
He just grinned at her, not needing to say anything at all.
"This is so embarrassing," she said, rubbing a hand over her face before turning to face him. "Oh stop looking so pleased with yourself," she chided.
"I don't think I can," he grinned, and then kissed her. "Besides, I might have a couple of your things."
"You do?"
"Maybe." He stroked the bare skin of her shoulders. Being able to do that was still a huge thrill.
"Like what?" Her hands rested pleasingly on his belly.
"I'm not telling. You'll have to find out. Here..." He bent to the floor and picked up his t-shirt that she'd flung there last night, and shoved it into her hands. "Have that. If we're going to do this long distance thing... You might need it."
She raised it to her nose for a second, then smiled at him.
"Thanks."
"So...? Can I have those? For my drawer?" He asked with a naughty smile, pointing at the panties she was wearing.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around him. "You'll have to get them off me first," she said in a sultry voice he really hadn't got used to yet. She kissed him.
"I think I can manage that," he murmured into her soft skin and pulled her down onto the bed.
Notes:
The scribbles were a page of explosions over a roughly sketched cityscape, on the other side of which Jack had drawn a little cup of coffee and a slice of cake and slid it to her at the end of the briefing.
The pine cone was thrown at her playfully and told it was her birthday present, when she complained about being stuck off world on her birthday.
The spoon was from sharing a single MRE with one spoon when they were a little short on supplies.
The sand was from Abydos.
The pebbles had been picked up by Jack and fiddled with for an entire day of negotiations before she had to confiscate them when the aliens got irritated at him juggling them.
The bullet was the one Jack received to the back of his flak vest during her rescue from Adrian Conrad.
The champagne cork was from their 'Daniel's not dead' party number two, and reminded Sam of getting tipsy and then a little too cosy on the couch with Jack.
The bottle cap was one of many that had been flicked across her kitchen and found later.
The paint swatch was from when he'd helped paint her kitchen.
The pen was actually hers, borrowed and then returned well nibbled and with the clip broken off.
