Baking Cookies
The smell drifted with purpose through the open bedroom door and enticingly to his nostrils, causing his taste buds to react in a typical fashion. Jack opened his eyes in answer to his now overworked sense of smell.
At six in the morning, it was 25% curiosity, and 75% desire to sample the source of the smell, that caused him to sit up from his warm bed and move in the direction of what seemed to be drawing him forward.
Padding barefoot through the cabin, past the living room and then to the kitchen, Jack stopped in his tracks at the sight he caught there. The rays of the newly risen sun penetrated the windows and filled the little kitchen with a golden warmth. Evidence that the kitchen utensils were actually being used, was strewn across the counter, which in itself seemed foreign to him. But the warmth that filled his chest didn't come from the sun or the heated oven.
The golden blonde stood at the kitchen window, in a just-long-enough t-shirt, looking out and humming before she bent with gloved hands to extract from the oven the source of the heavenly smell. Sam turned from oven to counter and placed the freshly baked cookies on the surface to cool.
Watching her so at ease. So comfortable in his space, and so right just being there, Jack couldn't help the emotion that came over him. It was one thing to know that he loved Sam. He'd known that for some time now. But to experience the reality of it in an act as simple as watching her baking cookies, spoke volumes to him that he would have, for his own sanity, been hesitant to admit.
Jack moved silently behind Sam, putting his arms around her waist, causing her humming to turn into a seductive sigh as she leaned her body into him.
"You are a woman of many talents Samantha Carter." He said while relishing the feel of her body pressed against him.
She smiled broadly before leaning her head on his shoulder and told him with gentle persuasion, "Don't you forget it Jack O'Neill."
Jack tightened his grip on her slightly and hummed against Sam's neck before whispering into her ear, "And you bake a mean cookie too."
Understanding his meaning, she turned to catch the mischief in his eyes, resulting in the new smile on her lips. She thought to herself, cookies and Jack, two of her most favourite things in the world. Sam replaced her head on Jack's shoulder, allowing him to resume his soft attention to her neck, and considered that life didn't get much better than this.
End.