AN- Wrote this on my phone so sorry for any issues you have with it. Hope you all like it and please review. This is only the start of a story so there might be three or four more chapters. Enjoy! xx

CHAPTER 1

Sam stared through the window into the pouring rain. They had just destroyed an Asguard ship and all of the replicators on board and (much to her surprise) the General had suggested that they go off base for a few days. Something to do with always saving the world during their downtime. Luckily for them, their trip was extended by the horrendous storm that had drifted in so now they were all forced to stay holed up in the cabin. All, being Sam and Jack. Daniel was still recovering and Teal'c decided that he would go to Chulac instead of going with them.

A warm blanket was suddenly, yet gently, thrown around her shoulders by her surprisingly thoughtful CO. Over the three years that they had worked together, Sam started to trust Jack more than she thought she would after their almost arm wrestle in the briefing room. As nice and courteous as he was, Sam still didn't believe it was his side arm.

"The storm shouldn't last much longer." Jack threw more for his own benefit in an attempt to break the silence. "We'll be back to saving the world in no time."

"I don't mind the rain, the sound helps me think." Sam noted. She really did love the staccato drum beat that thudded on roof tops and pavements.

"Well, you might like it but it makes me really need the bathroom." He joked as he hobbled out of the room.

He had always made her laugh. Even some of the more controversial comments like 'I was worried you wouldn't be able to wear that sweet little tank top again.' She was sure that his comment was genuine but that part of him was buried so deep down that he would never do anything about it. Now that her scar was almost completely healed, she planned to wear that tank top again at some point just to wind him up but... That idea was off the table.

Jack walked back into the room impatiently. "How about we do something to keep us warm? I swear my ass is starting to freeze to the chair." He complained. He was good at complaining, too good.

"Like what sir?"

"Sparring, anything active. Thinking about it, sparring sounds like a good idea." He thought aloud.

"Sparring sounds good sir." Sam smiled. "I might actually stand a chance of winning. Teal'c isn't exactly the easiest person to train with."

"Great." With that, the Colonel moved the table and sofa to the edge of the room leaving a large space for them to work in.

Sam shrugged off her blanket and removed the Colonel's thick woollen jumper he had let her borrow. She was now wearing one of her old college shirts (she thought it was a little small because it barely covered her up completely) and her last surviving pair of sweat pants.
They exchanged many punches and kicks but in the end Sam gave up, slid through his wide stance and swept his feet out from under him. The second he was on the floor Sam was straddled on top of him, holding one of his arms down with her left and had her right pressing lightly across the Colonel's throat.

'That definitely isn't his side arm.' Sam thought to herself.

Just when she thought that she had won, Jack used his free arm and hauled himself on top of her. During his swift movement Jack had pinned her arms down with his knees and Sam's top had ripped open revealing that sweet little tank top he loved. He was holding himself up with his hands that were positioned on either side of her head, their lips only inches away from each other.
After seconds that seemed to drag into hours, Jack helped Sam to her feet so that she could remove the remains of her top. She saw his eyes drift to her stomach where she still had a long pink mark, luckily it followed the natural line her muscle had etched into her skin but she knew he could see it.
Jack moved slowly toward Sam before his hand was tracing the scar on her bare skin. As soon as he touched her she felt the hairs raise on her arms. His touch was light, tender and slowly traced up her side until it reached her cheek. The rain had stopped and all they could hear was the pounding their hearts were making in perfect time.

Sam's mind was filled with the light scent of his aftershave. It got stronger and stronger as he leaned ever closer until their lips were crashed together in a deep, passionate kiss. They broke away minutes later staring into each other's eyes, grinning from ear to ear.
In between a series of short chaste kisses Jack grinned "I really do love that tank top."