There was something Jack liked about the way she looked, hunched over her laptop in the darkness, her face turned a pale shade of blue by the screen. Probably because she looked gorgeous no matter what lighting she was under, but also because the image was oh-so-Sam.
There was something Jack enjoyed about the way she felt as he slipped his arms around her waist, standing behind her and pressing his face against the side of her neck. He could feel strength under his arms, but strength moulded into the perfect form of a female body, combining into something that was oh-so-Sam and only Sam.
There was something Jack loved about the way she tasted as he kissed her neck, that salty-sweet taste and the satiny feeling of her skin under his lips. And the noises she made, a soft intake of breath, a quiet moan that hitched in the back of her throat, those noises that were oh-so-Sam and perfectly Sam.
And his favourite, there was something Jack positively, absolutely adored about making love to her. The way her body felt beneath his, the way her skin felt against his, because she was just oh-so-Sam and only his Sam.