Disclaimer: Not my characters, sadly. All rights to MGM.

A/N: Hey guys so it's been a while since I posted but I was just feeling the need to write some pure SamJack fluff. I haven't written much with them yet so apologies if characterization is off. Anyways, enjoy!

A gentle breeze on the back of her neck startled her from her slumber. She twitched softly, unwilling to get up. The breeze came again along with a feather-light kiss. A sleepy giggle escaped her.

"No giggling, Carter," a sleep filled voice rumbled close behind her.

"But it tickles," she whined, aiming a swat at his head. Their mornings together were what she loved most above everything else. He flew a desk in DC now, and she had transferred to Area 51. They had found the balance to make it work, attempting to spend every free weekend at her small army house. Out of direct chain of command their relationship had escalated quickly and now was reaching close to what many thought would be an engagement.

After Pete had left, they had gone fishing, just the two of them, and allowed the natural instincts to take over. He didn't want to push her too fast, and she was willing to follow his lead. Everyone at the SGC thought they'd never looked happier when they'd come back to announce both the transfer and the relationship.

She snuggled into him, wanting as much contact as possible. His arms instinctively encircled her and he kissed her head.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" he whispered, pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. It had grown out some, and he absolutely loved it. Twirling a strand of it around his fingers he felt her start to slip into sleep again. "Hey none of that. How bout I make you some breakfast?" He felt the sleepy blonde nod against his chest and he smiled. This was his Carter. All domestic now and still the smartest and most beautiful woman in the entire galaxy. He kissed her head and slowly extracted himself from their warm entanglement. The soft groan of protest as he lost all contact with her caused his heart to skip as he pulled the covers back up over her body.

Half an hour later the smell of bacon and pancakes wafted up the stairs, pulling the still sleepy Sam from her bed. The sun was shining through the kitchen window and Jack stood at the stove in a t-shirt and boxers cooking pancakes, whistling some song he had heard Sam listen to the day before. How it got stuck in his head he'd never know.

"Morning sunshine," he smiled down at his love as she pulled herself onto a stool. It wasn't every night she slept so soundly, so he had learned to embrace when she did. Saturday morning pancakes had become a tradition of theirs. Something to remind them of their humanity.

She was wearing a thin tank top and a pair of shorts was slung low over her hips. This was how Jack loved seeing her. Hair all askew, eyes hooded with sleep, and totally relaxed, not thinking about having to save the world.

"Coffee?" she muttered. He smiled, knowing her all too well, and slid a steaming mug towards her. It had Einstein's face on, and she loved it for some reason. He expected he'd never really understand scientists, even his favorite.

Turning back to the pancakes he asked, "Any plans today?" He got a grunt in response. Carter women without their coffee could be horrible to talk to. He was content to stand there in silence letting her drink the steamy mug while he made them breakfast. That's why it took him by surprise when a set of warm arms snaked around his waist and he felt and warm body press against his back, not that he was complaining.

"I love you," she whispered, kissing his back through the thin layer of fabric.

He turned off the stove top, grateful the food had finished cooking. He turned and embraced her. "I love you too," he whispered back, kissing her forehead.

She sighed contentedly and leaned her head against his chest. It just felt right being held by him. After nearly 8 years of the dance they had perfected, it was comforting to know she could now turn into those strong arms when she needed the support she was never able to receive as his 2IC.

He traced lazy circles on her back, easing all tension away. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of her in his arms, the way he had always wanted. He was nervous for tonight. He didn't want to seem like he was pushing them too fast. But he also knew this is what they both wanted. Nothing was stopping them anymore.

She seemed to sense his unease because she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. She brought one hand up to stroke his stubbled cheek. Her eyes searched his. Wordlessly she pulled him in for a kiss, wanting to erase all traces of doubt from his mind. She could already guess his plan; it took a lot to outsmart a theoretical astrophysicist, but she didn't want to ruin it for him.

He pulled back first, slightly breathless. "Christ Carter, give a man a chance to wake up first! I'm not as young as I use to be."

Her only response was a faint giggle as she slipped away to sit down once more. "Well sorry, sir, if I think side arms are ready to fire at any hour," she smirked, enjoying how her teasing made him pause in his pancake planting.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again. "You are going to be the death of me woman," he said with a faint smile. This day was going to go alright. He wouldn't be surprised if she already had an idea of what he was planning to do, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. Maybe it would ease it a little.

Placing the plate loaded with pancakes and bacon in front of her he sat down next to her. Hearing a barely audible gasp he glanced over and saw her smiling back at him. He grinned. Maybe heart-shaped pancakes weren't a bad idea after all.