There is somebody out there that thinks of you before he falls asleep, one that dreams of you at night. One that longs for you and desires to touch you like nobody ever has. To kiss you like you were never kissed before, to feel your lips like they are the only thing exists on the face of the earth and to taste and break you to tiny little pieces. To make you shiver with every twist of his tongue, with every caress of his fingers on your skin.

And you want it to be him.

The one YOU think of. The one YOU dream of. The one YOU long for. The one YOU desire to touche HIS lips and to twist HIS tongue. The one you want to shiver with every caress of your hand on his back and to feel his skin under you trembling fingers.

You hope that he is the one you want to rest on his shoulder and cuddle with after a long day. The one you want to make love to, the one you want to make the sweetest, most tender love to you.

You go to bed every night, and as you close your eyes you can see an image in your mind;

You stand there, in front of your knight with shiny armor, the man you've come to know through all these years you've been working together. You stand there looking strait into his chocolate brown eyes that have no walls around them anymore. He looks at your blue depths, seeing all you couldn't show him before.

You both know that there is no need for words as everything is told between your eyes. But still, he says them. The words you have never thought you'd hear coming from his mouth.

"I love you, Sam."

And you look at him, stunned by the pure honesty in his voice. And you say the words you couldn't say before. The one thing you kept to yourself, praying to say out loud, but swore to keep in the damn room.

"I love you too, Jack."

And then you wake up, thinking it was all a dream. But then, you roll to your right side and you see him. That man of you dreams and the love of your life sound asleep. You stare at him, remembering that the scene you saw really happened. That the man you always think of and so desire to feel the same as you, is the one lying right next to you.

And you can't believe that after all you've been through, after all these years and after three kids, you still feel the same.

He wakes up. You don't even notice it until he turns to look at you. You share that same look as before and have that same conversation between your eyes. He breaks the magical moment, but only to lean towards you and to kiss your nose gently.

"I know," he whispers "me too."

And these four words, so different from the previous ones, yet have the same meaning, if not a greater one, are enough to make you smile with eyes filled with tears. You blink them away and it's you turn to lean towards him and you brush your lips with his.

You turn to your left and snuggle at his body. He wraps his arm around you and you settle even further in him. You know he fell asleep again as you feel his shallow breathing on you neck. Against all the odds that were stacked up against you over the years, you find yourself in bed, with Jack O'Neill tangled around you.

You are always amazed at his. And time after time you thank whatever great forces that brought you to this blissful moment.

THE END