Touch

Chapter 1

Based upon Stargate: SG-1

Set approximately 2 years prior to "Children of the Gods." Tagged to "The First Commandment."

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First Lieutenant Samantha Carter was on top of the world. She had just settled into her new job in the Air Force Research Laboratory in Washington, DC. She was also settling into her new promotion. Her silver bars were a little lighter than the gold ones she had worn since her commissioning. The silver came with just a little bit of experience and a general clue about how the world worked, and the Air Force within it.

She was good at her job. She was good at the researching, at the calculating, at the proving, and at the team leading. She loved the people she worked with.

She also loved her boyfriend. Pause - giggle. Fiancé, actually, now. They were going to get married.

He had proposed to her about two months before she got notification of her new position. Since they were already engaged, they decided she should just move in with him when she got to Washington. He had been there for a year already, after all. There was no reason for her to get her own place if she was only going to live it in six months or so.

Sure, he had some idiosyncrasies about their apartment. But she had some too, she was sure. And it really was little things she would eventually get used to, like not letting pans soak in the sink for longer than a few hours, or refolding the hand towels in the bathroom and hanging from the oven every time they were used, or putting all the silverware away "correctly" in the drawer.

They were just little things, and she loved him in spite of them.

She smiled to herself as she dug her keys out of her purse. Growing up, especially after her mother died, she had been unsure that she was pretty enough, or desirable enough, or normal enough for a normal relationship. And now she had one, with Jonas, and she was so happy.

She let herself into their apartment and put her keys in the bowl on the table - another one of Jonas' "systems." She preferred to have them on a rack next to the door, but he had qualms about putting "unnecessary" holes in the wall. It had been a minor argument, but she conceded, as it just wasn't that important to her.

She toed off her Oxfords and pushed them into the closet, in their "assigned spot" and took off her jacket, dropping it over a chair. She went into the kitchen and opened the freezer, trying to decide what to make for dinner. She wasn't all that hungry, but Jonas liked to eat a little earlier than she did. She frowned at what she saw and turned to the fridge, instead. A package of pork chops was thawing in the fridge, Jonas must've set them there this morning.

Sam sighed. Pork chops it was. She got them out and started preparing them, pulling a can of green beans from the pantry and the bag of fresh carrots from the veggie drawer in the fridge.

"Sam," she heard Jonas say. She frowned to herself, it was his slightly condescending something's-not-quite-right-Baby voice. "You've gotta put your uniform jacket away," he said, walking into the kitchen holding her jacket by the collar.

"I would've. I just wanted to start dinner first," she told him.

He smiled at her, his I-know-you're-trying-as-hard-as-you-can smile. "Thanks for making dinner," he said sweetly.

She smiled at him.

He smiled back.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he replied, taking a few more steps into the kitchen to be next to her. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "How was work today?"

She started to tell him about work, noticing that he hung her jacket on a door knob and grabbed and apron. She stepped back from the stove long enough for him to put the apron around her. The gesture made her pause. He was so thoughtful.

When she came to a pause in her story, he left the room, taking her jacket with him. She shook her head to herself. She didn't like how sometimes he acted like she couldn't take care of her own things and therefore took care of them for her. She knew he didn't mean it, but just wanted to take care of her. She did like that.

Later that evening he helped her clean up the dishes, which was unusual, but welcome. Once everything in the kitchen was cleaned up, he started kissing her, and moving his hands over her body. She returned the kiss with a smile. She liked how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. The way he touched her made up for all the idiosyncrasies, the annoyances, and the condescension. The way he touched her made her love him all the more.

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