I wanted to do another story about how Jack got convinced to come back to Atlantis and see Carter. I did one about Christmas that I'm still in the process of writing some chapters for, and I am working on completing the remaining three stories of the Day series. This one is short, but I think a lot of fun that takes advantage of the wicked sense of humor that I think Carter has hidden inside that brilliant mind of hers. She simply waits to bring it out when it will get her what she wants from a certain Major General Jack O'Neill. Hope you all enjoy this one. Gregg.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

2100 Hours, Living room of Maj. Gen. Jack O'Neill's home, Washington, DC

Jack O'Neill settled down on his couch with a beer and some sandwiches. Tonight was a special night. That morning he had received the latest written report from Carter on Atlantis, and as she usually did, she sent along a short video of herself giving a slightly more personal report of what was going on. Those videos were the highlight of his week every week. To make it even better, he would take the disc home and engage the security field around the townhouse so he could watch the disc on his wall mounted 54" plasma screen TV. Nothing beat seeing Carter on that baby, unless it was Carter herself sitting next to him watching the Simpson's or fishing. Now that Carter was in command of Atlantis, and nominally out of his chain of command due to the oversight of the IOA on the Ancient City, he was giving serious thought to asking Carter if there was a chance for them after all these years.

Grabbing the remote, he pressed play and when the image on the screen popped up, he promptly sprayed the beer in his mouth across the room. Right there in living color was Carter in the bathroom of her quarters. NAKED!!!

"Hi, Jack," Carter said with a wide smile as she faced the camera, obviously one of those self-propelled anti-gravity camera sensors that had been discovered. "I wanted to make sure to have the video ready before the next transmission, and unfortunately the only time I had was right now as I take a bath and wash away the grime of the day. Hope you don't mind," she said as she stepped into the tub, the camera sensor following her movement and giving him a very good frontal view from slightly above.

"Oh my GOD!" Jack said out loud as he instantly felt Junior coming to full attention. And she was worried he might mind this, he snorted to himself. His eyes were taking in the complete image of Carter naked. Hotness personified took on a whole new meaning.

"Good," Carter said as she took a simple sponge and squirted some liquid soap on it. She slowly ran the sponge up her left arm, a sigh being released form her lips. "I love taking a bath, don't you Jack? There's just something about being submerged in hot water that is so arousing. I can already feel my nipples getting hard and, just between us, I'm getting wet just thinking about being in this bath knowing you're watching me. The only thing better would be sharing this bath with you, letting you use this sponge on me to wash every inch of my body. Is that what you want, Jack? To be able to touch me? To find out what turns me on? What makes me shudder in tense arousal as I near orgasm? I'll tell you what. I'm going to film me bathing myself, and also shaving my legs and pussy, so that when you finally decide to come visit me, we can share a bath together and you can do all the things you'll be watching me do on this video. Do you like that idea?" she purred sinfully.

"I'll be your love slave for life," Jack said out loud, caught up in the most incredible voyeuristic experience he'd ever had. He made a mental note to clear his schedule for the next week and gate to Atlantis the next fucking day.

For the next hour Jack watched as Carter spent time washing her entire body, spending time on the best bits with some pretty damn good commentary. His favorite two were "Spend a lot of time on my breasts as I have very sensitive nipples, Jack and if you do it right I can have an orgasm simply from washing my breasts" and then later on when she said "when you get to my clit, Jack, remember slow circular motions will drive me wild." He made sure that those two bits of advice were firmly embedded in his memory for all time.

"And now I need to shave," Carter said with a sexy smile at the camera.

Jack watched as she gathered what she needed. It appeared that she had a light pink women's razor, the kind he always saw advertised on television for more sensitive skin, and a bottle of something that he assumed was a lotion or cream. She also had a couple of wash cloths at her side.

"Now remember, Jack, it's this razor for my legs and pubic hair," she told him with a shake of her finger at the camera. "If you mess up and use a different razor that gives me razor burn, especially between my legs, when you come visit and I let you shave me, I will so kick your ass!" she warned him.

"Duly noted, Carter," he said out loud even though this was a video. Despite all the pornos he'd seen in his life, and the various strippers in the clubs at bachelor parties he'd attended, this was easily the hottest damn thing he'd ever seen.

"I also use a shaving lotion instead of a cream as it gives a smoother feel to my skin than the ordinary creams do," she continued informing him.

Jack continued to watch as she proceeded to spend time working the lotion onto one long, gorgeous leg, lifting it out of the water and admiring it as she did so. He wanted nothing more than to be there right then with a front row seat to this show!

"What do you think of my legs, Jack?" she asked. "Are they too long? Too muscular? I think you should let me know the next time you see them and can inspect my body in person."

"Oooh a full body inspection of Carter!" Jack crowed. He was mesmerized as she gently shaved her long leg, giving him a tantalizing view of her pussy as she did so. Life was so fucking unfair in his opinion. He had put aside the possibility of them being together because of a set of regs that neither of them believed in, and now that it was possible for them to be together, she was in an entirely different fucking galaxy!

"Now that I've finished my legs, I'm ready to start on my pubic hair," Carter said as she rinsed her legs off slowly, giving the most tantalizing views of her legs as she could while doing so. She then shuffled up on the edge of the tub and spread her legs, showing off "The Promised Land" as Jack decided to call her pussy from that moment on. His eyes widened as he saw for the first time the little surprise he hadn't expected. "As you can see, I keep my labia shaved, Jack, and leave a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above my slit. I ordinarily use a depilatory on that sensitive skin, but I'm going to demonstrate how to shave me there and if you are good at copying that when you come visit me, then you can do it more often."

Jack kept his eyes riveted to the scene as for the next fifteen minutes he watched her shave her labia and then the edges of the neat little patch above "The Promised Land." He was definitely memorizing this. The idea that Carter wanted him to do her intimate shaving when he was around was worth the added strain to his mental faculties. Hell, anything having to do with Carter was worth the added mental strain! Then a glorious sight appeared. Carter stood up and stepped from the tub, water running down her curves and dips in small rivulets. She took a white fluffy towel and slowly dried herself off, then let the towel fall to the floor.

"So what do you think?" Carter asked as she did a slow turn revealing a full 360 degrees of her body to the cameras eye, and Jack's, too! "If you liked what you saw, and want an in person repeat performance, with full participation rights, then all you have to do is come to Atlantis for a visit, Jack. Pleasant dreams!" she said with her mega watt smile and the the camera shut off.

Come for a visit? Damn straight he was coming for a visit. He was going to get the President on the horn bright and early the next morning and then beam over to the SGC where he would immediately gate to Midway and then, after that dull ass 24 hour waiting period, gate the rest of the way to Atlantis. Once there it was his mission to get up close and personal with "The Promised Land" and make up for the last ten and a half years of being a fucking idiot, especially by not scotching her thing with Shanahan the second she showed up in the elevator humming! He still wanted to hurl every time he thought of her year with that fucking pansy.

Two days later, 1300 Hours, City of Atlantis, Main Control Room

Colonel Sam Carter was standing in front of the Gate waiting for whoever was arriving via the Midway Station. No one was scheduled for another week, and that was via the Daedalus, not the Gate. The last thing she expected was what she saw, despite the fact that she had sent him a rather X-rated invitation two days before. Major General Jack O'Neill, in his dress blues and all his ribbons, stepped through the Gate holding a small duffel and a briefcase.

"General!" she said in a shocked tone.

Jack smiled mischievously. "Hey, Carter!" he said loudly. "I hear that Atlantis has some awesome bathtubs. Any chance I can make use of one while I enjoy a vacation here?"

Carters jaw fell a couple of centimeters and she blushed a deep red. "Uh...," she struggled for a reply.

"And that question you asked me?" he went on, doing his damnedest to embarrass her a bit.

"Question?" she stammered, trying to fathom what he was trying to do to her.

"Yeah, those two anatomy questions you asked me," he grinned. "The answer is: Perfection."

Her eyes widened as she realized he was talking about her legs and how she kept her pubic hair shaped and shaved.

"You are so going to get your ass kicked, Sir," she hissed in complete embarrassment, hoping that the people in the control room had no idea what they could possibly be talking about.

Jack leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Before or after I show off my grooming skill?" he asked with a wink. "Or better yet, after we get married?" he asked as he pressed a small box in her hand that he'd taken out of his pocket as he leaned over her.

Sam's eyes widened even further as she held up the box and opened it to find an engagement ring: a single diamond set in a platinum ring. Nothing fancy, but it was perfect. She looked up at him and met his gaze. "I know just the tub for you to use, General," she said as she closed the ring box and indicated that she should follow her. "And your grooming services better be perfect, General, or the honeymoon will be spent at a science symposium!" she warned.

"I aim to please, Carter," he told her as they walked out the side door to the main corridor, leaving the people in the control room to wonder what the hell had just happened, and what had brought the sudden brilliant smile to Colonel Carter's face.

A/N: Well what do you think? Should I write one more chapter to this one, or leave it as a one shot? I originally thought of this as a one off piece, but the way I ended it almost begs for one more chapter. Gregg.