Lieutenant Colonel Samantha 'Sam' Carter O'Neill, and her husband Major General Jack O'Neill sat in bed relaxing before sleep. The weather outside was cold, below freezing in fact, so the two had chosen to retire to the warmth of their bed.
Jack had been squirmy the whole time he had been in bed; nothing new there, he was just more so than usual. With a thud, his book landed onto the mattress; he started to move his hands across the mattress as if he were looking for something. With this new distraction in the bed, Sam put her book down on her lap and looked at Jack. "What are you looking for?" she asked.
"Something is poking me!" He grumbled.
She looked at him for a moment before she picked up her book again.
"Well, something is stabbing me in the ass." Jack grumbled again, taking his pillow he positioned himself closer to Sam. Picking up his "Complete Guide to the Simpson's" they sat in comfortable silence again, or so Sam thought.
In a flailing motion, Jack jumped out of the bed throwing the book on the floor in the process and started to feel around the mattress with both hands, looking for the offensive object that was poking him.
"Jack?" Sam asked, looking at him over her book.
"Something is still poking me in the ass!" Came the grumble again.
"I changed the sheets today; they are clean, nothing's there."
"Something is there." Jack stated, in frustration. Running his hand across the area where he had been laying, he felt it underneath the sheet. Getting close to the mattress he squinted and with great patience, and with short nails, he pulled out the culprit - a little white "fluffy" feather. "See, something was poking me in the ass!" he said, to prove he wasn't crazy.
"Hmm." As he looked down at the mattress again he saw something else poking out of the sheets. With as much efficiency as with the first feather, he pulled out another.
"I thought the feathers are in the pillow and blanket."
"Comforter." she corrected him.
"Whatever." Jack said, as he waved his hands in frustration.
"I added a feather topper to the bed." Sam calmly stated, as she snuggled further into the bed.
"Take it off." He ordered.
"No, it's comfortable."
"But it's poking me in the butt. How can I sleep with little things poking me all night?" Jack argued.
"You learn to live with it because it's not going away," Sam stated, with finality as she put her book down on the night stand and started to wiggle in the bed. She pulled something out from underneath the covers and threw it at Jack before she added, "Plus, I always like a good poke in bed." Jack looked down at the item he was now holding, a pair of blue panties. Jack's expression changed instantly as he jumped back into the bed, under the covers, with Sam.
"We can keep the feather topper."
"I knew you would see it my way." Sam said, as she was silenced with a passionate kiss.