Sorry this has taken so long to upload! I will be updating my other stories soon too. This didn't go exactly how I'd planned either but I hope you enjoy it


Jack blinked open his eyes to find himself lying on an unfamiliar couch. His drunken brain tried to remember what had happened. Slowly images filtered through his mind. Carter telling him she didn't care if he stayed or left. Him working his way through all the beer, and quite a lot of the spirits he could find in her house. He couldn't remember much more about the evening though, all his mind could currently manage to work out was that the sofa was very uncomfortable. He managed to get to his feet and stumbled through the house, opening the bedroom door he shuffled over to the bed and fell on top of the covers.

Sam tried to turn her head away from the beam of light filtering through the curtains. The events of the past few days had mentally and physically exhausted her; all she wanted to do right then was curl up and sleep forever. She tried to roll over but realised she was blocked by something heavy lying half on top of her. Her eyes snapped open and she blearily focussed on the silver hair next to her on the pillow. She was pretty sure that hadn't been there when she'd gone to sleep. Sam tried to push the heavy body off of her but only succeeded in partially waking the sleeping man. He turned his head towards her and the smell of stale beer washed across her face. Jack mumbled something unintelligible and slung an arm over her before falling back into a deep sleep. For the second time in as many days Sam found herself thinking that this was not how she had imagined this particular scenario. With that thought she began laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, and once she had started she couldn't stop. Her movement woke Jack who stared confused at his 2IC lying underneath him. His head was pounding and he couldn't work out why he was in the same bed as Carter, especially Carter who was laughing somewhat hysterically. The sudden stillness in his movement alerted Sam to the fact that he was awake; she rapidly sobered up and stared into his face. Jack had done a quick inventory of the situation and realised that he was fully dressed and lying on top of the covers, which ruled out some of the options for what happened last night. He also couldn't help noticing that from what he could see of Carter she was wearing something very lacy and pretty. He really didn't need the image of exactly what Carter wore whilst in bed, it wouldn't help with the whole denial…

Memories started coming back, again, of the argument the night before. He still wasn't sure how he had ended up in the bedroom however, and even less of an idea why Carter had been laughing. Oh well only one way to find out

'Why you laughing?'

He hadn't expected her face to crumple as she turned away from him. Concerned, he gently grabbed her shoulder and shook it slightly

'Hey what's wrong?'

She turned back to look him in full in the face, her eyes glistening with tears, realising his position he pulled back slightly, still holding himself above her but no longer quite touching.

'It's all just so stupid! I have wanted…this for so, so long. Kissing in the kitchen, sharing a bed, everything! Now look at us.'

Jack was still feeling pretty confused, he was pretty sure that he hadn't drunk that much alcohol for a very long time. As he stared at Sam's face trying to make his brain come up with something to help the tears that had been threatening began to fall in earnest.

Jack looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him and did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her. He kissed her how he had always thought she should be kissed as deeply and sweetly as possible. Trying to convey everything he really felt without words. Both their bodies relaxed into the kiss until Sam unexpectedly pulled back.

'You really need to brush your teeth sir'

'Jack'

'Jack'

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