A/N: Lots of shippy fluff in this chapter. Slightly influenced by #Icalledhimsir (Wow! What a revelation! Though I suppose Amanda Tapping is only human like the rest of us, a beautiful human that got to kiss Richard Dean Anderson several times, but still human.)

Jack woke to an empty bed. A glance at the window confirmed what his body clock had already told him, it was the early hours of the morning.

'Sam?' he called getting out of bed and making his way down the hall, hearing the sound of the extractor fan in the bathroom.

'Sam, you okay?' he asked knocking on the door.

'Yeah, yeah I'm fine.'

He frowned slightly, he thought he heard a tremble in her voice. Then again it could be the echo from the tiles.

'Sam.'

The door opened and he was met with the sight of Samantha Carter drowned in the grey t-shirt he'd been wearing, her face slightly red after being scrubbed clean of what little make-up she'd been wearing and her hair sticking up in all directions.

He smiled widely, struck by her beauty.

She blushed suddenly aware of his state of undress.

Her reaction made him grin.

'I hope you don't mind...' she said fingering the hem of his shirt, somewhere near her upper thigh.

'Mind? Hell keep the damn thing, it looks good on you. You coming back to bed?'

She nodded.

'I'm sure I've got another toothbrush around here somewhere,' he said moving past her, opening a small cabinet and rummaging through it. He could feel her eyes on his naked body as he set about his work, heat raised up his neck and flushed his face as he handed over a blue toothbrush.

'Thanks.'

'You're welcome.' he said softly before turning around and lifting the toilet seat and relieving himself. He smiled listening to her brush her teeth behind him.

It was strange, they'd performed similar tasks in such close proximity before off-world and it never held any meaning, but in his home, dressed only in his birthday suit and his worn t-shirt settled on her shoulders, it suddenly meant the world, hell the whole damned galaxy to him just to be this close to her.

He flushed and set the toilet seat back down, a hard habit to break after several years of marriage no matter how long ago, then washed his hands and set about brushing his own teeth standing side by side with her.

Their gazes met in the mirror, he smiled causing foam to dribble down his chin which made her giggle somehow without causing a mess, displaying far greater control of the toothpaste foam than he had. She spit demurely and wiped the corners of her mouth with a towel before holding it out to him. He expelled the foam from his mouth with far less decorum and accepted the towel.

'Thank you.' he said with a massive grin before wiping the lower half of his face roughly.

She smiled then stretched her hand up her thumb sweeping across his lower lip, removing the last traces of toothpaste before taking the towel from him to clean her hands and set it back on the towel rail.

Jack slid behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his nose in her hair.

'I thought we were going back to bed?'

'We are.' he growled kissing her neck. 'Just trying to figure out what we're going to do when we get there.'

'Hmm,' she said tilting her head allowing him better access. 'What are you thinking?'

Knowing she was interested in his advances he shifted position slightly, pressing his hard length against her firm, barely covered behind.

'I'm thinking of at least three more positions I want to try tonight.'

'Three?'

'At least.' his murmured before sucking her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling it teasingly.

'Yes, Sir.' she moaned.

He groaned loudly and thrust against her.

'That's hot. That's really, really hot.'

She turned in his arms, a wide grin on her face.

'You think so, Sir.' she replied purring out that last word.

'Jesus Carter.' he growled lifting her around him. He slanted his mouth over hers as he stumbled down the hall in search of his bed, their bed. 'Loose the shirt, Major.' he ordered as they entered the bedroom.

She completed her task swiftly and efficiently, damp curls against his belly confirmed his suspicions that the shirt was all that she had been wearing.

'What are you going to do to me, Sir?' she murmured sexily, her teeth nipping the skin on his neck.

'Fuck.' he groaned, uttered as expletive in response to her teasing rather than an answer to her question.

Not that it mattered.

'Sounds good.' she giggled as they flopped onto the mattress.

The low sun poured through the window and leaked past the curtains. Jack woke first stretching out, his fingertips finding the warm skin of his bed partner. A smile stretched across his lips. He peeked over at her finding that he was still sleeping though only just. He could see muscles in her jaw twitching gently.

'Samantha.' he said in a sing song voice, letting his fingertips trail across her abdomen.

She moaned and rolled away from him.

He grinned, shifting closer and pressing kisses on her shoulder.

'Samantha.'

'Colonel?' she murmured sleepily.

'Morning Sexy.' he said with a grin.

She rolled onto her back and squinted up at him. She blushed and smiled as memories of last night came flooding back.

'Sexy?' she questioned.

'Don't like it?'

'I don't usually like that kind of thing but... I like hearing you say it.'

'Beautiful?'

'That works too.'

'Darling?'

'If you like.'

'Sweetie?'

She giggled. 'I'm not sure it suits you.'

'Oh I think we agreed that 'Sir' suits me just fine last night.' he said grinning.

Her skin flushed bright red and ducked his cocky gaze.

'It's not so much the word Sir obviously, it's the way you said it.' he pressed. "Sir." he said trying to imitate her.

'Shut up.' she said grinning and punching him none too gently in the shoulder.

He chuckled, gazing down at her lovingly.

She smiled up at him, but it only lasted a moment before a frown graced her brow.

'Hey now, I know that look.' Jack murmured.

'What?' she asked innocently.

'The world can wait another day.'

'It's not the world I'm worried about.'

'If you think it would make it easier if or when I...' he couldn't quite bring himself to finish that sentence. 'We could stop. You could...'

'Nothing would make losing you any easier.' She said fiercely. 'Nothing.'

'No, I suppose not.' he murmured. 'Grilled cheese?'

'Jack.' she admonished rolling her eyes.

'What? I'm hungry. And I'm not sure there's anything else in the kitchen.'

She smiled and rolled her eyes. 'Let's see what we can find.'

But first they needed to shower, which took far longer than expected. Each getting distracted by the sight of each other wet and naked. Over an hour passed before they were clothed and entering the kitchen.

As the grilled cheese slid into the oven their eyes met.

How to pass the time.

He lifted her with ease onto the counter and kissed her deeply. Without a word she fumbled with his sweat pants, pulling at the elastic to free his erection but still leave the pants resting on his hips. As he gripped the boxers that she was wearing in place of shorts, she pushed herself up allowing him to remove them with ease. An instant later, his arms were around her and his length buried deep inside her.

What had transpired in the bathroom could have been called having sex or making love, but they most definitely fucked, hard and primal, in the kitchen.

Acrid smoke from burning cheese filled their lungs as they climaxed.

They were significantly more careful in cooking the next batch, their hunger now almost unbearable.

Brunch and coffee were devoured. Each of them experiencing exhaustion and a deep ache in their muscles, they settled on the couch to rest. Jack watched TV with his feet on the coffee table and Sam found a book on astronomy she'd never read before, perusing it with her feet tucked beneath his thigh.

Jack swiftly found himself bored and amused himself by smoothing his fingers over her calves.

He grinned when he noticed that the rhythm of the room had changed.

'Enjoy the book?' he said shutting off the TV.

'Hmmm?' she said as if in a daze.

'Are you enjoying the book?' he asked again, this time more slowly.

'Yes.'

'Must be good.'

'It is.'

'Yeah, you haven't turned the page in the last 10 minutes.' he voice teased as his fingers smoothed up her inner thigh.

She shivered, setting the book down and glowered at him.

'Am I distracting you?'

'Yes.'

'But it wasn't a problem for the past 9 and a half minutes?'

Sam shifted, crawling over the couch before straddling him purposefully, settling over him with a blissful hum.

He gulped audibly, his body's reaction instant.

'Sam.' he breathed.

'Uh uh, Jack. It's my turn.'

He'd poured over her body on several occasions over the past day, and while she'd delighted in the attention and sensations, she'd felt limited in her own explorations of a body she'd coveted for years.

She played him like a musical instrument, sounds issued up from his throat where unlike anything he'd ever made before. And when she settled her body over his it was her turn to sing. She teased herself to powerful highs twice before shuddering to a stop. 'Jack.' she breathed.

Her thighs were trembling beneath his fingers.

'Are you okay?' he inquired, a gentle deep growl.

She nodded, her head buried in the crook of his neck. 'I can't move any more.'

'But you want...'

'Yes.' she said before he could finish his question. If this was the only time she had with him, then she wanted everything he could give.

He lay her down gently on the couch and completed the act she started.

Once finished, he carefully removed himself from her. Needing to lie down but not wanting to crush her with his prone body, he lowered himself to the floor. He lay on his back, eyes closed, breathing heavily and aching from head to toe.

He felt the couch groan as much as he heard it. Opening one eye he saw her blue eyes peeking down at him, her golden bright hair sticking up in all directions.

'You okay?' she asked softly.

He nodded, not yet able to catch his breath.

She watched him for sometime, concern shining in her eyes.

'Are you sure you're okay?' she asked her hand stretching down and sliding into his.

'5 times in 24 hours... don't think I've ever done that before.' he remarked, smoothing his thumb over her wrist.

She grinned widely. 'Me neither, but we had some time to make up for.'

'That's true.' he responded with a smile, then his voice became more concerned. 'How are you doing?'

'My legs feel like I sprinted a marathon with a 30 kilo pack and I'm aching in places I forgot existed.' she said grinning down at him.

He chuckled. 'Having fun?'

'Immensely.'

'Good. Though I think I'll need a good few hours before we try anything else, you know, if you want to.'

She smiled, 'That's fine with me. More than fine.' she said with a slight grimace as she shifted on the couch.

Jack sat up leaning his back against the couch, her head shifting and coming to rest on his shoulder.

'Are you sure you're okay?'

'Yes, it's worth it.' she said nuzzling his neck, brushing her lips against his skin.

They rested comfortably for a few minutes basking in the warmth of the others presence.

'Do... do you have any regrets?' Sam asked softly.

'Sure. But the one that was most important, we're fixing right now.' he said squeezing her hand.

He could feel her smile against his skin.

'Really?'

'Of course. Sure, there was a couple more that involved you but I don't quite think we've got time.'

'Like what?'

'Go fishing, get married, have kids and live happily ever after.' his voice sounded as if was something everyday, like reading a shopping list.

It took a few seconds for his words to sink in.

'You're serious?'

'I'm always serious about fishing.' he replied.

'Jack.'

He turned to look her in the eye. 'I love you, Samantha. We've both been through so much over the past 7 years and I know I couldn't have done it without you by my side. Of course, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And it looks like I will, just with out the getting married, kids and living happily ever after.'

She lowered herself to the floor beside him, stroking his cheek before pressing her lips to his in the softest kiss he'd ever received.

'I wanted... I want all of that too.'

'Including the fishing?'

She laughed heartily. 'Including the fishing.'

The entire time they spent on the cargo ship he felt simply like a vessel for the ancients knowledge, he couldn't feel anything but the weight of the task that was ahead of him. When his task was done, he felt strangely empty. He willingly gave into the temptation to close his eyes and rest.

This was the end.

'Please, Jack.' here voice called to him.

It took all his strength just to raise his eye lids.

Samantha.

He knew he wasn't going to survive like this for long, but he could be preserved.

She would save him, wouldn't she?

'Dolmata.'

He feels himself lifted into the air, his eyes close again.

'What now?' he hears her question as he settles into the pod.

'Aveo... amacus.' he murmurs.

'Goodbye.' he hears Daniel translate.

But it didn't seem like enough. He turned his head slightly and found familiar blue eyes.

'Amor mea.'

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Daniel frown, glancing between him and Sam.

She smiled sadly guessing the meaning of his words.

Light flashed and everything went black.