AN- Well this got a hold of me and is taking me along for the ride. I never once thought it would go past a couple of chapters when I started it but here we are, four in and still more to come. To all the followers and reviewers, Thank you so much. It means the world to know other people like what I write. So on with chapter four, and always, enjoy.

Jack wasn't sure if he should go after her or leave her for a bit to cool off. He was caught between self-perseverance and the woman he loved. He wasn't sure why he had said what he said about loving her. Yes, it was true but he hadn't meant to say it in such a flippant off the cuff way. When he said it he hadn't expected her to take it in the context she had. He knew the longer he left her would result in either more pain for him or for her. Putting the remote back on the coffee table he stood up and listened as varied joints cracked, his body didn't like too much movement this late at night. Since he had no idea where Sam had gone he started his search of the house room by room.

Sam stormed off, tears threatening to fall again. She wanted to get away in case they did, he had seen her cry once and that was enough for one day. Walking past the kitchen she stopped and looked between her bedroom and bathroom doors. Her bathroom door had a lock on but her bedroom had a bed to fling herself on. Her bed won out as she pushed the door open and stepped inside, the door closing over but not shutting completely. Walking to the window she looked out before turning and looking at her bed, yawning as she struggled to stay in control. First she sat on the bed, then slid down and rolled on her front so she was stretched out. Pulling her pillow down she turned it horizontally and wrapped her arms around it, her face instantly buried into the edge of it. How could one man have such an effect on her? They had been through the mill and still came out standing, a bit battered and bruised, a little wiser to how the other ticked, but never at this stage. She wasn't even sure if she knew what this stage was. He had come in and saw her nearly naked and things had plummeted out of control from there. She thought that if they ever got to where one or the other was naked, or near enough, they would jump each other so fast there would be earthquakes. That hadn't happened and now she was more confused than ever. Closing her eyes she let her mind go over the night's events to see if her brain could order the chaos.

Jack walked up the hallway and stopped at the bathroom, it was in complete darkness but that didn't mean a thing. Tapping on the door he turned the handle and cautiously pushed it open, not wanting to barge in case she was behind it. When the door met no resistance he reached up and flicked the light on, only to find the room empty. Turning the light off he stepped back into the hall and looked opposite at her bedroom door. This was a night of not only confusion but deja-vu. Stepping up to the door he knocked and rested his hand on the handle, he was about to push it open but paused.

"Carter, you in there?" Calling out so he could at least say he had knocked and spoken before entering.

When he got no reply he took a deep breath and opened the door, the light from the hall shining into the room and lighting the figure lay on the bed.

"Carter, you awake?" Watching as Sam's back rose and fell with her breathing. "I'm coming in." Stepping completely inside the room but leaving the door open.

He could tell by the rise and fall of her back she wasn't asleep, her breathing to steady to be sleeping. Stepping close to the empty side of the bed he looked down at her and smiled, he couldn't help it. Her hair was all ruffled and he could only see half her face due to the pillow, yet what he could see was as beautiful as ever.

"Carter, you gonna speak to me or have I got to use my famous Jack O'Neill charm on you?" Stopping at the bed and looking down as he saw her move.

"Jack O'Neill charm! I didn't realise you had any." Cracking open one eye and half looking at him.

"Oh yeah, I have some." Turning to sit on the bed and bring his legs up.

Moving a little he rested against the head of the bed next to Sam, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. He knew if he didn't hold his own hands still he would touch her, or stroke her hair.

"Sam, look at me please." Sliding down the bed so his face was level with hers.

When she didn't respond he moved a little bit closer and nudged her leg with his. When she didn't move again he gave her another nudge as he shuffled even closer. Soon he was lying nearly tucked against her front, her face still buried in the pillow.

"That's it, time for some charm." Reaching out and resting one of his large hands on her waist.

He kept his hand still waiting to see if Sam moved. She still didn't move, he would have to do it.

"Last chance." Shifting his hand just a little as he waited.

What he didn't see was the tiny slither Sam had opened her eyes so she could peek at him. She had felt him sit on the bed, then lie down beside her. When his hand came to rest on her waist she had to bite back the moan that threatened to escape her lips. She had no idea what his idea of charm was but if she kept still long enough she was going to find out. When his hand shifted slightly he offered her her last chance, she was not giving in. Soon she wished she had looked at him.

As quick as lightning both Jack's hands were on her and he was tickling her relentlessly. She was giggling and squirming as he continued his assault on her waist and lower abdomen. The more she moved the more he moved. By the time Jack gave up and stopped ticketing her she was panting for breath, pinned under him by his strong well-muscled thighs against hers. He didn't remove his hands instantly, resting them lightly on the skin that had been revealed at her waist. The problem was he couldn't keep them still, his thumbs moving a little as he stroked her smooth, silky skin just above her hips. He knew he was on thin ice, but tonight was a night for that. They both lay there, watching the other as Sam's breathing slowed a little yet Jack's becoming a little faster.

Again the desire and sexual tension started to build between them. Sam's normally bright blue eyes grew cloudy and dark as her arousal grew. Jack's body was tense, his own reawakening arousal starting to show against his pants.

"What are we doing here?" A heartbeat later adding "Sir," on the end.

"Isn't it obvious? I am here to get you to look at me so I can apologise for letting my mouth work before my brain. You are here because you wouldn't look at me so I had to use my finely tuned skills to win you over." Giving her his best smirk as he looked down at her.

"Okay, you have that part but what about this bit?" Lifting her ass so she could tilt her pelvis towards him.

As her groin bruised against his they both reacted, he groaned and his hands grip her waist a little tighter. Even though she initiated the move she was still caught off guard by the desire that coursed through her at the brief contact. She couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes and sucking in her next breath. She had not expected that when she moved, her body was betraying her for the first time in a while. Slowly opening her eyes they instantly locked with his, another shuddering running straight to her core as he looked at her, desire shining through the deep chocolate brown of his eyes.

"I think we need to talk, Jack." Her eyes never wavering as she used his name.

"Yeah." Was all he mumbled, letting go of her waist and rolling off her to the empty side of the bed again.

He stood up, pulling his pants at the front, trying to give his erection a little space.

"Meet you in the kitchen, I gotta pee." Quickly turning and heading out the bedroom.

Sam lay still for a minute more, her body still burning where he had touched her. Sitting up she ran her sweaty palms along her pants legs and stood up. Walking out the bedroom she passed the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, they were going to need coffee for this conversation.

Jack stood in the bathroom, his hands gripping the rim of the sink. He was thinking of all the sights and sounds he had lived through, his mind trying to settle his emotions and gain some control of his hormonal driven body. He wanted to be back under control when he faced Sam again. After a few minutes, he felt his boxers becoming looser as his manhood went back to normal and he managed to look at his reflection. He was battered and battle-scarred but he knew something, so was she. He could list a handful of scars she had received under his command. Each one cut him deep, he took his leadership seriously, especially when it came to Sam. Finally able to stand up straight he moved over to the toilet and lifted the seat, he knew he could aim now and not hit walls. When he was done he flushed and replaced the lid, he knew women hated the whole up or down debate. After washing his hands and splashing his face, he dried them both and stepped out the bathroom into the hallway. It was time to talk.