AN- Sorry it's taking so long to update. Some of you who have read my other story will know I am getting my ass royally kicked by a cold my kids brought in. It seems to now have moved from my chest to my head, so writing is not an easy task. After this update, I am going to endeavor to update once a week, that way I should be able to keep on top of things, including my cold. So on with the talk...

"I think we need more coffee, or at least, I do." Standing up from the couch and looking down at Jack.

Jack was still sitting there with a small smile from when he caught her blushing over using her first name. It wasn't so much him saying it, but the way he said it. She had heard her name said in many different ways, from school teachers calling it out, instructors shouting it out in the academy to a lover calling it in the throes of passion. Yet, when he said it she became a puddle of goo, all reduced to a single molecule. If he could tease her like that sitting on the couch she could only imagine what her name sound like when he was making love to her. Giving herself a mental shake she picked her cup and made her way to the kitchen. She needed a boost of caffeine to keep her awake to finish the conversation they had been having. Now Jack was talking she was not going to let him get away now.

Jack watched as Sam stood up and exclaimed she was away for coffee, taking her half full cold cup with her. He had seen the way she looked at him when he said her full name, she liked it a lot. He knew it would be a hard habit to break, after so many years she was, and always would be Carter. It was a name that stuck from the beginning, a pet name of sorts. He, and he alone called her it. He did notice she very rarely called him by his rank, it was mostly sir. He would have to ask her about that since they were talking about all things relating to their relationship. Finishing off the last of the beer bottle he had opened he stood up and followed Sam through to the kitchen, it was an excuse to not only watch her but he got to watch her ass as she walked up the hallway.

When he arrived in the kitchen Sam had already emptied the coffee pot and rinsed it out, placing it back under the machine. Instead of standing around Jack reached for the bag of coffee at the same time as Sam and their hands meet on the top of the bag. They both froze, Jack's bigger hand resting over the top of Sam's. Sam could feel Jack's rough calloused fingertips and palm resting on her now very warm hand. They looked at their hands before turning their heads and looking at each other. Jack gave his famous half a smile knowing Sam could never resist it. Sure enough, when she saw his face she smiled back, the tension that had started to build slowly disappearing. Jack expected Sam to either remove her hand or pull it out so he had the coffee bag yet she didn't do either. Instead, she managed to turn her hand over and interlink her fingers with Jack's, their palms coming together as she tightened her grip. When Jack felt her grip hold and squeeze his hand his smile grew wider. Sam Carter was standing in her kitchen holding his hand. Slowly lifting their joined hands away from the coffee bag he brought them closer to him, in the process bringing Sam closer. He never spoke as he tugged Sam a little closer so he could bring their joined hands to his lips, stopping just short of his lips actually touching her hand. He made sure he had eye contact with her as he placed a tender kiss on the back of her hand, his lips lingering on her skin even after he had broken the kiss. It was a sweet and very intimate gesture, especially when he saw her blush a little and duck her head. He didn't move them till he felt Sam move her fingers as she took control of their hands and mirrored his movements. Soon she was kissing the back of his hand and it was his turn to smile, her lips feeling soft and warm against his skin. Lowering their hands they both stood smiling as Sam caught the goofy look on Jack's face.

"How about we finish making coffee and we can go reminisce some more over what brought us here?" Stroking her thumb over his hand.

"Sounds like a plan," Squeezing her hand before letting go. "As long as I can go pee first." Jerking his head backwards before letting go of her hand and exiting the room.

Sam stood alone in the kitchen, leaving Jack sat on the couch. She was surprised how much Jack was actually talking, not just his one-worded responses or shoulder shrugs. Jack was more a man of action, showing how he felt instead was just his way. She had half expected him to follow her through and stand with her as made coffee. Rinsing out the coffee pot she put it back and caught movement out the corner of her eye. Sure enough there he stood, watching her just like he did when they sat side by side in the field. He stepped up beside her as she reached for the bag of coffee, at the exact same moment she did. Her hand was closer, so hers was the hand that settled on the bag, his covering hers. She froze and looked at Jack's hand, then up at Jack. He to was rooted to the spot, mesmerised by his hand covering her own. When he looked away he caught her gaze and smiled that smile that pulled at her heart strings. As soon as she saw that smile she couldn't help but smile back, the tension in her arms and shoulders easing. She stood smiling at Jack like an idiot, her hand still under his. What would he do if she pulled away? Could she even manage to pull away? The simple answer was no, she didn't even have to think about it. Instead, she turned her hand and gripped his, lacing her fingers with his. When he felt her take his hand the smile he had grew wider, lighting up her kitchen. He looked like he had just won the lotto jackpot all to himself. She had no idea what to do now, but apparently he did. She felt her hand being lifted and brought close to where Jack stood, tugging at her hand to get her to step closer to him to save him stretching. She could feel his breath on the back of her hand as it hovered just short of his lips, goosebumps rising up and down her arms at the sensation. When his eyes locked with hers, she felt his lips make contact with her skin, her smile growing. She ducked her head as she felt her face flush a little, more out of passion than actual embarrassment. Looking back up she saw and felt his lips still on her skin, so pulling their hands towards her she brought them to her lips and kissed his hand, watching as a huge goofy smile lit his face. As she lowered their hands back down she stroked the back of his hand and suggest they finish making coffee and continue the conversation they had started back on the couch.

Jack agreed as long as he got to use the bathroom first. She saw him exit and turned back to finish the task she had started before he interrupted. She checked to see if she had any beer left then remembered there was one left on the table in the lounge. Snagging another clean mug from the mug tree she made Jack coffee as well, his beer could be warm and he would still drink it. She heard the bathroom door close as she watched the coffee drip in the glass jug, the aroma slowly filling the kitchen as she inhaled deeply. She had just flicked the switch to warm and was about to pour the coffee into the cups when she heard the bathroom door open and close again, seconds later Jack appeared by her side still sporting a slightly silly grin. Making the coffee she slid his cup towards him and he picked it up, cradling it between both his big hands. Sam picked hers up and glanced around the kitchen, checking everything was clean and in order.

"Come on neat freak, you have some secrets to share with me." Smirking as he walked away and headed to the lounge.

Sam followed behind him wondering just how many secrets both of them would give away before the sun came up.