Te Amare
Disclaimer: There's still not mine and I'm still not making any money off of this. The only thing I get out of it, is the satisfaction of writing down what I see in my head and the relief of not going crazy!
A/N: Again, same long chapter as before; just betaed it.
Chapter 7:Friendly Conversations and a Song
"Great party, huh, Sam?" Cassie asked as she sat down next to Sam and stole a sip from her wine glass.
Sam gave her a mock frown and took the glass back. "Yes, it's a great party. I can't believe Daniel did all this."
"Why not? You must know that after watching you guys dance around each other for almost ten years, we all wanted to celebrate you guys finally getting married. Heck, in some ways I think this party is more for us than for you guys."
"I guess we really did dance around a lot, didn't we?" Sam asked with sheepish grin.
"Yeah, you did. But don't worry, we all understand why you guys did it. We're just glad that you could finally stop the dance and do something more constructive."
"Yeah, well. Believe me, you guys are not any happier than we are. And I just meant that I can't believe that Daniel did all this by himself in only two weeks and was able to keep it from me."
"Oh, well. He didn't exactly do it by himself. Vala and I helped. And so did Teal'c and Cameron. And I don't know why you are surprised that he could keep it a secret. From what I hear he was able to keep Jack's engagement plans a secret." She reminded Sam with a smirk worthy of Jack himself.
Sam just stared at her for a few moments and said, "You, young lady, have been spending much too much time with a certain Major General."
"Not anymore than you have. And it hasn't really done us any harm, has it?"
"No, it hasn't." Sam agreed with a laugh, thinking that spending all that time with Jack has done a lot of things for her life, but harm wasn't one of those.
"Hey, what are these?" Cassie asked s she saw the transportation stones that Thor had given Sam and Jack as an engagement present.
"Oh, those are Asgard transportation devices that Thor was kind enough to give Jack and me as a present."
"Really? Wow, that's really cool." Cassie said as she examined the cool stones. "How do they work?"
"I'm not exactly sure, yet. I'll figure it out soon, though." Sam said as she too, took a stone and studied it, just as Cassie was doing. After a few moments, though, she put it back in its box and said, "You know what was really interesting, though? Jack knew what they were as soon as he saw them. Didn't even have to ask what they were."
Cassie looked at Sam for a few heartbeats and said, "Really? Uh, that is interesting. But, why do you sound so surprised. You know Jack is a lot smarter than he lets on."
"Yes, I know, but still. I mean there's a difference between being smart and knowing what strange looking stones are."
"I guess." Cassie responded. "But it really isn't that surprising. I mean Jack does spend a lot of time with Thor and the Asgards. It stands to reason that he must have seen the stones before and that's why he knows what they are."
"You're right. Of course you're right." Sam agreed with Cassie. She was making a lot of sense but Sam couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than that.
"So, have you got any plans for the wedding?" Cassie asked.
"Oh, yes," Answered Sam, forgetting all about the mystery in her enthusiasm for her new favorite subject. "We want a traditional church wedding and since we both graduated from the Air Force Academy we'll be having it in the Academy chapel. I talked to the Chaplain a few days ago, and they have an opening in six months. So, that's when we'll be having it."
"Really?" asked Cassie a bit surprised. "You want a church wedding? I thought that it was Pete that wanted it last time."
Though the subject of Pete was still an uncomfortable one for Sam, especially after the afternoon's encounter, she always answered Cassie's questions. "Yes, well, it was." Then she took a big breath and admitted what she had never admitted out loud before. "I didn't really care about it one way or another. I wasn't enthusiastic about any of the plans."
"No, really?" Cassie snorted sarcastically. She was about to laugh out loud, when she noticed Sam's face. "Oh, Sam," she said laying her hand on top of Sam's on the table. "But, really, we could all tell how much you were not into the whole wedding thing."
"Really?" Sam asked, surprised.
"Oh, yes." Cassie answered, nodding her head up and down.
"Oh, I didn't . . ." Sam trailed off and then, "All of you?"
"Yes, all of us."
"But, why didn't any of you say something?"
"What could we said, Sam? You were pretty determined to go through with it, even if you didn't actually look happy with the idea." Cassie shook her head. "You wouldn't really have heard any of us. And the only one you would have heard couldn't say anything.
"Yeah," Sam nodded her head, thinking back to the time when she showed Jack the ring Pete had given her and how despite everything he'd said, he hadn't actually said much – at least not much of what she wanted to hear. "I really don't know what I was thinking. And I can't believe I let it get that far."
"Yeah, neither could we," Cassie agreed but she softened her tone when she saw Sam grimace. "But the important thing is that you called it off. That no matter how far you might have let it get, you didn't let it get that far. You stopped it in time."
"I guess," Sam said but she still couldn't completely shake the guilt that had come over her when she saw Pete that afternoon. She had pushed it aside, determined not to let it spoil this special night. And she had succeeded for the most part, but Cassie's mention of the aborted wedding, brought it all back and now Sam couldn't seem to put it aside again. "But I hurt so many people, Cass. Not only myself, but both Jack and Pete. And neither one deserved it. It wasn't Jack's fault that the regulations prevented us from being together and it wasn't Pete's fault that I couldn't love him like he deserved. The only thing they both did was love me. And the only thing I did was hurt them, when that was the last thing I wanted to do."
"Sam," Cassie said gently as she tightened her hold on Sam's hand. "You have to let that go. Yes, you hurt them both. But, like you said, you didn't mean to and they know that. And because they both love you, I'm sure neither one blames you. I know uncle Jack doesn't. I know it was tough calling the wedding off so close to the date of it. But, it would have been much harder if you had actually gone through with it – and you would have hurt them both much more."
"Yes, I know. Still, I . . ."
"No, Sam, no still. The past is past. Over and done with. Now you have to look to the future. Leave the guilt and regrets for some other time, tonight is your engagement party to Uncle Jack. And unlike your last one, I know this is something you've looked forward to for almost ten years and that you're about as happy as you can be." Cassie straightened and with a fake glare, ordered Sam to, "Put those bad thoughts out of your head and have fun. This is a party for crying out loud," in her best imitation of a certain Major General.
Sam laughed and answered, "Ma'am, yes, Ma'am."
Cassie and Sam were still laughing when Vala joined them at the table. "Hey, what'cha doing?"
Sam turned to look at her, and with a wide grin, said, "You have been spending way too much time with Jack. I guess we all have, huh?"
"Yeah," Cassie answered. "But there are worse ways to spend one's time."
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." Sam answered with a dreamy sigh and with a look in her eyes that told Cassie and Vala that she had just left them to go to a place much more pleasant.
"Ahem," said Cassie, waving a hand in front of Sam's face. "Earth to Colonel Carter, soon to be O'Neill."
That brought Sam back, but she got a goofy grin at the mention of her name change.
"So, what were you guys talking about?" Vala asked when it was clear that Sam was back with them.
"Oh, not much. Just talking about the wedding plans." Cassie answered.
"Oh, good. Can I help? I want to help." Vala said with enthusiasm.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked, surprising Cassie, who knew that Sam and Vala had become very friendly and had been expecting that Sam would gladly accept the other woman's help.
"Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?" Vala asked as she took a sip of her drink.
"Oh, I don't know. I guess because every time I've mentioned anything relating to the wedding these last few days, you always seemed preoccupied with something else and seemed to be barely paying attention." Sam answered with something close to a glare.
Vala, however, just waved it away, not the least bit disturbed by Sam's annoyance. "That was just because I was busy helping Daniel plan this little shindig and I knew that I'd get involved as soon as I heard you talking and I didn't have the time. Besides, the more time I spent around you, the bigger the chances that I'd spoil the surprise."
Sam knew just how true the last statement was. For a former space pirate, Vala was, surprisingly enough, quite unable to keep a secret around Sam. "Ok, I guess I can understand that." Sam said grudgingly.
Cassie had to turn her head to hide her grin while Vala just sipped her wine impassively and then said, "So, have you guys set a date?" She had been doing some research into the whole Tauri wedding rituals and had learned that setting the date was an important and sometimes time consuming process.
"Yeah, in six months." Sam answered.
"Six months? Why that long?" Asked Vala, who couldn't imagine waiting that long for something she really wanted – not if she had anything to say about it. She so did not understand the whole Tauri concept of delayed gratification.
"Because that's the date the chapel is available."
Unlike Cassie, Vala accepted the idea of Sam and Jack marrying in a church very calmly. She just nodded as if that was expected, which according to all the magazines she'd read, it was. "So, can I be a bride's maid?" Vala asked, finally getting to what she wanted to know – she really didn't believe in waiting and beating around the bush when she wanted to know something.
Sam looked at her a moment before smiling and saying, "Yes, of course. I wouldn't have it any other way." She then turned to Cassie and said, "Would you be my Maid of Honor? I know you're a bit young and if Janet were here she'd be it. But without her, then . . ." Sam trailed off, swallowing hard; even after all this time, there were moments where Janet's absence hit Sam particularly hard.
Cassie once again took Sam's hand and said, "I know, Sam. And it would be an honor." Sam gripped Cassie's hand hard for a few minutes, while they regained their composure and Vala sipped her drink giving them the time they needed.
A few moments later, Cassie cleared her throat and said, "Ok, well. Where should we start? Do you guys really want a traditional wedding?" Somehow, Cassie still had a bit of trouble picturing that. She didn't know why, exactly; it wasn't as if Jack and Sam were all that liberal – it was just, that she didn't really see them as really traditional either. What, with their jobs and life styles, in some ways they were anything but traditional.
"Yes, Cassie, we're sure. This will be our only wedding. Well, it'll be the only time that I'll get married and I find that I want it to be an occasion to remember. I want it to be something special and beautiful and there's something comforting about doing it the same way countless generations had done it before me. And Jack agrees. In fact, I think he's really pleased; you know that he's really an old-fashioned guy at heart."
"Yeah, I know. I guess I just didn't think you did." Cassie answered.
"I knew," said Vala matter of factly. At Cassie's look, she said, "What? I did."
"Anyway," Sam said before an argument broke out. For some reason, as well as Vala and Cassie got along, they just loved to get into the sort of arguments that Jack and Daniel were known for. Sam hadn't really figured out why, she just knew that they all seemed to enjoy them. And they were amusing, but now really wasn't the time. "We both want it traditional and classy. With a big reception afterwards and . . ." a big laugh from the other side of the room interrupted what she was going to say next. The three of them turned their heads towards the sound and smiled at the sound of all the guys laughing over their drinks. They then turned back and started talking about the wedding again.
The guys, meanwhile, finished laughing and were talking animatedly. "I'm telling you guys, this party was more for us than for you. In fact, you're only here because, well, it's kind hard to throw an engagement party without an engaged couple." Daniel kidded Jack, who was well aware of it.
"Yeah, Jack," Ferrati agreed with Daniel, "the amount of sexual tension that we all had to live through," he said as he shook his head. "There were times I felt like having a cigarette after watching the two of you go at it. I'm just glad that you finally got it resolved. I'm telling you there was never a room so full of relieved people as the gate room was when you kissed Sam after your farewell speech."
"Yeah," said Reynolds, "nor were there ever so many bets settled all at one time. Man, some people made out like bandits." And they all turned to look at Teal'c and Daniel, who had, interestingly enough, won the most.
"What?" said Daniel with an innocent face that didn't really fool anyone present. "We just got lucky. Didn't we, Teal'c?"
"Indeed, we did, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c answered in his deep tone.
Reynolds, who Jack often thought had more guts than brains, said, "Yeah, and the fact that you are their best friends had nothing to do with it."
"No, it did not." Teal'c said in a tone that meant the subject was closed and that even Reynolds knew better than to ignore it.
"Besides," Daniel, who never knew when to keep his mouth shut, added. "We weren't the only ones to really win. Jonas here also won quite a bit, didn't you, Jonas?"
"Well, yes. I did" answered Jonas, with his characteristic smile in place.
"Um, and the fact that the other members of SG-1 were the ones to win the most doesn't seem a bit peculiar to anyone else?" asked Hastings, a Major from SG4.
"It only means that we know them better than you, that's all." Daniel answered.
"You know that in the real world that means inside information, don't you? And it could you get a jail sentence." Sweeney, a Lt. Colonel from the legal department added.
"Oh, please. Just knowing the participants does not mean we had inside information," scoffed Daniel.
"Daniel is right. If I understand the concept of inside information correctly, then we would have had to know in advance of placing our bets when and how Sam and General O'Neill would get together. And we didn't know that. We were just better at making a guess." Jonas added.
"You know," Jack, who had been listening to the good-natured discussion going around him with great interest, said in a silky tone of voice that Daniel and Jonas knew from experience was really very dangerous. "I find fascinating the fact that you guys not only bet on my love life, but that you obviously felt comfortable enough about it to talk about it in front of me. Really, guys, your courage astounds me, especially you guys." He said nodding towards the military guys. "I mean, I've given up trying to intimidate these guys," and he nodded towards Teal'c, Daniel and Jonas, "but you. Well, you guys, I can still intimidate because I can make your lives hell and yet here you stand joking about my love life."
"Oh, give it up, Jack" Said Reynolds. "You knew all about the betting and never said anything about it. You can't very well lose your head over it now when we're at your engagement party."
Jack just glared at him for a few seconds until Reynolds flinched and turned away, just to make sure he still had the ability to intimidate the pants off his subordinates. Daniel, who knew what he was doing, had to raise his glass to his lips to hide the grin at Jack's antics.
"I do believe that the time is appropriate to begin a new wager." Teal'c announced suddenly. "Do you not agree?"
"You know, Teal'c," said Daniel, "I think you're onto something there. With Jack and Sam getting married, most of the bets have been settled. Maybe we should bet on when they'll tie the knot. Oh, wait, you already set a date, didn't you Jack?"
"Yes, we did," Jack said, shaking his head and muttering something about getting another drink and how he never got any respect anymore. He turned and headed towards the bar, leaving the rests of the guys to their talk about bets. As he was approaching the bar he noticed that Walter had joined the group and was writing something down in a black book that seemed to have come from nowhere.
"Another Guinness, please." He said to the bartender and then turned toward Jonas, who had followed him to the bar, and asked him if he wanted a refill.
"No, thanks, General."
"Please, Jonas, I'm not on duty and you're not on my team anymore. Hell, you're not even part of the SGC anymore. We're all here as friends, call me Jack." He said as he took the beer from the bartender and took a sip.
"Ok, Jack. I guess, I just wasn't sure that you considered me a friend." Jonas admitted.
Jack winced and took another swallow, before replying. "Yeah, I know I wasn't the friendliest or even the most cordial of CO's for much of your stay with us. But that really had much more to do with me and my reaction to Daniel's ascension than with you or your work. I always respected your abilities and your convictions. I know what it must have taken for you to turn your back on your people and come to Earth just to clear Daniel's name. I guess I never really told you, but I really appreciated it. And I admired you for it."
Jonas just gaped at Jack, not really believing what he was hearing. He had known that the General liked him well enough and to learn that he considered Jonas a friend was a very nice confirmation. But to actually hear, from his lips, that he admired Jonas, was incredible. Jonas had served on the same team with the man for a little over a year and had seen him in action. And Reynolds and the others were right, that sort of closeness gave one an insight into the character of a person that few people ever get. He knew what kind of man Jack O'Neill was and to receive such praise from a man whose most effusive compliment usually was 'well done', was really an honor beyond Jonas' wildest dream.
"I don't know what to say," Jonas began, much to the amusement of Jack who had often wondered what would take to render Jonas speechless. "Except, thank you. You don't know what that means to me."
Jack just shrugged, he had meant what he'd said and didn't regret saying it, but he really didn't want the conversation to turn too emotional. "You don't have to say anything. I just said something I should have said before." And then before they could really get too sentimental, he turned the conversation to more practical matters. "Was there a reason you followed me to the bar? Or did you just want a refill
Jonas looked at his half-full glass and then said, "Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about. But I realized now is not the time. I was actually hoping that I could get an appointment to come talk to you later on."
Jack considered Jonas for a minute and then said, "Well, you'll either have to come over tomorrow morning or come to DC later on because I'm leaving early the next day." He paused and took in Jonas's expression. "Or we could just go over to that table," pointing at a table to the side, "and you could tell me what's bothering you."
Jonas looked at Jack in surprise. He knew Jack could be a very kind man when he wanted to but hadn't thought that he would offer to hear him out during his engagement party. If Sam had been there, she would have told him that this was just an example of Jack's 'Mr. Fix it' attitude. Jack, on the other hand, just thought that it was part of his duties as a CO and a friend.
"Come on," Jack said, slapping Jonas on the shoulder and guiding him towards the table, effectively taking the decision out of his hands.
Jonas dutifully followed Jack, just like he had always done. They reached the table and sat down, took a few sips of their drinks and enjoyed each other's company. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Jonas took a deep breath and began talking. "Jack, have you ever felt homesick?"
Jack looked at Jonas over the rim of his glass as he wondered where the younger man was going with this line of questioning but he decided to just follow and see where this was going. "Of course I've felt homesick. A number of different times, in fact." He took another sip of his drink and continued, "The first time was when I was away at camp; then at different times in my career, especially when I've been stranded and unable to get home. Why?"
Instead of answering Jack's question, Jonas asked another one of his own, "Do you think you can be homesick when you're already home?"
Jack looked hard at Jonas, on the brink of demanding what was it he wanted to talk about, but there was something on the other man's face that stopped him. Plus, he had a pretty good idea what it was that was bothering him. And because he was sure he knew what was wrong and because this was Jonas, Jack decided to answer truthfully and more in depth than he would have answered anyone else that had not been a member of SG1. "I know you can be home and be homesick. I mean, SGC is home to me, but when I was promoted to General and the guys kept going through the 'Gate without me, I found myself feeling homesick in the same hallways that had always been such a haven before. And when I moved to DC, my new apartment – my 'home' was just a place where I slept. My home was here with the guys."
He paused to take another sip of his drink and to let Jonas absorb the fact that Jack was in fact talking seriously about emotional issues without a gun pointed at his head. "Jonas, home is not a place but the feelings you get when you're surrounded by the people you love. As much as I hate clichés, this one applies: home is where the heart is. And that isn't necessarily the same place where you go to sleep at night. Family, wherever they are and however they came to be, is what really makes up a home."
After a few seconds of silence, Jonas sighed and said, "Yes, I kinda figured that. "
"Good. That means you're smarter than most people. But then, I always knew you were bright. Now, do you want to tell me what's bugging you?"
"I want to come home. Do you think there's a place for me at the SGC?" Jonas said and would have surprised the hell out of anyone else but Jack had already seen this coming for a while now, and he only smiled at the way Jonas referred to Earth as home.
"Oh, I'm sure we could work something out. I mean we could always use talented people and like I just said, you're very bright." Jack answered nonchalantly.
"You're not surprised?" Asked Jonas, incredulously.
Jack finished his drink before answering, "No, not really. I mean you've been coming to visit every two weeks for the past what? Six months? And every time you've stayed a bit longer and seemed more reluctant to leave than the time before. It doesn't take a genius to figure out something's wrong back in Kellowna. What I don't know is what it is that's gone wrong."
"Where do I start?" Jonas asked sarcastically before he finally started telling Jack what was going on. "I just don't fit in back there anymore, Jack. Not only do I miss you guys terribly but I just can't seem to find my place. And if that wasn't bad enough, there's no one there I can talk to or who can help me. They either still think I'm a traitor because I came and stayed here when I knew the dangers that existed out in space and think I'll always look out for Earth's interest over those of Kellowna. Or they see me as the catalyst for all the changes that Kellwona has gone through in the last few years. It doesn't matter that I had nothing to do with them or that I don't even agree with quite a few of them."
Jonas paused for a while and then said, "Jack, you know that I have no family back there. My parents died when I was little and I've never had any contact with the extended family. There's nothing that ties me there; nothing to stop from coming back.
Jack only asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure." Jonas answered him quietly but firmly.
"Then all I have to say is welcome back," Jack said extending his hand.
Jonas took it gladly and asked with a hopeful grin, "I don't suppose that there's any way I could go back to SG1?"
Jack laughed and shook his head, "I don't think so. I mean I know that they'd all love to have you back, especially Sam and Teal'c. But I don't know how good an idea it would be to have 5 people to a team when two of them just happen to be the best archeologist/linguist and all around know-it-alls we have." Jack answered but seeing Jonas' down face and knowing full well how much Sam wouldn't like it if Jonas came back to the SGC but not SG1, he added, "I'm sure, however, that you could be an unofficial member. I mean you could pitch in and help the other teams whenever there was a need and when there wasn't you'd be 'temporarily' assigned to SG1." Jack said this knowing full well that the 'temporarily' would become permanent pretty damn quick and Jonas would only go out with other teams whenever there was an illness or such other emergency.
Jonas knew this too and was more than happy to accept. Besides, he kind of liked the idea of serving with the other teams. He'd always gotten along great with everyone in the SGC and this way he'd have more opportunity to get to know them.
They spent a while longer talking about logistics and then they moved to how things had been going with Jack in DC. A few moments later Daniel came over. "Hey, what are you guys doing all the way over here by yourselves?"
"Nothing much. Just talking." Jack answered as he laid back against his seat.
"Really? What about?" The ever curious Daniel, who seemed unable to let a conversation go by without trying to find what it was about, asked as he sat next to Jonas.
"Oh, you know, this, that and Jonas coming back to the SGC." Jack answered dryly.
"Oh, that's good," Daniel said before it registered what Jack had said. "Wait a minute, wait a minute here. Did you just say that Jonas is coming back to the SGC?"
"Yes, Daniel, I did." Jack answered matter-of-factly.
"Oh, really? Well, that's great." Daniel said with a big smile. "Can he come back to SG1?" Though Daniel had never really served with Jonas, except for that very first mission after his descension when he wasn't all back yet, he had heard enough stories from Sam and Teal'c and he had been around Jonas enough to know he would make a great addition to the team. In fact, Daniel was looking forward to having someone else on the team that shared his love of all things ancient.
"No," Jack answered and not-surprisingly, watched as Daniel's face fell just like Jonas's had earlier. "At least not officially. SG1 already has the four members it needs; so it'd be a waste of resources to officially assign Jonas to it. However, we don't really have an opening in any other SG team right now, so he'll just pitch in wherever he's needed and be attached to SG1 whenever he's not. He'll of course be assigned to an SG team as soon as an opening occurs."
Daniel smiled, pleased with the solution because he knew as well as the other two did, that Jonas would not be assigned to any other SG team and would become a defacto member of SG1. Hell, in the mind of most everyone he was still a member of SG1. Because it was like they said: 'Once an SG1 member, always an SG1 member.'
Just as Daniel was about to ask more details about Jonas' move, the mike came on and they all heard Sam's voice.
"Hello, hello." Sam said until she had the attention of everyone in the room. "Hi. First of all, I - and I'm sure Jack does too - want to thank all of you for coming tonight to celebrate this wonderful moment with us. We really appreciate it; especially those of you that have come such a long way just to celebrate with us." She paused as everyone applauded each other. After it quieted down, she went on. "I also wanted to thank Daniel, Vala and Cassie for planning such a great surprise. I really didn't think you had it in you. Especially Daniel, who up to two weeks ago, I would have sworn couldn't keep a secret from me to save his life. Turns out he's kept two very important, very big secrets from me. Now, I'm wondering what else he's been keeping from me."
She paused again as the crowd laughed. "Ok, now that the thanks are done, on to the reason I'm up here. As you know, Jack proposed two weeks ago and he did it beautifully. He chose a song that fit exactly what he wanted to say. So now I want to dedicate a song to him. A song that says exactly what I feel. So, please Jack come on up here and dance with me." Sam put down the mike and came to the dance floor while the room cheered, laughed and applauded and Jack was pushed to the front by his ever faithful friends.
Just as Jack reached Sam, the first few notes of Shakira's 'Underneath your Clothes' started playing. Sam put her arms around Jack's neck as he put his around her waist. She threaded her fingers through his hair and started singing along with the song while she looked right in his eyes.
You're a song
Written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them
She took one of her hands from around his neck and put it over his heart and patted his chest as she sang along:
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
She leaned in to whispered in his ear, "And I was a really good girl for a long time, wasn't I, Sir?"
Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other
She looked him in the eyes and repeated his vow to her, "always, we have always and will always belong to each other. Won't we?" Jack could only nod his assent.
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
She leaned in again to whisper, "And don't you ever forget it." And then she lightly bit his ear lobe just to show that it really wouldn't be a good idea to mess with her.
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
I love you more than all that's on the planet
Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing
You know it's true
Oh baby it's so funny
You almost don't believe it
As every voice is hanging from the silence
Lamps are hanging from the ceiling
Like a lady tied to her manners
I'm tied up to this feeling
She winked and said, "And I've enjoyed every single minute of it."
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey
Sam leaned in close and kiss Jack sweetly on the lips as the last notes of the song faded away. After a while, when the kiss threatened to go wilder than it was prudent, the cheers and whistles got loud enough to penetrate their little world. With a sheepish smile, they separated and with the smile that she only gave him, Sam said, "I love you, Jack.
