Chapter 7

Sam's POV - November 10th 2005 20.05 p.m.

Jack is talking quietly, asking me to wake up. I nuzzle closer to him and mumble "Five more minutes Jack" against his chest.

The clearing of a second male throat brings me fully alert within a second.

I poke my head up and feel a fiery blush spread from my face and downwards. Cameron, Teal'c and Daniel in the doorway to my living room, while Jack and I lay entwined on my couch with the afghan pulled over us to keep out the cold.

"Shit. Umm. Hi guys."

I feel a draft and adjust the afghan but the growl that issues from Jack's throat urges me to both keep still and move in the same instant. I listen to the good angel on my shoulder and keep very still.

This is sooo not my day. Although, it has had it's bonuses.

Dammit, concentrate Samantha.

"ColonelCarter." States Teal'c with amusement sparkling in his dark eyes. "We shall temporarily retire to the kitchen for beer."

"Thanks T." answers Jack against my neck as the Jaffa hauls both of my teammates out of the doorway giving us a chance to get out of this awkward situation.

Jack carefully draws back and sneaks a glance at the doorway before reaching for his briefs, leaving me under the afghan for a second before I hastily look around for my clothes. Jack pulls on his shirt and passes me my panties from their position against the wall and then my bra from the corner of the TV.

I quickly shove both items into the pocket of my pants, drawing them up as Jack grabs his own and throws my t-shirt and BDU jacket towards me. We glance around for any other misplaced clothing and to my horror I realise we've left a wet spot on my couch.

"Jack." I point to the spot, unable to make my mouth work properly.

"It's okay Sam, we'll get it cleaned. Throw a pillow over it for now." He takes the afghan from my hands and chucks the pillow casually over the mark, before drawing me out the door and upstairs, the stained afghan resting over his shoulder.

My inner devil longs to pinch the fine six wiggling up the stairs in front of me, but I hear hushed whispers from the kitchen and mentally slap her down.

We enter my bedroom and I finally let out the moan of despair that has been threatening to overwhelm me since I woke up. Jack gently takes me in his arms and I hide my face in his chest.

"It's okay Sam. It was just the guys. No one is going to think any less of you I promise. In fact, I think our reputation just got a big boost." He whispers against my hair and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Your ego, perhaps." I reply, drawing back with a deep breath and Jack leers at me, making me laugh.

His leer softens to a smile. "You gonna be okay?"

I mentally review the incident. In a few days I might be able to look back on it as funny… "Not right now, but I will be."

"You want me to get rid of the guys? I could go back to the SGC if you need to be alone?"

I smile and he breathes a sigh of relief. "You can be really sweet sometimes Jack O'Neill." I state and kiss him sweetly. "But if you think you're gonna leave me alone General, we'll have to arm wrestle."

"If we're going back downstairs you need a shower. And so do I. Hey… we could share? Saves time and water."

I giggle and shake my head. "Maybe later fly-boy. You first. I need a minute."

He watches me carefully for a few moments. "Okay." He heads for the bathroom, dropping the afghan in my washing basket as he goes.

I hunt around for some clean clothes for us both. My closet has a small selection of Jack's civvies and I pull out his jeans, some briefs and a white t-shirt, laying them on the bed before hunting for my own clothes. I take off my dog tags and place them carefully on my dresser.

A minute later, Jack comes out of my bathroom with just a towel around his waist, scrubbing his hair dry with a hand towel. I catch myself staring before he can call me on it and walk past him into the bathroom. "Back in a second. Wait for me."

"Always." Comes his soft reply as I close the door.

I step in the shower and scrub down, washing my hair quickly before switching off the water and stepping out. I glance in the mirror and catch sight of the hickey on my collarbone. At least he's discrete. I brush my teeth and head back into the bedroom. Jack is seated on the bed, fully dressed, fiddling with my dog tags and the ring still attached to them.

He keeps his eyes on the ring as I dress and brush my hair, before I gently remove the chain from his grasp and slip it back around my neck, tucking the tags and the ring beneath my shirt, as hidden as the hickey he gave me. "How do I look?"

"Hot. Sexy. Gorgeous."

I giggle again as he stalks towards me, backing me against the wall, as he promised earlier. We share a brief kiss before Jack draws back with a curse, stomping to the closet and pulling out a shirt. He draws it on, leaving it buttoned but untucked.

"Downstairs Colonel, now." He orders and I smirk wickedly at him, before preceding him out of my room and downstairs. His hand rests on the small of my back as I hesitate in the doorway to the kitchen. "Love you Sam." He whispers in my ear, before striding into the room. "Hey guys. You haven't drunk all our good beer have you?"

SJ JS SJ JS

A/N: Okay people, probably the last chapter until 14th September, as I will be 'net-less while I move home. I will get around to the actual plot… eventually. ;) Thanks for all the lovely reviews.