Sam adjusted the falling neckline of her tank top for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

Cassie had delivered a suitcase of Sam's clothes to the SGC bright and early that morning, and Janet sent them in along with two more suitcases—one from Jack's house and one from Daniel's.

Sam was thrilled at first to be able to change out of her dirty clothes and into clean ones, but the garments in her suitcase were decidedly not what she'd been expecting to dress in.

It seemed that Cassie had passed up the modest and practical part of Sam's wardrobe and skipped right to the secret and sexy elements.

From the suitcase, Sam pulled cutoff denim shorts, sexy bras and underwear, and cute sleeveless tops (thankfully the long-torso variety)— —things that Sam had, indeed, bought for herself, but with no intention at the time of purchase that she'd be wearing them in front of Jack and Daniel.

...well, maybe in front of Jack. Someday.

But still, couldn't Cassie have thrown in at least one pair of Sam's full-length jeans and long-sleeved shirts?

It's a good thing they keep the room temperature comfortable here, Sam thought as she dressed in the bathroom. Otherwise I'd freeze to death.

The guys said nothing about her new attire when Sam joined them again. Daniel accepted it with just one casual glance, but Jack had a little more difficulty.

Not that he didn't like her outfit—quite the contrary, in fact. He secretly loved it, because it didn't cover up Sam's shoulders and arms and long shapely legs.

It was just very hard for Jack to get used to it without...you know...constantly looking.

Sam had caught him looking at her legs three times already. And he'd given her an innocent expression each time, of course. Hey, it wasn't his fault Sam had beautiful legs worth admiring, was it? Besides, it wasn't as if every single one of Sam's glances at him were all strictly platonic either.

Yes, Jack felt fully justified.

He turned to look Sam's way once more, but this time to ask her, "Hey Sam? Could you slap some more of that junk on my back?"

Sam's answer was delayed by a yawn. "Why me? It's Daniel's fault you have the rash. Make him do it."

"Actually, you'd be doing yourself a favor too," Daniel helpfully pointed out. "You could apply the ointment to our rashes, and the cream on your hand can soothe your own rash at the same time."

Sam considered this. At length, she answered, "Nah. I'd much rather just relax in front of the TV with my hand in this bucket."

"Come on, Sam...you do my back, I'll do yours," Jack bribed.

"My back doesn't itch," she reminded him neutrally, keeping her eyes on the TV screen.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a muscle massage."

Sam yawned again, masking her surprise and interest at the idea of Jack O'Neill giving her a massage of any kind. Darn those tranquilizers in the cream—they were making her too sleepy to think straight.

But a massage sounded good, no matter how sleepy she was. "All right...whatever," she agreed, getting up from the floor. Grabbing a glob of purple cream in each hand from the bucket, she quickly doctored Jack's back and then Daniel's. Then she flung herself face down on her bed, awaiting the massage Jack had promised.

In lieu of massage oil, Jack spread some of the medicated cream lightly across Sam's bare shoulders. He gently began the massage, his fingers smoothing over the soft skin he'd only ever been privileged to glimpse a few random precious times over the years.

Sam hadn't moved at all for quite some time since the massage started, and Jack now noticed that she'd fallen asleep.

And now that Jack thought about it, he was actually kinda tired, himself. He yawned, stretched his arms up over his head, and decided to take a nap too.

He shuffled off Sam's bed and started for the couch, but as soon as his feet touched the floor the couch seemed a mile away from him. Definitely too far to walk in his sleepy condition.

Jack sat down again on Sam's bed, yawned once more, and figured to himself that there was no reason why Sam couldn't share her nice comfy mattress for just a little while. Jack would have done the same for her without question, if the need ever arose. And besides, he was exhausted.