Sam can't get over the fact that they are flying to The Bahamas. Jack O'Neill paid for the first-class seats. She told him it was already too much, but he told her she could plan the next vacation. She relaxed in the chair. He gave her the window, and she looked down through the clouds.

"It never gets old, does it?" Jack asked.

"Not really," Sam claimed.

"It would have been nice to fly ourselves," Sam claimed.

Jack smiled.

"I don't think they'd let us land a fighter jet, and I'm pretty sure that would be your choice of transportation," Jack stated.

Sam laughed.

"You're right."

"Why don't you ask General Hammond to get you flight hours in when we get back?" Jack asked.

"That would be nice, but I'm too busy. When things calm down." Sam claimed.

"We'll be dead," Jack said.

Sam just looked at him.

"I know you're doing essential work, but seriously Sam, you got to take a break, and it's not a break if your flying for work purposes," Jack claimed

Sam just looked at Jack. She knew the man was only trying to be helpful, so instead of what she wanted to say she stopped herself and leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around her, and she fell asleep.

Sam woke up to the plane, dropping and Jack reading a book. Sam smiled up at him and stretched.

The landing was a bit rough, and Sam was once again surprised they had a car waiting for them. They were on Grand Bahama's Island and had a hotel on Cable Beach. The white sand was beautiful, and the sun was warm against their skin. Sam didn't even want to check in; she just wanted to go down to the beach. When they finally got to her room, the balcony showed the ocean, the palm trees, and the garden with tropical plants to the side. The salty air and the warm breeze was beautiful. Jack came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Is this okay?" Jack asked.

"It's perfect." Thank you. Sam stated.

We're here for the next seven days. I haven't planned anything. I wanted you to have a vacation, so whatever you want to do." Jack stated.

Sam smiled.

"Book your fishing trip," Sam claimed.

"Seriously?" Jack asked.

"Seriously," Sam stated.

Jack turned her around and kissed her lips. His hands fell to her hips, and then he put his hands under her shirt.

"Plenty of time for that, let's go to the beach," Sam claimed.

Jack groaned.

"If you just wanted to stay in the hotel the whole time, you should have taken me to Alaska, or Siberia or something," Sam claimed.

Jack sighed and walked back into the hotel room. It was a king-sized suite, so they had plenty of room. Sam closed to curtains and began to strip. Jack couldn't help but watch.

"You getting ready, or am I going to the beach all alone?" Sam asked as she pulled on a green swimsuit. It was a two-piece, simple bikini, and Jack couldn't help but stare at her. She smiled and slowly walked passed him, and he turned his head. She dug through her bag for a t-shirt and slipped it on and then a pair of shorts. Jack was still watching her.

"Jack!" Sam snapped.

"Right, the beach, yeah, we can do that," Jack stated.

Sam rolled her eyes at him but waited patiently for him to change too, she grabbed some towels. Jack had brought sunscreen. She grabbed the bottled water sitting on their dresser.

The hotel had their private beach, and although there were many people, it was easy to find space; there were lounging chairs all around, and Sam grabbed one. She laid on it, having the sun warm her. Jack laid beside her.

"This is nice." He claimed.

"Mmmhmm," Sam stated, and Jack tried to relax. People walked near them they'd both crack an eye making sure everything was fine and close their eyes again. The waves crashing onto the sand was relaxing; the breeze felt good. They laid like that for several hours, taking everything in.

Finally, Jack had mentioned food, which made Sam realize how hungry she was. They got up and walked over to the beachside bar and grill and placed their orders. Both of them ordered drinks and kept them coming. Jack could tell Sam was a little tipsy when she started giggling at just about everything he said. She was genuinely relaxed, and it was a rare moment for them.

When they finished there meals, Jack had talked Sam into going back up to the hotel room. She agreed, knowing she was intoxicated. She stood up, and the world was spinning, but she didn't want Jack to know how the alcohol was affecting her, so she stayed planted to the one spot. Jack quickly saw through her.

"You gonna make it?" Jack asks.

"Of course," Sam claimed. She took the first shaky step like it was a significant accomplishment, and Jack hid the smirk and sauntered through the hotel entrance and onto the elevator.

Sam had fallen back into him on the elevator ride up, and he leaned against the wall. His face was flush, and she felt warm to the touch.

The elevator dinged, and they got off and back into their room.

Sam plopped on the couch, and Jack joined her. She quickly crawled into his lap. Jack was rubbing his hand up and down her arm. She yawned and looked at him. He smiled at her, and she kissed his lips.

"Sorry, I'm too drunk to do anything else," Sam claimed.

Jack smirked

"So you own up to it," Jack stated.

"Yeah, I can't remember the last time I consumed that much alcohol," Sam claimed.

"Yeah, you do, on the planet with the Aneal people," Jack claimed.

"Oh yeah! We couldn't taste the alcohol Teal'c was the only one sober enough to dial the gate and suggested we leave. But I don't remember it, so it doesn't count." Sam giggled.

"I think we need to get you to bed," Jack stated.

"It's too early," Sam mumbled.

"I don't think so, we'll start the day fresh," Jack claimed.

Sam looked around as if she was going to find the answer to something but didn't and suddenly hopped up.

"Shower first." She claimed.

Jack nodded and wanted to join her, but it would lead to only pent-up frustration, and Sam made it clear she was too drunk to do anything else. So he waited patiently until she came out a towel wrapped around her, and she changed while he showered himself.

She was already asleep when Jack was done. He ran the towel through his hair, pulled some boxers on, and laid down next to Sam. She instantly turned over and wrapped her leg in between his and put an arm on his chest. He smiled and quickly fell asleep.

The sun came up too early, the clock said 6:30 am, but it would have only been 4:30 am back home. It took a second, but the hangover headache hit her suddenly, and she groaned in pain, then she realized her balder was overly full, and she needed to get up. She pulled her limbs free from Jack, who shifted around and woke up.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Mmm, fine," Sam mumbled.

She goes into the bathroom and digs through the medicine for some Asprin, and forces herself to drink a whole bottle of water.

She went to lay back down but found Jack awake.

"Last night was a bad idea," Sam claimed.

"You take something?" Jack asked.

"Asprin," Sam claimed.

"Close your eyes. You'll feel better in the morning.

"It is morning," Sam stated.

"Well, later morning," Jack said and turned back, closing his eyes.

Sam groaned and tried to back to sleep.

When Sam opened her eyes again, Jack was wheeling breakfast.

Her headache was still there, but it was dull and achy instead of a knife stabbing through her eye.

Jack had ordered what looked like the whole menu, bacon, eggs, toast, sausage, some kind of pastries, orange juice, milk, and coffee.

"You inviting someone else over to eat all this?" Sam asked.

"I was hungry," Jack explained.

Sam got up and stretched and walked over to the table as Jack spread out the foods. Instead of getting other plates, they just picked off the plate the food came on.

Sam was feeling much better after food entered her stomach.

"I know I told you I wanted you to pick somethings, but I called down for an island tour that starts at 1. I figure that may give you some better ideas," Jack stated.

Sam nodded her head.

They got on the tour bus, it was smaller than Sam had thought, and only about 10 of them were on it. They went all along the beach, pointing out various spots with jet ski rentals and parasailing. They talked about casinos and market stalls with fresh produce. They went through downtown and showed the high-end luxury shops and the local grocery stores. They passed by McDonald's. They were shown the botanical gardens and various statues. They were shown the bad parts of town as well. "The slums." the driver called it. Sam had looked around and felt she knew a little more about the place.

They decided a visit to the Botanical gardens would be nice, and parasailing would be fun. There were plenty of places to snorkel, but Sam admitted she didn't like the idea. There were glass bottom boats that she was more willing to do, and Jack quickly agreed. When they got back to the hotel, they promptly set up dates and times for everything they wanted to do.

They grabbed a late lunch and decided to go to the beach, and Jack had talked Sam into actually getting in the water today.

She smiled at him and rolled her eyes. They quickly changed and went to the beach once again, finding the chairs and laying their towels. Jack pulled off his shirt, and Sam stared at the man for a long time, wondering if she'd ever get used to him shirtless. Yes, work had led him to be shirtless numerous times, but she was in a different state of mind, for the most part. He grinned at her and pulled her from the chair. She pulled the lightweight dress from her middle and pulled over her head.

Jack scooped her up and took off running with her, knowing full well she could easily kick his ass, but he carried on, and when they got far enough into the water, he plopped her in.

"If you think that's gonna win you points, you're crazy," Sam claimed as she stood up.

They were far out past the break in the waves, but the water only came to her chest. The two walk a little further out.

She turns back to look out towards the ocean.

"It's beautiful," Sam claimed.

"It is." Jack agreed, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, and the two stayed there for a long time. The water bobbing them closer to shore.

The two start playing around and swimming, and Jack is showing off doing flips and handstands.

Sam just laughed at him.

The two of them swam back out to where Sam could barely reach the bottom. They were both reasonably strong swimmers, so Sam wasn't concerned, but she was hesitant to go any further. They were the furthest out, and no one even close to them. A big wave came, and the two rode it, letting it pick them up and plant them back down. Sam smiled and had loved the floating feeling. Jack had reached for her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You're beautiful," Jack claimed.

Sam blushed.

"I'm serious, Sam, I'm glad you're having fun," Jack claimed.

"I'm glad you're here too," Sam claimed. This time they were people watching for a while. Jack couldn't help himself and slowly inched his hands down her front.

"Jack!" Sam chastised as his fingers slipped into her bottoms waistband.

"Hmm." He said innocently.

"This water is crystal clear, someone could see you!" Sam claimed.

Jack pushed himself against her, and she could feel his hardness, and she couldn't help but bend her knees.

"Just say the word," Jack whispered.

"Mmm." Sam let out a groan.

"Not here," Sam claimed.

Jack closed his eyes and pulled away.

"Come on, follow right behind me. We'll go upstairs," Sam claimed.

Jack did as he was told and quickly wrapped the towel around himself, slightly embarrassed by the tenting shorts.

When they got into the elevator Sam kissed him and trailed her hand down his chest.

They barely made it in the door, both smelling of the salty seawater. Jack was kissing her, and she was pulling at his shorts. Jack was pulling at her top.

He was walking her back to the bedroom.

"No, the bed will get sandy." Sam protested.

Jack stopped and looked at her, wondering what she was thinking, and she pulled him onto the couch. It took him about 2 seconds before he back to undressing her.

This couch seems to be the perfect height Sam claimed and pushed her hips onto the arm. Jack stood up, and she was right, perfect alignment with him standing up, and he couldn't help getting excited about a new position. He entered her quickly, and she let out a moan, and he stayed there for a second, but Sam was already bucking her hips, and he was sure she would be the death of him. The pressure building up was intense, and at his age, he shouldn't have come as quickly, but before he knew it, he was done and utterly embarrassed. Sam looked up at him and could tell.

"Hey, we've got all day," Sam claimed.

Jack calmed down a little and helped her into a seated position. He kissed her lips and concentrated on her kissing down her lips, touching her breasts, grabbing bring his fingers to her core. She bucked into his hand, he smiled at her, nuzzled her neck, and lightly nipped at her causing her to moan out. She was already buzzing when he had finished, so it didn't take long before she went over the edge as well, wetting his hand breathing out quick breaths.

"I could do that all day," Jack claimed.

"Sounds like a plan," Sam claimed.

Jack smiled at her, and the two did play the rest of the day in the hotel room until Sam finally spoke up and said he'd made her extremely hungry. The two showered and set off to find the best food on the island.