Chapter Six
"Are you Done?"
Mid-morning and Sam and Jack both lay in bed. Jack lay on his back had his eyes shut, pretending to be sleep. Sam knew he was awake anyway. She was cradled in his arm, head on his chest. She nuzzled his ear, kissing it.
He ignored her, thinking to himself. How did that old song go? "All day, all night Maryanne. Who in the hell do you think I am, Superman?"
"Samantha."
"Hummm?"she replied, biting his ear lobe.
"Sam," Jack said, annoyance, stress, and a weary exhaustion in his voice. "Tell me your done, right?"
"I don't know," she said, stroking his chest.
"For crying out loud Sam, I'm not Superman!" he objected.
"All evidence to the contrary."
That stopped him. Man, she was right there. He smiled and shook his head. It was like being a teenager - only it was never that good when he was a teenager!
"I lost count at seven," he told her.
She sighed. "Oh, well, that was early in the night."
They both laughed out loud. For a long, long time. Until it hurt. It was madness. They were both seriously disturbed. The laughter became giggling. Then Sam leaned over and kissed him, biting and playing with his lips. "Com'on Jack, lets go again."
"You're not serious???"
Sam laughed lightly, and then rolled over on to her back, and smiled languidly. "Nah. I was just teasing. I am definitely done. Through. Finished. Cured. Satisfied. Like wow."
"Yeah," he agreed. A thought struck him, and he rolled over to look at her. "You're not mad?"
"I was mad. Insane. Half crazed. Now I feel good. Normal. Better than normal. Think we could get away with doing this again tonight when we get back?"
"I don't know. No alien influence." He stopped, considering. "You know Sam, I kind of feel like we have already had the honeymoon. Want to get married?"
"Absolutely." She replied in an instant.
He grinned, shocked. "Whoa! Is this the real Sam I am speaking to? Don't you have to "think" about it? What about career, SG1, regulations, gate travel and on and on and on?"
"Who gives a shit?" she replied, calm, relaxed and stress free - perhaps for the first time in years. "We'll work it out."
Jack lay back and drew her to him, softly stroking her hair. "Cool! I think I'm going to like this new "Act first, think later, Sam."
"I think I am the 'Just been laid, really, fully satisfied for the first time in her life, Sam.' It is hard to take things too seriously, when you feel like I do right now!"
"You know, I think that is what we need. We both just need more sex! But not right now," he added quickly, making sure that she understood him. If he did any more of THAT then things would probably start falling off a man.
Mid-morning and Sam and Jack both lay in bed. Jack lay on his back had his eyes shut, pretending to be sleep. Sam knew he was awake anyway. She was cradled in his arm, head on his chest. She nuzzled his ear, kissing it.
He ignored her, thinking to himself. How did that old song go? "All day, all night Maryanne. Who in the hell do you think I am, Superman?"
"Samantha."
"Hummm?"she replied, biting his ear lobe.
"Sam," Jack said, annoyance, stress, and a weary exhaustion in his voice. "Tell me your done, right?"
"I don't know," she said, stroking his chest.
"For crying out loud Sam, I'm not Superman!" he objected.
"All evidence to the contrary."
That stopped him. Man, she was right there. He smiled and shook his head. It was like being a teenager - only it was never that good when he was a teenager!
"I lost count at seven," he told her.
She sighed. "Oh, well, that was early in the night."
They both laughed out loud. For a long, long time. Until it hurt. It was madness. They were both seriously disturbed. The laughter became giggling. Then Sam leaned over and kissed him, biting and playing with his lips. "Com'on Jack, lets go again."
"You're not serious???"
Sam laughed lightly, and then rolled over on to her back, and smiled languidly. "Nah. I was just teasing. I am definitely done. Through. Finished. Cured. Satisfied. Like wow."
"Yeah," he agreed. A thought struck him, and he rolled over to look at her. "You're not mad?"
"I was mad. Insane. Half crazed. Now I feel good. Normal. Better than normal. Think we could get away with doing this again tonight when we get back?"
"I don't know. No alien influence." He stopped, considering. "You know Sam, I kind of feel like we have already had the honeymoon. Want to get married?"
"Absolutely." She replied in an instant.
He grinned, shocked. "Whoa! Is this the real Sam I am speaking to? Don't you have to "think" about it? What about career, SG1, regulations, gate travel and on and on and on?"
"Who gives a shit?" she replied, calm, relaxed and stress free - perhaps for the first time in years. "We'll work it out."
Jack lay back and drew her to him, softly stroking her hair. "Cool! I think I'm going to like this new "Act first, think later, Sam."
"I think I am the 'Just been laid, really, fully satisfied for the first time in her life, Sam.' It is hard to take things too seriously, when you feel like I do right now!"
"You know, I think that is what we need. We both just need more sex! But not right now," he added quickly, making sure that she understood him. If he did any more of THAT then things would probably start falling off a man.