Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, all belong to their creators…love those Deluise guys though…

            Jack opened his eyes with difficulty. His mouth felt like the Sahara, including the fuzzy camel. His hand moved , feeling something soft. He carefully turned his aching head to see Sam, fast asleep.

His heart tripped painfully as he remembered what she had said. He tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but groaned in pain from the effort. The sound caused Sam's head to shoot up. She groaned too, her back was stiff, both from landing on the ground and sleeping bent over. She noticed that Jack's eyes were opened.

He smiled. "Drink?" he croaked. Sam stood and brought the cup and straw over so he could sip some water. No beer ever tasted better. When he was done he sighed. He looked at Sam, noticing the weariness in her eyes. He needed to make her smile.

"Such a badass. Screw my direct order? Is that what you said Carter?" He smiled in amusement at her wince.

"Um, yeah. But I was right." She said, not meeting his eyes.

"Hmmph." He huffed, trying to sound upset.

Sam looked into his eyes and saw the laughter, and something deeper that made her heart race.

"Carter, I need you more that you need me." he said quietly. He gently took her hand that was resting on the bed, linking their fingers. When Janet came around the curtain, she pretended to be blind and dumb.

"So Colonel, awake are we?" she stuck a thermometer in his mouth, taking his other wrist to check his pulse. At the beep, she checked his temp and scribbled something on the chart.

Jack winced, "Could we tone down the cheerful doctor routine? My head is killing me." He whined, trying to sound pitiful. Janet tut tutted, "Here's some meds for the pain and swelling. If you continue to be a good boy I can release you tomorrow, under supervision." She emphasized sternly.

"He can come home with me, Janet." Sam said.

"What?" Jack looked at Sam in surprise.

"Sir, it makes sense. You have stairs and I don't. It will be easier to move around at my place." Sam tried to make it sound like the most reasonable solution. "Done." Janet said. "I'll release him to your care at 0800 tomorrow. I'll notify General Hammond. He probably has placed you on stand down already." Janet said with satisfaction.

"Wait, don't I have a say in this?" Jack protested. Both women turned to him, and in unison said, "NO!."

"Shoot." He said, secretly pleased as punch.

One Week later

Jack was enthroned on Sam's couch, munching popcorn and watching hockey on the t.v. It was oddly cozy, Sam puttering in the kitchen, the sun shining in the windows, a piece of heaven, he was thinking, about to take a swallow of his drink when a resounding crash was heard, causing him to jerk and slopping the drink on his lap.

"Damn it!" Sam's voice came from the kitchen.

"Everything o.k. Carter?" he asked, listening to her grumble as the sounds of sweeping up broken glass were heard.

"I'm fine Sir." She said snappishly.

"Peachy. Can you get me a towel? I tried to wear my drink." Jack said.

"Be right there." Sam said. She entered the living room with a dish towel, and bending over proceeded to mop up his lap. Jack jerked, and grabbed her wrist. She looked up and saw heat in his eyes that made her swallow.

 "I'd better get it, or I might enjoy it too much." Jack gently took the towel from her hand and dabbed at his lap. Sam turned and fled to the kitchen. All she had wanted to do was strip the Colonel then and there and jump his bones.  She placed her hand against her frantically beating heart, willing it, and her hormones to settle down.

Jack was sitting on the couch, thoroughly aroused by the desire he had seen in Carters, no, Sam's eyes. He leaned back and tried to will the discomfort of his arousal back where it belonged. She was so beautiful, her blue eyes, short blond hair that just cried out for his fingers to run through it, the body he wanted to touch all over. Jack groaned, realizing his train of thought was so NOT helping him.

Sam heard him groan and quickly walked to check on him, thinking he was in pain. "Colonel?" she asked. He looked at her, and all of her good intentions flew out the window. "Jack?" she said huskily, desire evident in her voice. She moved over to his side, sitting on the edge of the couch. She took his hand and placed it on her chest, so he could feel her thundering heartbeat.

His eyes darkened, he took his hand and placed it behind her head, bringing her down for a searing kiss. He deepened the kiss, tasting her, feeling her opening her mouth to allow him to deepen it even more. They pulled back, gasping for air. He slowly reached for the buttons on her shirt, giving her a chance to change her mind. He so wanted to touch her.

Her eyes were on his, and she leaned forward to allow his better access to the buttons. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her neck. His tongue came out, licking lightly, causing her to shiver with desire. He pulled open her shirt, absolutely enjoying the lacy bra that she was wearing.

 "Nice underwear." He said huskily, tracing the top of the bra with a fingertip. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation. She had wanted this for so long and wanted to enjoy every second of it. He shifted around to get more comfortable, then leaned forward placing his mouth on the skin his finger had traced. Sam moaned and Jack smiled against her skin.

"Sam? Don't you think we should go somewhere more comfortable?" Jack asked, then he dipped his tongue under the material on her bra to swipe her nipple, causing her to arch and cry out. He pulled back, watching her come to her senses and look around. "Couch makes into a bed." She said, jumping up and moving the coffee table back. He stood up carefully, and eased out of the way with the help of a crutch as Sam pulled out the hide a bed. She quickly went to the linen closet, put sheets and a couple of pillows on the bed.

She then walked over to Jack and began to undress him quickly. She pulled off his black t-shirt over his head, tossing it over her shoulder, causing him to laugh. She began placing open mouthed kisses all over his chest, making him shudder with desire. She took the waistband of his gym shorts (cast on the leg, remember?),  sliding them down his hips where they caught on his erection. She gently freed him, causing him to moan. She slid them off the rest of the way, along with his underwear.

"Sam, I can't stand up anymore." He said quietly, his body shuddering. She helped him lie down on the bed, arranging his leg more comfortably. He was incredibly sexy, and very aroused.

She slowly slid out of her shirt, letting it drop where she stood. She undid her bra, and slowly took it off. Then she unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them off. She stood there in her panties, and smiled teasingly. "Are you ready?" she asked, laughing when he crooked his finger for her to move closer. She quickly shed her underwear, and went to straddle him.

Jack looked up at the beautiful woman who was over him. His heart was pounding, and his hands were trembling. He had loved her for so long, always afraid that she would choose Martouf or Narim, that he couldn't believe they were actually together. He cupped her breasts in his hands, enjoying the feel, enjoying watching her eyes close as he caressed them. Then his last coherent thought fled as she lowered herself onto him. He could feel himself slide into her tight wetness. He was shaking so much, trying to hold back his desire, just wanting to enjoy the feel of her surrounding him. As she slid back up, his control snapped. His hands gripped her hips and he began to push himself into her.

She braced herself, taking him all in, feeling stretched and full. She started to move up and down when he gripped her hips and drove himself into her. Feeling exploded and she began to move with him, meeting each thrust, moaning with desire. She could feel the edge, the golden pleasure that was finally within reach. She felt herself fall over the edge, shuddering with climax, crying out Jack's name.

He felt her start to come apart and that pushed him over the edge as well. He pumped himself inside her with such force that he almost blacked out from the pleasure. She slowly slid down on top of him, lying on his chest. They were both raggedly breathing, sweaty and satiated.

"Wow."

"Oh yeah…"