They sat and chit chatted over nothing in particular. Jack decided he
would join Sam and picked up his glass of wine. They lounged in comfort on
the sofa and as the night wore on a more relaxing atmosphere tingled around
them. Sam was the first too make a move from the sofa yawning softly but
still wide eyed.
"You want something too eat? I'm starved."
"Now that you bring it too my attention I am a little hungry. What do you have?"
Sam smiled. She was no connoisseur and wasn't sure what she could whip up in her tipsy state and even if she was, she wasn't sure she had anything to quickly prepare. She glanced at the clock. It was only eleven fifteen. She knew of a late night pizza place that delivered.
"Nothing in but we could order pizza?"
"Pizza sounds good"
Sam picked up her telephone and started to flick through her phone book for the number. She started to dial the digits only to find her vision up close blurred slightly. She shook her head and cancelled the number trying again. After finding she definitely couldn't see straight after dialling three numbers she stopped in exasperation and tried to stifle a giggle. Jack grinned over to where she was.
"Problem?"
Sam turned and walked to the back of the sofa telephone and number outstretched too him.
"I can't dial"
"What do you mean you cant dial?"
"I mean I can't dial. The numbers won't stay straight"
Jack grinned.
"Your drunk"
Sam dropped her outstretched arms, the contents still in them, to her sides in indignation.
"I am not."
Jack leaned back into the sofa and arched his neck back to look a little lopsided at her.
"Yes you are Carter"
"Are not"
"Then what's the problem"
Sam frowned and thought for a moment. Her mind trying to come up with a conceivable answer. She didn't feel drunk. She could certainly walk in a straight line. And her words weren't going all slurry. No she certainly was not drunk. She must be over tired, all the stress from work.
"I'm just very tired"
Jack allowed a guffaw of laughter escape his mouth and sat back up twisting round he knelt on the sofa and leaned closer towards her, looking into her eyes, barely a hairs breath from where she stood. Sam felt warmth spreading about her body and a blush grace her cheeks. Jack gave her a knowing smile and she could see his lips twitching about to speak. Or maybe kiss her. She hoped for the latter. No Sam pull yourself together woman. This is your CO. And what a CO. Get a grip woman and for gods' sake don't let him hear your breath hitching in your throat like that. Sam blinked and her brow furrowed as he closed the millimetre gap between them. Jack saw the intense look in her bright slightly unfocused eyes and allowed a smile to cross his lips. His face barely a whisper from her own. His hands reached over the back of the sofa to her.
"Sam?"
She tried to focus on his words or word as his fingers touched hers sliding down her making them tingle as his fingers lightly touched her skin. She vaguely remembered it was her own name he was speaking and she really should answer. The smile on Jack's lips broadened as he she managed to assemble some sort of words and let one out with a sigh.
"Yeah?"
"What type of pizza would you like?"
Jack slid the phone book and telephone from her fingers and twisted back round to sit and punched in the number raising it too his ear. Sam stood opened mouthed for a second and had to hold in an indignant cry. Her mouth opened and closed for a moment before settling into a pout eyes staring at the back of Jack's head as he spoke to the operator of the Pizza Palace.
"yeah I'd like to order a pizza to be delivered please extra large, deep pan. Uh huh, .. um justa moment I am trying to get my slightly drunken friend to tell what they want on there half. Hey do you people put birthday candles on those things? No huh, shame. Yeah she's a grand old maid of forty"
Sam blinked from her pouting state and before she knew, what she was doing gave him a sharp smack on the back of his head as she rounded the sofa once more.
"Ouch, no she didn't like that remark. So Samantha, what's it gonna be?"
Sam settled herself down for a moment on the arm of a chair and thought.
"Meat feast with extra onion's and peppers"
"Sounds good. Did you get that? Great, uh the address sure."
Sam leaned back, and yawned and let herself slide ever so gracefully into the chair, legs over the arm. Folding her arms over her chest. She was still trying to shake herself back together. What the hell was she thinking? Maybe he was right, maybe she was drunk. Certainly was, she never let her guard down like that. Jack hung up the phone and watched Sam intently as she looked off into space in thought. He decided to invade her thinking. With a cheeky grin on his face he sat up and placed the phone and book on the table. She watched him closely as he gulped down the last of his wine and stood.
"You know Carter, forty ain't that bad"
He walked over to the window, which overlooked her back yard. Sam stared over to him incredulously for a moment and then allowed a smile to form on her face once more. She pushed herself off the chair and joined him by the window
"You should know Sir. And soon you'll know fifty ain't that bad either"
It was Jack's turn to halt in his tracks at the remark before countering.
"First you attack me then you use slander, I could have you court martialled Major"
"But then what would you do without me Colonel?"
She knew she was flirting and unashamedly at that but they were alone. What did it matter? She had a feeling if she'd drank anymore she would have done something even more drastic like kiss him. Which she really wanted to do right now but at least she still had some control over her thought processes.
"You want something too eat? I'm starved."
"Now that you bring it too my attention I am a little hungry. What do you have?"
Sam smiled. She was no connoisseur and wasn't sure what she could whip up in her tipsy state and even if she was, she wasn't sure she had anything to quickly prepare. She glanced at the clock. It was only eleven fifteen. She knew of a late night pizza place that delivered.
"Nothing in but we could order pizza?"
"Pizza sounds good"
Sam picked up her telephone and started to flick through her phone book for the number. She started to dial the digits only to find her vision up close blurred slightly. She shook her head and cancelled the number trying again. After finding she definitely couldn't see straight after dialling three numbers she stopped in exasperation and tried to stifle a giggle. Jack grinned over to where she was.
"Problem?"
Sam turned and walked to the back of the sofa telephone and number outstretched too him.
"I can't dial"
"What do you mean you cant dial?"
"I mean I can't dial. The numbers won't stay straight"
Jack grinned.
"Your drunk"
Sam dropped her outstretched arms, the contents still in them, to her sides in indignation.
"I am not."
Jack leaned back into the sofa and arched his neck back to look a little lopsided at her.
"Yes you are Carter"
"Are not"
"Then what's the problem"
Sam frowned and thought for a moment. Her mind trying to come up with a conceivable answer. She didn't feel drunk. She could certainly walk in a straight line. And her words weren't going all slurry. No she certainly was not drunk. She must be over tired, all the stress from work.
"I'm just very tired"
Jack allowed a guffaw of laughter escape his mouth and sat back up twisting round he knelt on the sofa and leaned closer towards her, looking into her eyes, barely a hairs breath from where she stood. Sam felt warmth spreading about her body and a blush grace her cheeks. Jack gave her a knowing smile and she could see his lips twitching about to speak. Or maybe kiss her. She hoped for the latter. No Sam pull yourself together woman. This is your CO. And what a CO. Get a grip woman and for gods' sake don't let him hear your breath hitching in your throat like that. Sam blinked and her brow furrowed as he closed the millimetre gap between them. Jack saw the intense look in her bright slightly unfocused eyes and allowed a smile to cross his lips. His face barely a whisper from her own. His hands reached over the back of the sofa to her.
"Sam?"
She tried to focus on his words or word as his fingers touched hers sliding down her making them tingle as his fingers lightly touched her skin. She vaguely remembered it was her own name he was speaking and she really should answer. The smile on Jack's lips broadened as he she managed to assemble some sort of words and let one out with a sigh.
"Yeah?"
"What type of pizza would you like?"
Jack slid the phone book and telephone from her fingers and twisted back round to sit and punched in the number raising it too his ear. Sam stood opened mouthed for a second and had to hold in an indignant cry. Her mouth opened and closed for a moment before settling into a pout eyes staring at the back of Jack's head as he spoke to the operator of the Pizza Palace.
"yeah I'd like to order a pizza to be delivered please extra large, deep pan. Uh huh, .. um justa moment I am trying to get my slightly drunken friend to tell what they want on there half. Hey do you people put birthday candles on those things? No huh, shame. Yeah she's a grand old maid of forty"
Sam blinked from her pouting state and before she knew, what she was doing gave him a sharp smack on the back of his head as she rounded the sofa once more.
"Ouch, no she didn't like that remark. So Samantha, what's it gonna be?"
Sam settled herself down for a moment on the arm of a chair and thought.
"Meat feast with extra onion's and peppers"
"Sounds good. Did you get that? Great, uh the address sure."
Sam leaned back, and yawned and let herself slide ever so gracefully into the chair, legs over the arm. Folding her arms over her chest. She was still trying to shake herself back together. What the hell was she thinking? Maybe he was right, maybe she was drunk. Certainly was, she never let her guard down like that. Jack hung up the phone and watched Sam intently as she looked off into space in thought. He decided to invade her thinking. With a cheeky grin on his face he sat up and placed the phone and book on the table. She watched him closely as he gulped down the last of his wine and stood.
"You know Carter, forty ain't that bad"
He walked over to the window, which overlooked her back yard. Sam stared over to him incredulously for a moment and then allowed a smile to form on her face once more. She pushed herself off the chair and joined him by the window
"You should know Sir. And soon you'll know fifty ain't that bad either"
It was Jack's turn to halt in his tracks at the remark before countering.
"First you attack me then you use slander, I could have you court martialled Major"
"But then what would you do without me Colonel?"
She knew she was flirting and unashamedly at that but they were alone. What did it matter? She had a feeling if she'd drank anymore she would have done something even more drastic like kiss him. Which she really wanted to do right now but at least she still had some control over her thought processes.