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He sat on the sofa and Sam went into the kitchen, to make coffee and try to decide what to have for lunch. Jack was reliving his conversation with Daniel, although he was actually focusing more on what his friend had looked like than their actual conversation. He'd looked just like Jack had expected him to – of course he did, since he was imagining him – but it was still a sight for sore eyes to see him looking fit. Of course, he also looked almost chronically annoyed with Jack, but he was used to that look.
"Colonel?"
He was startled back to the present, and saw that Sam had come to sit next to him on the couch.
"What would you like for lunch?"
He shook his head, still miles away. "I'm not very hungry, Carter."
"We'll wait and see what Janet wants, shall we?"
Was he speaking Chinese? Why didn't she ever listen to him? Jack felt a flare of irritation and scowled, but Sam ignored the look he threw her. She was getting used to them. Besides, she knew how he truly felt about her, now. She could handle his growls. She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, more to soothe him than anything, but then gave into her own desire and claimed his lips with hers.
He didn't resist the kiss. He couldn't have if he wanted to, and God knew he didn't want to. Jack deepened the kiss, leaning against her gently, his mind completely with her, now, and his hand sliding under her shirt as if it had a mind of its own. He felt the soft skin of her flat belly and Sam moaned into his mouth, which only excited him further. He moved slightly, the motion gently forcing Sam to lean back a bit further, his thoughts entirely focused on the woman he was with. The woman he had finally admitted he needed.
A knock on the door caused both of them to jump, and Sam actually fell off the sofa, tumbling in an ungracious and flustered heap to the floor. Jack groaned, and closed his eyes, fighting for control that had completely fled.
"I'll... I'll get it," Sam stammered, quickly picking herself up off the floor and trying to catch her breath. She glanced at Jack, who still had his eyes closed, and saw that he was breathing just as heavily as she was. She grinned, despite herself, at the notion that they'd almost been caught in a very compromising position, and was glad she'd locked the door the night before.
She took a couple of deep breaths, and then opened the door.
"Janet! That was quick."
Frasier walked in, smiling. "I don't live all that far away, Sam." She saw O'Neill sitting on the sofa and walked into the living room, carrying her medical bag.
"Colonel O'Neill," she said, smiling. "It's good to see you up."
Jack opened his eyes and reached for a couch pillow and put it in his lap as she approached. "Hi, Doc." He said, putting on a completely forced smile.
"How are you feeling, Sir?"
"Fine."
Frasier knelt down in front of him; pleased to see he was actually dressed, but slightly worried by the fact that he seemed flushed. She placed her hand on his forehead, frowning. "You're awfully flushed, Colonel. Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes."
Frasier stuck a thermometer in his mouth, and then checked his pulse and blood pressure, both of which were a little above normal, and Janet glanced at Sam.
"Has he been sleeping? Eating? Getting plenty to drink?"
Sam nodded from the kitchen, where she was pouring Janet a cup of coffee. "It's a bit of a struggle, but yes. We were just talking about what we were going to have for lunch."
"I told you I'm not hungry, Carter," Jack said, pulling the thermometer out of his mouth.
"Yes, Sir, I know." She looked at Janet, giving her a 'see what I've had to deal with?' look.
"Well, since the Colonel is dressed, why don't we go out for lunch?" Frasier suggested. She supposed if the two of them had been arguing, it would explain why Jack was so red-faced.
"I don't want to go out."
"Come on, Sir," Sam said. "It'll be nice to get out. I'll buy."
"No. You guys go without me, I'll stick around here."
"Come on, Colonel." Frasier said, smiling and putting her medical instruments away. "Some fresh air would do you good."
"I don't want any fresh air."
"Colonel..."
"I. Don't. Want. To. Go." Jack said, distinctly. "Period."
He looked over at Carter, who was giving him a pleading look that plainly told him she wanted him to go, and he sighed. "Fine, I'll go."
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He sat on the sofa and Sam went into the kitchen, to make coffee and try to decide what to have for lunch. Jack was reliving his conversation with Daniel, although he was actually focusing more on what his friend had looked like than their actual conversation. He'd looked just like Jack had expected him to – of course he did, since he was imagining him – but it was still a sight for sore eyes to see him looking fit. Of course, he also looked almost chronically annoyed with Jack, but he was used to that look.
"Colonel?"
He was startled back to the present, and saw that Sam had come to sit next to him on the couch.
"What would you like for lunch?"
He shook his head, still miles away. "I'm not very hungry, Carter."
"We'll wait and see what Janet wants, shall we?"
Was he speaking Chinese? Why didn't she ever listen to him? Jack felt a flare of irritation and scowled, but Sam ignored the look he threw her. She was getting used to them. Besides, she knew how he truly felt about her, now. She could handle his growls. She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, more to soothe him than anything, but then gave into her own desire and claimed his lips with hers.
He didn't resist the kiss. He couldn't have if he wanted to, and God knew he didn't want to. Jack deepened the kiss, leaning against her gently, his mind completely with her, now, and his hand sliding under her shirt as if it had a mind of its own. He felt the soft skin of her flat belly and Sam moaned into his mouth, which only excited him further. He moved slightly, the motion gently forcing Sam to lean back a bit further, his thoughts entirely focused on the woman he was with. The woman he had finally admitted he needed.
A knock on the door caused both of them to jump, and Sam actually fell off the sofa, tumbling in an ungracious and flustered heap to the floor. Jack groaned, and closed his eyes, fighting for control that had completely fled.
"I'll... I'll get it," Sam stammered, quickly picking herself up off the floor and trying to catch her breath. She glanced at Jack, who still had his eyes closed, and saw that he was breathing just as heavily as she was. She grinned, despite herself, at the notion that they'd almost been caught in a very compromising position, and was glad she'd locked the door the night before.
She took a couple of deep breaths, and then opened the door.
"Janet! That was quick."
Frasier walked in, smiling. "I don't live all that far away, Sam." She saw O'Neill sitting on the sofa and walked into the living room, carrying her medical bag.
"Colonel O'Neill," she said, smiling. "It's good to see you up."
Jack opened his eyes and reached for a couch pillow and put it in his lap as she approached. "Hi, Doc." He said, putting on a completely forced smile.
"How are you feeling, Sir?"
"Fine."
Frasier knelt down in front of him; pleased to see he was actually dressed, but slightly worried by the fact that he seemed flushed. She placed her hand on his forehead, frowning. "You're awfully flushed, Colonel. Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes."
Frasier stuck a thermometer in his mouth, and then checked his pulse and blood pressure, both of which were a little above normal, and Janet glanced at Sam.
"Has he been sleeping? Eating? Getting plenty to drink?"
Sam nodded from the kitchen, where she was pouring Janet a cup of coffee. "It's a bit of a struggle, but yes. We were just talking about what we were going to have for lunch."
"I told you I'm not hungry, Carter," Jack said, pulling the thermometer out of his mouth.
"Yes, Sir, I know." She looked at Janet, giving her a 'see what I've had to deal with?' look.
"Well, since the Colonel is dressed, why don't we go out for lunch?" Frasier suggested. She supposed if the two of them had been arguing, it would explain why Jack was so red-faced.
"I don't want to go out."
"Come on, Sir," Sam said. "It'll be nice to get out. I'll buy."
"No. You guys go without me, I'll stick around here."
"Come on, Colonel." Frasier said, smiling and putting her medical instruments away. "Some fresh air would do you good."
"I don't want any fresh air."
"Colonel..."
"I. Don't. Want. To. Go." Jack said, distinctly. "Period."
He looked over at Carter, who was giving him a pleading look that plainly told him she wanted him to go, and he sighed. "Fine, I'll go."
