Author's note: This one is a little naughty... nothing too serious, but worth
giving a warning..
~*~
It didn't take them all that long to demolish most of the pizza. Sam hadn't been joking when she said she was hungry, and Jack was always willing to show a helpless pizza who was the boss. Jaffer had even been forced to admit he was full – stuffed completely to the gills, Sam said – and had turned up his nose at a third slice. There was one slice and a half or so of another left in the box, which lay open and neglected on the coffee table now that they'd eaten what they wanted.
The three of them were on the sofa, all cuddled together watching a DVD. Sam was stretched out, covered with a throw against any chill in the air, and her head was resting on Jack's left thigh. Jaffer was on Jack's right, stretched out as well with his black muzzle resting on Jack's right thigh. He was asleep, and snoring lightly. O'Neill was exactly where he wanted to be, even though he wasn't paying all that much attention to the movie, which was making it difficult for Sam to pay attention to the movie, either.
He wasn't doing anything too naughty, but his left hand was constantly touching her. Running through her hair, or sliding casually along her side, and occasionally along her hip. Little touches, for the most part, which were simply designed to remind himself that she was there with him. Sam was fairly ticklish, though, and Jack knew her ticklish spots. And they were some of his favorite places to touch her. Finally, she caught his hand with hers, and pressed his hand against her stomach, just under her ribs.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" She asked him, looking up at him.
"Am I?" He asked her, smiling down at her as his hand moved slightly higher.
Carter sighed, and closed her eyes, simply enjoying the touch. There was no use trying to see how the movie was going to end. She had other, more interesting things to draw her attention at that moment.
"You're going to miss the ending." Jack said, softly.
"I can watch it in the morning." Her own hand was moving, now, too, and Jack suddenly found himself breathless.
"Bedtime, I think."
Sam nodded, and moved so he could get up, then stood up as well and held his hand as he led her into his bedroom.
~*~
It was much later. Far closer to morning than it was to late night, when a noise woke Jack. For a moment he tried to ignore it. He was comfortably encased in Sam's arms, and her cheek was resting against his chest, which meant she was in perfect position for him to be able to lie there and watch her sleep for a while. Then he heard the noise again. A soft whine. Jack looked down at Carter, but she was still asleep, so it hadn't come from her. Not that he'd ever heard her make that exact noise, anyways. He turned his head and looked at the side of the bed, and saw just the top of a small black nose sticking out over the edge. Jaffer was lonely and wanted to cuddle, too.
Making sure Sam didn't have any bare skin exposed – since puppy claws could scratch bare skin painfully as Jack was well aware – O'Neill rolled slightly away from Sam, and reached down and scooped Jaffer up with his free arm, hauling him up onto the bed and putting him down next to him.
"Jack?" Sam mumbled, sleepily, and he rolled back over and kissed her softly.
"Go back to sleep, Sam. It's just Jaffer."
"Is he okay?"
"Mm-hmm. Go to sleep."
The black lab climbed up onto Jack's chest, and looked down at him, his big brown eyes watching him intently.
"Go to sleep, little man," Jack whispered, pulling Jaffer down so he was lying on his chest and not standing on it. The puppy sighed, but lowered his head and closed his eyes. He wasn't all that tired, but he'd caused his havoc for the night, and was ready to take a break.
Sam rolled slightly closer to O'Neill, and her hand slid along Jaffer's fuzzy black flank as she shifted to get comfortable once more. She wasn't completely awake, but even if she had been, she didn't mind sharing the bed with the puppy. He'd been good enough to leave them alone for a little quiet time of their own, after all. Jaffer opened his eyes and moved his head, licking Sam's fingers for a moment, but she didn't have anything in them, and he really wasn't hungry enough to just nibble on them for no reason. Instead, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Jack and Sam were both asleep again soon after.
~*~
It was morning and daylight out when Carter next woke. She was curled up comfortably next to Jack, her hand resting lightly on his flat stomach and her cheek against his side. He had one arm under her, wrapped around her and holding her close to him, and the other was curled around the black lab that was curled up on the other side of him. Sam smiled when she opened her eyes and saw their sleeping positions. Jack would never be chilled on a cold winter's day again, apparently. If one of them wasn't there to cuddle with him, the other would be.
She watched them both sleep for a long time before she decided she needed to get up. It was Saturday morning, so it wasn't as if they had anything pressing to do, but she had a few things she wanted to take care of that morning, and that meant getting out of bed.
Jaffer opened his eyes the moment Sam moved, and the tail thumped happily against the bed in a good morning greeting. She wondered if he had go out. She did. She slipped out of Jack's bed and pulled on his bathrobe, which was big on her, but amazingly comfortable and warm. Jaffer sat up and watched her, and Sam smiled. He really was a cute puppy, and had every earmark of becoming a gorgeous dog. If not an incredibly spoiled and overweight dog.
"Do you need out?" Sam whispered.
Jaffer wagged his tail harder, and fell off the other side of the bed with a thud. Before Sam could worry if he were injured or not, he came around to her side, and headed for the door, his brown eyes grinning a happy good morning to her.
"Sam?"
"Hmmm?"
"'smorning?"
"Yes, but it's early. Go back to sleep."
"I have to..." he paused as he tried to figure out what his sleepy mind was telling him he had to do. "... let Jaffer out."
"I can." Sam went back over to the edge of the bed, and leaned over and kissed him. It was a soft kiss that wasn't designed to be more than an affirmation of how much she loved him. Certainly not designed to wake him up. Jack knew it, and didn't even open his eyes again.
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all. Go back to sleep."
"'kay."
She left his room with Jaffer following close behind her. A quick stop at the bathroom – without Jaffer's help, thank you very much – and she and the black lab walked down the hall. And into chaos.
~*~
It didn't take them all that long to demolish most of the pizza. Sam hadn't been joking when she said she was hungry, and Jack was always willing to show a helpless pizza who was the boss. Jaffer had even been forced to admit he was full – stuffed completely to the gills, Sam said – and had turned up his nose at a third slice. There was one slice and a half or so of another left in the box, which lay open and neglected on the coffee table now that they'd eaten what they wanted.
The three of them were on the sofa, all cuddled together watching a DVD. Sam was stretched out, covered with a throw against any chill in the air, and her head was resting on Jack's left thigh. Jaffer was on Jack's right, stretched out as well with his black muzzle resting on Jack's right thigh. He was asleep, and snoring lightly. O'Neill was exactly where he wanted to be, even though he wasn't paying all that much attention to the movie, which was making it difficult for Sam to pay attention to the movie, either.
He wasn't doing anything too naughty, but his left hand was constantly touching her. Running through her hair, or sliding casually along her side, and occasionally along her hip. Little touches, for the most part, which were simply designed to remind himself that she was there with him. Sam was fairly ticklish, though, and Jack knew her ticklish spots. And they were some of his favorite places to touch her. Finally, she caught his hand with hers, and pressed his hand against her stomach, just under her ribs.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" She asked him, looking up at him.
"Am I?" He asked her, smiling down at her as his hand moved slightly higher.
Carter sighed, and closed her eyes, simply enjoying the touch. There was no use trying to see how the movie was going to end. She had other, more interesting things to draw her attention at that moment.
"You're going to miss the ending." Jack said, softly.
"I can watch it in the morning." Her own hand was moving, now, too, and Jack suddenly found himself breathless.
"Bedtime, I think."
Sam nodded, and moved so he could get up, then stood up as well and held his hand as he led her into his bedroom.
~*~
It was much later. Far closer to morning than it was to late night, when a noise woke Jack. For a moment he tried to ignore it. He was comfortably encased in Sam's arms, and her cheek was resting against his chest, which meant she was in perfect position for him to be able to lie there and watch her sleep for a while. Then he heard the noise again. A soft whine. Jack looked down at Carter, but she was still asleep, so it hadn't come from her. Not that he'd ever heard her make that exact noise, anyways. He turned his head and looked at the side of the bed, and saw just the top of a small black nose sticking out over the edge. Jaffer was lonely and wanted to cuddle, too.
Making sure Sam didn't have any bare skin exposed – since puppy claws could scratch bare skin painfully as Jack was well aware – O'Neill rolled slightly away from Sam, and reached down and scooped Jaffer up with his free arm, hauling him up onto the bed and putting him down next to him.
"Jack?" Sam mumbled, sleepily, and he rolled back over and kissed her softly.
"Go back to sleep, Sam. It's just Jaffer."
"Is he okay?"
"Mm-hmm. Go to sleep."
The black lab climbed up onto Jack's chest, and looked down at him, his big brown eyes watching him intently.
"Go to sleep, little man," Jack whispered, pulling Jaffer down so he was lying on his chest and not standing on it. The puppy sighed, but lowered his head and closed his eyes. He wasn't all that tired, but he'd caused his havoc for the night, and was ready to take a break.
Sam rolled slightly closer to O'Neill, and her hand slid along Jaffer's fuzzy black flank as she shifted to get comfortable once more. She wasn't completely awake, but even if she had been, she didn't mind sharing the bed with the puppy. He'd been good enough to leave them alone for a little quiet time of their own, after all. Jaffer opened his eyes and moved his head, licking Sam's fingers for a moment, but she didn't have anything in them, and he really wasn't hungry enough to just nibble on them for no reason. Instead, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Jack and Sam were both asleep again soon after.
~*~
It was morning and daylight out when Carter next woke. She was curled up comfortably next to Jack, her hand resting lightly on his flat stomach and her cheek against his side. He had one arm under her, wrapped around her and holding her close to him, and the other was curled around the black lab that was curled up on the other side of him. Sam smiled when she opened her eyes and saw their sleeping positions. Jack would never be chilled on a cold winter's day again, apparently. If one of them wasn't there to cuddle with him, the other would be.
She watched them both sleep for a long time before she decided she needed to get up. It was Saturday morning, so it wasn't as if they had anything pressing to do, but she had a few things she wanted to take care of that morning, and that meant getting out of bed.
Jaffer opened his eyes the moment Sam moved, and the tail thumped happily against the bed in a good morning greeting. She wondered if he had go out. She did. She slipped out of Jack's bed and pulled on his bathrobe, which was big on her, but amazingly comfortable and warm. Jaffer sat up and watched her, and Sam smiled. He really was a cute puppy, and had every earmark of becoming a gorgeous dog. If not an incredibly spoiled and overweight dog.
"Do you need out?" Sam whispered.
Jaffer wagged his tail harder, and fell off the other side of the bed with a thud. Before Sam could worry if he were injured or not, he came around to her side, and headed for the door, his brown eyes grinning a happy good morning to her.
"Sam?"
"Hmmm?"
"'smorning?"
"Yes, but it's early. Go back to sleep."
"I have to..." he paused as he tried to figure out what his sleepy mind was telling him he had to do. "... let Jaffer out."
"I can." Sam went back over to the edge of the bed, and leaned over and kissed him. It was a soft kiss that wasn't designed to be more than an affirmation of how much she loved him. Certainly not designed to wake him up. Jack knew it, and didn't even open his eyes again.
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all. Go back to sleep."
"'kay."
She left his room with Jaffer following close behind her. A quick stop at the bathroom – without Jaffer's help, thank you very much – and she and the black lab walked down the hall. And into chaos.