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Sam set her elbow on the hotel's lobby counter and rested her forehead in her hand. She huffed, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
"Are you absolutely positive you don't have anything available?" she asked again.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. We are completely booked with guests of the wedding, and when you made your reservation you stated only one room."
She groaned and tapped her fingertips on the polished wood. "Yes, but –" She stopped and shook her head. This man didn't care that she had thought she'd be sharing a room with one man, and came with another.
The ironic thing was that the man she planned on sharing the room with ... she had no interest in. And the man she was now sharing a room – well, sharing a room with him was the stuff her fantasies were made of. Dangerous. Way too dangerous.
"Are we all set, Sam?"
Jack's deep voice came from behind her. A shiver ran up her spine, a warm and pleasant shiver. She stood straighter and looked up at him. "Well, just one problem s-Jack."
"No rooms at the inn?" He looked between her and the desk clerk.
"Rooms? No. Room... yes."
His dark gaze turned to her, and his lips parted before he spoke. "Oh," he said softly with a jump of one eyebrow.
"I'm really very sorry, sir," the clerk said. "But we are completely booked with other wedding guests."
Sam stared up at him, waiting to see what he would say... what he would do. One corner of his lips tipped up in a slow, subtle grin. Her body warmed, and she had to look away.
"Not a problem," Jack said and took the keycard from the desk. "Room 312B? Got it."
She could only watch as he picked up their luggage, somehow managing to effortlessly carry two duffels and 2 garment bags to the elevator. Sam finally shook off her shock and raced after him. The elevator door opened as she reached him, and she followed him into the empty car.
He still had the small smirk on his face.
"You don't see the problem with this?"
Jack glanced down at her, adjusting the garment bags that were hooked on his fingers and hung down his back. "There's only a problem if we make it a problem."
Oh, yeah... problem... big BIG problem...HUGE problem...
"Carter, we've slept beside each other how many times in the last seven years? We've shared tighter quarters than a hotel room."
She still hadn't found the ability to speak. His slow grin tipped higher and he leaned towards her, just enough to charge the air in the small space. "What's the matter, Sam? Don't think you can control yourself?"
Sam squinted her eyes and did her best to scowl at him, crossing her arms over her body. "You wish."
He wagged his eyebrows and smirked as the elevator doors opened again.
Jack O'Neill was always the big talker. Yeah, well, his big talk had landed him in hot water more than once in his military career. Now, he found himself chin deep in hot water... and it was rising fast.
"I'm going to ..." Sam trailed off, pointing in the direction of the open bathroom door.
He nodded, letting the straps of the duffels slide off his shoulders as they landed on the bed.
The only bed.
The big, ole King Size bed.
Trying to ignore the obvious implications of sharing a hotel room with Samantha Carter, he busied himself with hanging their garment bags in the closet and flipping through the television guide left on the bedside table. He heard a click as she opened the bathroom doom, sensed her come into the room.
Jack turned, pushing his hands into his pockets. "So, nothing going on tonight," he stated.
"No. Do you want to ..." Her gaze darted to the bed, then quickly back to him. "Do you want to go eat?"
"I could eat."
Sam smiled and shook her head. Jack bowed slightly and swept his arm to the door, allowing her to lead the way. Once out of the 'room' again, Jack felt some of the tension ease. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea... volunteering on a whim to come with her. What was he thinking? Hello? And then to act like sharing a hotel room with his 2IC... with Sam... was no big deal. Great idea, Jack. Just great.
Sam set her elbow on the hotel's lobby counter and rested her forehead in her hand. She huffed, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
"Are you absolutely positive you don't have anything available?" she asked again.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. We are completely booked with guests of the wedding, and when you made your reservation you stated only one room."
She groaned and tapped her fingertips on the polished wood. "Yes, but –" She stopped and shook her head. This man didn't care that she had thought she'd be sharing a room with one man, and came with another.
The ironic thing was that the man she planned on sharing the room with ... she had no interest in. And the man she was now sharing a room – well, sharing a room with him was the stuff her fantasies were made of. Dangerous. Way too dangerous.
"Are we all set, Sam?"
Jack's deep voice came from behind her. A shiver ran up her spine, a warm and pleasant shiver. She stood straighter and looked up at him. "Well, just one problem s-Jack."
"No rooms at the inn?" He looked between her and the desk clerk.
"Rooms? No. Room... yes."
His dark gaze turned to her, and his lips parted before he spoke. "Oh," he said softly with a jump of one eyebrow.
"I'm really very sorry, sir," the clerk said. "But we are completely booked with other wedding guests."
Sam stared up at him, waiting to see what he would say... what he would do. One corner of his lips tipped up in a slow, subtle grin. Her body warmed, and she had to look away.
"Not a problem," Jack said and took the keycard from the desk. "Room 312B? Got it."
She could only watch as he picked up their luggage, somehow managing to effortlessly carry two duffels and 2 garment bags to the elevator. Sam finally shook off her shock and raced after him. The elevator door opened as she reached him, and she followed him into the empty car.
He still had the small smirk on his face.
"You don't see the problem with this?"
Jack glanced down at her, adjusting the garment bags that were hooked on his fingers and hung down his back. "There's only a problem if we make it a problem."
Oh, yeah... problem... big BIG problem...HUGE problem...
"Carter, we've slept beside each other how many times in the last seven years? We've shared tighter quarters than a hotel room."
She still hadn't found the ability to speak. His slow grin tipped higher and he leaned towards her, just enough to charge the air in the small space. "What's the matter, Sam? Don't think you can control yourself?"
Sam squinted her eyes and did her best to scowl at him, crossing her arms over her body. "You wish."
He wagged his eyebrows and smirked as the elevator doors opened again.
Jack O'Neill was always the big talker. Yeah, well, his big talk had landed him in hot water more than once in his military career. Now, he found himself chin deep in hot water... and it was rising fast.
"I'm going to ..." Sam trailed off, pointing in the direction of the open bathroom door.
He nodded, letting the straps of the duffels slide off his shoulders as they landed on the bed.
The only bed.
The big, ole King Size bed.
Trying to ignore the obvious implications of sharing a hotel room with Samantha Carter, he busied himself with hanging their garment bags in the closet and flipping through the television guide left on the bedside table. He heard a click as she opened the bathroom doom, sensed her come into the room.
Jack turned, pushing his hands into his pockets. "So, nothing going on tonight," he stated.
"No. Do you want to ..." Her gaze darted to the bed, then quickly back to him. "Do you want to go eat?"
"I could eat."
Sam smiled and shook her head. Jack bowed slightly and swept his arm to the door, allowing her to lead the way. Once out of the 'room' again, Jack felt some of the tension ease. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea... volunteering on a whim to come with her. What was he thinking? Hello? And then to act like sharing a hotel room with his 2IC... with Sam... was no big deal. Great idea, Jack. Just great.