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Only years of disciplined military training kept Jack from jerking awake and shooting himself free of the bed. Training that taught him to take in his surroundings first... analyze the situation... then act in a manner appropriate.
And right now... lying on his side with Sam Carter's back against his chest seemed like a hell of a situation. And it only seemed appropriate to let her sleep.
At least... it sounded good to him.
He had been aware of her body heat, and the contact that ran from shoulder to knees, first and foremost. And as his senses came to life, he became aware of more.
The citrus and melon scent of her hair as it brushed his cheek.
The way one of her feet was tucked between his calves and his top leg brushed her hip.
The fact that his arm rested over his waist and the palm of his hand was against her skin beneath her tee shirt.
And he felt each breath she took as her ribcage expanded, pressing against his chest.
Jack pressed his eyes closed and stifled the groan in his chest as she shifted, her bottom pressing into his lap.
This is not good. No... it's good... just not ... good.
He could tell by her breathing she was still asleep, and doubted he could slide his arm from beneath her head and move away without waking her. So, being the good CO who always watched out for the health and well-being of the people under his command – and considering that sleep was very important to a soldier's health... he didn't wake her.
She stirred again, moving her shoulder to expose the soft column of her throat and leaned back into his chest. Jack pushed up, supporting his weight on his shoulder, to look down into her sleeping face. Her features were soft, calm, peaceful.
Giving in to an urge he knew he would shoot himself for later, Jack leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of her neck, just below her ear.
She hummed...
Ah, damn...
Then she rolled over to face him and curled against his chest, the top of her head tucked beneath his chin. His arm was still over her waist, beneath her shirt, and he gave in to the urge to brush his thumb along her skin. Sam snaked her arm over his side and snuggled closer.
He felt the change. Her body tensed, her breathing stopped for just a moment.
He closed his eyes.
She was awake.
Sam pulled back from him, and he felt her gaze on him even with he eyes pressed shut.
"Oh, God..." he heard her softly mumble.
Sam slipped away from him, and he let his arm fall away from her, rolling onto his back as she escaped the bed. He didn't open his eyes until he heard the bathroom door close. Jack sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees and his head in his hands. Hearing the shower come on, he stood to dress, hoping he could zip his pants by the time she came out.
Only years of disciplined military training kept Jack from jerking awake and shooting himself free of the bed. Training that taught him to take in his surroundings first... analyze the situation... then act in a manner appropriate.
And right now... lying on his side with Sam Carter's back against his chest seemed like a hell of a situation. And it only seemed appropriate to let her sleep.
At least... it sounded good to him.
He had been aware of her body heat, and the contact that ran from shoulder to knees, first and foremost. And as his senses came to life, he became aware of more.
The citrus and melon scent of her hair as it brushed his cheek.
The way one of her feet was tucked between his calves and his top leg brushed her hip.
The fact that his arm rested over his waist and the palm of his hand was against her skin beneath her tee shirt.
And he felt each breath she took as her ribcage expanded, pressing against his chest.
Jack pressed his eyes closed and stifled the groan in his chest as she shifted, her bottom pressing into his lap.
This is not good. No... it's good... just not ... good.
He could tell by her breathing she was still asleep, and doubted he could slide his arm from beneath her head and move away without waking her. So, being the good CO who always watched out for the health and well-being of the people under his command – and considering that sleep was very important to a soldier's health... he didn't wake her.
She stirred again, moving her shoulder to expose the soft column of her throat and leaned back into his chest. Jack pushed up, supporting his weight on his shoulder, to look down into her sleeping face. Her features were soft, calm, peaceful.
Giving in to an urge he knew he would shoot himself for later, Jack leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of her neck, just below her ear.
She hummed...
Ah, damn...
Then she rolled over to face him and curled against his chest, the top of her head tucked beneath his chin. His arm was still over her waist, beneath her shirt, and he gave in to the urge to brush his thumb along her skin. Sam snaked her arm over his side and snuggled closer.
He felt the change. Her body tensed, her breathing stopped for just a moment.
He closed his eyes.
She was awake.
Sam pulled back from him, and he felt her gaze on him even with he eyes pressed shut.
"Oh, God..." he heard her softly mumble.
Sam slipped away from him, and he let his arm fall away from her, rolling onto his back as she escaped the bed. He didn't open his eyes until he heard the bathroom door close. Jack sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees and his head in his hands. Hearing the shower come on, he stood to dress, hoping he could zip his pants by the time she came out.