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"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you in your Dress Blues?"
Jack smiled down at her, and Sam felt the simmering heat that had taken over her body flare into a flash fire. He held her hand against his chest, over the array of assorted medals that adorned his uniform, as they danced together at Erin and Tim's reception. The music was slow and seductive...and Sam didn't need a single note of it to be keenly, almost painfully, aware of her need.
"Ever since that first day, when I walked into the SGC and reported for duty. I was expecting a hero... a man I had read about and learned about for months... "
"Disappointed?"
Sam shook her head. "Not at all. You were all that..." she smiled mischievously, "And a bag of chips."
Jack chuckled and pulled her close enough that their cheeks came together. He turned her around the dance floor with a skill she hadn't expected.
"You're quiet the dancer, too, Colonel O'Neill."
He braced her back with his arm, and with one practiced move, dipped her back until she was parallel with the floor. Sam laughed as he brought her up again, catching her mouth in an all-too-brief kiss.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you've had practice..."
"What.. dipping? Maybe..." he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at her.
"When?"
He smiled, his typical don't-you-wish-you-knew-what-I-was-thinking grin. A memory flashed in Sam's mind of the first time she saw that smile. After Jack and Teal'c were freed from the time loop they were trapped in for weeks on end. Daniel had asked Jack a question... about the opportunity to do something without regret or consequence... he had looked at her with that very same grin.
"Jack O'Neill..."
"What..."
Then she shook her head, deciding she didn't want or need to know. That was so long ago... what was important was the 'them' of the here and now. And that was all she had to focus on... the here and the now, because it would all be over far too soon. The hours ticked away at lightening speed.
"I like you in blue, too... dress blue or not."
Sam stepped back from him and he spun her around, bringing her back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her. She looked down at the blue cocktail dress she had chosen, with the not-too-deep cleavage and elegant lines. She had loved it in the store window, and enjoyed Jack's appreciative glances whenever he looked her way. Again, he spun her away, and brought her back into his embrace.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed as his arms tightened around her.
"I feel like Cinderella," she said. "And it's quickly approaching midnight."
His hold on her changed, she felt the tension move through his body. Not anger, not anything like that... just a broken moment.
"One more dance, and then we'll go."
Sam nodded and rested her head against his chest for the final song of the night.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you in your Dress Blues?"
Jack smiled down at her, and Sam felt the simmering heat that had taken over her body flare into a flash fire. He held her hand against his chest, over the array of assorted medals that adorned his uniform, as they danced together at Erin and Tim's reception. The music was slow and seductive...and Sam didn't need a single note of it to be keenly, almost painfully, aware of her need.
"Ever since that first day, when I walked into the SGC and reported for duty. I was expecting a hero... a man I had read about and learned about for months... "
"Disappointed?"
Sam shook her head. "Not at all. You were all that..." she smiled mischievously, "And a bag of chips."
Jack chuckled and pulled her close enough that their cheeks came together. He turned her around the dance floor with a skill she hadn't expected.
"You're quiet the dancer, too, Colonel O'Neill."
He braced her back with his arm, and with one practiced move, dipped her back until she was parallel with the floor. Sam laughed as he brought her up again, catching her mouth in an all-too-brief kiss.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you've had practice..."
"What.. dipping? Maybe..." he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at her.
"When?"
He smiled, his typical don't-you-wish-you-knew-what-I-was-thinking grin. A memory flashed in Sam's mind of the first time she saw that smile. After Jack and Teal'c were freed from the time loop they were trapped in for weeks on end. Daniel had asked Jack a question... about the opportunity to do something without regret or consequence... he had looked at her with that very same grin.
"Jack O'Neill..."
"What..."
Then she shook her head, deciding she didn't want or need to know. That was so long ago... what was important was the 'them' of the here and now. And that was all she had to focus on... the here and the now, because it would all be over far too soon. The hours ticked away at lightening speed.
"I like you in blue, too... dress blue or not."
Sam stepped back from him and he spun her around, bringing her back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her. She looked down at the blue cocktail dress she had chosen, with the not-too-deep cleavage and elegant lines. She had loved it in the store window, and enjoyed Jack's appreciative glances whenever he looked her way. Again, he spun her away, and brought her back into his embrace.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed as his arms tightened around her.
"I feel like Cinderella," she said. "And it's quickly approaching midnight."
His hold on her changed, she felt the tension move through his body. Not anger, not anything like that... just a broken moment.
"One more dance, and then we'll go."
Sam nodded and rested her head against his chest for the final song of the night.