She hadn't gone home that night, either. She had planned on it, but it was impossible to even think of sleeping alone the night you decided what day you were going to get married. She and Jack had spent the rest of the evening on the sofa, just hanging out and being with each other. Then they'd taken a long, warm shower – together – and after had let the dogs out for a quick run in the backyard while they relaxed again, all four of them had gone to bed.
They lay in bed talking in soft tones for a long time, the dogs draped around them, and Jack's arms holding Sam tenderly. They didn't make plans for the wedding, there was time enough for that later, although they did talk about how they'd break the news to Hammond and the others, and tried to figure out each person's reaction. Some were far easier to guess than others.
Eventually though, Jack told Sam to get some sleep. She had to work the next day and would need her rest. He had another busy day of doing absolutely nothing while waiting to see if the dogs were going to do their thing or if he was going to end up trying to figure out how to make Abby look like a dog babe so Jaffer couldn't ignore her anymore. Sam shifted in his arms, closed her eyes and allowed Jack's soft caresses to put her to sleep. It wasn't long before Jack was asleep as well.
"Jack?"
Sam's nudge wasn't completely gentle, but her voice was incredibly soft, and it wouldn't have woken him up without the nudge.
"Hmm?"
"Wake up." Again, her voice was very soft – far more than normal – and that was what made him wake up, although her hand kept him from sitting upright. He looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
She didn't answer, but she didn't need to. Jack was suddenly aware that things were going on in his bed that weren't normal. He looked down at the foot of the bed and in the shadows he could see that Abby and Jaffer were... in a very compromising position.
"Awwwww... not on my bed!"
He didn't say it loud, though. As much as he didn't want his bed to be turned into a doggie pleasure palace, he also didn't want to interrupt them. Not after they'd finally showed some interest!
Sam giggled softly, and slid out of the bed, careful not to intrude on what the dogs were doing. Jack slipped out from the bed on his side, as well. This was not something he was really all that interested in watching, and he'd never be able to sleep through it now that Sam had woken him up.
The two quietly left the room, and for the first time, Jaffer was too distracted to know or even notice that Jack was going somewhere without him.
"Well, I guess you'll have some puppies, huh?" Sam said as the two of them walked naked down the hall. They hadn't stopped to grab clothes, after all.
Jack smiled, and opened a closet, pulling out a set of sheets and a blanket. There was a guest room, and they'd sleep there the rest of the night.
"Looks that way. Of course, he could have chosen a better time – and place."
Sam laughed, and they went into the guest room where she helped Jack make the bed. They shut the door, and went to bed – again. This time, they went to bed alone. Sam was asleep fairly quickly, but Jack lay awake for a long time, holding her and grinning triumphantly, even though there wasn't anyone to see him smiling. He was going to have a puppy.
.....................
The next morning started off later than usual for everyone. Jaffer was locked out of the guest room and couldn't give Jack his usual morning wake up stare. Instead the black lab had sprawled in Jack's bed, taking up even more space than normal, with Abby more than willing to take up the rest of the room on the bed. Of the humans in the guest room – without an alarm to wake them up – Sam was the first to open her eyes, and she looked around the room in confusion for a moment. This wasn't Jack's room, and it wasn't his bed. But those were his arms that were wrapped around her. Then she remembered why they weren't in Jack's bed, and smiled.
Then she looked at her watch, and frowned. It was way later than it should have been. She was never going to get to the base before 8.
"Shit."
She rolled out of his arms, and then out of bed and headed for the door.
"Sam?" His voice was sleepy, and she turned to see him sitting up, looking around. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm going to be late."
"For what?"
Sam smiled, shaking her head.
"Go back to sleep, Jack. I'll let Jaffer and Abby out."
That woke him up completely, and he lunged out of the bed, tangled in the blanket and sheet, and immediately tripped.
"You okay?"
He nodded, and with the sheet wrapped around him still, he headed past her and towards the door. Then stopped, suddenly, turned and walked the two steps back to her, kissed her softly, and ran an appreciative glance over her body.
"Good morning, wife to be."
Sam blushed, and smiled.
"Good morning."
She reached out and took his sheet away from him, wrapping it around herself against the slight chill in the air – he rarely heated the guest room, after all – and shooed him away.
"Go check on the dogs. I need to get ready." And she couldn't do that with them both naked and close to each other. It was far too distracting. Jack smiled, knowing exactly why she was sending him away, and he went. She needed to go, and he wanted to see if he had puppies, yet.
...............
There were no puppies. He supposed he was expecting a little too much from Abby to expect her to have already had them, less than five hours from being caught with Jaffer. Or by Jaffer, depending on how you looked at things. Both dogs were sprawled in his bed, but they looked up and greeted him with wagging tails and happy expressions.
"Good morning." He said, smiling from the door way and doing his best to ignore the way Sam ran her hand along his bare rump when she walked past him on the way to the shower. "Do you need out?"
Oh! They did need out! Both dogs scrambled off the bed, and rushed for the door, and Jack stopped just long enough to throw on some pants before following them to the back door and letting them out. Then he made coffee. He couldn't send Sam to work on her complicated doohickeys without coffee.
They lay in bed talking in soft tones for a long time, the dogs draped around them, and Jack's arms holding Sam tenderly. They didn't make plans for the wedding, there was time enough for that later, although they did talk about how they'd break the news to Hammond and the others, and tried to figure out each person's reaction. Some were far easier to guess than others.
Eventually though, Jack told Sam to get some sleep. She had to work the next day and would need her rest. He had another busy day of doing absolutely nothing while waiting to see if the dogs were going to do their thing or if he was going to end up trying to figure out how to make Abby look like a dog babe so Jaffer couldn't ignore her anymore. Sam shifted in his arms, closed her eyes and allowed Jack's soft caresses to put her to sleep. It wasn't long before Jack was asleep as well.
"Jack?"
Sam's nudge wasn't completely gentle, but her voice was incredibly soft, and it wouldn't have woken him up without the nudge.
"Hmm?"
"Wake up." Again, her voice was very soft – far more than normal – and that was what made him wake up, although her hand kept him from sitting upright. He looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
She didn't answer, but she didn't need to. Jack was suddenly aware that things were going on in his bed that weren't normal. He looked down at the foot of the bed and in the shadows he could see that Abby and Jaffer were... in a very compromising position.
"Awwwww... not on my bed!"
He didn't say it loud, though. As much as he didn't want his bed to be turned into a doggie pleasure palace, he also didn't want to interrupt them. Not after they'd finally showed some interest!
Sam giggled softly, and slid out of the bed, careful not to intrude on what the dogs were doing. Jack slipped out from the bed on his side, as well. This was not something he was really all that interested in watching, and he'd never be able to sleep through it now that Sam had woken him up.
The two quietly left the room, and for the first time, Jaffer was too distracted to know or even notice that Jack was going somewhere without him.
"Well, I guess you'll have some puppies, huh?" Sam said as the two of them walked naked down the hall. They hadn't stopped to grab clothes, after all.
Jack smiled, and opened a closet, pulling out a set of sheets and a blanket. There was a guest room, and they'd sleep there the rest of the night.
"Looks that way. Of course, he could have chosen a better time – and place."
Sam laughed, and they went into the guest room where she helped Jack make the bed. They shut the door, and went to bed – again. This time, they went to bed alone. Sam was asleep fairly quickly, but Jack lay awake for a long time, holding her and grinning triumphantly, even though there wasn't anyone to see him smiling. He was going to have a puppy.
.....................
The next morning started off later than usual for everyone. Jaffer was locked out of the guest room and couldn't give Jack his usual morning wake up stare. Instead the black lab had sprawled in Jack's bed, taking up even more space than normal, with Abby more than willing to take up the rest of the room on the bed. Of the humans in the guest room – without an alarm to wake them up – Sam was the first to open her eyes, and she looked around the room in confusion for a moment. This wasn't Jack's room, and it wasn't his bed. But those were his arms that were wrapped around her. Then she remembered why they weren't in Jack's bed, and smiled.
Then she looked at her watch, and frowned. It was way later than it should have been. She was never going to get to the base before 8.
"Shit."
She rolled out of his arms, and then out of bed and headed for the door.
"Sam?" His voice was sleepy, and she turned to see him sitting up, looking around. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm going to be late."
"For what?"
Sam smiled, shaking her head.
"Go back to sleep, Jack. I'll let Jaffer and Abby out."
That woke him up completely, and he lunged out of the bed, tangled in the blanket and sheet, and immediately tripped.
"You okay?"
He nodded, and with the sheet wrapped around him still, he headed past her and towards the door. Then stopped, suddenly, turned and walked the two steps back to her, kissed her softly, and ran an appreciative glance over her body.
"Good morning, wife to be."
Sam blushed, and smiled.
"Good morning."
She reached out and took his sheet away from him, wrapping it around herself against the slight chill in the air – he rarely heated the guest room, after all – and shooed him away.
"Go check on the dogs. I need to get ready." And she couldn't do that with them both naked and close to each other. It was far too distracting. Jack smiled, knowing exactly why she was sending him away, and he went. She needed to go, and he wanted to see if he had puppies, yet.
...............
There were no puppies. He supposed he was expecting a little too much from Abby to expect her to have already had them, less than five hours from being caught with Jaffer. Or by Jaffer, depending on how you looked at things. Both dogs were sprawled in his bed, but they looked up and greeted him with wagging tails and happy expressions.
"Good morning." He said, smiling from the door way and doing his best to ignore the way Sam ran her hand along his bare rump when she walked past him on the way to the shower. "Do you need out?"
Oh! They did need out! Both dogs scrambled off the bed, and rushed for the door, and Jack stopped just long enough to throw on some pants before following them to the back door and letting them out. Then he made coffee. He couldn't send Sam to work on her complicated doohickeys without coffee.