"Sam." Jack said as he woke up a few hours later. She wasn't in the bed, he
looked around, the bedroom door was ajar. He grabbed his jeans off the
floor and pulled them on. "Sam?" He got up and wandered downstairs.
"Yes sir." Sam said into the phone. She was dressed in one of his hockey shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. "I know I'm not technically supposed to be working tomorrow, but I just wanted to make sure that. Yes sir." Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. "Mmm. just burnt my finger sir." Sam covered. "Yes sir. we'll both see you Monday barring emergencies then. Have a nice weekend yourself." She hung up the phone. "I was talking to the General."
"And?" He kissed the side of her neck again.
"Probably not the best time to try to seduce me."
"Probably not. But you got up."
"One of us had to put dinner in the oven." She turned around in his arms. "We have about twenty minutes before its ready."
"I can think of something to fill that time."
"Me too." Sam replied. She kissed him as the phone rang. "I'd better get that."
"Leave it." He kissed behind her ear.
"It might be the base, they said they'd call in an emergency." She picked up the phone. "O'Neill residence. Hey Sara. Yep, I thought Jack was going to call you.. Umm, you know how hectic things get at work,. we didn't really have time to organise anything so we went to Vegas. Yeah, we'll organise something more traditional when we have time and I'll make sure you and Greg get an invite.. Umm. Jack's around here somewhere, hang on a second." She held out the phone to him.
"Hey Sara. Yeah thanks." Sam went back to making the salad to go with their dinner. "Umm. I don't know anything I guess. we already have two toasters." Sam smiled and handed him a slice of cucumber. "Yes. that would be good.. I'd better go dinner is almost ready.. Okay bye." Jack hung up. "Thinking of wedding presents the base hasn't got us anything."
"They're working on it. They're making a collection but some of the teams are on extended missions for another couple of weeks and they want their money too."
"And how exactly do you know that?"
"Daniel, he was trying to find out what we want."
"What did you tell him we'd like?"
"I told him personally, I'd like the Goa'uld to be defeated, so I could a two week uninterrupted honeymoon to Hawaii. But since that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon I couldn't really think of anything."
"Hawaii sounds nice. So what are we having for dinner?"
"Lasagne. Don't worry I didn't make it, I bought it at the Italian restaurant in town." She leant up and grabbed the olive oil from the top shelf. The bottom of the hockey shirt rose up.
"What exactly do you have on under that?" Jack asked as he watched her.
"Not a lot. I was hungry so I didn't stay around put on anything other than the shirt."
"Now you tell me."
"You didn't ask before. But I could ask you the same question. What do you have under those jeans?"
"Not a lot. My wife wasn't in bed when I woke up so I didn't stay around to put on anything other than the jeans. Why were you talking to Hammond anyway?"
"Making sure that it was okay if I didn't work tomorrow."
"But tomorrow is Sunday, if we're on Earth and we don't have a mission we get Sunday's off."
"I have a tendency to work seven days a week. I was just checking the world wasn't going to end if I didn't."
"And it's not?" He spun her around.
"No at least not today."
"That's good."
~
"Sam, wake up honey."
"Umm." Sam shuffled down under the duvet.
"I've got a surprise for you." Jack whispered.
"Is it a good surprise?" She asked as she woke up.
"That's debatable, but I need you to get up."
"Do I have to get dressed?" She asked.
"You can put on my hockey shirt."
"Okay." She smiled.
"Okay, keep your eyes shut." Jack said with his hands over her eyes as she got to the bottom of the stairs. "Keep walking slowly."
"Jack, what's going on?" Sam asked suspicious.
"Like I said before it's a surprise. Take two steps to your left and then four steps forward." She followed his instructions. "Okay. You can open your eyes." He removed his hands. It took her a second to adjust to the light. The curtains were still drawn and the room was filled by candles the light flickering gently. On the carpet lay a blanket, with breakfast laid out.
"A carpet picnic." Sam gushed.
"I thought you might like it."
"It's perfect. Thank you."
TBC
"Yes sir." Sam said into the phone. She was dressed in one of his hockey shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. "I know I'm not technically supposed to be working tomorrow, but I just wanted to make sure that. Yes sir." Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. "Mmm. just burnt my finger sir." Sam covered. "Yes sir. we'll both see you Monday barring emergencies then. Have a nice weekend yourself." She hung up the phone. "I was talking to the General."
"And?" He kissed the side of her neck again.
"Probably not the best time to try to seduce me."
"Probably not. But you got up."
"One of us had to put dinner in the oven." She turned around in his arms. "We have about twenty minutes before its ready."
"I can think of something to fill that time."
"Me too." Sam replied. She kissed him as the phone rang. "I'd better get that."
"Leave it." He kissed behind her ear.
"It might be the base, they said they'd call in an emergency." She picked up the phone. "O'Neill residence. Hey Sara. Yep, I thought Jack was going to call you.. Umm, you know how hectic things get at work,. we didn't really have time to organise anything so we went to Vegas. Yeah, we'll organise something more traditional when we have time and I'll make sure you and Greg get an invite.. Umm. Jack's around here somewhere, hang on a second." She held out the phone to him.
"Hey Sara. Yeah thanks." Sam went back to making the salad to go with their dinner. "Umm. I don't know anything I guess. we already have two toasters." Sam smiled and handed him a slice of cucumber. "Yes. that would be good.. I'd better go dinner is almost ready.. Okay bye." Jack hung up. "Thinking of wedding presents the base hasn't got us anything."
"They're working on it. They're making a collection but some of the teams are on extended missions for another couple of weeks and they want their money too."
"And how exactly do you know that?"
"Daniel, he was trying to find out what we want."
"What did you tell him we'd like?"
"I told him personally, I'd like the Goa'uld to be defeated, so I could a two week uninterrupted honeymoon to Hawaii. But since that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon I couldn't really think of anything."
"Hawaii sounds nice. So what are we having for dinner?"
"Lasagne. Don't worry I didn't make it, I bought it at the Italian restaurant in town." She leant up and grabbed the olive oil from the top shelf. The bottom of the hockey shirt rose up.
"What exactly do you have on under that?" Jack asked as he watched her.
"Not a lot. I was hungry so I didn't stay around put on anything other than the shirt."
"Now you tell me."
"You didn't ask before. But I could ask you the same question. What do you have under those jeans?"
"Not a lot. My wife wasn't in bed when I woke up so I didn't stay around to put on anything other than the jeans. Why were you talking to Hammond anyway?"
"Making sure that it was okay if I didn't work tomorrow."
"But tomorrow is Sunday, if we're on Earth and we don't have a mission we get Sunday's off."
"I have a tendency to work seven days a week. I was just checking the world wasn't going to end if I didn't."
"And it's not?" He spun her around.
"No at least not today."
"That's good."
~
"Sam, wake up honey."
"Umm." Sam shuffled down under the duvet.
"I've got a surprise for you." Jack whispered.
"Is it a good surprise?" She asked as she woke up.
"That's debatable, but I need you to get up."
"Do I have to get dressed?" She asked.
"You can put on my hockey shirt."
"Okay." She smiled.
"Okay, keep your eyes shut." Jack said with his hands over her eyes as she got to the bottom of the stairs. "Keep walking slowly."
"Jack, what's going on?" Sam asked suspicious.
"Like I said before it's a surprise. Take two steps to your left and then four steps forward." She followed his instructions. "Okay. You can open your eyes." He removed his hands. It took her a second to adjust to the light. The curtains were still drawn and the room was filled by candles the light flickering gently. On the carpet lay a blanket, with breakfast laid out.
"A carpet picnic." Sam gushed.
"I thought you might like it."
"It's perfect. Thank you."
TBC