"Home sweet home." Jack said as he opened the door to the house and went
in. Sam remained outside the door. It took all of thirty seconds for him to
realise she hadn't followed him in. "Are you coming in?" He asked.
"Not right this second."
"Okay, you if you stay out here it's going to make what I have planned rather difficult to accomplish without upsetting the neighbours." He leant against the door frame.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Sam asked.
"We'll someone promised me adequate restitution for us spending last night apart. And my idea of adequate involves not getting out of bed until we have to go to work Monday morning."
"You know we might get hungry at some point." Sam pointed out.
"We've got all that cake I managed to steal." Jack countered.
"You can't survive on cake Jack."
"Okay, we can get up long enough to eat and use the bathroom." Jack conceded. "Are you coming in yet?"
"Not quite yet. We also promised Matthew and Hannah we'd see them off at the airport tomorrow."
"Their flight isn't until 1900. I suppose we can get up long enough to see them off."
"Very magnanimous of you."
"Please come inside." Jack was confused as to what was going on.
"You know what it's a nice night; I may just sit out here for a while." Sam said.
"You want to sit out here in that dress?" Jack questioned.
"Maybe the roof." Sam pondered out loud.
"Again I say in that dress?"
"You're right I shouldn't get it dirty considering what it cost."
"So you're coming in?" Jack asked. Sam shook her head. "Maybe should have asked was what will it take to get you to come inside?"
"Well there is one wedding day tradition we haven't carried out." Sam replied. Jack thought for a moment.
"You want me to carry you over the threshold?"
"Ya sure you betcha." Sam said with a smile.
"Been there done that."
"It's tradition."
"Yeah but I might throw my back out. Then where would be?" Jack took a step towards her.
"Are you saying I'm heavy Jack O'Neill?" Sam jabbed a finger in the middle of his chest.
"No, not at all. But just to be accommodating." He picked up and flung her over his shoulder.
"Jack." Sam shrieked.
"Not what you had in mind honey?" Jack kicked the door closed.
"No. But it will do." She said as he dropped her down. "I don't think you need this either." She picked up his hat and flung it.
"Hey I might need that again soon."
"But not right now." She kissed him.
"So how do I get you out of that dress?"
"There is a zip." She turned her back to him so he could get to the zip. As he unzipped the dress the dropped kisses across the back of Sam's neck. Sam slipped her arms out of the dress and let it pool at her feet.
"I see someone went shopping."
"So you approve?"
"If I'd known you had that on under your dress we would have stuck it out at the reception for so long." He kissed her again.
"Umm. Let me pick the dress up and then we'll have a discussion about the fact that you're over dressed."
"Yes ma'am."
TBC
"Not right this second."
"Okay, you if you stay out here it's going to make what I have planned rather difficult to accomplish without upsetting the neighbours." He leant against the door frame.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Sam asked.
"We'll someone promised me adequate restitution for us spending last night apart. And my idea of adequate involves not getting out of bed until we have to go to work Monday morning."
"You know we might get hungry at some point." Sam pointed out.
"We've got all that cake I managed to steal." Jack countered.
"You can't survive on cake Jack."
"Okay, we can get up long enough to eat and use the bathroom." Jack conceded. "Are you coming in yet?"
"Not quite yet. We also promised Matthew and Hannah we'd see them off at the airport tomorrow."
"Their flight isn't until 1900. I suppose we can get up long enough to see them off."
"Very magnanimous of you."
"Please come inside." Jack was confused as to what was going on.
"You know what it's a nice night; I may just sit out here for a while." Sam said.
"You want to sit out here in that dress?" Jack questioned.
"Maybe the roof." Sam pondered out loud.
"Again I say in that dress?"
"You're right I shouldn't get it dirty considering what it cost."
"So you're coming in?" Jack asked. Sam shook her head. "Maybe should have asked was what will it take to get you to come inside?"
"Well there is one wedding day tradition we haven't carried out." Sam replied. Jack thought for a moment.
"You want me to carry you over the threshold?"
"Ya sure you betcha." Sam said with a smile.
"Been there done that."
"It's tradition."
"Yeah but I might throw my back out. Then where would be?" Jack took a step towards her.
"Are you saying I'm heavy Jack O'Neill?" Sam jabbed a finger in the middle of his chest.
"No, not at all. But just to be accommodating." He picked up and flung her over his shoulder.
"Jack." Sam shrieked.
"Not what you had in mind honey?" Jack kicked the door closed.
"No. But it will do." She said as he dropped her down. "I don't think you need this either." She picked up his hat and flung it.
"Hey I might need that again soon."
"But not right now." She kissed him.
"So how do I get you out of that dress?"
"There is a zip." She turned her back to him so he could get to the zip. As he unzipped the dress the dropped kisses across the back of Sam's neck. Sam slipped her arms out of the dress and let it pool at her feet.
"I see someone went shopping."
"So you approve?"
"If I'd known you had that on under your dress we would have stuck it out at the reception for so long." He kissed her again.
"Umm. Let me pick the dress up and then we'll have a discussion about the fact that you're over dressed."
"Yes ma'am."
TBC