Author's note: I'm truly sorry this took so long. I'm having internet difficulties until tomorrow and I'm forced to rely only on my laptop, which I hate to use to type on because I'm soooo slow when it comes to typing on the little keyboard. I'll be fixed tomorrow, hopefully. Until then, I'll get them up as fast as I can.

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They didn't dance together to open the reception. As much as Jack wanted to, there were other things they needed to get done, and dancing with Sam would have to wait. Of course, she didn't mind. She sat next to him while they watched Daniel and Janet – as the best man and the bridesmaid – get things started.

"I had a special dancing song picked out just for you," Jack told her, scowling.

Sam smiled, and rubbed her hand lightly along his left thigh.

"We have the rest of our lives to dance together, Jack."

He nodded, and put his hand over hers. The other hand was resting on Jaffer's head. The black lab's nose was resting on Jack's right thigh, and he didn't seem to have any inclination to move it until Jack told him to. Which was fine as far as O'Neill was concerned. He seemed to feel better when Jaffer was close, although he knew it was all psychological.

"Jack?"

They both looked up to see that pretty much everyone was looking at them, and Jack wondered what they'd missed while they'd been talking. Daniel had an almost exasperated look on his face, but Jack was used to that look. Daniel wore it a lot around him, after all.

"What?"

"We're going to cut the cake."

"We are?"

"You are." Daniel corrected, shaking his head.

"Ah." Jack stood up, taking Sam's hand and leading her to the table where the wedding cake had been displayed for all to see. It was a beautiful 3-tiered creation of white icing and all sorts of tiny roses and other decorations. At the very top of the cake, standing stiffly on the third tier and knee-deep in the thick, fluffy icing were two small figures. One wearing Air Force blues and the other a wedding dress. Amazingly enough, they actually even looked like Sam and Jack. More or less.

Jack looked at it, smiling. Oh yes... cake... his very own cake... all his... well, not all. He supposed it was half Sam's, since they were married, after all. But she didn't like cake nearly as much as he did, so Jack was sure that he was probably holding claim to the biggest chunk of it.

Sam smiled when she saw the possessive gleam in his eyes, and had a feeling that he'd have been more than willing to eat the whole thing himself. When she looked down at Jaffer, she couldn't help but smile even broader, since the black lab had the exact same look in his brown eyes, and yeah, there was a little drool on his jowls. What was it with those two and cake?

"Are you going to cut it, or bronze it?" Hammond asked, handing over a knife.

The crowd chuckled appreciatively, and Jack grinned and took the knife from his commanding officer.

"Well... I suppose if you all want some of it, it's going to have to be cut."

He gave the knife to Sam, and then put his hand lightly over hers as she cut the first slice of the cake. Then they cut that first slice in half, and Sam reached for one, and Jack reached for the other.

"No funny business," Sam warned him as they raised the piece of cake they each held to the others' mouth.

"What? From me?" Jack's eyes were filled with mischief and laughter, and a moment later his piece of cake was smeared across her face.

"Oops." He gave her an innocent look that was nowhere near genuine. "Missed."

Sam reciprocated with stunning accuracy, and Jack found his nose filled with icing and the side of his cheek smeared white as well.

The crowd roared its approval, and Jack pulled her into his arms, pressing his cheek against hers, smearing themselves further.

"I love you." He whispered, his lips sliding along her ear for just a moment, as he tasted the icing that was smeared there.

Sam shivered – both at the touch and at the words, and hugged him close. She'd waited so long for this!

"I love you, too..."

They stayed that way for a little longer than was normal, but no one said anything. Most of the guest were members of the SGC and knew how long this day had been in the making. Jack and Sam were due a little time to hold each other. Jaffer, on the other hand, didn't care. He'd waited long enough for his share of icing, and he nosed Jack's hand, making a soft woofing noise to remind Jack that he was here, and he wanted cake.

O'Neill broke the hug and looked down.

"Yes, Jaffer, I know... cake time."

Jack handed the knife over to Daniel. It wasn't his job to cut the cake for everyone, just for Sam. That was the good thing about being the groom. Now that the vows were spoken and the rings were on, he didn't have any responsibilities at the wedding or the reception. Basically, his part was done. Which was a good thing, because he still didn't feel all that great, and was ready to sit down again.

"Sir?"

Jack and Sam both turned. A Marine had come up behind them as they'd moved to the side, and was holding a small bundle.

"General Hammond sent me to get you something to change into, Sir."

"Thank you, Sergeant," Jack said, truly grateful. He reached for the clothes, and was glad to see that it was casual but not jeans. Obviously the Sergeant knew that Jack didn't want to spend his reception – what little there would be – running around in jeans and a t-shirt.

"You're welcome, Sir."

Jack kissed Sam – who was still wonderfully smeared with icing – and stepped back.

"I'll be right back."

She smiled and nodded.

"Take Jaffer with you."

"Why?"

"So he doesn't knock me down to lick my face."

He snorted – spraying icing that was stuck up his nose – and Sam giggled.

"We'll be right back." He headed for the door, walking slowly as if he were in a little pain, but hiding it fairly well. Only someone who knew him would know he was uncomfortable.

"Is he okay?" Janet asked, watching as Jack and Jaffer left. She'd come up to Sam, holding a plate with a piece of cake on it. The first piece that the newlyweds weren't wearing.

Sam nodded.

"He seems to be fine."

"It was a close thing, huh?"

"Yes. Too close."

"Daniel says we should probably throw the bouquet and garter next. We're running out of time before your flight leaves."

Sam looked over at the clock on the wall and nodded. She was right; it was getting late.

"We'll do it when Jack gets back," she said. She turned and looked at the delegates from the Tok'ra and the Tollan, who were admiring the cake. The Jaffa were all gathered around Teal'c, still asking him questions about Jack.

"Maybe someone should explain throwing the bouquet to Anise and the other females?"