A Point of view...



Sam's POV

This is just ... weird, I mean it's perfect but in another way it is a bit weird. I mean there's General Hammond over there watching me dance with my CO and doing absolutely nothing to stop it, not that I want him to stop it, cos this is wonderful, but ...he knows. He knows about what's between us, letting it slide for the last few years was fine because we dealt with it and acted professionally, most of the time. But this is different because we're are not acting that professionally right now, most would think it was fine just two close friends dancing but like I said Hammond knows... he knows what this means to us. Oh my god ... the President is watching us! Yup Jack has spotted it too, he looks confused, aw he's so adorable went he's confused yeah Sam your commanding officer is 'adorable', god if you ever called him that he'd kill you. Oh great just cos your smiling he puts on that charming grin, god he's hot. It takes a special kind of man to go from lovable to god-damn-sexy in just milliseconds, and that man is Jack O'Neill. I'm going crazy here, just the mere idea of his hands on my skin is enough to drive me wild but his fingers just teasing at my back is driving me up the wall. I've never felt so on edge in my life, on edge and ...safe. He's so protective, so loyal that with his arm's wrapped around me I feel as though nothing could harm me, anything could come through that door and I know I would be safe just because he is here with me. Even when Pete was still around, even in my own bed at night I have never felt so protected, so safe, so... loved. I can see it in his eyes, Cher definitely had it wrong you don't need to kiss a guy to find out if they 'love's you so', with Jack his eyes reveal everything, every hurt, every love; especially now. He's so relaxed, the worry lines that have grown over the last seven years have receded slightly, his eyes soft and dark, soft and dark with a desire I know is not unlike my own.

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Half way through the next song Sam found that she could no longer bare to look him in the eyes unable to watch the hurt he was going through, the hurt that came with years of restraining the desire to throw caution to the wind and do what you want, the hurt that came with not being yourself, the hurt that came with feeling useless. Moving closer, she rested her head on his shoulder, burying her face in his neck.



I know this chapter is really short but the next one should be up really soon, and I swear there is some method in this madness!!!!!!