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Young Love
Chapter Four: - Only Friends??
Jon walked to the cupboards and grabbed some pasta and a pasta sauce. Sam and Janet sighed a breath of relief that they wouldn't have to do any cooking. Jon prepared everything, then hoisted himself onto the counter. As there were only five chairs, Sam jumped up next to him so that the two visiting Colonel's could sit down.
"Sir, there is enough for you as well if you wish to stay." Jon said. Both Colonel's smiled and sat in the spare chairs. Everyone jumped when Sam suddenly squealed. Jake turned to look at his daughter, who was standing in front of Jon glaring at him. The Irishman had a look of pure innocence on his face.
"Jonathan O'Neill. Do you want to explain yourself?" Sam scolded.
"I only wanted to find out if you were ticklish. I figured if I asked you would tell me." Sam raised her eyebrows. The look on Jon's face made her smile. He looked like a scolded child. Jake and Paul waited for another reaction. Sam moved between his legs and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. Watching Jake's reaction carefully he bent his head and nuzzled at her neck. He felt her tense then immediately relax, letting him know that she was okay with what was happening.
"Hey!" he said when Sam tickled him. She giggled as he squirmed.
"So Flyboy's can be ticklish." Sam said as she stopped tickling him. Sam remained tight in his arms, her head again resting on his chest. Jake was watching the two with interest. He knew in his heart that Jon was a good man. He had saved innocent lives that could have been taken by his team on missions. The fact that Jon had moved to protect Sam proved that he was very loyal. Sam had found herself a good man.
The oven dinged telling Jon that the pasta was done. Sam moved out of the way and he jumped down. He got the pasta out of the oven and grabbed seven plates.
"Kowalski do the table. Sam can you grab a bottle of wine?" Jon said as he dished out the pasta. Kowalski did as he was told, but Sam grabbed a bottle of wine and passed it to her father to open. Jake gasped when he saw that it was his late wife's favourite. He poured out seven glasses and said "Jon do you want to the toast?"
Jon smiled and said "Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón." He grinned and then said
"In all seriousness. To those we have loved and lost. May they never be forgotten." Sam hugged him, and the seven friends dug into their meal. Jon and Sam ate theirs while sat on the counter while the other occupied the five chairs. As it was getting late, around 2200, everyone was starting to tire. When Jon finished his meal, Sam snuggled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Charlie there's about 10 little pots of ice cream in the freezer. Can you get seven out?" Jon said as he wrapped an arm around Sam's waist to keep her on the counter.
"I bag the Bailey's!" he said quickly. Charlie groaned and passed him the tub of ice cream.
"Sam, which one do you want?" he asked.
"Strawberry shortcake" she replied. Jon realized that Sam was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open. He opened her tub for her and said
"Open wide." Sam opened her mouth and Jon placed the ice cream laden spoon in her mouth. He carried on doing this until the pot of ice cream was empty. He then carefully slipped off the counter and lifted the exhausted woman into his arms, carrying her into her room. He laid her on the bed and said
"Sam you're gonna have do this bit by yourself. Common get ready for bed" When Sam didn't move Jon sighed and using his best Command voice yelled "Common Carter. Get your ass ready for bed!"
Sam shot out of bed and into the bathroom before turning to Jon and saying "That's not funny. You scared the crap out of me!"
He chuckled and left the room letting her get changed and ready for bed. He was still chuckling when he entered the kitchen again. Both Janet and Daniel had gone to bed leaving only the four Air Force officers sat at the table. Jon ate his now runny ice cream.
"Sirs, if you want to stay Charlie and I can sleep on the floor in here, we have our kit bags, in case we get called up so we can use them if you want to use our rooms." Jon said. Charlie punched him but agreed. Both men agreed to stay. Vidrine took Charlie's room while Jake took Jon's.
Jon woke during the night and heard sounds coming from Sam's room. So, dressed only in his boxers, he moved silently round the flat. Sam had left her door a jar. He gently pushed it open and moved into the room. Sam was crying in her sleep. He moved over to the head of her bed and gently woke her.
"Jon what are you doing?" she asked sleepily.
"Shhh. I heard you crying. Are you okay?" he whispered.
"God I didn't even know I was crying. It could have been a number of things."
"Are you okay now though?" he asked genuinely concerned about her. Unknown to them, Jake had woken and had heard the hushed conversation. He was peaking through the door way.
"It was probably me dreaming about my mom. Talking about her today probably didn't help." she said. She saw the concern on his face and said "Jon. I'll be okay."
He obviously didn't believe her as he raised both eyebrows. Thinking about her mother meant that the tears would come again. Jon didn't waist any time in pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. Her arms wrapped around his naked back.
"Sam this is killing my knees." he whispered after a while. Sam moved away from him and lifted the covers on the bed.
His eyes widened "Sam what if your dad catches us?" He whispered.
"Jon I can handle my dad. Please?" she asked softly. He climbed in and pulled her tight against his body. Her head was resting on his shoulder and she had an arm around his waist. It was a matter of minutes before they both fell asleep, with contented smiles on their faces. Jake moved quietly back to his room leaving the sleeping couple alone.
Is minic a bhris béal duine a shorn = Many a time a man's mouth broke his nose.
Young Love
Chapter Four: - Only Friends??
Jon walked to the cupboards and grabbed some pasta and a pasta sauce. Sam and Janet sighed a breath of relief that they wouldn't have to do any cooking. Jon prepared everything, then hoisted himself onto the counter. As there were only five chairs, Sam jumped up next to him so that the two visiting Colonel's could sit down.
"Sir, there is enough for you as well if you wish to stay." Jon said. Both Colonel's smiled and sat in the spare chairs. Everyone jumped when Sam suddenly squealed. Jake turned to look at his daughter, who was standing in front of Jon glaring at him. The Irishman had a look of pure innocence on his face.
"Jonathan O'Neill. Do you want to explain yourself?" Sam scolded.
"I only wanted to find out if you were ticklish. I figured if I asked you would tell me." Sam raised her eyebrows. The look on Jon's face made her smile. He looked like a scolded child. Jake and Paul waited for another reaction. Sam moved between his legs and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. Watching Jake's reaction carefully he bent his head and nuzzled at her neck. He felt her tense then immediately relax, letting him know that she was okay with what was happening.
"Hey!" he said when Sam tickled him. She giggled as he squirmed.
"So Flyboy's can be ticklish." Sam said as she stopped tickling him. Sam remained tight in his arms, her head again resting on his chest. Jake was watching the two with interest. He knew in his heart that Jon was a good man. He had saved innocent lives that could have been taken by his team on missions. The fact that Jon had moved to protect Sam proved that he was very loyal. Sam had found herself a good man.
The oven dinged telling Jon that the pasta was done. Sam moved out of the way and he jumped down. He got the pasta out of the oven and grabbed seven plates.
"Kowalski do the table. Sam can you grab a bottle of wine?" Jon said as he dished out the pasta. Kowalski did as he was told, but Sam grabbed a bottle of wine and passed it to her father to open. Jake gasped when he saw that it was his late wife's favourite. He poured out seven glasses and said "Jon do you want to the toast?"
Jon smiled and said "Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón." He grinned and then said
"In all seriousness. To those we have loved and lost. May they never be forgotten." Sam hugged him, and the seven friends dug into their meal. Jon and Sam ate theirs while sat on the counter while the other occupied the five chairs. As it was getting late, around 2200, everyone was starting to tire. When Jon finished his meal, Sam snuggled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Charlie there's about 10 little pots of ice cream in the freezer. Can you get seven out?" Jon said as he wrapped an arm around Sam's waist to keep her on the counter.
"I bag the Bailey's!" he said quickly. Charlie groaned and passed him the tub of ice cream.
"Sam, which one do you want?" he asked.
"Strawberry shortcake" she replied. Jon realized that Sam was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open. He opened her tub for her and said
"Open wide." Sam opened her mouth and Jon placed the ice cream laden spoon in her mouth. He carried on doing this until the pot of ice cream was empty. He then carefully slipped off the counter and lifted the exhausted woman into his arms, carrying her into her room. He laid her on the bed and said
"Sam you're gonna have do this bit by yourself. Common get ready for bed" When Sam didn't move Jon sighed and using his best Command voice yelled "Common Carter. Get your ass ready for bed!"
Sam shot out of bed and into the bathroom before turning to Jon and saying "That's not funny. You scared the crap out of me!"
He chuckled and left the room letting her get changed and ready for bed. He was still chuckling when he entered the kitchen again. Both Janet and Daniel had gone to bed leaving only the four Air Force officers sat at the table. Jon ate his now runny ice cream.
"Sirs, if you want to stay Charlie and I can sleep on the floor in here, we have our kit bags, in case we get called up so we can use them if you want to use our rooms." Jon said. Charlie punched him but agreed. Both men agreed to stay. Vidrine took Charlie's room while Jake took Jon's.
Jon woke during the night and heard sounds coming from Sam's room. So, dressed only in his boxers, he moved silently round the flat. Sam had left her door a jar. He gently pushed it open and moved into the room. Sam was crying in her sleep. He moved over to the head of her bed and gently woke her.
"Jon what are you doing?" she asked sleepily.
"Shhh. I heard you crying. Are you okay?" he whispered.
"God I didn't even know I was crying. It could have been a number of things."
"Are you okay now though?" he asked genuinely concerned about her. Unknown to them, Jake had woken and had heard the hushed conversation. He was peaking through the door way.
"It was probably me dreaming about my mom. Talking about her today probably didn't help." she said. She saw the concern on his face and said "Jon. I'll be okay."
He obviously didn't believe her as he raised both eyebrows. Thinking about her mother meant that the tears would come again. Jon didn't waist any time in pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. Her arms wrapped around his naked back.
"Sam this is killing my knees." he whispered after a while. Sam moved away from him and lifted the covers on the bed.
His eyes widened "Sam what if your dad catches us?" He whispered.
"Jon I can handle my dad. Please?" she asked softly. He climbed in and pulled her tight against his body. Her head was resting on his shoulder and she had an arm around his waist. It was a matter of minutes before they both fell asleep, with contented smiles on their faces. Jake moved quietly back to his room leaving the sleeping couple alone.
Is minic a bhris béal duine a shorn = Many a time a man's mouth broke his nose.