Disclaimer: Same as last time, I'm only borrowing them for fun.


Chapter 2

Sam

At least he took that stupid beard off. The hat's kinda sexy by itself. Hmmm…Jack dressed only in the hat…now that's pretty! Sculpted!

"Come on Sam! You're supposed to be anchoring our relay, not day dreaming."

Cassie's none to gentle reminder brought Sam out of her fantasy, back to the pool deck and the swim meet wrapping up around her. She'd been less focused that usual this afternoon and it had shown in her times. She'd still won her races, but it'd taken more effort than usual with slower results. Trying to pull her focus back from a naked Jack, Sam stopped for a quick chat with Coach on her way up to the blocks. The fact that her team was winning by a landslide didn't help, but as the race started adrenaline and training took over.

"Go Cassie! Come on…finish! ...Keep it up Lauren! All right Jess, let's finish this off right."

Sam took a deep breath and stepped up onto the starting block. One foot forward, weight resting on her back foot Sam followed Jess down the lane with her hands.

5…4…3…2…1…go!

Her arms circled back and Sam launched herself forward, arms coming front into streamline position as she stretched out over the water.


Jack

Jack was staring, but for a different reason than most of the spectators.

I though Speedos usually made girls look flatter. It must depend on the person, because Samantha looks hotter than usual. I still can't believe that I'm allowed to stare at her, that she wants me to watch her, or that I know what she feels like beneath that suit.

"Go Sam!"

Jack stood in the bleachers waving Sam on, hoping to catch her eye as she breathed. As she neared the end of her leg, and the race, Jack became increasingly animated. Despite the fact that the other swimmers were nowhere close to Sam, Jack got a kick out of jumping up and down whistling encouragement.

Yeah, yeah I'm a hyper enthusiastic freak in a Santa hat, but shouldn't you be watching the swimmers and not the other spectators, asshole! Some people!

"Yeah Sam!"

Jack grinned broadly as Sam, treading water pulled off her goggles and cap and shook out her hair. She waited until everyone had finished before shaking hands with the girls in the lanes on either side of her and climbing out of the pool. When she bent over to retrieve her towel and clothes from the deck Jack had to sit down with the Santa hat strategically placed.

Cold Showers! Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day! Get a hold of yourself Jack! This is neither the time nor the place! At least Carter and Samantha's dad aren't here. I wonder why not. Carter should be home. He didn't say anything about going to meet Catherine's family.


"Nice swim Samantha."

"Thanks Jack."

After the announcement of the final score and the team cheer Sam had finally found her way over to where she'd left her bag and Jack. She gave him another quick peck on the cheek, being careful not to lean too close. Jack pulled her in for a real kiss.

"Jack, I'm still wet."

"It's not like you're going to drowned me Samantha. I'll dry."

"What about all these people?"

Most of the spectators, parents of other swimmers, were still hanging around on deck.

"What about them, Samantha? Do they make you nervous? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me in public? Personally, I'd rather give them something to talk about, but it you're uncomfortable go get dressed. I'll wait out front."

As Sam picked up her bag and turned towards the locker room Jack gave her a light smack on the ass. When she turned to glare at him he had on his most innocent puppy dog face. He shrugged and grinned when Sam stuck her tongue out at him before flouncing off in mock anger.


Sam

Sam took more time that usual changing after the meet. Nine times out of ten she was just going straight to practice for her club team, but tonight she was skipping out for her first date with Jack. Now she was standing in front of the mirror checking her makeup and nervously fluffing her hair.

Stop worrying Samantha. It's just Jack. So what if this is your first official date with the guy you've had a crush on most of your life? You've already slept with him…twice!

That thought caused her to chuckle to herself and that simple movement snapped Sam out of her reverie. She picked up her bad and her coat, and then balancing Cupid on top of the small pile she left the locker room. She'd been standing nervously in the empty hallway outside the locker rooms just long enough to begin unwrapping one of Cupid's Kisses when Jack walked out of the guys' locker room.

Wow! Could that sweater be any tighter? Nothing hidden there! Fabulous!

Jack's well defined muscles were outlined by the snug black sweater he'd changed into, revealing more than it concealed. The sweater hung just below the waist of his jeans letting Sam know that she'd have a fantastic view of Jack's butt if she got behind him.

I still can't believe I'm going on a date with him! He's gorgeous, smart, sweet, and charming.

The Kiss melting in her fingers reminded Sam of what she'd been doing before Jack had appeared and gave her an idea. Glancing quickly around to make sure they were alone Sam put her plan into action.

"Could I interest you in a kiss, Jack?"

"If you're offering…"

"Well come and get it then."

Sam held the unwrapped kiss out to Jack. As he approached she moved it to her mouth, gripping the tip lightly between her front teeth. Jack's eyes widened as understanding dawned on him. Slowly he reached out to her, running a hand down her arm to grasp her hip. He slid his other hand along her jaw, under her ear, and around to the back of her neck. Lips parted he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Jack stole the Kiss from between her lips with his tongue, allowing it to melt slightly in his mouth before offering it back to her.

Must thank Cassie later…good idea!

As they continued to kiss, long after the chocolate hand melted, the hand on Sam's waist slipped to her back under her shirt and pressed her towards Jack. One of Sam's hands moved in imitation of Jack's over top of his sweater, while her other hand traced the muscles of his chest.

So sexy! Hard, tight muscles, so smooth through soft sweater. That's not all that's hard.

"Oh."

"Samantha?"

"It's nothing Jack…I just…erhm…noticed…"

She had leaned slightly away from Jack and was now gesturing vaguely, too embarrassed at her own naiveté to mention his obvious arousal.

"Oh…that. Sorry? Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, no, it's fine. I just wasn't expecting…silly of me I suppose. So…where are we going for dinner?"

Accepting the change of subject for now, Jack completely released Sam from his embrace. He helped her into her coat and shouldered her swim bag. He held out his hand for hers before turning to the door.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

Sam smiled and lagged slightly behind him on their walk to the car, admiring her view.


A/N: So that was chapter 2. I know these were both kind of short, that's why I posted them together. I might have the date up tomorrow, but it will most likely have to wait for the weekend. My inner devils have started clamoring for more angst, but don't worry my muse has convinced them to allow Sam and Jack to be happy until New Years. Of course the voices have yet to decide whether we will be sticking with the teens or jumping to the adults after this. I'll keep you apprised of their decisions.