They started seeing each other more often then, between team nights, movies, and restaurants. She brought fresh air into his life, her infectious smiles and laughter a cure for what his life previous to their encounter had been. And one day, he simply realized that he had fallen in love with her...

They had all decided to celebrate Kawalsky's birthday at an Italian restaurant downtown, and once again, Jack had used the excuse of the special event, to ask Sam to come with them. The three other members of SG1 were getting quite used to having her around when they were sharing what should have been exclusively team nights, but they didn't mind. Sam was funny and witty, and they had learned to respect her, and appreciate her company. But they were no fools either and they had long ago realized the special relationship their CO shared with her. As it seemed to do more good to the team than bad, they were happy about it too.

Jack had volunteered to pick her up, and hence, he was the one driving her back after the restaurant. He pulled up in front of her house and stopped his truck. They had ridden in silence, not needing words to convey the nice feelings of just being together. Sam pulled the handle of the door, then before exiting his truck, looked at him a little hesitantly.

"Care for a cup of coffee, Jack?"

He looked at her intensely, then shut his engine off.

"With great pleasure, Sam..."

She smiled and exited the car going up to her front door. He locked his truck and followed her inside.

She went to her kitchen, opening one cabinet to fetch two mugs, and set her coffee machine on after adding the powder and water. As she was busy facing the counter where the machine was, he came behind her, he startled her a little when he encircled her waist from behind.

He buried his face in her blonde mane at the back of her neck, and murmured.

"Let me make love to you, Sam... If I don't, I think I'm gonna go crazy..."

She turned in his embrace, facing him and looked him in the eyes, a silent conversation starting between them. Before long, she smiled tenderly, brought her hands to his face, and kissed his mouth softly.

He tightened his grip on her hips, moving then his hands to her shoulders and drawing her body even closer to his as he intensified the kiss.

Still respectful of her, he pulled back, leaning his forehead against hers, and licking his lips as if he didn't want to loose any drop of her sweet taste.

"I don't think I'll take that cup of coffee, Sam..."

"... The machine switches off automatically..." she said, kissing him again and dragging him through the corridor to her bedroom.

She opened the door and went to switch on the lamp on her bedside table, never letting go of him, then she faced him.

He brought a hand up to caress her face, pushing some of her hair behind her ears to reveal more of her beautiful face. He seemed mesmerized by the simple feeling of her soft skin underneath his fingertips as he caressed her temple lightly, then he bent slightly, as if asking permission, and gently laid a kiss on her mouth.

She surprised him when she grabbed his head with both her hands, and pulled him harder against her, her mouth literally ravishing his -- oh, no doubt he would have a bruised mouth the next day!

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, Jack?" she managed to murmur in his ear as she tugged at various parts of his clothing.

"Probably not as long as I..." He replied huskily, slowly surrendering to the spiral of passionate feelings erupting between them.

"I wouldn't bet on that..." she breathed shakily as she pulled him in yet another bruising kiss.

Then suddenly, he got a hold of both her hands and steadied her.

"Not like this, Sam..." he managed to say between pants.

She didn't know whether to be offended or not by the sudden change in his attitude, but any thought of being angry at him vanished altogether when he took her mouth between his lips and gave her a deep kiss.

"Let me..." he said, slowly unbuttoning the blouse he had so urgently tugged out of her trousers a moment before.

She took a deep breath in and finally decided to let him take the lead.

Soon the blouse lay discarded, casually thrown on the armchair at the end of her bed.

He took a moment to absorb her pale silhouette and bury it in his mind, wanting to carve her gracious features in his memory.

He stepped closer, kissing her neck, then jaw then mouth as his agile fingers reached the waistband of her pants and worked on the button holding them.

Without her even processing the information to her brain, she was standing in front of him clad only in her white lacy underwear.

She looked so feminine, he thought.

"I don't want to embarrass you, Sam, but you are beautiful..." He murmured huskily. "... A perfect model for Rodin or Camille Claudel..."

She felt a wave of shyness overflow her at his words, both surprised at hearing that he had at least once taken some interest in European 19th century sculpture, and hearing him actually say this to her.

"I didn't know you were interested in European artwork..." she murmured, her eyes shining.

He smiled briefly.

"You have much to learn from me, Sam..." he said, as he stepped towards her again, and grabbed her slender waist. He brought his lips to her face, kissing her on her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her mouth, then went down to her neck, softly forcing her to tilt her head backwards to allow him better access.

As he reached her collarbones, he slipped one arm underneath her thighs, lifting her in a swift movement before laying her on the bed covers.

He broke the contact, looking her in the eyes, before starting on the buttons of his shirt, quickly getting rid of the garment. Then his hands went down to the buckle of his belt, and soon his jeans were lying on the floor next to his shirt, as he had disposed of his shoes unceremoniously upon entering the room a while before.

Still in his underwear, he sat on the bed next to her. She had snuck underneath the sheets while he was taking his clothes off, and she had that eager look on her face that told him how much she wanted him.

He grinned at her, bringing the back of his finger to her cheek and caressing it softly.

"Before we go further..." he started as a means to get her attention. "... I want you to know that I'm serious about this, about us... I love you." He admitted in a voice constricted by emotion.

She smiled broadly, reached up and attracted his head to hers, her lips seeking his.

"I love you too..." she murmured between kisses.

He slipped under the covers and finished disrobing her, expertly getting rid of her underwear, and then his lips were everywhere on her body.

He wanted to treat her as the most precious thing he had ever laid his hands on, so he tried and listened to her body's reactions.

He started softly kneading the perfect mounds at the top of her chest, so round, so full, neither too small nor too big, just as he liked them, firm yet tender under his ministrations. He flicked his tongue over one dark pink bud, watching it react promptly, Sam's sighs his clue that she liked what he did. Not wanting its twin to be left over, he gently squeezed it between his index and thumb while he went on paying the other a devoted homage. Then he switched and continued his teasing.

Encouraging him, Sam wrapped his head in her hands, clutching at his hair, forcing more pressure there and then. When she couldn't wait any longer, she pulled him up and attracted his lips to hers in a deep kiss.

As he kissed her soundly, not wanting to end his exploration of her body, his hands glided down her side, only to discover she was ticklish as she giggled in his mouth when he reached a certain area. He smiled inside, deciding to store that information for later.

He left her mouth to trace a slow sensuous path along her torso then abdomen and lower, his head hovering above her as he took his time to imprint her scent in his mind, musky, sweet and what made her this very special woman to him.

He looked at her as if asking permission, before inebriate his senses with her. His hand and fingers wound their way through her secrets, searching what aroused her and what didn't, seeking that special area that made her spasm in rapture when he finally found it.

He kissed her sweetness softly several times before going up to kiss her mouth again, mixing her essence with her saliva, tasting yet another flavor.

He looked at her tenderly as she finally came back to Earth, stroking her cheek softly with the back of his finger.

"I hope you liked it?" he said with a note of amusement.

"Jack, I had fantasies about it being good with you, but never that good!"

He chuckled.

"And that's a boost for my male ego!" he joked, kissing her softly on the lips.

"You don't think you're done, there, do you?"

"Nope!"

"Well I think you need a rest, flyboy!" she said, sitting up suddenly and pushing him on his back before tracing soft kisses down his chest.

He smiled as he felt her teasing lips, but as much as he wanted it, he knew his desire was far too powerful for him to hold long and resist the sweet torture, so he gently pulled her head up to his despite her slight protest, and kissed her lips softly.

"No, Samantha. Not this time. This time it's for you, my mission is to please you first, and if you had gone on like this then I would have been unable to complete it... And you know how much of a good soldier that would have made me..." he winked.

She chuckled softly, kissing him. "You know you are the most selfless man I've ever met?" she said softly.

"Once again, there are so many things you need to know about me, Samantha..."

And then he swiftly turned her on her back and began his earlier ministrations, before finally uniting their bodies in the age old dance of love.

He didn't have to wait a long time before she threw her head backwards panting his name, and her release triggered his own. The intensity of his orgasm surprised him, even if it had been a long time, he had seldom reached such heights. He smoldered a groan until he felt her soft hands on the nape of his neck.

"Let it go, Jack... Let it go for me..."

"God Sam!" he moaned before kissing her as if he were a desperate man seeking salvation in that kiss.