What Fate Decrees - Part Twenty-eight

It wasn't long after Janet and Daniel left before Cassie announced she was tired and would like to go to bed. She dragged Sam off to help her, after saying a 'huggy' goodnight to Jack.

Jack sank down on the sofa and dry swallowed a couple of the painkillers Janet had left him. He laid his head down for a moment and must have fallen into a light doze, because it seemed no time at all before Sam was sitting beside him.

"She had no night things, so I got one of your t-shirts for her. She said she's done that before."

Jack nodded. "No problem."

"I've taken one for myself," added Sam. "Fancy a beer?" she asked getting up.

"That'd be great," Jack replied, forgetting the injections and the couple of tablets he'd taken a little while ago.

Sam was soon back with the beer and handed a bottle to Jack. Jack picked up the TV remote and started to flick between channels.

"God," Sam groaned, "That's such a 'man' thing."

Jack was puzzled for a moment, then realised what she was talking about. "Oh sorry, I forgot you were here."

Sam put on a wounded expression, pretending to be hurt. "Gee thanks."

Jack smiled at her. "Sorry, I meant it's a habit."

"Okay, so where are we going for breakfast?"

"You're that hungry?" asked Jack with an even wider smile.

Sam laughed, like music to his ears. "Nope, I just wondered that's all."

"Cassie will pick. She usually picks somewhere good."

"Does she sleep over here a lot? I wondered how she knew where everything was."

Jack nodded. "Yeah, quite often. She's learning to be a real Earth woman you know."

Sam threw him a questioning look while taking a swallow of her beer.

"Real nosy," explained Jack. "Ooff," he complained as Sam threw a cushion at his head … careful to avoid his ribs.

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Sam's stomach flipped as Jack gave her a boyish smile. "I'll tell Cassie," he threatened. Her heart raced as she looked at him. Trying to cover her feelings she made as if to throw another cushion, but then hugged it instead, laughing.

A few more beers were downed and Sam, not a heavy drinker, was quite merry and relaxed. Normally so few beers wouldn't have affected Jack, but on top of the injections, tablets and very little food, the alcohol was creeping up on him fast.

Sam was laid back, totally relaxed, her feet on the coffee table. She still hugged the cushion with one arm, beer in the other hand. The evening wore on pleasantly with a lazy, slightly drunken conversation, Jack making her laugh with a few stories she gladly listened to. It wasn't often he would open up like this.

Where Jack lay he was facing her side - if he'd had stretched out fully he could have put his legs over hers, but he kept them drawn up. He stretched out to place the empty bottle on to the coffee table, but misjudged the distance and it rolled across the carpet.

"Whoops," he mumbled and making an ungraceful grab at it, he lurched sideways, starting to fall.

Sam seeing Jack falling, shot to assist him. She tried her best to stop him, but couldn't quite make it, and ended with Jack on his back and Sam on him.

"Your ribs!" she cried, pushing herself up quickly and taking her weight off of him, finding her face was only inches from his.

"I'm okay," he whispered His voice sounded hoarse, as if he was having trouble breathing.

Sam stayed still, her eyes locked onto his, her heart hammering away painfully. Then she shifted closer until their lips were touching, hesitantly at first, but soon kissing with a fierce hunger.

Deftly Jack rolled Sam so she was by his side without breaking the kiss; instead he deepened it, tasting her thoroughly, his hands stroking her flesh, leaving a burning sensuous trail over her body, lighting the flames of desire within her.

Her hands were doing the same to Jack, winding her fingers through his hair, and holding him to her greedily. They were almost at the point of no return when Jack pulled away, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Are you sure Sam?" he asked, giving her the chance to stop this.

"Yes Jack, yes," said Sam sincerely, never surer of anything in her life till now.

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They lay together afterwards, cuddling closely. Sam sighed a contented sigh. Jack looked down into her face; a face still flushed with love, finding the colour of her eyes had darkened with the intensity of her feelings.

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Sam looked up at Jack, and once more became lost in the emotion in his eyes. The love she saw took her by surprise and raised the longing for him again. Drunk with each other, they made their way upstairs to Jack's bedroom.

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