What Fate Decrees - Part Thirty-three
Jack stopped the truck and made a dash into a local deli, coming back with a brown carry bag, which he dumped on the back seat before driving on towards the outskirts of town.
"Where are we going?" Sam asked eventually, seeing the city disappear behind them.
"Surprise," he said, but refused to say more despite her questions.
They headed out through the hills and up the winding roads. Sam kept trying to guess their destination, but drew constant blanks. After a few miles Jack pulled the truck off the road onto a dirt track and eventually, after a rough ride, they came to a halt in a clearing.
He got out stretching himself before grabbing the grocery bag and a rug from the back. He reached out to take Sam by the hand, leading her through the clearing.
"Are we there yet?" asked Sam, wondering where on earth they were heading.
"Youbetcha - well almost," he promised, smiling. After a little while Sam could hear the sound of water and suddenly the trees gave way to a hillside with rolling grass with a large stream tumbling its way down a narrow, rocky bed. The view was breathtaking.
"Oh Jack, this is absolutely beautiful." She breathed the clean air in deeply. Looking around, she could see nothing but hills and trees for miles. "We're not trespassing are we?" she asked suspiciously as he flung the rug down on a flat spot and motioned her to sit.
"Nope," he answered, saying nothing more as he sat beside her, holding her as she snuggled into his shoulder.
"I can't believe this is free land, and so close to the city as well," she murmured looking out at the view.
"Oh, it's got an owner alright."
"And the owner doesn't mind visitors? Someone's not going to pop out with a shot gun are they?" she grinned.
Jack grinned back. "Now why would I point a shot gun at you?"
Sam digested his words. "You own this?" she asked incredulously.
"Yeah, quite a long time ago I had the idea of a cabin here, nearer than Minnesota. I never got around to building it once I became involved with the SGC, but I like to come out and just sit here sometimes."
"I'm not surprised - it's breathtaking." She hugged him. "Thanks for bringing me."
"My pleasure." Jack pulled the brown bag closer. "Hungry?" he asked.
"Starving," answered Sam and dived into the bag to see what goodies he'd bought.
After a leisurely lunch they lay back, soaking up the warm sunshine, both of them savouring the moment.
"This is what makes it worthwhile Sam."
Sam glanced over at Jack, but found he had his eyes closed.
"All that fighting, the hell we go through, it's all for this - home, our lump of dirt." He rose, looking at her. "And for you," he added, softly.
Jack's words brought a lump to her throat and she tenderly reached out to stroke his face. "Do you think the owner would mind being ravished on this land?" She grinned wickedly at him.
"Not at all - it's actually the forfeit," Jack replied, leaning down to kiss her. Once their lips met they were oblivious of the world around them.
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Sam was leaning into Jack, curled against his side as he drove home. She'd fallen asleep not long after the start of their journey and Jack couldn't resist looking down to her, thinking for what must be the millionth time, how lucky he was to have her.
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Jack paced the living room looking at his watch yet again, wondering how long it took a woman to get ready. He had dressed already - black silk shirt with black trousers and jacket and he was impatiently waiting for Sam. "For cryin' out loud woman," he shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "I did say we're going out tonight."
"Yes, you did," was the reply as Sam stepped into view on the landing.
Jack stood still, looking up at her, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open at the sight. Sam was standing there hesitantly, looking a little nervous.
"Wow," he gasped eventually.
She smiled "Wow - as in good?"
"Wow as in great." he declared as he went up towards her, holding out his hand to bring her down. "God Sam, you are so beautiful," he whispered hoarsely.
Sam, never good with compliments, blushed at his open admiration.
"Haven't you ever seen a woman dressed up before?" she teased in a light tone.
"Woman, yes. Sam, no." Jack declared.
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Sam couldn't help giggling a little at Jack's words. "Do you mind not ogling me?" She turned to him as she spoke, thinking how handsome he looked. God, she have was having a hard time keeping her hands off him. "Have I told you you're pretty good yourself?" she teased, stroking his face.
Jack shook his head. "Nope. I still wonder what you see in an old soldier like me," he said, hugging her to him. She heard him take a deep breath and knew he was inhaling her scent. He began a slow assault on her neck with his lips.
She moaned softly. "Jack, don't or we'll never meet them."
"Don't tempt me," he groaned in return. With an obvious reluctance, he let go of her and stood back. Sam gave her makeup a final check in the hall mirror and then turned to wipe her lipstick off his face before they left.
They found a parking space for the truck just a little way from the restaurant they'd chosen to meet Daniel and Janet at, and once inside they were shown to the table Jack had booked. It was a discreet little booth at the back of the room, lit with the soft glow of candles. Jack settled Sam down and then seated himself. Sam fumed silently when the waitress very obviously eyed Jack up while taking their drinks order. The woman ignored her and gave Jack a beaming smile as she left.
Sam had a look around, never having been to this particular restaurant before. "Cosy, nice," she remarked.
"Yep, and the food's great too," said Jack, looking at his watch. "I never thought we'd beat them here." He stopped, nodding towards the entrance."Oh, here they are now."
The waitress led Daniel and Janet to their table, taking their drinks order as Janet slid into the seat opposite Sam and Daniel sat opposite Jack. The drinks came quickly and, after giving them menus, the waitress left, but not before giving Jack another beaming smile.
Sam glared at the waitress, earning a laughing comment from Daniel. He pointed with the breadstick he'd begun to munch, waving at Sam gleefully. "Gosh Sam, your eyes are green tonight," he smirked.
"They're blue," commented Jack, puzzled. Janet almost choked on her drink as she realised what Daniel meant.
Sam glared at Daniel, but he only grinned more broadly. "I don't think Sam likes our favourite waitress Jack," he commented.
"Oh, do you come here often?" asked Janet.
Daniel waggled his brows at her.
"You've just pinched Daniel's best chat up line," grinned Jack.
"Thanks, I'll remember that when you want to borrow it," laughed Daniel, still waving his breadstick.
"You going to eat that or shoot someone with it?" asked Jack dryly, watching the bread stick's movement.
"Should I shoot the waitress for you Sam?" He paused and looked at Jack. "What's her name again?"
"Lindsay," supplied Jack helpfully, giving Daniel a puzzled look as if wondering where the conversation was leading.
At Jack's mention of the name Sam flashed him a 'so you remember her name' look and Janet burst out laughing. Sam glared at her, but it just made Janet laugh even more.
"It can't be the alcohol," muttered Jack, causing everyone else at the table to laugh this time, even Sam not being able to help herself.
'Stop being jealous,' Sam told herself. 'He's not even aware she fancies him. Don't spoil the night' She gave Jack's thigh a squeeze and was rewarded with a smile that made her heart jump and then beat faster.
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The rest of the evening passed without mishap. The food was good, the drink flowed and the company was great. Jack was driving and had only a couple, but he wasn't shy on plying the others with more. By the end of the evening Daniel and Janet were both quite drunk.
"I hope neither of you were thinking of driving," Jack commented.
Daniel blinked at him, thinking for a moment before answering. "We came in Janet's car."
"She's worse than you," said Jack, as Janet giggled at something Sam said. "I'll drive you both home. Or do you want to go on somewhere else first?"
Janet and Daniel both giggled at his words and he raised his brows at them. "I give up. Fancy an early night, Sam?" he asked. Sam was at that only slightly drunk stage and was clearly feeling good. She almost purred at his words.
Jack grinned and hurried to settle up the check. Soon they were headed out to his truck.
"Okay kids, whose house?"
Daniel gaped at him drunkenly "Eh?" he slurred.
"Twenty-three languages and I get an 'eh'," commented Jack dryly. "Where's your car?"
"At Janet's."
"Right, to Janet's then, and in the morning you can take Janet to pick up hers," decided Jack.
Sam snuggled into Jack closely, stroking his thigh, her hands tormenting him as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Sam," he groaned.
"Yes?" she asked, smiling wickedly as she tilted her head up to him.
"You wait," he groaned. "Payback is a bitch."
When they reached Janet's house, the other couple stumbled out of the truck together. "You coming in for coffee?" asked Janet.
"No thanks, there's something I need to do," replied Jack, hearing Sam snigger at his words.
He couldn't drive home quickly enough. As soon as he pulled up at his house, Sam was out of the truck and racing to the door, laughing. He caught up with her and grabbed her up, swinging her by the waist with one arm as he opened the door. Shutting it behind them with his foot he swung her up into his arms once more and headed straight up the stairs.
Reaching the bedroom flung her to the bed and leaned over her, kissing her deeply. He broke off the kiss as he began to undress her slowly, touching and teasing, using his mouth and his hands to torment her until she was begging for mercy.
"Pay back's a bitch," he groaned.
Sam moaned in return. "You just wait Jack O'Neill."
"Oh I have Sam. I've waited so long for you." He lowered his head, nibbling at her neck before moving down her body slowly and lovingly. "So long, so long," he groaned.
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