Okay, not getting to all the Pete stuff in this chapter. Next one, I promise. But this became more important… Just a little developing of Sam and Jack's relationship.

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Also, Sam's outfit is inspired by a photo of Amanda Tapping I found on the net. Sorry, I can't remember the site… :S

I'm sorry this update took so long, but to make up for it the next update will be by the end of the week. After that, I have some really major exams, so I wont be updating anything until July.

Sam's stomach fluttered in anticipation. Daniel was off on a dig in Egypt, and so Janet had jumped at the chance to look after the twins, knowing that Sam drastically needed a night out. Jack had offered to take her out for dinner, and although neither of them had said anything, they both knew that this was more than just two friends sharing a casual night out. So, Sam had dressed to impress. A pale salmon pink skirt, topped with a white strappy, corseted camisole, and with her (now long) hair down, gave her an air of innocent sexuality – she looked sexual, but the colouring and style gave an outfit that would otherwise seem risqué an edge of innocence that she hoped belied her past experience. She was anything but innocent… Shuddering at the unwanted thoughts, she drew her attention to the knocking at the door. Jack had insisted on getting ready and then leaving, so that he could 'come and pick her up like a gentleman should'. She had laughed, but secretly she was touched by the gesture. It had been a long time since anyone had done anything that thoughtful for her. Taking the stairs two at a time before pausing, slipping on her heels and composing herself, she slowly opened the door, giving herself plenty of time to covertly check out the man in front of her. He looked good. He had shaven, and his hair was mussed, but in a sexy, I-know-my-hair-is-messy-and-I-like-it kinda way. He was wearing dark jeans with a white t-shirt, and a smart suit jacket over the top, giving him an air of casualness while still being appropriate for the restaurant they were going to. He looked… hot.

She looked hot. Positively drool-worthy. He knew he probably had a grin the size of the whole of Colorado on his face, but he didn't care. God, that outfit… He was glad his jacket reached down to his thighs, that's for sure! He didn't know how he would be able to sit for a whole evening when all he wanted to do right now was pick her up and run back to his bedroom and never leave. And to top it all off, the corseted top had been loosened slightly, and he could see the slight bump over her belly. His child was in there… The sight of her was doing dangerous things to his libido. They had better leave soon, or he didn't know what he'd do…

"Sam. You look amazing. God, woman, if I'd have known I would have made more effort!"

"Jack, you look great too. I wouldn't want you to change a thing. Let me just grab my shawl, and we'll vamoose. I can't wait to try that new Italian place…"

The walk to the restaurant had been short, neither party wanting to be too far away from home in case Janet called for help. Plus, while Sam couldn't drink, Jack wanted to try the wine. After making some meaningless small talk on the way, they found they were gradually opening up to each other over the meal. Talking about things they had previously never been able to because of one regulation or another, like Laira, Martouf, and even the zat'arc testing (Jack still called it 'zanax'), they found themselves laughing, crying, and smiling over the memories of their time on the base. Jack was a little bit tipsy, meaning his reserve had loosened somewhat. Sam found herself wondering exactly how loose his control had become. The past few weeks, being back, living with Jack, had been wonderful. But she noticed that apart from with the nightmares, Jack seemed reserved around her, treating her almost like china. She knew it was out of respect, but she wanted more. And, she thought evilly, she was damn well going to get it tonight.

Asking Jack to dance, she slid out of her chair and sidled over to him. Pulling him out of his seat and onto the dance floor, she internally cheered as the music became slow and sultry, fitting her plan perfectly. Swaying in front of him, she pulled him close to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She moved languorously against him, swaying in time to the music, and then turned slowly so that her ass rested on his crotch, and his hands on her stomach. A smile grew on her face at the thought of their position – she felt a warmth inside her at the thought of his hands on her pregnant stomach, and a flush that was purely sexual at the pressure against her rear. Grinding softly against him, she shuddered as he leant forward and, finally taking the initiative, captured her earlobe gently in his teeth. Nibbling slightly, he whispered into her ear, making her tremble.

"Do you know what you've been doing to me all night in that dress, Sam? What you're doing to me now? Can you feel it?" With the whisper, he pulled her more firmly onto him, and she gasped as she felt how hard he was through his jeans. The pressure made her shiver with pleasure, and she decided to play along with him.

"Oh, I can feel it Jack. I've been feeling the same way all night. With your hair all mussed, and those jeans that fit so well around your ass… God, I've wanted to jump you since you opened the door. In fact, I wanted to jump you pretty much since I saw you back at Janet's all those weeks ago. But you've been treating me like china. Well, Jack, guess what?" Sam turned around, facing Jack, and he could see the passion flaring in her blue eyes. "I'm not made of glass Jack. And tonight, I'm going to prove that to you." Sam grabbed Jack, and pulled him in towards her for a passionate, soul-searing kiss. Feeling him rise even more, if that were possible, she pulled away, and with a wicked grin on her face, she walked back to the table, leaving him standing there in shock. As he gradually began to return to his senses, she came back over.

"Jack? We should make our way home now. I've asked for the check." Noticing Sam was carrying something in a take-away bag, he looked at her with one eyebrow raised questioningly. "Well, we didn't get to dessert. So I ordered some chocolate mousse." Noticing the wicked look in Sam's eyes, Jack shuddered as her previous words played through his head. God help him, whatever she had planned for tonight would probably kill him. But what a way to go!

They stumbled onto the porch, laughing. The previous sexual tension hadn't evaporated, but it was tempered with an easy camaraderie that made the heat easier to bear. As he fumbled with his keys in the lock, she slowly began to run her fingers along her neck, tickling gently in just the right spot. Hearing a hiss of indrawn breath, she smiled as he finally managed to open the door. Walking in behind him, she gasped as she was suddenly pulled into his embrace. Shutting the door behind her and leaning her against it, he began to kiss slowly along the column of her neck, silently thanking the gods she'd chosen to wear a low-cut, spaghetti strap top – more skin for him to play with. Slowly, languorously making his way along her neck and shoulders, he felt her hands come up and grab his arms. Smiling at the breathy little moans she was making, he nuzzled one strap off her shoulder, and began to kiss lower. Moving towards the neckline of her top, he kissed along the rounded swell of her breasts that peeked above it. Feeling her hands come up to tangle in his hair, he stopped his ministrations to look her squarely in the eyes, smiling slightly as she bemoaned the loss of contact.

"Sam? Do you want this, I mean really? Now? Because I've needed this for so long, and I don't think I'll be able to stop once we get started. I don't want to hurt you." The words 'like Pete' hung unspoken in the air, and tears shone in Sam's eyes at his concern.

"I want this Jack, more than anything. Please, don't stop. I trust you, you can't hurt me." Her smile then turned devilish. "Besides, what do you think the chocolate mousse was for?"

"I swear, woman, you're going to be the death of me!" Groaning, Jack swung Sam up into his arms. Giggling, she grabbed the bag with the chocolate mousse in, and he took them up the stairs as fast as he could with an aching hard-on and a pregnant woman in his arms.