A/N: All of you better thank Natters. Due to her and the various hooks she has in me, I have been pressured (ei coerced) into adding another chapter far sooner than I expected. As a result, The soonest possible time another chapter - if such a chapter is forthcoming- can be expected will be Friday. In the meantime, as previously mentioned, I have plenty of kickass stories already up. Eyes and Three Little Words seem to be the favorites of my fanatically devoted. Also, reviews and emails are much appreciated. Check my damn profile. Of course, this is dedicated to Mistress Natters.

Light managed to find its way into the room. Jack rolled on his stomach, felt a presence move with him. He curled closer to it, without remembering quite who it was. All that mattered was the tiny primitive voice in his head that told him that yes, it was okay. That presence was his mate, his woman. He grunted, and the alarm went off. Eyes cracked open to see a thin beam of grey light peeking through curtains, and the red of the clock's numbers- 6:00. He groaned and slapped irritable at it, rolled a bit. A golden halo of blond hair rested on the pillow beside him. The face below it was calm, serene. Carter. She slept peacefully, a smile on those lips he longed to kiss.

WHAT THE FUCK? Well, a dream come true...but now what?

The answer came swiftly to his sleep-addled mind: pretend nothing happened. Do what you normally do. He sauntered off, took a piss, showered, poured himself a bowl of Fruit Loops. Everything he normally would. He got the paper, checked the headlines, found Carter grinning and rooting through his cabinets. He smiled.

So perfectly natural.

Each morning, Sam woke up. She woke up, pulling at fragments of half-forgotten dreams. Reaching out for a body that was never there beside her. For the first time, she had woken up not to a dream, but to her mate's foraging. She didn't chase dreams anymore- she was living hers. She felt...exalted. Like she was walking on a cloud. Looking through Jack's selection of food- mostly sugary cereals and microwavable meals- she simply opted to eat what he did. Circling around the table, she was seized by those urges once again. She leaned down, kissed Jack on the forehead, and continued around to the silverware drawer.

If only this was every morning, I could die happy.

Jack stopped, spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth. A small patch of his forehead tingled and jumped. Carter continued on as he watched. She wore only panties and his old tee, legs exposed to the grey light and his eyes. His reactions, while distinctly male and predictable, felt embarrassing. He tried to cover it up, and continued eating quietly. She plunked her weight down on the old chair across from him. The kiss didn't bother him, nor did her questionable dress. The regs seemed far off now, like some oft-heard of but largely unremarkable country.

Sam seems happy enough. Might as well enjoy it.

She was staring at him like a lovesick teenager, and she knew it. But she didn't care. The SGC? They could go to hell. As long as she woke up beside Jack until the day she died, she'd be fine. She felt like either giggling or tipping his chair over and riding him raw. She opted to giggle and enjoy the moment, managing to suppress the animalistic urges.

Geez, it's like I'm sixteen again.

He passed her the front page without being asked, teeth clicking on the spoon. There wasn't much noise, aside from the crunching of the meal. It was calm, peaceful. He had two bowls polished off before long, but was still hungry. He knew he could always grab a donut at the Mountain, so he held off on the third. Instead, he put the dishes in the sink, looked out the window. The sky was still low, heavy with clouds. Pillars of light broke through the grey mass above, turning everything from his front yard to the horizon into a living Parthenon. Sun was struggling through, columns of brightness seeming to keep the sky aloft.

What a day. Oh, shit, gonna be late.

She was waiting for him, when he turned around. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his around her waist. It was natural, it was the way things out to have been from the beginning. Though they had always kept an uncomfortable distance between them throughout the past years, the closeness was right, was inexplicably perfect. Almost as if they had done it every day of their lives. She stared into those dark eyes of his.

Please don't let this end. Please.

Fortunately for Jack, his impulse control was far weaker than his lover's. He saw into the seas that were her eyes, and drowned. His lips were on hers before he knew it. He remembered the time loop, how she melted into the kiss then. The same thing happened then, and then, ass too soon, it was over. She broke away, pressed her head against his chest.

"Si...Jack..."

"Should we call in sick?"

"Ye...nossir. Just let me take a shower."

She smiled, gave her mate a peck on the cheek, and reluctantly let go of him. He watched her walk off, and tried to shake how surrealistically natural and right the mornings' events were.