Jack hung up the phone and turned with a mock glare to Sam, who was trying her best to look innocent in her partly undone blouse.
"You know, you don't really pull that look off well when your bra's showing," he said as he let his hands roam up and down her arm.
Sam's only response was to lean into his touch and moan with pleasure as his hand roamed further around her body. "Not tonight, Jack," she said as he lent in to kiss her. "I'm too tired to do anything but sleep."
Jack grinned and kissed her softly on the forehead before picking her up and carrying her (much to her delight) into his bedroom and setting her down on his bed. "I think we've had too much to drink," he muttered softly as he kicked off his shoes and pants.
Sam mumbled something in agreement as she shrugged off her own jeans and leaned into Jack as he lay down next to her.
The first thing Jack O'Neill noticed the next morning was the fact that he was cold – very cold. He was a lot colder than when he had gone to sleep the previous night, and was wondering where his 'bed warmer' had gone. Getting up, he shrugged on a pair of jeans and went out to the kitchen, looking for Sam.
Sam moaned as she stared at the coffee cup in front of her. When she heard a noise come from the hallway, she grinned knowing it was Jack. "Good morning, Jonathan."
He grinned back, "Good morning, Samantha. Where'd you run off to this morning?"
She smiled fondly at him, "I woke up in the middle of the night, and decided it would probably be best if we didn't actually share a bed. It might become a bad habit." At Jack's forlorn look, Sam rose from her seat and pulled Jack's head down to hers, whispering, "You know, it's a good thing my boss has me on down time right now, otherwise I might get in trouble."
After they parted, Jack stayed close, "Yeah, I hear he's a pretty lenient guy. Good looking, too."
Sam started giggling and Jack responded by mercilessly tickling her, "What have I said about giggling, Carter?"
Her only response was to shriek and try and squirm away. When she noticed his hands stop tickling her, she lent up and kissed him again, full of passion and unadulterated love.
Jack groaned again, "This is wrong."
"I know," Sam whispered back. "How long until Hanukkah?"
Jack laughed – that was so not the question he thought she would ask. "Two weeks, Carter, two weeks."
Sam tilted her head to one side as if contemplating something. Jack thought he could see the wheels turning in her brain. "You know, sir? I think this is actually the first time I've been grateful that Daniel's broken his leg." She smiled devilishly, "And I have every intention of spending all that time off base."
Jack eyed the woman beside him warily, "Why? What do you have in mind?"
Sam looked at him innocently, "A Hanukkah miracle eight years in the making."
The silver haired General gave Sam a look full of love and desire, "I think I might be able to help with that."
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