"When we first got together I used to regret that it took us so long to finally fight for what we wanted."

Jack looked down into the azure depths of his wife's eyes for a moment before speaking,

"And now?"

Sam looked up from the spot on his chest where she had been fiddling with his t-shirt. She took in a deep breath and smiled…not just a regular smile, it wasn't that Jack didn't love any kind of Carter smile, but this…this was a killer. Jack could practically feel his insides melt and his brain reduce to a pile of steaming goo…that was one hell of a smile!

"Now? Now I wouldn't change a second of it," she sounded so sure; her voice strong and powerful, laced with the joy that was coursing through her body.

It took Jack a moment to respond, after all, at this point he was pretty sure his brain was pooling at his feet in the kitchen floor.

"Really?" Sam nodded, still giving him an eye-full of that smile, "Not a second?" Sam shook her head, "Not even all those times we were so close to death that I would rather not think about it, or when the fate of the entire universe rested solely on your shoulders?"

Sam shook her head, "And you know why?" It was Jack's turn to shake his head, "Because if we did anything differently, we wouldn't have this…this perfect, amazing life we have right now." Sam looked down to where her hands were splayed on his chest, for a moment before meeting his eyes once again, "So, no. I wouldn't change a second of our lives; because over the eight years that we danced around each other, we went through so much together, and got to know each other better than we ever could have under different circumstances." Jack was enthralled; his eyes were glued to Sam's. Even if he wanted to he wouldn't be able to look away. "I mean…we went through more than any body in this planet ever could; that makes us so much stronger. It makes me realise that…that we can survive anything."

Sam looked up and met Jacks eyes, and what she saw there…well, lets just say that it was a good thing Jack had his arms around her or her legs would have given out…the emotion in his eyes was so raw and powerful that…well, she could barely breathe.

Jack was dumb founded…he really had no idea what to say, at the best of times he wasn't the most articulate human being, but this…this was intense. So he did the only thing that felt right, he did what you are all expecting, he knew it was a cliché, but he didn't care.

He kissed her.

Sam felt her legs become weak as Jack's lips connected with her own, instinctively the arms around her waist tightened as the kiss became deeper and more intense. Jack could feel Sam's fingers raking up his biceps, the sensation causing goose bumps to break out over his exposed flesh. It was amazing what a single touch could do him. Sam sighed against his lips as her husband's hands began to work their way under her top; his touch was feather light against the skin of her back, so much so that it tickled her. She pulled away from his fingers; making the front of their bodies fully connect from chest, to hip, to knee. The sudden movement caused their lips to separate as Sam gasped.

"You know I'm ticklish there," the words were no more than a whisper against the skin of Jack's neck. He could feel the warmth of her breath on the underside of his jaw as Sam's brow rubbed against his unshaven face. Jack was so lost in the feeling of Sam against his body that he almost didn't register the words, he inhaled through his nose; taking in her intoxicating scent, a mixture of her shampoo, the perfume she had worn the day before and something else he could never quite identify.

"I know," Jack didn't really care at this point, however, because there was a large expanse of Sam skin in very close proximity, which, of course had to take precedence over the tickling issue. He lowered his head and set to work on exploring as much of said Sam skin with his mouth as possible. He really loved that she slept in those skimpy camisole tops. As soon as Jack's lips descended on her bare neck she gasped again, for an entirely different reason. God, he was good at that.

The feeling of his lips moving over her neck caused Sam to release a small moan. The moment he hit the sweet spot against her pulse point the moan became decidedly less soft and acquired a nice throaty texture, which in turn spurred Jack onwards, towards his goal. He began to back them up so that Sam was trapped between his hard body and the edge of the counter. Continuing his assault on her neck his hands began to make a course towards the waistband of the sweat pants she was wearing. Due to the fact that they were his, they hung low on her hips; he slipped his thumbs under the waistband at the back and slowly brought them round to caress the soft skin on her hips. Sam's hands, however, were not idle; they had worked their way around his front and were currently journeying under his t-shirt, across his stomach, continuing upward until they were forced to part so Sam could pull the piece of clothing over his head.

Divested of his shirt, Jack once again pushed Sam up against the counter, his hands going back to work at the waist of her pants; easing them down, they slid easily from her hips and pooled on the floor around her feet. Bracing her hands against the wood, Sam lifted herself up until she was perched on the edge of the work surface. She opened her legs and pulled Jack to her so her thighs were straddling his slim hips. Then his mouth was devouring her again, trying to take in as much of her as possible at any one moment, it was like he was everywhere at once. Sam felt his arms once again come around her waist and pull her body closer to his, if it was even feasible at this point; they were so close it was almost impossible to differentiate between the two. Jack brought his hands lower and lifted Sam from the surface, her legs automatically going around his waist, their lips still connected, Jack turned them around and began to move for the door while Sam continued to suck and nip and taste his mouth as her arms came around his shoulders. By this point all thoughts of breakfast…and pretty much anything else had been abandoned. It was always like this with theses two. They could become so totally focused on each other that, it sounds clichéd but… nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.

One of Jack's hands had snaked it's way under the back of her shirt, the other was firmly planted around her hips holding her to him, not that she would try to go anywhere or anything, but still…

They made it as far as the hallway before Sam found her back being pressed into the wall and Jack's chest pushing against her own. Jack released her hip and she lowered her feet to the ground. The second they hit the floor his mouth was upon her again, this time, however it was not on her lips. He trailed his way along her jaw and as his lips clasped over her ear lobe Sam released a soft sigh against his temple. Jack continued his course gradually southwards down her neck, ensuring to pause at her pulse point. He had learned pretty quickly that focusing on this particular area for a while could cause Sam to make some rather enjoyable noises, there was the occasional moan of his name, however, they were often pretty incoherent. Not that that would put him off or anything.

"Jack…" Sam managed to get out at least one solid word before she felt Jack's hand begin to journey south along her jaw, down her neck, over her collar bone continuing downwards until he cupped her breast through the soft cotton of her shirt, causing her groan.

"Jack… are you…" Sam was having some trouble getting her words out as said hand began, again, to journey southwards over her flat stomach, pretty amazing actually considering she had just had a baby, I mean getting a person out of you is no small task. As Jack's fingers began to tease the edge of her underwear Sam once again tried to articulate her thoughts over her laboured breathing

"…are you…" moan "sure we sh- " moan. Jack felt an amazing amount of pride at the fact he could make Samantha Carter (O'Neill actually. God, he loved that!) inarticulate. He continued on, regardless, his hand was now totally inside his wife's underwear, as his fingers began to explore Sam's head fell forward against his shoulder and her hands gripped his arms a little tighter. Pretty soon her breathing was becoming steadily more ragged and one her hands had found it's way up into his hair and was gently tugging at the sort strands at his nape.

"Jack. Oh God." Sam ground herself harder against his hand as she felt the sensations build and begin to intensify. Pressing a kiss to her temple Jack increased the pace of his fingers and using his thumb to stroke over here clitoris; it was only seconds before Sam climaxed around his hand, releasing a cry against his neck. After a moment Sam kissed his neck and felt his hand withdraw and come around her shoulders, bringing her away from the wall and tighter against his chest.

"Bedroom?" She murmured against his skin. She felt Jack dip as he lifted easily from the floor, bringing her legs once again around his waist he carried her the rest of the way down the hall towards their bedroom. Sam's face was still pressed into his neck, her upper body slumped against his naked chest; she was pretty spent after their little interlude in the hallway. After recovering a bit Sam became aware that she could feel Jacks erection pressing against her stomach, motivation enough to give her the little energy boost she needed.

Entering the bedroom Jack kicked the door closed behind them, he walked towards the bed and laid them down, bracing himself above her he smiled down at her pleasure hazed expression, the lazy grin that spread across her face as she pulled his lips down onto hers in a slow sensual kiss. One of Jack's hands leisurely made it's way down her thigh to her knee where he gently urged Sam to bend her leg, pulling it high on his hip. Cradling him between her strong legs Sam rolled her hips just enough to brush against his shaft, which was trapped between their bodies. At the sudden sensation Jack's lips broke away from Sam's as he gasped. Catching him off guard Sam rolled them over so she was straddling his slim hips, she grinned down at him as he looked up at her with a shocked expression on his face. She once again lowered her lips to his own, pulling back she placed a trail of open mouthed kisses down his jaw, and along his neck; echoing the path he had taken with his own lips along her neck only minutes ago. Slowly working her way down his body, she paused and dipped her tongue into the delicious hollow of his throat, pulling a small moan from his lips. When it came to sex Jack O'Neill was never a particularly vocal person, hell in general Jack was never a particularly vocal person, but my God, the things this woman could do him. It was like she knew exactly where to touch him to extract the greatest responses. They were so in tune to each other's bodies, as is they had been created specifically for one another (I know, another cliché, please forgive.) Sam continued down his body, down his breastbone, pausing at his stomach, one her favourite parts of him. Those crunches really did pay off.

She dipped her tongue into his navel and felt his abdominal muscles tense, grinning she looked up and met his eyes and saw that he had been watching her the entire time, the look of desire written all over his face was so intense that Sam almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing. Placing a light kiss just above his belly button she tore her eyes away from his and got back to the task at hand. She continued as she had been before until she reached the waistband of his boxer shorts, lifting her hands from where they had been resting on his hips and slipped her fingers beneath it. She began to gently pull them down, her kempt fingernails lightly grazing his flesh. Jack lifted his hips slightly from the bed to aid her in the removal of his last piece of clothing. Once Sam had freed him of the cotton shorts she tossed them over her shoulder, not really caring where they landed, she let her appreciative gaze drift over his body, and it was quite a body. The man was in shape. She let her eyes rake over him until she looked up at her husband's face. God, she was so in love with this man. He was so willing to give her his all, make himself totally accessible to her; at first they had both found it a little difficult to fully open up to each other, after so long of strictly guarding the emotional barriers they had built around themselves, it was odd not to have to hide things. But now, after over a year of successful and blissfully happy marriage, at moments like this there were absolutely no walls between them, his eyes conveyed everything he was feeling. Intense and overpowering desire, love, respect, you name it and it was in there. At moments like this… he took her breath away.

Leaning forward Sam braced her wait against the mattress and pressed her lips against his in a soft, gentle caress, she pulled back a moment later and brushed her fingers through the hair on his forehead and down the side of his cheek; her finger tips coming to play along the soft contours of his lips. A gentle hand came up and clasps Sam's own, Jack pursed his lips and laid a chaste kiss where her fingers rested on his mouth and then another on her palm. Pulling his arms around her pressed her against his chest and rolled them over so now he was cradled between her legs, while his weight held her down against the mattress.

Sam frowned up at him,

"But what about-" Jack cut her off with kiss.

"It doesn't matter." Jack's voice was soft and quiet in the room.

"I was gonna-" Again Jack stopped her mid-sentence by pressing his lips against hers. This time a little harder.

"It doesn't matter," Jack's voice still quiet but firmer, resting his weight on his forearms he brought his hands up to cup the side of her face again her brought his lips down to his wife's, but this time not to silence her words, just to enjoy the sweet taste of her lips against his own.

The next thing Sam knew Jack's hands were easing her shirt up her torso, his arms going behind her back to raise her up off the bed so he could get it up all the way and over her head. Tossing it behind him in the same careless manner which she had his boxer shorts, her lay back down on the bed and raked his hands down her rib cage and came around her front, gently needing her sensitised breasts. No one could stand that much foreplay and not have a tingly feeling all over their chest. Sam let out a low moan as a deft finger brushed across her nipple.

"Jack," Sam sighed his name after another few moments of his delicious torture, sensing the pleading note in her voice he met her eyes, then moved his hands down her body to remover her, now soaked, panties. Sliding the white cotton from her hips it joined their other discarded clothing somewhere on their bedroom floor. Moving back over her body Jack found himself, once again cradled between Sam's legs as she lifted one to wrap it around his waist, pulling her knee up over his hip. Bringing her arms around his shoulders Sam pulled his head down and nipped at his lower lip soothing the skin with her lips, she stroked her tongue across his lips; all the prompting Jack needed to willingly open his mouth to her, allowing her to slide her tongue over his and gently probe his mouth.

Then he was pushing himself deep inside of her, in one smooth motion they were fully joined, Sam swore her eye's rolled right back into her head as she gasped at the exquisite feeling of finally having him inside of her. Jack let out a horse moan against the skin of her shoulder. The two just revelled in the feeling of each other for a few moments before Jack lifted himself up and kissed Sam as he began to gently move his hips against her own. His thrusts were deep and even and Sam matched him every time. Sam let the sensations wash over her as she became totally lost in the man before her, the feelings of pleasure coursing through her as the two moved together in a slow rhythm. Sam trailed her hands over his muscular back as Jack's lips worked over her neck and shoulder, all the while their movements constant and steady. As the friction began to build Jack's thrusts slowly began to increase in pace, Sam pressed soft kisses against his shoulder and collarbone as he moved over her. Her breaths now coming in small pants as her pleasure began to increase with the quickened pace. Jack trailed his hand down Sam's side, along her thigh, hitching it a little higher on his hip causing his penetration to become that little bit deeper.

Sam moaned at the further pleasure of Jack slipping a little farther inside of her, rocking her hips against those of her husband Sam continued meet him thrust for thrust, now clenching her inner muscles against him. Causing him to groan against her shoulder. With every breath Sam was releasing small groans of pleasure, which were gradually becoming more and more incessant with every thrust, Sam pressed a small kiss against Jack's jaw as she began to feel the beginnings of her orgasm build low in her abdomen. She scraped her fingers across her husband's shoulder blades, pressing her fingers tips around the joint as the intensity of her pleasure began to increase more and more.

Jack was panting softly against her skin; one hand squeezed Sam's hip as the other supported him above her, by the sounds Sam was making Jack could tell she was getting close. Releasing her hip he supported his weight above her with both hands and further increased the pace, thrusting heavily inside of her. Sam arched her back from the mattress and ground her hips against her husband's thrusts, the sounds of her pleasure mingling with Jack's low moans and their heavy breathing as they moved against one another. Jack could feel his own pleasure building but held back just a little longer, knowing his wife was very close to climax.

As Sam got closer and closer to the edge her vocalisations became that little bit loader and soon she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, biting down on her lip and squeezing her eyes closed as Jack continued to thrust heavily into her.

"Ah…Jack! Oh God!" Sam clenched her muscles around his shaft, causing him to groan her name and falter slightly with his rhythm, giving away that he was just as close to the edge as Sam. With two or three more deep, powerful thrusts Sam broke around him, crying out at the intense pleasure spreading throughout her entire body. It was mere seconds after Sam's orgasm took over that Jack let go of his control and let his climax ravage his body, releasing a deep cry into the crook of his wife's shoulder as his muscles tensed and Sam felt his orgasm wash through her.

Sam's legs slipped from his hips as she felt him soften inside of her, she recovered first, still breathing heavily she brought her hands up to stroke through Jack's soft, short hair, his forehead was pressed against her shoulder, his breathing as laboured as hers as she turned her head and pressed a kiss against his temple.

"I love you."

She felt Jack's lips against her neck as he lifted his head, looking down at her he lowered his lips to hers in a slow, languid kiss, pulling back his forehead came to rest against hers. Jack spoke in a low, rough whisper.

"You know I love you."

After a short moment, when their breathing had returned to normal, Jack pressed another kiss against Sam's lips and pulled out of her, causing her to moan lightly. Rolling onto his back next to her Sam automatically curled into his side, resting her head against his chest as his arm came around her shoulder, pulling her tightly against him as he pressed a kiss against her hair line, releasing a contented sigh. Sam was just happy to lie for a while, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear, her fingers idly playing with the smattering of hair across his chest, while his stroked softly up and down her spine in a calming motion. After a moment Sam released a soft sigh and lightly kissed her husband's chest.

"I knew there was a reason I married you."

She felt check chuckle before he spoke and could hear the smile on his voice,

"Well. It's nice to know I'm appreciated," Sam turned, pushing herself up on to her elbow to look down at her husband, cupping his cheek and stroking his jaw with her thumb. Her gaze moved over his face, pausing on his mouth for a second, before she looked into his eyes, her voice was soft in the large room.

"More than you know." With the hand that was resting at the nape of her neck, Jack pulled her lips down onto his and kissed her, trying to convey just how much he appreciated her. And… well, lets just say that it was working. He was a very good kisser. Sam was pretty sure she was starting to turn to goo all over again, when, for the second time that day, they were interrupted by a wail from the baby monitor. Sam released a huff of laughter at Jack's moan, pulling back from his mouth she looked down at him and smiled, his hand stroked through her mused hair before her spoke.

"Well, at least she waited until after this time," Laughing and shaking her head Sam pressed her lips against Jack's in a quick kiss.

"My turn?" Jack nodded up at his wife, kissing her again before she slipped from on top of him and out of the bed. She pulled on her cami top and Jack's discarded boxers, throwing another pair at his head where he lay, reclined on their bed.

"Put some clothes on," she chuckled as he pulled the shorts from his head and glared at her. Sam shook her head and gave him a coy grin.

"Oh, honey. That look stopped working on me years ago." Jack stopped glaring and shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching in a slight smile, he threw the covers back and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boxer shorts as Sam left the room.

When she came back, Jack was sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard, fingers laced behind his head, eyes closed and a rather dreamy look across his face. It was that grin. That sinfully sexy cat-who-got-the-cream-and-then-caught-the-canary-and-got-a-free-tummy-rub-too grin. Damn that man.

"What are you smiling at?" Sam questioned her husband as she came further into the room with a now settled, and happily fascinated with sucking her thumb baby Alison. Jack opened his eyes at the sound of his wife's voice and his smile only grew wider. He threw the covers back and opened his arms in a gesture for her to join him on the bed. Sam happily did so, leaning against his chest as his arm came around her shoulder and he smiled down at his baby girl, softly stroking the tuft of light brown hair on the top of her head.

"Well?" Sam asked again after they had gotten themselves comfortable.

"Oh. Uh, I was just… thinking."

"Uh oh. Should I be worried?" Sam smiled up at her husband, who frowned down at her in mock offence.

"Have you always been this impertinent or is it a new thing?" Sam giggled up at him in reply, at which Jack nudged her shoulder.

"Hey! You know the rule." Sam stopped giggling immediately and her face became deadly serious.

"Of course. I'm sorry, sir, please continue." Jack glared at her again and the corners of her mouth twitched just the tiniest bit. Jack shook his head in defeat and continued where he had left off, before he was so rudely interrupted.

"I was thinking, that…we're a living cliché." Sam twisted her head to look at him, a frown forming across her features.

"What? How so?"

"Look at us! We live in suburban Colorado Springs, it's a Sunday morning and we just had some fairly spectacular sex. Now we're lying in bed with our little girl and we're probably gonna read the paper," Jack looked back down at his wife, "all that's missing is the picket fence. I hate to say it… but we're a cliché."

Sam thought about it for a moment, and looked up at her husband.

"We save the galaxy on a weekly basis, and we don't have a dog… Yet. But so what if we're a little clichéd, we were anything but for a solid eight years. And beside, picket fences are overrated. I like ours better."

Jack was silent for a moment, and just stared into his wife's eyes before speaking.

"We're gonna get a dog?"

Sam smiled; shaking her head she tilted her up and kissed her husband.

Yep, it doesn't get much better than this…they really are perfect.

Even if they are a cliché.

The End.