A/N There was a different chapter here? I don't know what you're talking about...enjoy!
They made it about three feet into her house before his shirt was off. Another two and her shirt had found its way to the same floor.
The next three hours were a blur to her. Their first time wasn't anything like this. It was born out of desperation and comfort, not love. She had imagined so many things about this man over the years, but never once had she come to this conclusion. She knew sex with him would be mind-blowing. What she didn't know was that it would take her a full fifteen minutes to regain any sort of awareness after he made love to her. Wow.
When she woke up the next morning and rolled over, she noticed he wasn't there. Her breath quickened and tears formed in her eyes. Déjà vu was not something she appreciated in this circumstance, so forgoing clothing she sprinted from her room and ran down the hall. A torn "Jack!" coming from her lips.
He was there in an instant, coming around the corner at break-neck speed and almost colliding with her. Dressed only in his boxers he found himself with Carter wrapped tightly around his body, and leaning against the wall and sinking to the ground he soothed her with a hand through her hair.
He couldn't make anything out through her heaping sobs, and when she finally quieted down he lifted her head by grasping her chin, and looked straight at her asking,
"What's up Carter?" Her eyes closed in what looked like relief, and she kissed him.
"I love you, Jack." She finally said, through renewed tears.
"Well, I love you too, but that doesn't really explain why you just attempted to crawl under my skin." Looking at her inquisitively and prying for information, Jack hoped he wasn't pushing her too much.
"I woke up alone. You weren't there, I thought maybe you'd left again." Tears streaming slowly down her face blurred her vision, but the seriousness of the face looking back at her was not lost on her.
He grabbed her left hand and held it in front of her. She looked down as if only seeing the ring for the first time.
"I'm not going anywhere, Carter. Except right now I'm going to the kitchen—I don't want to burn breakfast."
A smile broke out across her face at the mention of breakfast, and a whispered, "You made me breakfast?" made her tears start again.
"Of course I did, Carter. Got to keep up your strength. Now, do you want one egg or two?"
"It doesn't matter as long as there are no bagels." was the reply he recieved as he went to flip the bacon, while contemplating what his friends reactions would be to this side of Samantha Carter.
A/N Ok, after careful consideration—and the finishing of some very important school-related things… I have decided to change the ending to this story slightly. Some thought it was abrupt—which it was, but I couldn't accomplish anything with the end in my head so I had to get something out. I hope some of you actually understand where I'm coming from. I'm going to fix it though, and thanks for putting up with my flippancy!