A/N: My sister Courtney has banned me from studying in the last three hours before my Euopean History test (if I pass I get 6 college credits! yay!). This is being posted because of that. Her penname is ctp6 - thank her.

Sam had a phone to her ear, a dirty bowl in one hand and a sponge in the other as she multitasked talking to Belle and finishing the dishes she had let pile up all week.

"...And then Grandpa let me play with the model airplane he got yesterday! It was so cool! It's one of those Russian fighter jets."

Sam smiled, rinsing off the now clean bowl as she listened to Belle prattle on and on about model airplanes and speaking Russian. When the girl finally stopped for breath, Sam spoke, "That sounds great, Belle. I'm glad you're having a good time in Russia."

"I miss you, though. That's the one thing that's wrong."

"I miss you, too, princess. Hey, can I talk to Grandpa again, please?"

"Sure, just a minute. I love you."

"I love you too, Belle. Have a good day, okay?"

"Okay. Goodnight, Auntie Sam."

"Hello, Sam."

"Hey, Dad. How's Russia?"

"Cold. Very cold."

"That's what happens when the dignitary you're ordered to guard decides a trip to Siberia is in order. How are you?"

"Not to bad, Sammie. How's school?"

"Pretty good. I'm getting the highest grades in all my classes, and I get along with pretty much everybody."

Jacob chuckled, "You always do, sweetheart, you always do."

"So, I'll see you guys for Christmas?"

There was a pause before Sam's question was answered. "Actually, they're not giving me any time off for Christmas in the States. I have to stay here."

"Oh," Sam felt her heart deflate – it really would be six months before she saw Belle and her father again. "Okay."

"I'm sorry, Sammie. We'd come if we could."

"I know, Dad. Listen, there's someone at the door, I've got to go. Talk to you later."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

"Bye."

Sam hung up with tears in her eyes. She so desperately wanted to cry, but she was so stubborn that she wouldn't let the tears fall. There was another knock on the door, reminding her why she ended the phone call.

Adjusting the sky blue lace and spandex camisole she wore with a pair of faded black sweat pants she walked to the door. On the other side stood one Jack O'Neill.

Jack looked up and down Sam's body, surprised at how she looked in what he guessed was her pajamas. The camisole she wore exposed much of her skin that Jack had often dreamt about and caused his body to do things he didn't want it to do.

Without warning to either of them, Jack mouth was over Sam's and they were kissing each other passionately. It took only a split second for Sam to respond to Jack's kiss – she wanted it just as badly as he did. When they broke apart for air, Jack kicked Sam's door shut and she led him further into the apartment and over to her couch that they promptly fell onto, ravishing each other's mouths again.

Sam's brain finally caught up with what she and Jack were doing when she felt something rather hard against her stomach. She sat up, pulling away from Jack as she caught her breath. "Wow," she said, breathing heavily.

Jack sat up next to her, rather embarrassed at what had happened, but happy she hadn't kicked his ass yet. "Yeah. Listen, I didn't-"

"If you tell me you're sorry for doing that or you didn't mean to I'll kick your ass, O'Neill." Sam looked at him with a smile on her face, "Only thing I'm worried about now is the fact that if I hadn't stopped kissing you we'd be having sex right now."

Jack shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, "Yeah, I'm-"

"Don't say you're sorry, idiot." Sam grinned at him, moving to sit on his lap. "I'm not."

Jack stopped her when she was sitting rather close, "If you sit on my lap, something's going to happen that I could go to jail for, Sam."

Sam pouted prettily, "And here I was thinking that if no one finds out you can't get in trouble. Silly me."

Jack groaned again, not liking what the conversation was doing to him, "Seriously, Sam. I have a no sex policy that I don't want to break."

Sam stopped joking around, moving a few inches away from him she said, "Jack, I'm on my period. It doesn't matter how much either of us want it – it ain't happenin'."

A sense of relief and regret surrounded Jack as she told him that. He also felt kinda embarrassed that she had broached the subject at all. His masculinity felt rather compromised at the news of Sam's…monthly cycle.

The sixteen year old giggled at the reaction from her eighteen year old companion. "Sorry, Jack, but that's the truth of it. I would've thought with a sister and all you'd know all about that."

"She hasn't hit that stage, yet, Sam. She's only twelve." Jack grinned, loving the sound of her giggling but not really appreciating the responses his body was admitting. "No giggling."

Sam stopped and looked at Jack with a smile, "So…what brings you to my neck of the woods, Jack?"

Jack motioned toward her outfit, "Could you possibly find a different shirt, first, please?"

Sam rolled her eyes, getting up, "Sure, Jack. I'd be glad to change out of my favorite camisole just because you can't stop looking at my rack."

"HEY!"

A few moments later, Sam came back out into the living room with an oversized black Science Club t-shirt on. "The camisole's on underneath it, isn't it?" Jack asked, eying her cautiously.

"Yep. I'm too lazy to take it off right now." Sam plopped back onto the couch, "So, what'd you want?"

"Uhh…I uh…I was wondering if…"

"If I wanted to go out with you for dinner tomorrow night at about 1800 hours? Sure."

Jack's unease was replaced with a reassured smile. "How does Italian sound?"

Sam made a face, "I prefer Mexican."

Jack nodded, "We can do Mexican. So, 1800, like you said, right?"

Sam gave him a mega-watt smile, "Sounds fabulous."

"You know," Jack said, leaning in for another kiss, "I just might be the luckiest guy in the whole world?"

Sam smiled into Jack's lips, "And the biggest suck-up."

A/N: So? What did you guys think? I had a little problem writing this chapter, but I have a camisole like the one Sam's wearing and as soon as I got it I knew it had to be in here. Please review! Did I screw it up too badly?