lalala, I didnt wake up later than usual and therefore didnt JUST get around to updating. Jeesh, you imagine things! Haha, enjoy the chaptterr, it's kind of sweet in a sad way at the beginning. Well, for you extreme shipper people at least. Also, I know I have a "no double update on sunday" rule, but I MIGHT bend that, MIGHT... This is a longer chapter than the others so I'm not sure yet.
Chapter 22: The One And Only
Last Time: When they pulled away, Jack pulled her close and whispered
in her ear. "I have another thought…" he said quietly, caressing the
back of her neck lovingly.
"What's that?" Carter asked, leaning back from him, drawing a small
grunt of disapproval from the man who was lathering her neck with
kisses.
"Want to try for that baby again?" he murmured into her ear, putting his hands on both sides of her cheek as he held his head where he was looking her in the eyes, his own two brown wells showing sincerity.
Sam looked up at him, her eyes wide and startled, and he only shrugged at her, sheepishly, hoping he hadn't said the wrong thing too soon. With a devilish grin, Sam leaned forward and nodded into his chest, hiding the blush that swept onto her smooth cheeks. . Grinning, he swung her into his arms, and much to her giggling protest and playful hits, carried her up the stairs.
Carefully, he flumped her down softly on the bed with the rose petals. Pausing for a moment as he looked down on her, sprawled out on his bed with her hands folded back near her head, he looked into her eyes, entranced by the emotion she was radiating back at him. Swiftly, he put his knees on either side of her legs, his hands by her shoulders and bent down to kiss her. As his lips embraced hers delicately, she snaked her arms around his neck and he pulled her up, reaching around her back to fumble for her zipper.
A chord hummed in Carter's heart, and she whimpered softly. "Wait," she murmured, her voice muffled by his lips.
He paused and pulled away to gaze deep into her eyes, tipping her chin up to do so. "Something wrong?" he asked, his heart pounding with silent fear that he refused to express.
Sam shook her head, but scooted close to him, so she was sitting in his lap. She leaned her head back into his shoulder. "I just…want to be held…please?" The silent plea in her voice struck something in his heart. Though he couldn't see it, she was cringing, hoping he wasn't going to hate her for the request.
Jack smiled softly, and grabbed her around the waist, sliding back on the bed and dragging her with him until they were resting against the backboard. He pulled her tight into his chest and cradled his arms around her lovingly, leaned his head against hers. "Of course," he said. For Samantha, he could wait forever.
Sam sighed happily and grasped his hands, closing her eyes. She just needed to know it was a reality before she got too lost in it...
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Sam woke up the next morning to the sun shining it's golden rays through the window. Groaning, she found herself trying to turn, only to be blocked by a large wall. She looked over her shoulder in attempt to find out what the wall was, and found herself staring at Jack.
She smiled and rested her head on the pillows again, arching her back into his chest to get more comfortable. His hands twitched over her side, and she interlaced her fingers with his. Placing her head underneath of his chin, she closed her eyes, blotting out the sun, and fell back asleep.
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Jack woke up later in the morning, opening his eyes slowly, not fully prepared for the sight he saw. In his direct vision was the back of his second-in-commands, now his fiancée's hair. He leaned up to look at her peaceful face, and smiled happily. He had finally made the right choice. Kissing her cheek softly, he slipped out of the bed and tread softly downstairs to create her morning surprise.
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When Sam woke up the second time, it was to the delicious aroma and the absence of her wall. Yawning, she got up and walked over to the closet, yanking one of Jack's shirts out of it. (It seemed as though that after she fell asleep cuddling with him, he'd taken off her dress and left her in her shift for the night). Pulling it on, she walked down the stairs and found her way to the kitchen by following her nose.
Walking in, she found Jack brewing a pot of coffee and flipping sizzling pancakes, a smiley face with hearts as eyes was arranged on them in chocolate chips. "Morning," she said, sitting herself down across from him, a marble counter separating them.
"Morning." He poured her coffee and slid it across the counter at her, before turning back to work on the pancakes. After a few moments of silence, he said. "Daniel and Teal'c are coming today…"
Sam's eyebrows raised over the rim of her cup. "Really?" she asked, surprised. She would have guessed her CO would have liked to spend the week alone.
Jack shrugged innocently as he handed her the pancakes, watching her face light up as she saw them. "I figured you'd want them to know," he said warmly, his trademark grin with the happy eyes and slightly raised eyebrows on his face.
"Of course!" Sam said happily, putting down her cup as she picked up her knife and fork. O'Neill stood on the other side of the counter still, his palms resting on it carefully as he watched her eat. "It's just that I thought…"
"They'll only be spending the day," he said, finishing her thoughts for her.
Sam grinned for her response, and set about eating her pancakes. Jack walked around the corner with his own coffee to sit down beside her. They ate in silence, still gathering their energy about them as the morning begun, until Jack said, "Shouldn't you call your father?"
Sam forced herself not to choke on her pancakes and she slammed her hand down on the desk. "Of course!" she half yelled, setting O'Neill into a cringe. Loud noises in the morning were not his friend.
"Phone in the bedroom," he said, quietly. "Your dad's at Mark's house."
Sam nodded and walked off quickly. He heard her thump up the stairs and smiled over the rim of his cup. Silently, he crept up the stairs after her and leaned against the wall outside of his room.
Sam nervously twined the cord of the phone in-between her fingers as she punched the numbers on the phones base. After four rings, when she was muttering lowly, "Come on, pick up, pick up…"
On the fifth ring, the phone picked up and she heard a groggy, "'ello?"
"Mark!" she babbled excitedly into the phone, trying to keep her voice under control.
"Sammy?" the voice asked, and she could just see her brother pick his head off of the pillows and prop it up with his hand. "You okay?"
Sam nodded into the phone, too oblivious at the moment to realize that her brother couldn't see that. Instead, she said, "Is dad there?"
"Yea," she could hear the confusion in Marks voice. "He got here a few days ago…why?"
"Can I talk to him?"
But in the background from the phone she could hear "Is that Sam?" and knew her dad had entered the room. She could picture the puzzled look on Mark's face, wondering why it seemed as though everyone but him knew what was going on. In the background again, she heard, "Put her on speaker."
"Dad?"
"I'm here Sam," Jacob said, fighting to keep his voice steady. "Did he ask?"
A muffled "ask what?" was heard from her brother, and she chuckled softly, pulling her legs up onto the bed as she flopped back onto it. "Yes."
"Ask what?" Mark asked again, slightly louder.
"I accepted," she said, wriggling her toes with glee as she burrowed her head into the pillow.
"Accepted what!"
"Oh Sam, that's wonderful! I knew you would!"
"Would what? Would someone tell me what's going on? Sam?"
Sam laughed into the phone happily. "I'm getting married, Mark!"
She could almost see her brother sit up straight, his face perplexed, and her dads knowing smile spreading across his face. "To who?"
"Jack!"
"O'Neill?" Marks voice was suprised.
"The one and only…."
Jack smiled softly from the door and slipped back down the stairs, allowing Sam to continue the conversation in peace. A happy fluttering settled around his heart, and for what seemed like the hundredth time, he knew he made the right decision. Looking skyward, he grudgingly thanked Mayborne for giving him a chance to require a favor for Hammond. And, the NID. He shuddered, finding it hard to believe that it was in-directly because of them that he was now with Sam…
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Aw, cute, huh? yes, that was only CUDDLING that night, okay? uhhhm oh ya, sorry if the phone conversations not all that great...I'm...not good at phone convos? bah. Jacobs out of chara, I know...but stillllllll it had to be done else you'd all kill me with "what does her dad think" and such.
