Haha! Chapter eight underway :) That's probably all we'll see of Dorkzilla, but that's the way Sam and I want it ;) Meanwhile, Major Carter is going to become Major Suckup…
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Mornings and Love Part Eight
Sam blinked slowly and walked into the kitchen. Her entire body felt numb, but she didn't care.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, she looked out the window. A stray tear ran down her cheek despite her vow never to cry over a man again.
Jack.
"Oh god, if only Jack knew…" she whispered, swallowing a sob.
Soft footsteps approached from behind. "If only Jack knew what?"
Sam whirled around, barely daring to believe her ears. But there he was, in the doorway to her kitchen. Gone was anger, hate. But neither was his expression loving. He was simply – simply Jack. Her friend, who'd been there for her from day one, through every Gou'ald prison cell, through every bit of torture.
Swallowing hard, she said, "That I love him more than words describe. That I'm so, so, so sorry for pushing you away. Then for running away."
He seemed to take each word and process it slowly. After a moment, he walked forward and said, his voice soft, "I know."
"How could you?" she whispered sadly. "I didn't tell you 'til just now."
"I – I overheard you and Pete."
Sam's eyes widened. "You – you saw us?"
"Yes, enough to hear you say you loved me, and a lot more." He paused, frowning slightly. "But you shouldn't have pushed me away."
"I know," she said miserably.
"Then why did you?"
Sam sighed, looking down at the ground. "Regulations," she said. "I didn't want us to get in trouble."
"You didn't mind that first night, when you broke up with Pete," he said accusingly.
It was Sam's turn to frown. "You mean when you pushed me away?" He had the good grace to look ashamed.
"Uhh…yeah, I won't argue there. I did throw the first punch…"
Sam reached out and grasped his hand. "Jack, it wasn't a matter of whether I wanted to kiss you or not, because believe me, I did. I wanted to kiss you so badly, and do other things that the Air Force generally frowns on in the chain of command." She gave him a crooked smile and he blushed, again!
"Okay, well, what was it a matter of?" he asked, coughing into his other hand to try and regain composure.
"We were on base. It's one thing to break the regs here, in the security of my own home, but we'd have to be really bold to do it right under their noses."
"That's why I turned up the radio, turned off the lights, and closed the door!" he exclaimed exasperatedly, tearing his hand from hers to run it through his hair.
"Oh, yeah, my lab sure was the most secure, top-secret room on the planet," Sam said sarcastically, folding her arms over her chest.
"And so is your house," he drawled, his voice equally sarcastic, but not scornful.
"At least there's a lesser chance," she argued. "If someone at the SGC needs me, they'll phone me. Or page me."
"You have a pager?" Jack asked curiously.
"Yes, but that's not the point."
He blinked, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Why haven't I heard of this mysterious pager?" he asked teasingly, "and more importantly, why haven't I got the number?"
Sam allowed a small smirk to grace her lips. "You, have my pager number? Sir, doesn't the phone have enough annoyance potential already?"
"D'oh! I could always order you to give me the number." He waggled his eyebrows in that patented Jack O'Neill way, and Sam's insides turned to jelly.
"You could," she agreed, "but you won't, will you?" She did that turtle dove duck with her chin, smiling and looking up at him in that girly way.
He groaned. "Ugh, no fair, Sam. you know I can't resist the turtle dove duck!"
"What, sir?" she said innocently, batting her eyes.
"You know what, Sam. One turtle dove duck, and one look of those big blue orbs and whatever it is you're askin' for, I say 'yes'. Jeez, you are one dangerous woman! I give, already; I won't order you."
Sam's small smile grew to a large grin. Then it disappeared. "Of course, I might be convinced to give it to you anyway," she said seriously.
Jack moved closer still. "Oh, really?" he asked throatily.
"…If you forgive me," she said, her heart thumping in anticipation. This was her chance – if it didn't work she was going to have to insist that she be reassigned to Alaska.
Jack's smile started slow and seductive. "How 'bout I show you the answer?" he asked softly, cupping her chin.
The kiss started slow and sweet, but quickly grew passionate. Sam's fingers clawed at his clothed back as his did at hers. At one point, hands ventured underneath shirts, and at one point the shirts came off.
At that point, Sam led Jack down the hall to the master bedroom.