Sam's body awoke her sometime at 0500, ordering her to the nearest bathroom. She sat up to carefully sneak out, only to find that she was trapped between two arms.
Sam blinked, waiting patiently for her sight to improve in the dimness, and smiled, pleased, at her sleeping boyfriend. An arm was slung casually through a cradle between her rolling hill of a belly and her breasts. The other was snaked under her neck, fingers wiggling slightly at empty air.
Samantha Carter had turned into a giant teddy bear. She giggled at the idea, but really, really had to pay a visit to that bathroom. She tugged away, but immediately Jack groaned and tugged her back, even closer than she was before.
She poked him. "Jack?"
He grunted and subconsciously buried his face in her neck.
"Jack."
No response.
"Jack!" she finally yelped, shaking him.
He grunted and opened one wary eye grumpily. "Wha…?"
"I need to use the bathroom."
Sam could just see the "huh?" written on his face. He murmured groggily, "So go."
Figures, she thought, shaking her head with an amused smile. "Let go of me," she whispered.
No response once again; he had dozed off. Impatiently she shook him awake again, and he blinked, staring at her with the cutest, most bewildered expression.
"Let go of me," she repeated.
"Why?" he asked, ready to settle down into sleep again.
What I would do for a bowl of ice cubes, Sam thought, her smile turning into a devilish grin. "I need to use the bathroom!" she said, getting only slightly irked. She didn't want to shove or push his arms off because they pushed and shoved back!
"So go…" he murmured as sleep attempted to claim him.
Sighing, Sam pinched his arm and groaned, "Jack, come on, honey…"
He opened an eye and said, "What?"
"Jack: me, need bathroom. You: need to let me."
He frowned, looking down at his arms, and then at her. Then his eyes widened, a soft "oh!" slipping from his lips. "Sorry!" he whispered, unwrapping his arms from her. She laughed softly and leaned in to brush his lips with her own.
"Not a problem," she said, and proceeded to hurriedly waddle into the adjoining bathroom.
When she returning, Jack was fast asleep again, and she hovered beside the bed, watching him, a silly smile of adoration blooming on her face.
He really does look cute, even – no, especially at 0512 in the morning! she thought, hand covering her mouth as she fought back giggles. With a yawn, she slid back into bed and scooted up close to him. Instinctively, unconsciously, his arms rewrapped her and his steady breathing and heartbeat lulled her back to sleep.