A/N: I want to say thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and likes. This is at least 2 more chapters working on chapter 8 now, and not sure if it will sum it up or if there will be one more after that. I really hope your guys are enjoying this.

It had been a week since SG-1 and Steven had gone on their mission. They had no ill effects. Daniel was thinking headaches, bad dreams, and confusion could be some issues the group would experience, but none of that has come, yet anyways. Steven was officially a member of SG-3. He had been by Daniel's lab and had some meals with Sam, but Teal'c nor Jack had said much to the man since the incident other than passing comments.

The weekend had approached, and SG-3 was home, as well as SG-1. It was about 4:30 when Steven knocked on Sam's lab door. She greeted the man with a smile.

"Hey!" Sam claimed.

"Hey, you ready to get out of here; enjoy your weekend?" Steven asks.

Sam bit her lip and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Not exactly?" Sam questioned.

"What, why not? Something come up?" Steven asked.

"I just usually don't have plans and I was going to test this device SG-5 brought back," Sam claimed.

"Oh, I see. I guess I'll see you around," Steven claimed, thinking Sam had just blown him off.

Sam closed her eyes.

"Wait. I'm coming; it's nothing that can't wait." Sam claimed.

Daniel had come by at that exact moment, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth.

"You're going home?" Daniel asked

"Well, I'm just as surprised as you are. It looks like you're headed out too," Sam claims.

"I am. I think after the last few weeks, I can use a break." Daniel smiled.

Sam nodded.

The group of 3 rode the elevators up to the surface, Daniel parting ways as Steven continued to follow Sam.

"So you know I'm not working with SG-1 anymore," Steven said.

"I hadn't noticed, Sam laughed.

"So can I ask you out now?" Steven asks.

"I think you can," Sam stated.

"Good because a really good friend of mine told me about this little cafe in town that serves the best Italian that money can buy," Steven stated.

Sam laughed, knowing those were the exact words she used when telling him about Giuseppe's.

"I'll meet you at your house, 6:30?" Sam asks.

"Can't wait," Steven said, the two-part ways.

Sam's heart is pounding, and she suddenly realizes her dad is coming back to town Saturday mid-morning, spending a week or so with her, until the "Tokra forces him back" (his words, not hers.)

Sam looks in her closet, Giuseppe's isn't upscale by any means, and she doesn't want to overdo it. She grabs a blue sleeveless drape shirt and dark pair of jeans. She grabs some heels trying to remember how tall Steven is, not wanting to tower over the man. She pulls out a pair of 2-inch heels.. and gets ready to go. She fixes her hair puts on more than the powder and lipstick that's her regular, and lines her eyes, and uses some blush. She looks in the mirror and feels great. She grabs a black clutch, throws in her cell phone, her wallet and lipstick, and keys, and takes off towards Steven's.

The night is fantastic, Steven and Sam are talking about the jazz music playing, and she'd forgotten how much they both had enjoyed it. The food comes, and they eat in a peaceful silence when the food is all said and done, and they get into Steven's car. He doesn't start it and instead looks at Sam.

"Is it crazy that last week we were on another planet, we have 4 days of our lives we can't account for, and now we're eating at some Italian restaurant in Colorado Springs like we're, I don't know, normal?" Steven claims.

Sam looked at him.

"It takes some getting used to. Yeah, it's a little crazy, but so is our job and our life, so why wouldn't we be at Guiseppe's on Earth on a Friday night?" Sam asks.

Steven smiled.

"I still can't believe all this is real. I'm wondering when I'll wake up," Steven stated.

Sam smiled empathetically with his thoughts.

"So, my place, some wine, and some Jazz music?" Steven asks.

"Sounds perfect," Sam claims.

2 hours later, the bottle of wine is gone, the jazz up loud enough that the neighbors walking their dogs could probably hear it. Sam and Steven are dancing to the Jazz music for no particular reason, and they are both giggling at each other. Sam feels like she is 20 something again and can't remember the last time she had felt like this. She knew the wine was helping, but something else was too. Ever since they left the planet, she's felt more relaxed, carefree… maybe that's what the man meant. Maybe this was her "wake-up call." as it were. She didn't put too much more thought into it because Steven wasn't just dancing with her. He had his hands on her hips, pulling her towards her and kissing her lips.

The butterflies in her stomach had returned and fluttered into her head. She loved feeling the sparks in her body from Steven's touches. When he pulls her shirt off, she lets it fall on his living room floor, but as soon as it hits the ground, she feels exposed. Her scar on her shoulder, the stab wound right above her right breast, the burn mark from catching just the edge of a staff blast on her right side.

Steven doesn't seem to be turned off quite the opposite. But it doesn't stop her from saying the words.

"You know I'm not the same Samantha Carter; I've been through a lot Steven," Sam claims.

Steven looks back into her eyes and nods.

"I know," Steven claims.

Sam nodded and didn't say anything else, she pulls at his belt, and slowly they remove each other's clothes. The man feels more muscular than she remembers. His touch makes her feel good, makes her feel worthy in some strange way.

When she pulls off his shirt, she sees a tattoo on his hip.

"This is new. Why didn't you tell me?" Sam asks.

It was a Rose. With a falling petal

"In memory of my grandma Rose," Steven explained.

Sam nodded, putting her hand over the pigment.

"Is it okay?" Steven asks.

Sam nods.

Bedroom?" Steven asks.

"That would be new for us too," Sam claimed.

Steven laughed and showed Sam the way.

There wasn't too much to take off in Steven's bedroom, and Sam wasn't as shy as she was last time she and Steven did this. She knew what she wanted, what she liked, and she was willing to tell him. Sam couldn't help but remember the first time they had sex. It was hot, so hot that she wasn't even sure why they were doing it. They were already drenched in sweat. The desert sun wasn't to be played with, but there they were, exerting their bodies more than they needed, in a war zone. God, how foolish they both were, Sam thought. Then again, it was much-needed in the near-death experiences they faced.

Steven moved his hands down her sides, squeezing her butt. He always liked to do that. Sam smiled, remembering another time they had been fooling around. Sam pulled his mouth to hers. The passionate kiss was exactly that. She felt him hard on her pelvic bone and lightly moaned at the feeling. Sam was trying to remember the last time she had actually had sex. It had been almost a year. Of course, she had her own fun, but this, she felt so much different.

Her stomach was burning, her body randomly giving her light spasms. She knew exactly what she needed to do. When Steven felt for her entrance, it was all over; there was no more foreplay. She wanted him.

In what seemed to be the race, they got into position, using their bodies and eyes to speak. It went rather fast for both of them. Sam blamed the amount of time she went without and the fact that they had always been semi quick, not knowing when they would need to move out. Then Sam thought, has it always been like this. She shook her head. She did enjoy herself, and Steven had as well. He was pulling her down, and they were steadying their breaths. Sam realized she never stuck around after the fact. She would quickly dress and walk out to where she was needed. It felt awkward to lay in bed with him, and she excused herself to the bathroom, grabbing her underwear as she went.

Instead of going back to the bedroom, Sam found herself dressing in the living room. She went back to the bedroom, wondering what her next move was, but Steven made it for her. He was asleep. The clock read 10 pm, and she didn't want to stay.

Sam went into the kitchen, found a pen, and wrote.

"I had a good time. See you Monday. Sam."

She locked his door and drove home, wondering if he would be mad. She just up and left.

Sam wiggled in her seat on the drive home, still feeling a slight burn from the previous action. She knew it was because she hadn't in so long. Sam thinks she should feel different, happier. It wasn't that the sex wasn't good, it was terrific, but something was missing. She pulled up to her house, ran up to the door, discarded her clothing, and took a long hot shower before going to bed.