AN: So my entire staff has been exposed to the Rona in varying degrees including 2 managers and about 4 workers which means lots of testing for everyone and finger crossing and trying to runt he store with none of the high school kids because all of them hang out with patent zero. Right now this Customer Experience manager is crossing all her fingers and toes.

Chapter 2

Sam shook her head and sighed. They had hashed out most of the game plan. Everyone had finally left. Jethro was staying at the same hotel as Harm, while Harry was staying in a local brothel knowing him. Their nanny, Lonnie, had taken Grace to bed while they were hashing things out for the mission and gone to bed herself. She seemed nice enough and had stayed in her room during planning. Part of her employment agreement had been a three twelve. After uncharacteristically locking up the house because he had more than just himself to think about now which made him grin a bit, Jack came back into the room. She hummed contentedly when Jack sat at the other end of the couch and lifted her feet onto his lap to rub them.

"I bet you missed this cooped up on base." He said warmly. He'd done this for her many times even when they weren't lovers.

"Among other things." She said contentedly which earned her a smirk.

"You all right with me heading out tomorrow?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Jack sighed. Yes. No. Gracie made this all worth it. But she was also the reason Sam was staying behind. "I can delegate this if you need me to." He finally said.

Sam shook her head. She knew he needed to do this. She could plan a wedding and search for a skeleton at the same time. She could.

"You sure?" He said as he hit exactly the right spot that elicited a low almost sexual moan from her.

"Oh god." She moaned and arched a little on the couch.

Jack grinned. "Still tired?"

Sam looked at him from under heavy lidded eyes. "You better be up to finishing what you started."

"You have any doubts?"

Sam gave him a sly smile then frowned a little. "I'm still spotting."

"I'll be gentle." He said. "Shower?" She tilted her head in consideration. "Otherwise I can put towels on the bed."

"Shower," she said. Not that she minded but getting blood out of towels was a pain and she had enough stained sheets already to prove she wasn't that great at getting blood out of things when her period decided to start in the middle of the night.

Jack gently lifted her legs out of his lap and stood, drawing her up with him. "To the shower then, Mrs. O'Neill." He said with a grin.

Sam giggled. "I'm going to have to keep my maiden name for work you know, and all my scientific papers are under Carter."

"That's fine. It's just a name, Sam."

"But…"

Jack kissed her nose. "I'm going to call you Carter balls deep in my 80s. It's just a name, Sam."

Sam smiled a little at him. It wasn't full on but it was his smile. "So are you saying you'll be in your late 80s calling me Carter or..."

Jack's arms snaked around her waist and he held her hard against him. "I mean..." His lips descended on the vein that ran just behind her ear on her neck. "I will be so deep inside you I'll be coming out your nose."

Sam choked on a snort of laughter at the mental image. "Jack." She said laughing.

He chuckled and took her hand, kissed her knuckles then led her to the stairs. "In case I haven't mentioned it today, Carter, I adore you. You are the best thing that's happened in my life in a long time."

This time Sam gives him a full on grin.

"Now take your adoring soon-to-be husband to the shower to love and worship every inch of your beautiful body."

"I'm going to have to plan an entire wedding by myself."

"Call Cassie."

She turned and looked back at him. "I knew there was a reason I was marrying you. Brilliant ideas."

He shrugged. "It's what I do." Then he grinned and swatted her bottom. "Go take your clothes off." He ordered. "I'll get the shower warmed up. Then I'm going to rub you all over with soap and after I'm going to rub you all over with me." He said with considerable glee.

Sam chuckled and led him the rest of the way up the stairs.

Once under the warm spray of water, Jack made good on his declaration and began kissing Sam's shoulders, her neck, the valley between her currently extremely ample breasts. "Sam," he said almost absently, nuzzling one breast.

"Hm?" Sam said vaguely around the haze of lust he was igniting inside her.

"You are marrying me because you love me, right? I mean, it's not just because Hammond is making us."

Sam whose hands had been buried in his hair stilled. "Jack, of course I love you. Why would you think I don't?"

Jack just shrugged though but didn't answer.

"Jack?"

"All right…" He dragged out. "You don't say it, Sam, and I'm not the most confident guy, okay?"

Sam's eyes went wide. He was right. She'd just taken it for granted that he knew just like she knew he loved her without any words. "Jack…"

"I don't want you to feel pressured. If you aren't ready to get married, we don't have to. I'll just retire after this op and that will be the end of it."

Sam grabbed his hair and tilted his head so he was looking up at her from between her breasts. "Don't you dare. We are getting married, Colonel, and that's that." She said sternly.

"Did you make sure Harry didn't steal any of the flatware?" His look was comically sincere.

Sam laughed. "Forget about the flatware. I want to hear more about how you're going to bury yourself in me so deep you come out my nose."

"Your wish is my command." Jack told her as he rose up and claimed her mouth, his hands sliding around her slick wet back and pulling her against him. "My Samantha." He said, his voice as warm as maple syrup on fresh pancakes.

Sam dug her fingers into Jack's rear and pressed herself against him.

Jack hummed against her lips. "Sweetheart, as much as you might want it hot and hard, I don't think your body is up to it yet."

Sam groaned in frustration, but Jack went back to kissing her. "But…"

His fingers slid between them and cupped the soft curls between her legs. He stroked her gently while he trailed kisses along her jaw. "It's going to be a while. I want memories that make my toes curl." He said as his knuckles trailed around the outside of her left breast. "I want you to build up so much you scream my name, Sam." He lifted one of her legs and hooked it around his waist as the hand that had been cupping her so tenderly dipped between the silky folds. He slid a finger gently into her as his thumb stroked gentle circles around the tightening little nub at the top of all that silky smooth pink delightfulness.

Sam whimpered and pressed into him.

"More?" He said teasingly as his mouth descended on a nipple and he gently ran his tongue around it, knowing she'd be far too sensitive for him to get aggressive about it. She tasted so sweet.

"Jack." She whimpered. "Please."

Jack slid a second finger inside her and slowly stroked her, his fingers curled upward to make contact with that small slightly rougher patch inside that made her press her hips up hard into his hand.

"God… Jack." She said breathlessly.

He just kept slowly moving his fingers in and out of her while his thumb made soft little circles until her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Jack!" She said in a strangled cry as everything faded to white for her and she shuddered with release.

He smiled as he slowly entered her and the aftershocks of her orgasm nearly had him lose control but he knew she'd still be bruised and sore so he gritted his teeth, eyes closed and just held her until she came down from the endorphin rush. When she finally blinked at him lazily, he smiled and kissed her slowly. He rocked his hips gently, enough for the sensation to create a slow pleasant pulling and not cause her more pain than she was already in.

Sam hummed sleepily as she rested against him. She felt terrific and frankly she didn't mind if he did that all night. She heard an amused chuckle and looked in his eyes.

"You aren't helping my ego falling asleep during sex, Sam."

"Sorry… just feels so good that's all." She admitted.

Jack laughed. "Glad I can be of service, ma'am." And tipped an imaginary cowboy hat at her.

This made Sam start to giggle helplessly, her whole body jiggling against Jack's which set off a chain reaction of Jack losing control and convulsively pressing her against the shower tiles with his release but in an act of revenge, his fingers snaked back into her curls and gave her a half dozen hard strokes which sent her over the edge right after him. She was so surprised at her second orgasm that she bit his shoulder.

Jack yelped and nearly dropped her.

Both started snickering again which led to kissing and friendly fondling of each other until the water started to cool off.

"Damn. We need a bigger water heater." Jack groused.

"I could install a tankless one." Sam suggested.

"They make those?"

"Oh yah. Never run out of hot water again." She said cheerfully.

Jack turned off the tepid spray and wrapped a towel around Sam before grabbing one for himself. Sam was snickering.

"What?"

"You… um… might want to keep your shirt on until that heals." She giggled.

Jack looked in the mirror. On his left shoulder, there was a distinct outline of her teeth where she'd bit him when her second orgasm had ripped through her. He grinned. "Hell no. I'm going to make Harry look at it and tell him that's your reward for making a woman scream your name during sex." He said with a shit eating grin.

Sam dissolved into laughter.

Several hours later, Sam blinked at Jack who was softly singing 'Here Comes the Sun' to their daughter in their room. She smiled a little. "Is she hungry?" Sam said sleepily.

"Mommy's awake." Jack said in a soft sing song voice. "Took her long enough, didn't it? Yes it did." He cooed which made Sam chuckle as she unbuttoned the front of her nightgown. "Now mommy is going to flash daddy but you don't care because you just want yummy, sweet milk, don't you?" He continued.

Sam shook her head in amusement and scooted over so Jack could lay Grace in the middle of the bed before lying back down himself.

"I'll put her back in her crib when she's done." Jack mumbled sleepily but then yawned hugely and his eyes drooped.

Sam smiled and stroked his face gently as Gracie found her exposed nipple and clamped on. Her smile went to a wince.

"Your mommy is a biter too." Jack said with sleepy amusement.

"Very funny, sir." Sam said primly.

"Did I say I was complaining?" He tugged a tuft of hair next to her ear lightly with amusement.