Title? Distractions – Chapter 7

Author? MerlynLover

Summary? Sequel to Distractions 1 – 6; Sam and Jack spend the night in his apartment… cute scenes! (Nothing bad, I promise!)

Ship? Sam/Jack

Rating? K (K+?)

Disclaimer? None of these characters are mine, please don't sue me

A/N? I apologize for the delay… its NaNoWriMo month ( – check it out)… so I'm busy trying to write a novel during midterm season… hehe…

And also… my internet decided to kick the bucket for a little while, so I lost the updating ability… but now, I get to make everyone happy and post Chapters 3 – 6 right away and I am writing Chapter 7 tonight! Hope you like where I'm going… and if you don't, feel free to tell me I suck… :)

I know Chapter 6 left off in a weird spot… but it was getting late and I needed to get up early sooo… here we go, continuing from that…

Now, on with the story… Enjoy! (and don't forget to review… I shall give you a cookie if you do!)

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*~*Previously:

On the side wall, there were two doorways, one of which didn't actually have a door, but led into a moderately sized kitchen. The other doorway led to, as Sam could just barely see, Jack's bed and dresser through the half open door. The bathroom must be off the bedroom, Sam thought as she realized there was no third door that she could see leading to a bathroom.

*~*And now…

Jack again tracked the movements of her eyes as she scanned the room. "Want to take a shower?" He asked.

Sam turned to look at him, her eyes lighting up. Jack knew the stale, dry feel you got after having been on a commercial flight that just made you long for a warm shower. "Yes," she responded earnestly.

Jack tried not to let his mind go too many strange places with that 'yes,' but responded, "Actually, you mind if I go first? Then I can make up the couch while you take yours…?"

"Sure," Sam agreed with the logic and walked over to her duffle bag as Jack then turned to head into the bedroom. Sam waited until she heard the water start before quickly changing into her tank top and shorts. Sam looked down at her belly where no scar resided from a stabbing her first year on SG-1. The non-existent scar was thankful to Janet Frasier and made it possible to continue wearing this tank top, much to the appreciation of Jack O'Neill.

Sam sat down on the worn leather of the sofa and took inventory of her duffle bag, for lack of anything else to do, save for snoop around the drawers and cupboards of Jack's apartment, which she wasn't going to do… or at least not now.

Sam heard the shower's water turn off and gathered her towel and cosmetics bag. She rose and as she peered through the still half open door into the bedroom, a shirt-less Jack O'Neill entered her vision. Sam couldn't help but stare at the wonderfully toned torso and attempted to pick up her jaw from the floor and prevent any drooling. Jack pulled his gray Air Force t-shirt over his head and Sam recovered her facial features to look reasonably neutral as he started for the door.

Jack entered the living room, sweeping his arm towards the door from which he had just exited with an "All yours."

"Thanks," Sam managed to form the words and quickly disappeared through the doorway. Sam forced herself not to pause and admire his bedroom any longer than it took to move into the bathroom and lock herself in. Sam turned on the water and climbed into its soothing, warm spray to collect her thoughts. Sam quickly relaxed while under the warm water, feeling herself now wishing for sleep, she climbed out and got ready for bed before heading back out to the bedroom.

Sam wandered back out to the living room, where Jack sat, holding a beer, on the couch watching an old movie she immediately recognized, but hadn't seen in years. He hadn't heard her exit and she walked up behind him to reach over his shoulder and pluck the bottle out of his grip easily. Jack tilted his head back to look at her upside down as she took a long gulp from the glass container.

With a proud smirk on her lips, she handed the bottle back to Jack before walking around and collapsing onto the cushion next to him. He made a move for the remote, but she spoke first "Don't." Jack looked at her curiously, about to speak, but she beat him to it. "I haven't seen this movie in years… I want to watch it," she said, while her body protested, crying for rest. Jack nodded and replied, grinning "sure… as long as you don't fall asleep and start drooling on my shoulder."

Sam nodded and the two turned their attention back to the television. However, not fifteen minutes later, Jack could tell Sam was fading fast, slowly beginning to inch her weight onto Jack's side, her head drooping low in the direction of his shoulder, but if he looked at her, she would perk up for a second as if trying to convince him she was still awake and alert.

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If Jack hadn't grabbed his customary beer before bed, he would probably care a bit more about Sam's sleepiness and would have turned off the movie long ago, but now he had the problem of a sleeping Colonel on his shoulder. Sam had securely trapped him between her body and the corner of the couch. Jack considered his predicament sleepily, the beer having relaxed him to the point where he must not have noticed (or chose to ignore) where Sam was positioning her body. He was sure she had truly fallen asleep quite some time ago and had not realized what her arms were doing. He must have drifted in and out of sleep himself he realized, as his arm, which had started on the back of the couch, had drifted down to rest over her shoulders and the other on the arm of the armrest while Sam's arms seemed to hold him captive.

One of her arms was securely wedged between their rib cages while her other had wound around his belly. How in the world had she gotten her arms there? He was sure she had truly fallen asleep quite some time ago and had not realized what her arms were doing. Jack's last conscious thought for the evening was that he should probably get up somehow and move to his own bed, but as he thought this, Sam snuggled closer into him and he felt his own head tilt sideways to rest upon hers as he quickly fell back asleep.

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The morning sun shone through the window just brightly enough to barely wake up Jack. Still mostly asleep, he felt a warm body pressed up next to his. So much like one of the dreams he had been having since he left for D.C., he nuzzled the person's neck, breathing in the familiar scent of Sam Carter. The body moved to snuggle closer to him and she hummed slightly.

The hum made Sam's chest vibrate slightly against Jack's chest. 'Wait a second…' he thought, 'this is too real.' He woke up a little bit more, enough to realize that this was not a dream. 'Oh Shit.' Jack quickly assessed his situation. 'How in the Hell…?' He was spooned tightly against Sam on the small leather couch, her duffle bag had been kicked to the floor at some point in the relocation of their bodies from a sitting position to this.

There was absolutely no way he was going to get out of this position without massive awkwardness, so Jack made a judgment call for his predicament: Stay where he was until Sam woke up and pretend to be asleep. As Jack made his decision, Sam's unconscious mind decided she wanted more of Jack's affection and pressed back into him, her neck pressing against Jack's cheek. Her soft skin brushed across his face, teasing him and feeling a bit like a cat, Jack couldn't stop himself from rubbing his face against the exposed skin of her tantalizingly long neck.

Sam's entire body suddenly tensed, displaying that she was now awake and Jack froze where he was. "Please tell me you're asleep," Sam's voice cracked through the silence.

"I was when I started," Jack defended weakly.

There was a long pause as Sam now assessed the situation.

"How did we…" She began the strange question.

"I have no idea," Jack told her truthfully.

Sam quickly rose from the couch and stood, running a hand through her messy hair. Every nerve in Jack's body screamed for her to return, having enjoyed the feel of her next to him. Jack sat up slowly and reached a hand out to take hold of her wrist before she could walk away. He stood, questioning "Do you have to go?"

"I need coffee Jack," she told him, the sleep still evident in her eyes.

Jack's free hand moved up to curve it's way around her chin and caress her cheek before moving a step closer. Sam offered no objection as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss quickly turned more passionate than those they had shared the previous day and the two relished the feeling of it. But Sam soon pulled away before getting too caught up. She didn't pull far away from him however and kept her eyes closed. "I need coffee," she repeated before quickly turning and striding towards the kitchen.

Jack sighed, a smile on his lips as he watched her go. 'Oh yeah… I could get used to this,' he thought before following Sam.