Cameron unlocked the door and stood aside to let Sam in. Closing the door behind him, he dimmed the hallway lights. It wasn't the first time she had been inside his home, but this time it was different.
He watched her open the connecting French doors that led out to the patio. With her back towards him, she leaned against the intricately designed railing. He stood in the doorway, content just to watch her. She turned enough so that she faced him. The moon was full and it shone on her and what he saw made his heart stop. She looked magical.
Sam beckoned him over with a smile and held out her hand for him. Taking it, he stood next to her. They both looked out over the garden wondering where to start.
Sam decided that it was best if she made the first move. Her insides where even more wobbly than the blue jello she had just consumed. God where do I start? What do I say? Holding onto the railing for support. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, comforted by the fact that he was just as nervous as her.
"Cam, back on the planet… What happened after you pulled me out of the water?" She asked him quietly; distracted with the way the moonlight was dancing around in his eyes.
He looked at her for a long moment before answering. He rubbed the tense muscles on the back of his neck and sighed deeply, "When I pulled you out of the water, you weren't breathing Sam. I started CPR…" he broke off, taking a moment to breath, his voice thick with emotion he carried on, "…I started CPR but you weren't responding! I begged and I pleaded with you to breath… to come back…you must have heard me because…'cause you came back." Cam finally found the courage to look at her and smiled as tears shone brightly in her eyes, "Once Carolyn had us checked out, the General sent me and Vala to Alora. That's why I wasn't there when you woke up."
Sam realised that Cameron wouldn't just straight out declare his feelings for her, which frustrate her but she understood. He didn't want to risk their friendship, the team, and the mission on the chance that she may feel the same way. Instead he kept it in, hidden from her. She would never have known if it wasn't for that one moment of weakness.
"When I regained consciousness, the first thing I saw was your face. I remember being held, being kissed…" Cameron looked at her sharply but didn't say anything, "Cam, you told me that you loved me."
Overwhelmed with the turmoil of being found out Cam stepped away from her. He'd been so careful, he felt physically sick. Oh God, she knew and now she was going to set him straight. He didn't think he could face it; in fact the rejection would destroy him. He looked at her with desperation and hope; he was waiting for the final blow. Her words about needing to talk came back to him. Tell her Cameron, tell her everything.
"You're right Sam I did say it. Look Sam I know what you're going to say but I promise you that my feelings will in no way interfere with my job, it won't affect my judgment or objectivity," he told her what he'd been wanting to tell her for a long time, " the last thing I want to do is make things awkward between us Sam, but since you already know, I want you to know everything…" she looked into his eyes, his soul laid bare in front of her. Never wavering his penetrating gaze from her he looked deep into her eyes and told her.
"Sam you are the most amazingly wonderful woman I've ever met. You drive me crazy with all your science and techno stuff, I don't understand the majority of what you say yet I can't get enough of it. You have an eternal strength that gives courage to those around you. You have a heart as big as the universe and your soul out shines every sun, star and moon out there. You're brilliant, sexy, fearless, and passionate. I am so in love with you Sam; so crazy about you…" he caressed away tenderly the tears that flowed freely from her eyes, his voice breaking.
His eyes looked at her adoringly, she was about to say something but he covered her mouth with his fingers.
"Shhh…don't say anything. I love you whether it's right or wrong Sam, whether I should or shouldn't but my heart and soul does and nothing is ever going to change that…"
Sam grabbed his head in both hands pulling him towards her; she kissed him so gently that he thought he imagined it. He didn't respond to her, covering her hands with his own he waited, waited for her to tell him.
"You're right to… you should… and I love you too!"
There, she said it. That was all he needed to hear, he pulled her into the arms that had for so long been aching to hold her. He kissed her mouth, her face, her neck any part of her scented flesh that he could, while she was still fully dressed.