I'm starting to drift into consciousness, wrapped around a very warm body. My first thoughts is that it▓s Pete here holding me, but once I become more awake, I see that its not. It should be awkward to be here, cuddled up to my C.O. like I am, but its not. He's still sleeping and I move my hand to trace the line of his jaw. He's so strong, yet so vulnerable in sleep. His one arm is still holding me tightly to his chest and his other is now gently rubbing my arm. I turn my face into his neck and place soft kisses there. I really shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop myself. "Sam?" he says, the sleep still evidenced in his gravelly voice. "Morning, Jack." I respond, pushing myself up a bit so I can look into his eyes. At first I see worry, but it quickly changes into something more comfortable. "Sleep well"
"Mmmhmm. You"
"Like a baby." I continue to trace his jaw-line and before I realize what I'm doing, I place a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you, by the way. For everything"
"I told you. Always." He tightens his arms around me, pulling me back down to his chest, his chin on my head. "This is nice"
"Mmmhmm." I reply, mimicking his own response. Nice didn't even begin to cover it. "I'm thinking of taking some leave. Go up to the cabin. Fish." My hands are not idle; I'm running my fingers along his chest. I feel him place a small kiss on the top of my head. "Would you like to come with me? We could bring the guys"
Ah, fishing. I should say no to him. Keep up the persona of General and Colonel, but I'm tired of hiding. Tired of putting the military first. Tired of denying myself the one thing I almost lost. Screw the regs, here I go. "That sounds wonderful. How long can we go"
"Well, seeing as I am the General and SG-1 has been due some down time, how about 2 weeks"
"Sounds absolutely divine." And it does, even having Daniel and Teal'c there. After losing my father, I really need the rest of my 'family' around me. My hand has started to absently trace circles on Jack's shirt again and we lay there not speaking for some time. His hand is now holding the back of my neck, playing with my hair, wrapping it around his fingers. I finally chance looking up at him and am surprised to see the complete openness I see in his eyes. He's staring at me, almost as if he's trying to sink into my soul, and I know its him just trying to make sure I'm okay. I lift myself up just enough to where we are eye to eye. Our lips are but centimeters apart now and I can feel his breath on me. His eyes, though always brown, have morphed into a dark chocolate color. I bring my right hand up to gently trace the scar over his eyebrow and then slowly bring it down his cheekbone and onto his lips. His breathing has gotten faster now and I feel my own breath catch. "Sam..." he says, voice soft and gravelly still. That's all it takes before I finally lower my lips to his, tentative at first. We kiss like that, lips moving softly and slowly against each other for awhile. His hand that was at my neck is now wrapped in my hair completely, holding me to him. I move so that I'm now laying completely over him, feeling him not for the first time, but yet it is. Before it was always as friends, colleagues. Now it▓s as Jack and Sam. I hold his face in my hands and move to deepen our kiss. I trace his lips with my tongue and he opens his mouth to me. We both groan when our tongues make contact, and I press harder onto his body. His hands move down to my hips, holding me to his own, not moving but its having the same delicious effect. Our kisses deepen, rarely stopping except for the occasional breath. I haven't gotten this excited while making out, well, ever. I'd always thought that when Jack and I would finally kiss it would be electric, but I never thought it'd be like this. I move my hands to his hair, holding his lips to mine. I don't want to let this man go, ever. We finally pull apart, though, foreheads resting against one another. "Wow." I say, finally reduced to one syllable words. He chuckles a little, and I feel it head to toe. "I was thinking more like 'Holy Hannah' myself"
"Funny. I was thinking more like, "What the fuck is going on?" came the voice that I had completely forgotten existed in my life. I look up and over Jack's head and there stands Pete, flowers in one hand, suitcase in the other. Shit.
End Chapter 2