I must be out of my fucking mind. Two minutes after Jack left, I told Pete to get out. That it was all over. That it should have been over a long time ago, but my insecurities wouldn't allow it. I gave him back his ring and quickly boxed up what little he had at my house. 30 minutes later, he was speeding down my street and I was in my car going the opposite direction. I hadn't even changed, still in my uniform shirt and skirt. How attractive. It didn't matter though, nothing did, but me getting to Jack. To tell him that everything with Pete was over with. That he was gone and that I wanted Jack. When I get there, I don't notice any signs of movement in the house. I knock softly though, opening the door at the same time. "Jack?" No response so I move into the house and shut the door. The T.V. is off in the living room and the kitchen's dark. Leaves only one other place he could be and so I head to his room. I open his door and sure enough, there he is, sound asleep. I smile at him, he's so at peace in his sleep. I decide to let him be and sneak into his bathroom. Shutting the door quietly, I start the shower. I'm sure he won't mind. The warm water feels so delicious and I let my mind travel back to our activities this morning. Things were going so great and I could only imagine how much further we would have gone if Pete had never showed up. Just the thought of that made me ache between my legs and I groaned softly. Damn that man. I finish cleaning up and turn off the water, wrapping myself in his towel. Its still damp from what I'm assuming was his shower earlier. It smells like him and now so do I, thanks to his soap and shampoo. I sneak back into his bedroom and to his dresser and grab a pair of his boxers and a tank top. He won't mind, of that I'm sure. I go back to the bathroom, only shutting the door part way and change before I go back into the room, toweling my hair some more. I toss the towel aside and the move to the bed, crawling in next to him, wrapping my arm around his waist and snuggling into the crook of his arm. He doesn't wake but automatically holds me close to him. I fall asleep in the comfort of his embrace, finally happy and content with life. We must have shifted in our sleep though because when I wake up, he's holding me, my back to his chest and I can feel him placing soft kisses on my neck, feel his hand tracing circles on my stomach under the shirt. I stretch and press back into him and hear him groan. "Morning"
"Mmmhmm...good morning to you again, too." He places more kisses to my neck. "When did you get here"
"Not long after you left." I turn my head to look him in the eyes. "I ended things with Pete"
"Can't say that I'm sorry about that. Are you okay though?" he asks me softly. "Now that I'm back here in your arms, yeah, I'm good." I turn in his arms and wrap my arm around his waist. "I'm tired of not doing what I want in life. I'm tired of the Air Force telling me who I can and can't love. I'm tired of hiding how I feel for you, Jack"
He doesn't say anything for a minute, but I see in his eyes that he's not afraid anymore. "I wanted to wait till we got to the cabin to tell you this"
"Tell me what?" I ask him and he hangs his head down a bit, his hand rubbing my back gently. I bring my hand to his chin and tilt his face back up to mine. "Tell me, Jack"
"I'm being transferred. Effective in one month. To D.C"
"What? Why?" I ask him as I sit up and face him. "Hammond is retiring. Hayes wants me to take over Homeworld Security." Jack sat up and leaned against his headboard. "To tell you the truth, at the time, the offer seemed like a blessing in disguise"
"Why's that?" I ask him, already knowing at least part of the reason.
"I wouldn't have had to stay here and watch you be happy with the cop." Wow. I'm not used to straight forward Jack O'Neill. I know my mouth must be a little open so I close it and keep looking at him. He continues speaking though. "Now that we've started whatever this is, I'm in no rush to leave you"
"And while we're on this subject of us, what about Kerry?" I have to ask him. At least right now, we haven't crossed any major lines that might cause some trouble with the good CIA agent. "She basically told me that while it was fun, she didn't want to be second"
"She knows?" I squeak. Yes, Lt. Col. Dr. Samantha Carter does on occasion, squeak. Jack laughed at the sound of my high-
pitched voice and took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Well, she knew that I obviously cared about you. A lot more than I'm supposed to. But no, she doesn't know about this. She told me that before your dad passed"
"Dad told me right before he died that I could still have it all. That I shouldn't let the rules stand in my way"
"Jacob Carter was one hell of a smart man." Jack moved to pull me in between his legs, my back to his chest. He held me tightly like that, his chin resting on my shoulder. "You know I meant what I said the other day, right? I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what"
I nod my head and wrap my hands around his arms. We stay like this for awhile, just silently enjoying the comfort of the other. I can't believe that its only been days since I came over to talk to him, to tell him how I felt. "Jack"
"Mmm?" "You know I love you right?" I turn my face to look at his, needing him to know this is real. He kisses me softly before he responds.
"I love you too. I think I always have."
End Chapter 4