AN- Back to sweet and happy again, my favorite ones.
"Here's my chance for a new beginning,
I save the best for a better ending.
And in the end, I'll make it up to you, you'll see,
You'll get the very best of me."
"One Day Too Late." by Skillet.
Jack looked at the woman curled up beside him. She was still asleep and he was happy to leave her that way. Her long blond hair splayed out on the pillow and covered part of her face. Moving the hair so he could see her, he smiled as she wrinkled her nose as a strand brushed across it. Stilling his movements he waited to make sure she stayed asleep. When he was sure she wasn't going to wake, he propped his head up on his hand and looked down at her. It still amazed him that she was there, that she was in his bed and, more importantly, she was his.
As the sun started to rise on the horizon it crept in through the thin drapes covering the window. The light covered Sam and she scrunched her eyes shut further, shifting a little then turning over to face him. He couldn't help but be mesmerised by how beautiful she looked. Her face was relaxed in slumber, the dark circles slowly starting to fade from under her eyes. It was very rare, if ever, he had seen her looking so at ease. Out in the field or any time he had seen her asleep she was always on edge, just a sound or movement away from waking. He knew that was the soldier in her, her training keeping her alert.
He had no idea how long he had been watching her when she moved and snuggled into his chest, her legs wrapping around his. Instinctively he lay down and pulled her close, lying on his back as she moved with him and rested her head above his heart. It was something they both used a sign of confirmation the other was real and alive, but also a gesture of love. A gesture Jack was happy to indulge in, especially when his head was resting on her naked breast.
Moving his fingertips over her bare shoulder, he got lost in the feel of her silky skin. Instead of being porcelain white it now had colour due to exposure to the sunshine. Her freckles stood out more and he couldn't resist placing a kiss on her head as his finger traced the small spots on her arm. He would never tire of being able to do this. He had just closed his eyes when he felt her shift and move her head. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with a very sleepy looking Sam, her blue eyes gritty with sleep yet still dazzling.
"Morning," She mumbled as she reached up and rubbed her eyes.
"Morning, sleep well?" Placing a kiss on her forehead now, she had moved.
"I did thanks." Shifting so she was leaning slightly over him.
Running her finger down his cheek and along his jaw she leant in and kissed him, lips locking and tongues duelling as he returned it. Breaking apart, she pulled back and smiled at Jack. This was their new beginning, their little piece of perfect.