AN: Another little one-shot out of nowhere. All this procrastinating is doing my creativity the world of good!

Summary: Post series Jack and Sam, established. Jack goes of in search of Sam in their master bedroom, it is time to go but she does not appear to be all that ready yet. Question 7: "What are you doing?" Romance/Humour. K plus rated.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Jack paused in the doorway and wondered if she had accidentally fallen asleep. She was all dressed and ready to go but lying on the bed with her knees bent up, feet slightly apart and one arm threw over her eyes. "Hey..." He was about to call her name and remind her that at this rate Daniel would be there first when a soft smile crossed her face. She was not asleep, she was thinking...and not about science by the looks of it.

The General stepped further into the room and watched her contentedly for a moment. His wife was so beautiful, especially when she was smiling like that. Her smile widened to a full grin and he just had to ask, but not directly. "What are you doing?" he voiced with quiet curiosity.

"Thinking." she retorted without moving and he rolled his eyes.

"About?" he prompted with just a hint of 'I think I know' in his voice.

There was a small pause and Sam found herself holding back an outright smirk. She knew that tone all too well. Usually it lead them straight into things they just did not have tome for tonight. Still she answered with sweet affection. "Your face." she told him.

Jack's brow puckered a little, that seemed a little odd. He sat down beside her, placing a hand on her raised, bare knee. He heart rate lifted, just a little. "What about my face?" he pursued hoping it was going to be something about how they had not lost eye contact the whole time that they last made love. He stroked his hand further up her leg and she sighed wistfully. So they would be a half hour late, no big deal.

Slowly Sam moved her arm to look at her husband. She could see the lust growing within him and fought hard to resist its pull. She pushed herself up, swinging her legs past him and onto the floor before briefly dropped her head onto his shoulder as she spoke again. "I was thinking about your face this morning."

"Oh?" So this was about their wake up session. He grinned smugly to himself and felt his heart flood with the desire to once again satisfy her.

"Yeah..." she sighed as she lifted her head and looked him straight in the eye.

Something in her quirked and Jack narrowed his eyes to scrutinise her more closely.

Sam spoke out quickly, before she lost her chance. "It was so funny when I stole the last yoghurt pot right out of your hand at breakfast this morning!" With that she got up and headed rapidly towards the door. "You coming?" she asked him, looking back and immediately trying hard not to laugh at his unchecked outrage and confusion.

Jack just stared at her, lost for words. He should have known she was up to something!

"If we don't leave now even Daniel will be there first." she told him and watched for his reaction.

"Yeah I know." His tone was scolding but mostly it was directed at himself, he shifted it towards her. "That's what I came in to tell you. And now you've got me all...and you're all..." He waved his hands about indicating that she was ready to go and he could go nowhere...not just yet.

Sam did not quite manage to suppress the cocky giggle that came along with her victory smile.

"Wh-hy Sam?" he wailed childishly, unable to help himself as she practically crowed at him.

"Payback." she grinned.

Once again his brow puckered. "For what?" he demanded, his hands flailing out wider than usual, belying his agitation. What could he have possibly done that would deserve this?

Sam shifted mostly out the door before she answered him with an 'it should be obvious' shrug. "For the ice-cream last night of course!" and then she was gone.

"But..." Jack scrambled up after her. "I thought the yoghurt was payback for that!" he protested as he hurried to catch up with her.

Sam Carter snorted. "Yeah right, like yoghurt trumps ice-cream. Get real Jack!" she told him and opened the front door. "And furthermore, I'm driving tonight."

"But, but, but..." But it was useless to protest, Sam Carter had officially won this round.

END

AN: He he, naughty Sam this time...she can be so evil when she wants to be. Hope you enjoyed it :)