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Jack gently traced Sam's jaw with a gentle touch, afraid of waking her up. When they had left the bar he had meant to head back to her place, but his fear had compelled him to take her to his place. He'd been afraid that she'd change her mind at the last minute and close the door on his face. When he had turned down the road that led to his place, away from hers, she hadn't said anything. She had only squeezed his hand and had given him a soft smile. It had been all the encouragement he had needed.

They had spent hours exploring each other's bodies … They had made love several times … Finally Sam had curled up next to him with her head on his chest, her hand playing with his chest hair, and her legs entwined with his; and said what he'd been dying to hear for years.

"Jack," she offered a bit breathlessly. She turned her face towards him but never lost any contact with him. "I … I've been trying to tell you …"

"In your letters," he asked as he pulled her body impossibly closer to his.

Her hand stilled, her fingers no longer playing havoc on his chest. Her body shifted ever so slightly so that her chin was propped up on his chest so that she could look him in the eye. "I'm in love with you Jack."He knew that hadn't been easy but, the words came out with such strength and confidence …

"I'm in love with you Samantha."

Jack smiled as the memory of her words and their following lovemaking flitted through his mind. She had clearly meant what she said. Just like she meant what she said in her letters. The thought warmed his heart and as Jack watched her sleep he couldn't help but think of a few things she had told him in those letters.

/There's so much from home that I miss … What I wouldn't give for a hot bath and a nice glass of wine, I miss everyone more than I can say but … sometimes … Jack, I feel like I'm drowning without you …/

/You mean more to me than anyone else ever has Jack./

/Sometimes I think the Universe is conspiring against me, against us. You would think that after saving the world as often as we have we'd catch a break … We're finally out of the same chain of command, no matter how temporarily, and I'm trapped on another planet … It's too far from you …/

/Jack, I'm coming home soon. It's only for a week but … I need to talk to you, alone. There's something I need to tell you. Lord knows I've tried to in these letters but, somehow it feels wrong. I can't put this off any longer Jack. Please, promise me we'll have a few moments to ourselves?/

That had been in the letter they'd gotten before her arrival. Jack had been concerned with what she wanted to tell him, she had been struggling to tell him in several letters prior to that one. He hadn't needed to worry, not when she had so clearly told him that she loved him. Jack's arm tightened in reflex, once again trying to pull her closer and Sam moaned. He watched as she stretched against him, all those deliciously naked parts of her rubbing up against him.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw his face. "Good morning."

Without a word he cupped her face and moved so that he could kiss her fully. She responded with equal fervor and he could feel her moan before he could hear it. He rolled her so that she was pinned into his bed with his body covering hers. They didn't pull away from the kiss until it was necessary to breath and Jack just watched her as she studied his face, memorizing it while she gently traced his cheek with her fingers.

"What a way to wake up," she offered with a sexy half smile.

"I've wanted to wake you up for hours Samantha," he breathed as he moved to her neck and gently kissed and nipped the spot just under her right ear. He'd been a fast learner last night, discovering all of her sweet spots. This had been a particularly good one and, just like last night, she shivered as his lips touched the spot.

"Jack," she breathed heavily and even a bit dreamily. "I …. Ohhh Jack … you can wake me up …." Her breath hitched and her body arched into him as his lips traveled slowly down her neck and his hand made its way to one of her breasts. "Anytime Jack." Her voice was rough with desire and Jack smiled against her collar bone.

"I thought I should let you sleep," he offered before he made his way back up her neck, this time leaving a long wet trail with his tongue before he took the lobe of her ear into his mouth, sucking gently. Her hands held him close, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as she arched into him again. "You looked tired before our last round last night."

Jack moved from her neck to her other breast and took it into his mouth. Sam's breath caught and one of her hands flew to his head, her fingers running through his hair. While he lavished one breast with his tongue he squeezed the other nipple with his finger and thumb and Sam whimpered. God, he'd never get use to that sound. Every time she did it a shot of electricity ran through him. If he wasn't already hard it would have been just the thing to make him so. But, in his current state of arousal all it had done was make him aroused to the point of pain.

"Samantha," Jack growled as his free hand ran up the inside of her thigh. She shivered again and without warning he buried two fingers into her. Her breath caught again as she immediately responded to his hand. Her own hands were pulling at him, trying to bring him closer as he continued to tease her.

"Jack," she pleaded as her hips moved under him.

"God," he mumbled into her breast as he began to move his fingers. "You're so wet …"

"Jack … Please …" she was begging and Jack couldn't help but smile. He pulled his fingers almost completely out of her before he pushed them back in quickly. He looked up to her face as her hips met the thrust and smiled again. She was biting her bottom lip in that way that told him he was hitting all of the right spots. As he continued to move his fingers, pulling them out almost entirely each time before thrusting them back in, he moved back to her lips and kissed her hard.

Sam wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in place as she continued to meet his hand with each move. He could tell she was already close. Her whimpering was getting louder and he could feel the pressure building around his fingers. She was right on the edge, he could keep teasing her, make it last painfully long if he pulled out of her completely but, all he wanted was to see her come. As he thrust his fingers back into her he twisted his hand, adding just that touch of extra tension.

"Oh god … Jack!"

He kept moving his fingers as she clamped down on him. One thing he'd learned last night was that Sam could have a multiple orgasm as long as he kept working her through the orgasm, and sure enough that was the case this time. He kept moving his fingers in and out, twisting his hand both ways and Sam bit down on his shoulder as she continued to cry out. For extra measure he placed his thumb over her clit, pushing just enough and Sam was gone. Her orgasm kept ripping through her and Jack couldn't help but feel pride at that. The fact that she was in love with him had done wonders for his ego but, being able to give her multiple orgasms every time they had been together was an even bigger boost.

He slowed his hand, bringing her down gently, and as he finally pulled his hand out of her she reached for him, taking hold of his painfully erect cock. "Jack," she breathed in that tone that said she wasn't sated. "I need you."

He wasn't about to tell her no and let her place him at her opening. He pushed into her slowly and watched her squirm. It took everything he had not to move, to just stay buried in her. Especially when she kept wiggling like that. Truth be told he liked to take a minute to remind himself that he was honest to god buried inside her and not just dreaming. He also liked to feel her squirm under him; he loved how responsive she was.

Her right leg wrapped around the back of his own leg adding more pressure. He braced himself as he reached down and grabbed her left leg, wrapping it around his waist. Without moving he was suddenly buried even further in her and it was his turn to groan. They sought out each other's lips as he finally began to move inside of her. He was slow, almost pulling out of her completely before slowly pushing back in. He picked up his speed and force but hesitated, waiting for her. There were just a couple of words he had learned to love since last night and he wanted to hear them.

"Jack," she gasped. "Ohhh …. faster, harder … please," she begged in that breathless voice that he had dreamed of so many times before. He did as she asked letting go of his control and began to pound into her with a frantic speed. Her other leg moved to wrap around his waist and her ankles locked behind him, pulling him even closer. He moved his mouth to the breast that his mouth had not previously lavished and took the nipple in-between his teeth. He bit down on the sensitive flesh and he could feel her orgasm begin. Her heels pushed at his ass, forcing him further into her and her nails dug into his back once again.

Jack reached between them and once again placed just enough pressure on her clit. She cried out as he body rocked from the orgasms and he finally reached his own release. He stayed buried in her but moved his fingers against her clit slowly, easing her back down as she clung to him.

He removed his hand from her and brushed her bangs off of her sweaty face. He leaned forward and kissed her softly. When he pulled back Sam looked the happiest he had ever seen her and smiled, knowing that he was the cause of that happiness. "Now that Samantha, was one hell of a way to wake up." Sam laughed brightly as she cupped his face and kissed him, smiling against his lips. After a moment of cuddling Jack finally pulled out of her, only because he thought he'd suffocate her if he remained lying onto of her. He rolled onto his back and pulled Sam with him so that she was in the same position she had been during sleep.

"Did you sleep at all," Sam asked heavily as she resumed playing with his chest hair.

"Nah, I was afraid I'd wake up to find you gone."

Sam tilted her head to look at him and he could tell that she was considering his words; they were a little unusual for him, as he generally ran away from the emotional stuff. She chose not to comment on his words and instead spared him a Cheshire cat grin. "You could have woken me up sooner, especially for that," she said before placing a gently kiss on his chest. "What did you do the whole time?"

"Thought about stuff."

This time Sam raised her brow and propped herself up on her elbow so that she could look down into his face. "What kind of stuff?"

"Your letters."

"You're not seriously thinking I'm going to change my mind after that, are you?"

"No," he chuckled at her. "I was just thinking about some of the things you wrote that practically had me hard just from anticipation … There's one thing I wanted to ask you though."

"Hmm?"

"Did you mean what you wrote Hammond?" Sam's brow furrowed and Jack reached over, tracing her lips with a single finger. "That if we weren't granted special dispensation that you wanted to be transferred to the labs on a permanent basis?"

Jack watched as her body tensed and her eyes widened. She moved to get up from the bed but Jack rolled, pinning her to the bed again. "Don't run away from this Sam," he offered as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear while she took shaky breathes.

"Those were private. He had no right –"

"I know … Don't hold it against the man. I think he just wanted to protect you. It's his prerogative as your 'Uncle George'." Sam's expression changed from one of fear to one of curiosity and Jack knew exactly what she was asking, how did he know that Hammond was Uncle George?

"When you were missing," he offered softly as he studied her face, tracing her cheek bones and simply touching her for comfort. "He had a hard time of it Sam … I found him one night, drinking in his office. It was right after you were declared MIA … God, he fought so hard to keep the search going … He was defeated, the thought of losing you Sam … It's a hard place to be to see your CO cry. Samantha," he offered in that soft tone he used to express so much more than just her name. All it took was one look and he knew she caught the meaning.

He loves you.

You mean the world to him.

He will always look after you.

Sam gently cupped Jack's cheek and spared him a soft look of understanding. "In a perfect world we could have this and SG-1 and I will fight for that." She paused to lick her lip but, her eyes never strayed from his. "But, there's no choice if it's you or SG-1 Jack, no choice at all. The way things were before Ba'al … Before that was as good as it got, but now … I can't let this go Jack. I can't let you go."

Will you let her go, or will you fight for her? Oma's words rang out in his mind but he needed to know something before he addressed that question.

"When you asked Hammond about the dispensation … that was during your first week of command. Before our letters started to get personal," he said with his heart pounding in his chest. He had to know. He was a smart enough man to figure it out but for some reason … he had to hear her say it.

Sam licked her lip again but this time her eyes strayed to his chest. She took a few moments and when she looked into his eyes he could see her determination. "I have loved you for a very long time Jack. When this command came around I knew it would be my only chance. It was hard, asking for that before I really knew how you felt, but I thought … I thought that if I had some answers before we started this then things might go a little smoother. I also had to know that I tried. I made up my mind to pursue this before the official orders came. I knew that either way, if you reciprocated or not, things would change … I had to at least try."

Jack leaned forward and kissed her with as much feeling as he could. He wanted her to know that he understood, that he did reciprocate, and that he loved her. When they pulled away he placed his forehead against hers and took a deep breath. "When you came back Oma asked me if I would let you go. She said you weren't capable of it, that you could ascend if you would let me go but, you refused. I will always fight for you Samantha. I will always fight for us because I can't let you go either."