After lunch with her Uncle George Sam walked into her own home for the first time since she'd stepped back onto Earth. Between her time in D.C. and her time holed up with Jack she'd been living out of her duffel. Well, Janet had grabbed a few outfits for her the night they all went to the bar and then Sam hadn't really worn anymore than one of Jack's shirts for those two days. Actually … she'd pretty much worn his sheets …

She smiled at the fond memories as she stepped into her kitchen; her kitchen that was littered with post-its. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the blue, pink, yellow, and green post-it's that practically covered her kitchen like wallpaper. Back in the early days of the SGC Janet had taken it upon herself to check on Sam's house whenever SG-1 was off-world for long periods of time. As a way of keeping Sam up to date, without bombarding her with mundane details after stressful missions, Janet had started leaving post-its. They usually said something about what plants had survived, any work that had been done, and if she'd had to toss things because of Sam's extended absence.

A few times when she'd been off-world without the other SG-1 members they had joined in. Daniel and Janet practically got into a post-it war in Sam's house. This however was a new extreme. She could tell by the content of the notes and the handwritings that Janet's post-its were the pink, Daniel's were the green, Teal'c's the blue, and Jack's the yellow. Her smile widened as she stepped over to the fridge to find a lot of Janet's post-its. Many of them were thank you's for having preemptively tossed the entire contents of her fridge. Jack had left a few talking about cake and beer. He and Janet appeared to have an entire post-it argument about stocking the fridge with beer for Sam's return.

With a knowing smirk Sam opened the fridge to find it full of Guinness. Grabbing a bottle she shook her head at Jack's antics. She drank the beer while she walked around reading a few post-its as she went. Clearly Jack was the instigator in the 'great post-it war' as he had clearly attempted, and succeeded, to annoy everyone with his own little notes. Eventually she moved from her kitchen towards her bedroom. Instead of post-its her room was covered with flowers. Not just any flower though, paperwhites.

There were easily hundreds of flowers. The flowers had been bunched together so tightly that there was no space left on her dresser, her side tables, nothing. Her floor and bed were covered with the head of the flower, clearly having been cut from the stem. The hundreds of flowers that littered her room made it look as if large puffy snowflakes had fallen. It was wonderful.

"Happy?"

"Jack," Sam sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "How did you know that I like paperwhites?"

He leaned forward to place a kiss against her neck and she could feel him smile against her skin. "What? Don't they remind you of stars too?" Sam turned her head to catch his eye and Jack grinned like an idiot. "Hey I have my ways. Besides, when I want to know what my girls favorite flower is I'm sure as hell gonna find out."

Sam couldn't suppress the smile at his words and chuckled. "Your girl?"

"Mmm hmm." He returned his lips to her neck and Sam couldn't help the shudder that his lips elicited.

Without thought she turned her head to give him more access and Jack's hold on her waist tightened. He started moving towards the bed, forcing her to move as well but, she certainly didn't mind. As they stood at the foot of the bed Jack began to nibble on her ear while he released his hold on her. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and quickly pulled it over her head. Sam couldn't help the moan that followed when he'd stopped his teasing but, now her shirt was gone and his chest was pressed up against her back tightly again.

He started to nip at her neck, slowly moving from her ear back to her clavicle while one of his hands cupped a bra clad breast and the other moved to the button of her jeans. He drew lazy lines against her skin instead of undoing the button and Sam whimpered at his slow teasing. Damn, who thought he'd be able to make Sam Carter whimper – every time no less.

Knowing better than to try and undo her own jeans she reached behind her, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. He was so hard pressed up against her that she knew he had to be in pain. The cargo shorts were undoubtedly better than jeans but she knew it was still too confining for him. With ease she moved her hands in-between their bodies and was rewarded with a growl from him before he bit into her shoulder.

As she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants he had moved his hand from her breast and unhooked the bra. He pulled her bra away from her body and returned his hand to her breast. She had wanted so much to turn around in his arms but, he hadn't allowed it. Now she was trying to shimmy him out of his shorts and boxers as he finally began to unbutton her jeans. "Jack," she moaned in anticipation and frustration. His teasing was her undoing and he had learned that far too quickly.

Jack released her breast and before she could turn around he hooked his thumbs into her jeans and underwear and slowly pulled them down her long legs. Sam couldn't help but be grateful that she had taken her shoes off at the door as she stepped out of the jeans.

She moved, trying to turn around but he stopped her again. Jack had grabbed hold of her waist tightly and then nothing. He simply stood there with his hands on her hips. She could feel the heat radiating off his body but she couldn't feel him. He was standing just far enough away so that his chest wasn't touching her back and it was driving her insane. She placed her hands on top of his trying to pull his hands from her hips to any part of her that was aching for his touch but, he wouldn't budge.

"Jack," she nearly begged as she squirmed in place.

Suddenly one of his arms wrapped around her, lifting her slightly before he climbed onto the bed. They were both on their knees on the bed with his chest pressed against her back and his cock rubbing into her from behind; and, it wasn't enough. She turned her head and was rewarded with his lips on hers. It was a searing, demanding kiss and Sam loved every minute of it. He pushed his hips harder into hers and she moaned again.

Between his lips and her desire for him to bury himself inside her she had lost track of his hands. She felt them on her as he pulled her hands against her own body with his but; they felt like they were everywhere at once. Suddenly she felt her own fingers against her clit while Jack held her hand there, working both their fingers against that oh so sensitive spot. "Oh god," Sam mumbled against his lips.

Jack pushed his tongue into her mouth as he moved their fingers lower, tracing her opening. He pulled away from her lips and pushed his chest harder against her back, forcing her towards the bed. Instinctually she held out her hands to brace herself against the mattress. As soon as she had pulled her hands free from his he had grabbed hold of her hips again before burying his cock into her from behind. "Oh god, Jack …"

Before she could get her bearings he pulled out of her and slammed back in. He was frantic, fast, and hard and before Sam knew what was happening she was flying apart into a million pieces. She felt him come and as he did so he moved a hand to her breast, pinching a nipple tightly. Just as she thought the wave of pleasure would let up it hit her hard again and she felt herself clamping down on his cock, trying to milk him more.

They collapsed into the bed and Sam smiled. He was still lying on top of her, his chest against her back, his cock still buried in her, and his arms had wound themselves around her waist. As Jack began to lazily kiss the back of her neck Sam sighed happily before closing her eyes.