"One day someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else"

Chapter 12

The music had stopped but they were still standing swaying gently together, afraid to let each other go.

"Ok, maybe not a one off then," Sam said quietly, "or maybe it's just who I'm dancing with."

"Yeah, it could be that alright," he said in response

"I never was much of a dancer myself."

Sam leaned her head back and looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," he said. "Just got a bit intense there for a moment, kinda took me by surprise."

"I know," she sighed. "Me too."

They stood gazing at each other, their faces centimeters apart for silent moments, until Sam finally spoke.

"You kissed me."

"Yes, I did."

"Can you do it again, please?"

"Now?" He asked laughing.

"Yes Jack, I was thinking now. Don't make me make it an order," she teased.

She opened her mouth to make some silly lighthearted joke but at that very moment, he leaned in and gently placed a kiss on her lips. Even though she had asked him to, his sudden and deliberate movement had surprised her. She sighed, pressed herself against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He allowed his hands to travel up to her face, which he cupped gently and he kissed her slowly and sensually and then finished the kiss by rubbing his nose against hers.

"Nice," she breathed

"Only nice?" He said, feigning hurt. "I'm losing my touch."

"Not in the slightest Jack."

He watched as her eyes lost focus and her mind wandered. When she righted herself, she looked at him and smiled.

"What?" He asked grinning at her.

"I was just thinking about what Daniel said earlier and..."

"Aaaaaand what?"

"I think I found my missing piece, and it's been here all along." She placed her hand over Jack's heart.

"Oh, well if it's any comfort, I've always known where mine was. My soul saw you eight years ago and thought, 'oh hello, there you are, I've been looking for you. I just had to wait for you to find yours.'

Jack leaned down, tilted her chin up and kissed her slowly and deeply until she pulled away, took his hand and walked silently towards the house.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Well he KNEW what he was supposed to do but what the hell was he supposed to do now?

He had finally told her, she had finally told him, and now she was leading him into his house, presumably so they could…

"Hey Sam," Jack said, "You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"What I want, is to learn you and for you to learn me," Sam answered.

"What you like? What I like, etc,"

"I like root beer," Jack said, "And chips and cake."

"Not exaaaactly what I meant but good to know," she quipped.

They entered Jack's house and she stopped. He closed the door behind them and turned. His eyes were blazing and he walked towards her with the authority she was used to seeing from him. She backed up and suddenly he was in front of her and her back was against the wall.

"So Sam, what do you like?" He ran his index finger over her lips and in a straight line over her breastbone and down to where the deep plunging neckline of her dress finished.

"Do you like soft kisses?" he asked playfully as he placed very soft kisses along her jaw and onto her lips.

"Or do you like the more intense kind," he tilted her head back, held her face tightly and kissed her hard on the lips, then caught her bottom lip in his teeth and nipped gently.

She gasped and smiled. She knew he'd wanted to bite her bottom lip since their first dance, earlier that night. A surge of desire bolted up through her and she closed her eyes tightly to relieve some of the pressure building.

"Well?" he said, slowly kissing her neck.

"I think I like them both Jack," Sam said breathlessly holding onto his shirt tightly in her hands.

"Good answer," he mumbled into her neck, "Now let's go learn all about what Samantha Carter likes."

Jack took her by the hand and led her silently to his bedroom and closed the door slowly behind them.