AN: This was where I had intended to finish this story, but when I was done, there was another chapter that was begging to be written. It will be posted tomorrow as a bonus chapter and will be rated M so if you wish to finish here you can as the bonus chapter isn't necessarily required to complete the story.

Thank you so much for all the feedback. I'm so glad you enjoyed my first fanfic.

"I'm done. I don't need anything more out of life. I have you, and that's enough."

Chapter 16

Sam stood barefoot on the deck, sipping steaming coffee from one of Jack's gigantic mugs or buckets as she would call them.

She often wondered what this exact moment would feel like and she was pleased to find that it was perfect, just like every moment of the previous night has been. Her skin still felt like it was on fire and she could still feel Jack's fingertips on her skin, which had caused ripples of pleasure, the likes of which she had never experienced, to course through her body. She closed her eyes, saw the image of him, beneath her, his eyes locked on hers and took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. She felt like a giddy teenager and couldn't stop the grin that appeared and refused to leave her face from forming.

Jack lay in bed, a big goofy smile plastered onto his face as he looked at the dress hung on his bathroom door.

She was still here. His heart skipped a beat. She hadn't run away. He could smell her perfume and coffee in the air. He lifted his arm to stretch out and realized that he could smell her perfume on him, not just on the air. He felt elated. He closed his eyes and saw the events of the previous night as clear as if they were happening in that very moment. His fingers tingled remembering how her skin felt under them, and goosebumps formed on his neck where she had kissed fiery tracks up to his lips. The image of her throwing her head back as she sat up and he looked up at her would never leave him until the day he died. And he doubted that he would ever hear his name in the same way again as long as he lived.

He needed her. Now. Jack stood and grabbed a t-shirt, threw it over his head as he strode out to find her.

Jack stood in the doorway of his house, leaning casually up against the doorframe, legs crossed, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and stared.

Sam stood not fifteen feet from him and she hadn't yet noticed that he was here so he had some time.

His eyes took her in, from top to toe, lingering on the spot where his dress shirt finished and her bare legs began. Those legs! Damn.

He closed his eyes momentarily and let his mind wander and opened them smirking to himself. Oh the things Samantha Carter could do to him with those legs, he mused.

She bent down and set her empty mug on the deck and wrapped her arms around her waist. The hem of his shirt lifted fractionally, not a lot, but just enough to set his mind racing again.

He put his coffee mug on the table beside him and walked quietly out to where she stood. He wrapped his arms softly around her waist and nuzzled in behind her. She instinctively raised her shoulder slightly where he rested his chin and kissed under her earlobe, which made her giggle and squirm against him – something he had learned the previous night and wouldn't forget in a hurry.

"Good morning, Angel," he said softly, taking a deep breath to fill himself with her scent and ran his lips gently over her ear.

"Hmm, good morning yourself," she replied and pulled his arms tighter around her waist so there was no air between their bodies. "You still think I'm an angel after last night?"

She giggled that amazing Carter giggle and he closed his eyes and allowed himself to get completely lost in her.

"You know I'm never gonna wash this shirt again now don't you?" he said laughing.

"I thought you might say that," she replied, amusement in her voice.

"So last night," he started, "That was… Wow."

"I know," she replied. "I don't think I've ever felt like that in my entire life. I've never had that connection with anyone."

"Me neither, it was just..."

"Perfect," she finished.

"The part with the, and the, and Jesus the ..."

He pulled her closer and his teeth scraped across her earlobe.

"You liked that huh?" she said grinning.

"Very, VERY much so," he replied smiling and kissing her neck and moving his hands over her belly. "It's lucky I have no neighbors."

"Mostly I just loved that it was with you. I've imagined last night for eight years. Imagined what I'd say, what I'd do, well, imagined what you'd do more actually," a cheeky grin spreading over his face. "It was more than I'd ever dreamed of; I'll tell you this for nothing, 'Fantasy Sam' doesn't hold a candle to the real thing. 'Fantasy Sam' couldn't do…" He trailed off.

"Thank you," she said suddenly.

"For what," he asked.

"For everything. For the dancing, for the singing, for the laughter, for last night," she blew out a slow breath and it made smoky wisps in the morning air. "For being there for me when Dad, you know... Just thank you."

"You know your dad spoke to me before he died. He told me that I was worthy of you and that he knew I made you happy. It scared the crap out of me because HE KNEW. Good ole Dad, deep down, I think he always knew."

"He had the same conversation with me, told me that I deserved to love someone and to be loved by someone amazing in return..."

"Sam…," he said into her hair.

"I know…," she replied.

Jack turned her in his arms and looked deep into her eyes. Her head tilted, her hands fell to her sides and his hands reached for her fingers. He slowly trailed his fingers up her arms, over her collarbone and up her neck into her hair. Her hands rested on his waist, playing with the waistband of his Calvin's. Her finger hooked ever so slightly into the band and she dragged it around to his belly, making him jump and his breath catch. He cupped her face in his hands and her breath hitched as he slowly lowered his face to hers and kissed her closed eyes, then her cheeks, then the tip of her nose. He rested his head on hers and spoke very gently and very slowly.

"It's only ever been you Sam, it will only ever BE you. We can make this work"

"I think we can , it'll be easier with you leaving. I think we still need to be discreet though, to keep up appearances"

"Hey if last night is what I can expect with every visit, then I'll never speak to another soul as long as I live" he said, a cheeky grin appearing on his face

"I don't think we need to take it quite that far" she answered chuckling quietly.

"Ok ok but just say the word - not having to speak to people really wouldn't be all that big of a sacrifice for me to make " he said, a look of amusement on his face

"Deal?"

"Deal"

With that, he leaned in and kissed her with such passion that momentarily took her breath away. Her hands lifted and tangled in his silver hair and pulled him closer and their kiss deepened. She sighed sweetly and raised herself onto her tiptoes as he wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly to him. He groaned as she tugged sharply on his hair and she pulled away, opened her eyes and smiled at him.

He kissed her lips gently and with such emotion that she felt her eyes starting to fill. She nuzzled into him and allowed him to envelop her in his arms.

"Thank you, Jack" she said quietly into his ear.

"Thank you for waiting for me."

"Ålways Angel...Ålways."