"Okay, first thing," Jack instructs standing as close behind her as a tennis instructor who knows nothing about tennis, "Look through without moving the telescope."
Sam obeys, and is greeted by a star that is more than a little familiar to her.
"That's your star," he tells her.
"You can't just give me a star," she protests, "That one has planets orbiting her. For all you know one of them could be full of life.
He grins because actually he does know that one of them does contain life. He met the people who lived there.
"So, you can't just give it away," she repeats. "How would you feel if someone on another planet just gave away Earth to impress his mate?"
"Well, I would hope it worked for him," Jack says kissing her neck.
"I think we can give the female alien a bit more faith than that. I'm sure she can see through his antics."
"Oh of course she can," he replies, "She is very smart. That doesn't mean that she wouldn't pretend to be impressed because she wants to kiss him as much as he wants to kiss her."
"You're right, this alien does sound pretty smart," she says turning around to kiss him. Her hands slip between his hair and skull and the feeling is way more amazing than he predicted. He suddenly finds himself understanding why his grandfather used to enjoy his head massages by the hair dresser so much.
His hands are on her hips, and this time they don't wonder to her ass. He leaves them on her hips appreciating how strong she is. There is something glorious about her stance. Something…military about it.
The she shifts, "Your telescope is jabbing me."
"Sorry," he says looking down at the budge in his pants.
"I didn't mean that one," she says glancing behind her.
"You want to move somewhere more comfortable?" he suggests.
She doesn't quite know this man well enough to go in with him into the house. He senses the tension in her body, and sits down on the floor of the deck. She joins him, sitting between his legs.
"For a woman like you, a single solar system is not enough," he observes.
She giggles at his absurdity, and leans against them.
"I mean, a galaxy at least. Maybe a cluster."
"You know, if you decided to stop talking about the universe as if it were your backyard I would like you just as much," she teases.
"But then how would you know you were worthy of a whole galaxy of your own?" he asks running his fingers down her arms. He is barely touching her, and still leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake.
She makes that moan sound that drives him crazy, and then she clears her throat, which is kind of weird. No, wait, it was not her throat that just got cleared. It belongs to the eyes under an Air Force Beretta that have just arrived over the top of his deck.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir, but it has to do with," the soldier looks at the civilian, "Project Stargate."
The man has chosen the only word in a thousand galaxies which would have made Jack O'Neill his roof with a beautiful woman and follow a man.
"I'm sorry, I really have to go," He apologized standing up.
"I understand," she says.
"Will you give me your name and number before we go?" he pleads.
"Oh, I have a feeling that we are going to be seeing each other soon," she assures him.
He can't bear the thought of losing contact with her, so he pulls out a pen and offers her his arm. She scrawls the name "Samantha Carter" on it along with her number. The numerals are far larger than they would need to be, and he is mesmerized by how sensual the cursive of her name feels on his skin.
He feels claimed by her, marked, and he really likes the feeling.
Author's Note: I posted this story twice! Sorry about that. I deleted the one who had fewer reviews, but I sincerly appologize to the two of you that had your reviews deleted along with my story mistake!