Things are never quite what they should be

[macgyverd_it]

Who: Sam Carter and Jack O'Neill
What: Discussions and post family event awkwardness.
When: a few days after the family event ended.
Where: The workshop Huey left behind.
Rating: PG-13


Sam had been actively keeping herself busy for the days preceding the extremely bizarre events of that family thing. She'd been keeping even more busy in the wake of it. She had a first hand grasp of the perfect life O'Neill had talked about.

She'd spent the last three days straight in the lab. Working on the schematics of the gate project, as well as a few other systems she felt would help them for the remainder of their time here at Paradisa. She wanted to measure what she could of this place.

Three days no sleep, nothing much but coffee and the occasional bit of food the robot Huey left her would force her to take. Well some habits never change.

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[fishesandfights]

"Relax, I understand. Really, I do. Me and understanding are like that on this."

He held up two fingers as he said it, crossed.

"And trust me," he added, "You're worth patience. Beginnings are great, too."

His usual humor was flowing back into his response, and he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

[macgyverd_it]

"Thank you, Sir." She shook her head. "Yeah, that's going to take some getting used to." But it was a good transition, this change in their relationship was one she'd been hoping and waiting for, for a long time.

"So, maybe...I guess a date or something? I don't really know... dating isn't exactly my forte."

She shrugged and ran a hand back through her hair. Funny how she could unravel the intricate workings of alien technology but arranging a date was stumping her.

"Oh, and I know we are taking things slow but," She gestured between them and sort of grinned. "That kiss? Could we try that one more time?"

[fishesandfights]

He couldn't help but laugh at that, briefly.

"Yes, a date. I think that's a decent idea. I'd find a sock hop if they had one. Or if you had bobby socks."

It was funny. It was also one of the more attractive features about her. A beautiful sort of awkwardness. Then she spoke again, and he tilted his head from side to side as if in thought.

"Well," he said, putting on a thoughtful expression, "I think I could manage one more."

[macgyverd_it]

"Yeah, I can just see it now. Me in bobby socks with the skirt." Sam shook her head with laughter at the absurdity of it.

"As long as we're taking things slow, it's sort of like practice."

She closed the distance between them, her hands laying flat against his chest as she took a minute to just look into his eyes. Both of them there, freely doing this because it was what they truly wanted. Too soon to put words or labels on things even if they were true, it had to come in time.

"Kiss me Jack."

[fishesandfights]

He said nothing, this time. He'd been, essentially, given an order - one he was more than happy to obey. He dipped his head, a hand coming up to touch the line of her jaw, and brought his lips against hers again.

It wasn't like before. It was better. There was no surprise on either side, but there was the desire to make the most of it. It became not so much a single kiss, but a series of them, an exploration of her lips.

And an entirely fantastic one.

[macgyverd_it]

The world stopped, or maybe just her perception of anything else that existed. Samantha Carter lost herself in a kiss that, well, changed her life.

The kiss faded off into smaller kisses, each just as sweet but this time they were in it together. Just like they always had, together.

She eased back and took a long moment to smile. "I guess the sunhat really worked for you, huh?"

[fishesandfights]

And oh how he liked that smile. He wished he could take a picture of it, press it into a little book forever.

"Yeah, it really did. But it was the whole part where you looked up with that smile. The hat just sort of added an exclamation mark to the whole sexy package."

He winced, briefly.

"Right, sorry, not the word for taking it slow, there."