On First Dates and Interesting Occurrences

[fishesandfights]

Who: Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill...and a surprise guest.
What: Being away from military regulations = first date time.
When: Evening
Where: Sam's room.
Rating: PG-13.



But he was, just the tiniest bit, nervous tonight. Then again, this was far more important in certain ways than, say, conducting a bombing run in an F-16 or disabling a Super Ha'tak with an F-302. He was good at those, highly experienced. He knew the potential outcomes. This? Wasn't those things. In some hard-to-define way it was more important, at least to him.

He had found casual clothes, at least. That was the easy part. Then he had tried to find a picnic basket, several items of food, and a bottle of wine. He was quite pleased with the wine, a '69. She'd get that tiny reference. They'd never actually seen each other out of uniform when it wasn't work-related. He'd seen her in a skirt. Once. When he'd pretended to resign. And that had been interrupted by the rest of the gang.

Well, this wasn't then. It was far better. And also less on the 'uncertainty' thing. He stepped up to her door, adjusting the collar on his jacket. And then he knocked on her door.

One way or the other, one of the best adventures he'd ever had was about to start.

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"First thing that came to mind," he said, waving it away. "But I think you're right."

She usually is, in his experience.

He paused for a moment, then got up, holding his chair underneath him. He shuffled it to the side of the table, nearer her.

"Never got why people sat across from each other at these things, when they could be closer."

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And Sam did the same with her own chair a moment later. She wondered that same thing but when she glanced over at Jack, she had an idea about that.

"So they can look into each other eyes, probably." She took a sip of wine and then placed her free hand over his.

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"Yeah, but we've been doing that for years. Across all sorts of tables. Cafeteria tables, conference room tables, wooden tables, metal ones..."

He squeezed her hand, however, as he made his list. It was to amuse her, or annoy her in an amusing way. Whichever worked. And there was always the possibility that she'd find a creative way to shut him up.

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"We were restricted by regulations though, so we weren't really allowed to give it any more of a meaning than the fact that we understood each other." She did smiles at that though, returning the squeeze.

There was now though and that made up for it. For as long as they were here, they could keep making up for all that lost time. Especially since the Zatarc incident when they openly admitted it to save themselves.

"How about we skip to dessert?"

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"Let's," he said, with a grin.

He detached his hand from hers to fetch it from the basket, setting the bowl of strawberries in front of her.

"We did understand each other, didn't we? And I think we still do."

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Sam plucked a strawberry from the dish and bit into it, sighing happily at the taste while listening to him. She nodded after a couple seconds after he finished and smiles.

"Yeah, we did. And we certainly still do. I don't see that changing at any point. And I wouldn't want to."

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"Good to hear," he said, taking up a strawberry himself.

"And I'm going ahead and calling it a win on the dessert. Couldn't find any whipped cream to go with it, this time."

And there was something about the way she bit into a strawberry that held his attention. Could be that he was seeing things for the first time, at least in part. The other part was just that it was her doing it.

Damn html fail followed by icon fail. Sleep is apparently necessary to function

[talks_too_much]

"We could always wish some up." Although that could be a bad idea. Especially when she noticed his lingering attention as she bit into her strawberry. It took awhile to notice but she did. And then she covered her mouth, just a bit embarrassed and completely mistaking why he was watching her.

She's smiling though, no chance of stopping that reaction. Good food, good wine, best dessert and the greatest company with only one interruption.

It is, now and again. :P

[fishesandfights]

"Yeah, might have to get used to that."

He smiled, pointing at her.

"Don't hide that - it's kinda nice to watch." He grinned as he said it, picking up another strawberry. "You generally are."

:p

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Sam laughed a little a lowered her hand and cheeks pink. She wasn't at all used to anybody watching her eat so she was a bit self-conscious for a minute.

"Never thought I'd hear that. Especially from you. Then again, we're just working on a bunch of firsts since we got here."

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"Oh yes, that we are."

He still remembered her version of the goodnight kiss. He was fairly sure bluebirds had been on his shoulders all the way back to his room.

"But hey, I've not been able to say...y'know, stuff...for a couple of years now. I'm a bit eager."

Interpret that as you will, he could have many meanings there.

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"Who wouldn't be eager? I don't think many people realize how hard it is." Someone felt jealous. Often. Not that's she's letting on about it. He probably knows better than anyone else would anyway.

Biting into another strawberry now, trying not to make it seem so 'interesting'. Or thought provoking.

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She adapted quickly. He smiled, watching her again for a long moment, watching the way that her eyes watched his.

He pushed his plate aside, leaning in.

"C'mere a sec," he said, with a smile, reaching out to trace her cheek and chin with a hand. Suddenly her lips were entirely too far away.

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She didn't need telling, or asking, twice. Already moving her chair over to him and leaning her face into his hand. Thoughts raced through her mind, and she was sure she hadn't betrayed anything in her expression.

"Just a second?" Sam asked lightly, just a soft teasing sound to it but she wasn't moving away. Or even giving any sign of wanting to move away.

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At the speed her brain worked, he could have made all sorts of guesses. He might pick a few out, however. He was a man who functioned very well on instinct.

"For a start," he whispered, almost against her lips. Then he was kissing her, again and again, without any hesitation or tentativeness.

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Well now, this she could handle. This was something she could always handle. Each kiss was returned eagerly, taking a few smalls breaths each time they're lips parted.

"Good start." She said softly going back for another kiss.

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There was a mere moment to smile, before her lips filled his world again.

He half-stood from his chair, the better to be closer to her, his hand caressing the side of her neck, pulling her closer.

They said absence made the heart grow fonder, but it turned out that years of longing also worked most excellently.

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Excellently indeed. Sam was half tempted to get out of her chair and sit with him, close any distance left between them and just let things go along as they would.

Actually, yes. Moving over to sit with him, breaking the kiss for the least amount of time possible.

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He almost tilted back out of his chair as he paid every ounce of attention to her. He ran a hand through her hair, almost drinking her in. Oh this was a very good night.

After a few more kisses he shifted his attention just a little, kissing just beneath her ear, then onto her neck.

"Feel like getting more comfortable?" He whispered.

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"No objections from me." She said softly, biting her lip as he kissed a tender spot beneath her ear. Oh... she definitely had no complaints. Nobody in their right mind would. And she was about halfway still in her right state of mind at the moment.

Her bed wasn't too far away, but she was barely up for moving right now. Yes, she wanted to get more comfortable. No, she didn't want to take more than two steps away from Jack.

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He stood up, very slowly, keeping her form carefully against his as he moved towards the bed. He was thankful that it was near, because standing was a bit beyond his brain's comprehension at the moment, given how much of it was devoted to her, at the moment.

He sat down, then started to recline, bringing her with him, a hand on her side, pulling her closer still. He stopped for a few moments, just to watch her eyes, just to smile at her.

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Sam followed him as he leaned back, lightly nipping at his lip with each kiss. She took several deep breaths when he stopped, smiling back at him with both her lips and eyes.

"Not moving too fast, are we?" Better question, did either of them care? Sam wasn't really caring if it was too fast or not right now.

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"Not for me," he said, tracing a finger down her cheek. "The rest," he added, "is up to you."

He drew a hand along her side, watching her.

"Everything's up to you," he said, his quiet way of letting her know that anything that happened was going to happen on her time schedule.

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"Definitely not for me, either." And with that, she kissed him again. Just a light touch of their lips, letting him know through actions that he had absolutely no complaints.

"Up to you too." Sam added, softly.

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He nodded, understanding. No complaints, no regrets.

The next kiss was deep, and lasting, his hand stroking the side of her neck. It was time to simply become lost in her, in being together. The consummation both had devoutly wished for.

He moved his head slightly, whispering in her ear about her beauty, and her brilliance - and how both enthused him beyond all measure. The words he never spoke loudly, never casually, never to others.