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Summer Sausage
“Colonel?”
General Jack O’Neill stood at the bottom of the boarding stairs, looking eye to eye with the former leader of SG-1.
“General,” she replied. “I can explain.”
“I hope so, Colonel. But not to me. I,” he pointed to his chest, with fruit salad, “have no problem being pulled away from meetings with the various joint chiefs and the president. To my assistant, who had to rearrange my schedule.”
The other passengers were waiting on the stairs behind Sam, one of them impatiently tapping fingers on the handrail, so Sam stepped down the last step and moved to one side. She ignored the sarcastic “thank you” from the uniform who moved past her and across to the terminal.
“Jack, are you afraid of your assistant?” she grinned.
“Millicent? The gray-haired, stone-faced autocrat that runs my office with an iron fist?” Jack shuddered.
“You mean the soft-hearted lady sweet lady that loves you like a son even though you’ve only been here six months?” Sam laughed.
“Ha!” Jack exclaimed. “She tells you that, but if I step out of line, she’s worse than my first CO. And he hated second lieutenants.” Jack’s lopsided grin broke through. He’d learned a lot from that CO, things about surviving in a war zone. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Jack motioned for her to walk with him, and they headed for the terminal.
“What exactly did you tell Millicent anyway, to get her to rearrange everything without even asking me?” Jack asked as he opened the terminal door.
“I told her I was chasing dreams, and I needed her help.”
Jack pulled up to the garage on the bottom floor of his DC condo and waited for the door to rise, then pulled in. He didn’t wait for the door to close behind him before turning to Sam.
“C’mere,” he said, pulling her across the center console. “God, Sam, it’s been too long,” he whispered against her lips before claiming them.
“Three weeks,” Sam managed, her breath sucking in as Jack found the spot behind her ear that made her shudder with want.
“Yeah. That’s too long.” He tried to pull her closer but was stymied by the console and reluctantly let go. “Inside,” he said.
They managed to navigate the stairs from the garage level to the main floor with minimal loss of clothing, but the stairs to the second floor were littered with various parts of their uniforms, his strewn on the railing, hers in puddles against the wall. Sam giggled when he caught his foot in his boxer briefs and fell face down on the bed and started toeing off his socks. He flipped onto his back just in time to catch her as she landed on top of him, her hands running up his abdomen, through his chest hair, and cradling his face.
“I’ve missed this,” she said softly, her eyes locked on his. “Us. I’ve missed us.”
One of his errant hands ran down her back to grasp her ass, which he noted fit perfectly in his hand, and the other slid into her hair, pulling her face down to his, and he took her lips in a searing kiss before flipping her onto her back. “I’m just a guy, and right now I have other priorities.” His lips slid down to her neck, sucking, licking, then further before he lifted his head to catch her moan with his mouth. “God, Sam. I’ve missed us, too.”
His kitchen was comfy, the small table he’d found perfect for two to share a morning cup of coffee, or a midnight beer and a snack. Sam took a round of ham, a round of turkey, two slices of cheese (one pepperjack, one cheddar) from the cheese tray he’d obviously found at the grocery store and added it to one of the crackers from the sleeve he’d pulled from the pantry, pushing it all into her mouth along with a swig of her beer, then chewing with gusto. Jack grinned, thinking about other things she’d had in her mouth that didn’t require chewing.
“I’m surprised you got that stack in there,” he said, thumbing a crumb from the side of lips.
“Well, it fit, didn’t it,” she drawled after swallowing, her eyes glinting.
Jack’s laughter filled the room. “Oh, I have more where that came from. You don’t think I’d put all the goods out at once, do you?”
“Oh?” she got up and started rummaging through the fridge, grabbing a bag of cheese cubes and a round of summer sausage. “Isn’t that supposed to go there?” she asked, indicating the cheese tray on the table.
“Why Samantha, do you have plans for my summer sausage?” he asked, dragging out his words and leering.
“It’s not as big as I imagined.” She paused as she opened a drawer to get a knife to slice the sausage. “I think your summer sausage will fit just fine.” She placed the sliced sausage on the tray next to the ham and turkey rounds.
“Jack, seriously,” she said, looking into his eyes with a solemn expression, “your sausage is much better than any old ham and turkey.”
Jack grinned at her like the fool he was as he watched her slip an especially large round of sliced summer sausage into her mouth, licking her lips and lifting a brow.
“I got nothing,” he said in response.
His fingers absently twirled a curl of her hair as they snuggled on the couch in front of the fire. “Its late,” he said quietly. “This is great, but I still have to be in my office in the morning.”
Sam lay half on her side and half on top of him, one hand on his chest, her fingers under his tee, running through his chest hair. Her fingers lifted every now and then to let the coarse hairs curl around them. “Meaning we have to move?”
“As much as I’m enjoying this, yeah. We do.”
“Alright,” she said, sitting up. “But tomorrow night is ours, no long meetings, no emergencies that aren’t emergencies.”
“Its tomorrow already.” He sat up, putting his feet on the floor and standing. He offered her his hand, pulling her up against his side when she took it. “Didn’t you tell Millicent that I’m tied up tonight?”
He shook his head as he picked up his uniform coat where it lay across the rail and looked at it closely, “Is it too wrinkled to wear?”
“Jack, I’ve seen your closet.”
“Oh?” They continued up the stairs, each of them picking up pieces of uniform.
“You have two more coats in there with everything in place.” She grabbed her underwear just as he lifted it to his nose.
“Dammit, Sam, I wasn’t through with those.”
“Yes, you were.” She held up her own uniform coat. “I’ll send this out to be cleaned. I’ll need it Friday.”
“You have plans?” he asked, pulling her to him and nuzzling her neck.
“You know I do.”
Jack reached over Sam and hit the alarm with his hand, knocking it to the floor but not turning it off. “Crap.” He slid out of the bed and walked around to pick it up and turn it off before looking guiltily at the bed. He breathed out when he saw Sam still deeply asleep. “Close call,” he thought before padding to the en suite. All he wanted to do was crawl back into bed with Sam. Nice, warm, cuddly Sam. Who liked his summer sausage. He smirked at his own joke as he turned on the shower and stepped under the cold spray. Damn, he still had it. Total juvenile.
When he finished in the bathroom, he opened the door gently and peeked around the corner. The bed was empty. He sighed. Then he smelled the coffee. And grinned. By the time he reached the kitchen Sam was setting scrambled eggs, bacon, and golden toast triangles on the table. He kissed her on the cheek and sat.
“You didn’t need to do this,” he said, digging in, and looking where her long legs met the tee she’d pilfered from his dresser.
“What?” she asked, seeing the look on his face as she sat.
“Nothin. Just enjoying the view.” He grabbed a piece of bacon. Just the way he liked it. Who knew Sam could fry bacon?
“I wish I didn’t have to go in. I know there’s a lot to do today, but those meetings Millicent rescheduled…”
“I know. Its okay.” Sam picked a piece of bacon off his plate. “Milly told me they couldn’t be put off another day. But Jack,” she leaned forward, her fingers grazing his as he reached for the toast, “it was worth it to have the extra time yesterday. You were going to have to go in today anyway.’
Jack slid his fingers through hers, squeezing them gently, before letting go to pick up the toast. “I wouldn’t have had to go in this early,” he said, biting off a corner and chewing. “But it was worth it.”
“Two more days, Jack.”
***
Jack and Sam sat on his dock, their feet dangling over in the water, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm across her back. The moonlight reflecting off the water looked like a moonbeam highway, and the stars lit the night sky. Jack’s thoughts drifted to what it had taken for them to have this- this simple quiet and peace with each other and, for the moment, in their lives. He rested his head against hers.
“Its beautiful,” Sam said softly, her eyes on the sky.
“Yes, beautiful,” Jack responded, but his eyes were on her. He kissed the top of her head.
“We made it, Jack,” she said, lifting her head to look into his eyes.
“Yes, we did.”
When she settled back against his side, he heard her soft giggle float up to him. He nearly said “no giggling”, but stopped himself with grin as he remembered it was okay for her giggle to have an effect on him. “What?” he asked instead.
“Thor’s wedding gift,” she answered, her voice full of laughter. “And the president’s face.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t suppose he planned on being beamed to the Daniel Jackson and whisked away to Minnesota.”
She turned her face into Jack’s shoulder to try to stifle her laughter. “All of them, Jack. Did you, you know?”
“I might have sent a message,” he replied, moving a strand of hair from her forehead before dropping a kiss. “Were you surprised?”
“I thought getting married in the Oval Office was a story we’d tell our grandkids, but how do we explain the whole wedding party being whisked to the cabin just as the chaplain starts the ceremony, and everyone but us back again as soon as we kissed?”
“Our grandkids?” Jack sat up. “Is there something I need to know?”
Sam placed a hand on his arm. “Just a figure of speech, General, but I’m open to discussion.” She snuggled back against his chest.
“Did you like Teal’c’s surprise?” she diverted their conversation. They could talk about babies later.
Jack laughed. “I never thought of putting melted chocolate on that.”
“Only Teal’c would think of chocolate dipped Twinkies and strawberries. But how did he know to have them here?”
“He must have sent a message to Thor, too.”
Jack turned her so he could reach her lips with his. There’d been entirely too many Twinkies, too much talking, and not nearly enough kissing. He planned to rectify that.
“C’mon,” he said standing and offering his hand. “Lets go inside. I have summer sausage here, too.”