There was something Sam liked about catching him out of the corner of her eye, watching her from the doorway. Perhaps it was the way he lingered there, in shadow and in light, hesitating in the way that was oh-so-Jack.

There was something Sam enjoyed about the way it felt as he slipped his strong arms about her waist, standing close enough behind her that heat radiated from his body. As he pressed his face to her neck and his body to hers that heat only intensified into a feeling that was oh-so-Jack and only Jack.

There was something Sam loved about the way he kissed her. The way his lips gently touched the skin beneath her ear, making her shiver despite the heat, making her gasp. The lips only pressed harder, coaxing out the sound in a way that was oh-so-Jack and perfectly Jack.

And then there was something Sam positively, absolutly adored about making love to him. The way his strong, tonned body felt against hers, the way he would treat her delicately sometimes and not be afraid to be rough other times. She loved every minute of it because he was just oh-so-Jack and only her Jack.