The first snow of the season had begun sometime during the concert. Large, wet flakes still drifted slowly through the now darkened sky, muffling the chatter of the attendees and the rumble of the waiting taxis as the concert ended and the audience headed back out into their everyday lives. The occasional horn blare or shout for a driver's attention did little to disturb the peace that had settled over Samantha Carter like the snow during the few short hours she had spent inside. Yo-Yo Ma's cello playing had touched Sam in a way she couldn't have explained to anyone, its simple beauty leaving her more restful than she'd been in a long, long time.
She wasn't ready for the evening to end.
Sam grabbed her companion's arm, pulling him back as he stepped forward to hail a taxi. "Jack?"
He glanced back at her, "Hmm?"
"Walk for a bit?"
He smiled and nodded, understanding her mood as he always did. She shifted her grip, slipping her arm through his as they started forward. It was funny how normal little things like walking together had become so special over the past few months.
They left the concert crowd behind, crossing the street into the grassy memorial Mall which cut through the heart of D.C. They avoided the grass, however, keeping to the walkways only lightly dusted with snow. Jack knew Sam wasn't wearing combat boots under her evening gown, and the click of her heels on the pavement seemed loud in the sudden silence.
The famous monuments of Washington lit up the night around them as they walked. Finally, Jack disturbed the momentary stillness to ask the question she knew had been on his mind since they'd left the concert. "So?"
She chuckled against his shoulder. "You were right. He's amazing."
"Told ya." But despite the casual words, she heard the satisfaction and relief behind them.
Sam had - in what felt like a lifetime ago - used the excuse of different outside interests to explain why she and Jack rarely did anything outside of work together. The truth, of course, was that while working together at the SGC the line between friendship and fraternization had been too fine for her to risk going anywhere near it. Having neatly solved that problem through the simple expedient of marriage, she now found herself in the odd yet wonderful position of dating her own husband. Admittedly, even simple things like trying to ignore the sounds of his channel surfing while trying to read were more enjoyable than she'd have imagined possible. Of course, that was mostly because of her tendency to use his thigh – or whatever other part of him presented itself -- as her pillow. Still, even after six months of marriage, every outside activity or interest they could share with each other was a priceless treasure.
So, of course Jack was delighted she had enjoyed the concert as much as he did. She squeezed his arm, letting him know she understood. They walked again in silence for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's company until, chilled by a sudden gust of wind, Sam shivered involuntarily against Jack.
"Cold?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"A little." She was actually more than just a little bit cold, but she was hesitant to break the mood and end the evening. She had to be at the airport early the next morning for her flight back to Colorado Springs, and with Priors showing up more and more frequently, who knew when they'd get another opportunity to spend an entire weekend together. However, when she shivered again, Jack, refusing to take 'No' for an answer, hailed a taxi and they headed for home.
Where, since warming Sam up had become something of an art form to Jack O'Neill, the evening was far from over. But she could always sleep on the plane.