Summary: Sam and Jack spend some quality time together at home, away from the hustle and bustle of the SGC.
Timeframe: Before "Solitudes."
Characters/Pairing: Established SJ
The sun was bright and warm in a cloudless sky, and birds chirped happily in a melodic tune outside their bedroom window. Sam was happy. It was one of those rare moments where her husband appeared care free, relaxed, and content. There was a lazy smile on Jack's face as he laid on his back with his hands resting behind his head. Sam was lying on her side next to him, propping herself up on an elbow. SG-1 had nothing scheduled for a few days, so they were allowed some time off. Both Jack and Sam had taken the opportunity to sleep in, lounging in bed lazily for most of the morning.
"What do you want to do today?" Sam asked idly as her delicate fingers began to lightly trace the veins in his arm.
"Hey, that tickles." Jack snorted and dropped his arm down by his side. "I dunno," he murmured, tilting his head toward her and grinning. "I'm good as long as I'm spending time with you."
Sam smiled, her hand changing course to rest just above his bare stomach. It had a been a week now since Jack had quit wrapping his pouch at night. The change in her husband began with Teal'c, who'd had a little chat with Jack concerning his fear about Sparky leaping into Sam in the middle of the night. From what she'd heard from Jack himself, all infant larvae were only concerned with their own survival, and knew instinctively that they would not survive inhabiting a host's body until they were fully mature. She supposed Jack had told her that because he knew the thought of becoming a host scared her, too, even though Sam had tried to hide it from him.
Turning into Jack's body to place a kiss against his collarbone, Sam sat up and swung her legs out of the bed. "I think we should start the day by getting out of bed."
Jack huffed and pouted at her. "Aw, do we hafta?"
Shrugging, Sam sauntered saucily toward the en suite. "I'm going to get in the shower. Wanna join me?" she tossed over her shoulder.
Once her words registered, she could hear Jack scrambling out of bed to go after her. She laughed and began shedding her clothes as soon as she entered the bathroom. It didn't take her husband long to catch up.
They made love in the shower, dressed for the day, and then Jack made Sam a big breakfast of pancakes, coffee, and scrambled eggs. They ate out on the back deck, sitting side by side on the wooden bench, and chatting casually about mundane things like socks lost in the dryer, upcoming visits to the grocery store, and future plans for their lawn care. Not one word was mentioned about saving the world from egotistical aliens. It was nice, and for the first time in a long while, Sam felt as though Jack were once again the same man she'd fallen in love with before Hathor ever entered their lives.
In the afternoon, Sam continued to work out in the back garden while Jack took a break to go inside and grab them some drinks. The sun was high in the sky, and the air was humid and warm. When she turned to see Jack coming down the steps off the deck with a pitcher of lemonade and some plastic cups, Sam took a moment to admire the skin that was exposed by the loose tank he wore. His skin was kissed brown from the sun, and glistening with sweat from their hard work in the garden.
Sam smiled as Jack filled the cups and set the pitcher down on a flat rock. He handed her one of the cups and downed his thirstily. She drank hers much more slowly, savoring the taste of freshly-squeezed lemons. "Thanks."
Finished with their short break, both Sam and Jack got down on their knees in the dirt and went back to work, planting seeds and flowers and digging up soil.
Hours later, Sam stood with her dirt-covered hands on her cut-off jean-clad hips, admiring their days accomplishments with a pleased smile on her face. She felt her husband's presence seconds before his arms wrapped around her from behind, encircling her waist as his chin rested lightly on her shoulder. He smelled of rich planting soil and sweat, but damn if he didn't still smell wonderful to her.
"Hrm, this is good," she said softly with a hum.
Jack's slightly-stubbly cheek rubbed against her smooth skin. "What is?"
Sam patted the strong arms wound around her, then smiled at him and released a contented sigh. "This."
He grinned with his cheek pressed against her face, then dipped his chin and kissed her shoulder, causing her skin to tingle. "Yeah, it really is."
Yep, Sam thought to herself, closing her eyes and just living in the moment. It really was good; and they could both use another shower, Sam decided with a mischievous smirk.