A/N: Yay! A new chapter is finally up! Oh no! It's just a rewrite of the untitled snipet! Don't worry, peeps. I did take away and add stuff so yeah, you can read through it or not, it's up to you. Anywho, I still got a bad case of writer's block so we'll just see what happens within these next few weeks. I'm thinking of just ending the story within the next couple of chapters instead of continueing on with what I had originally planned, but meh, I just don't know yet. So until then, I guess you're just going to have to keep your fingers crossed.
Anywho, on to the fic!
Jack knocked on the bathroom door. "Sam, supper is ready." When he received no response, he opened the door a crack. "Sam?" The sight before him made him smile.
He walked in to the bathroom slowly, careful not to disturb the sleeping blond. Her head leaned back on the edge of the tub, a look a pure bliss on her face. She had pinned back her shoulder length hair, a few stray strands falling gracefully from their bonds. Candles covered the counters and windowsills, giving a soft glow across the room. Most had burned down to wax puddles. He would clean up the mess later.
He made his way over to the tub, grabbing a stool and sat it down next to his wife. He crossed his arms and rested them on the edge of the tub. The once plentiful bubbles had become nothing but suds. He couldn't help but gaze at her. He took in her body with his eyes, memorizing every curve. God, she's beautiful, he thought to himself.
"Sam," he breathed softly as he brushed the stray strands of gold out of her face. Her eyes fluttered at the touch of his fingertips as they grazed her skin. His smile broadened as she sighed in her sleep. She could be so cute sometimes.
He cupped her cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb against her jaw line. A small smile appeared on her face. He leaned in a placed a soft kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, her beautiful blue eyes stared back into his brown ones.
"Hey," he whispered.
"Hey," she smiled back. "How long have I been out?"
"Awhile," he answered as he rubbed her shoulder affectionately. He was lost within the deep pools of her eyes. The blue was mesmerizing and captivating. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, afraid that he would lose her again. Her eyes were the only things that assured him that she was there, that this wasn't a dream. They spoke to him on a whole different level, telling him what she could not say out loud.
The spell was broken as she closed her eyes slowly, her beautiful blues disappearing from sight. Jack blinked his eyes a few times, coming back to his senses. His mind wandered back to his reason for coming into the bathroom. "Supper is ready."
Sam nodded slowly. Her neck was really stiff. "What about Katy?"
"She's with Janet and Cassie tonight. Figured we could have our own little special dinner."
She smiled at his romantic plans. "What else you got planned?"
Jack absentmindedly picked up a washcloth and started to run it over her shoulders. "I figure after we eat, we can cuddle on the couch, watching those sappy movies that you love so much. Maybe even a little dancing on the deck, under the stars."
"Dancing? Really?" A playful tone echoed in her reply.
Jack frowned. "Yes, dancing. But let me warn you, I'm a terrible dancer."
"Really?" she giggled.
Sam sat up slowly, her aching body protesting. She reached her arms up to take her clip out of her hair but Jack reached it first. He pulled it out slowly, his fingers raking through her hair.
"I think I could get use to this," she teased.
He just grinned silently as he reached for a bin full of shampoo and other bathing necessities. "Just lean back and relax, would ya?"
She did as she was told, closing her eyes. He wet down her hair, careful not to get any water in her eyes. He looked through the bin, trying to decide what shampoo to use. There were so many different fragrances. "What would you prefer? Lavender or apple?"
Another laughed escaped her. He was being way too affectionate tonight. But it's sweet, she thought to herself. "Whatever you like."
He smiled and picked up the apple smelling shampoo. That scent always reminded him of her. She used to use that shampoo all of the time. He loved to breathe it in. He poured a small amount into his hand and started to work it into her hair. He was gentle, trying not to jar her head around too much.
"How you feeling today?"
The question caught her off guard. It had been a couple of months since they had used the memory recall device on her, but most of her memories were still absent. Pictures often flashed into her mind, like lightening, but they quickly disappeared just as fast as they had appeared.
"Sam?"
Jack's voice was full of concern. His hands had stopped to rest on her shoulder. She hadn't realized that she had spaced out.
"I'm okay, she smiled back at him. "Just a little frustrated at times. Had a few more flashes that I can't figure out."
"Close your eyes," he whispered as he gently poured a pitcher of water over her head to wash out the soap. He set the pitcher down and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them gently.
"It's okay, Sam. I know you'll figure out. You always do, it's just going to take some a little longer this time. Just don't forget that I love you and Katy loves you too, no matter what, okay?" he finished as wrapped his arms around her.
She leaned her head back into the nape of his neck, closing her eyes. "I want to remember, Jack. I want to know what they did to me, but more importantly, I want to know if I told them anything. I keep questioning myself. For awhile, I couldn't tell their dream world from reality. God, there were so many times that I could remember just wanting to see you just one more time…"
Her eyes grew wide at her statement. "Oh my god! Jack! I'm remembering!"
He couldn't help but laugh at her little outburst. "See, I told you all you needed was a little time. Just don't try so hard and they'll come back in their own time." She closed her eyes as a small smile spread across her face. "You want to get out of the tub?" he asked.
As a reply, Sam slipped out of his grasp and beneath the water. She didn't want to get out of the tub. She was comfortable and it had been a long time since she had been pampered. A few more minutes in the water wouldn't hurt.
She could hear Jack's chuckle as she resurfaced. "Are we done yet?" A smile still adorned his face.
"Nope," she grinned back as she flicked water at him. It splashed across his face, causing him to close his eyes. He slowly wiped away the water, his playful smile replaced by mock anger.
"Was that really necessary?"
A little laugh escaped her throat as she shrugged her shoulders. "I think it was worth it."
A menacing grin crossed Jack's face. "Pretty bold move for being in a tub..." He let the sentence hang as he stood up slowly.
"Jack, what do you think you're doing?"
Sam started to sit up slowly. She searched the room in vain for an escape but no matter where she could go, she would not get away from Jack.
She grabbed a towel and started to rise out of the water, keeping her eyes the man before her. "Jack..." The uncertainty in her voice was apparent. She had no clue what he was going to do next.
His eyes scanned over her body quickly, his playful grin growing bigger by the moment. He rolled up his sleeves of his plaid, button-up shirt, preparing for battle. There was no way she was going to get away from him.
"Gotcha!" Jack lunged at the blond, grabbing hold of her waist. She screamed in surprise, hitting him over the head.
"Jonathon O'Neill! Put me down!"
He ignored her demands and continued to pick her up out of the tub. She tried to struggle out of his grasp but she spent more effort at keeping her towel around her body. He laughed at her antics. "You're not getting away from me this time! You shall pay for your crime!"
"Jack!"
He started to laugh harder as she continued to hit him over his head. He swung her over his shoulders, carrying her in a sack-a-potato fashion. She let out a scream in frustration as she tried to break away from his grasp. He walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to their bedroom. He was really glad that Janet had offered to take Katy for the night.
Jack opened up the door to their room and made his way over to the bed. The playful grin never left his face. His wife was still struggling to get out of his grasp. "Jack!" She had now resorted to pounding her fists onto his back. It hurt like hell but it would all be worth it in the end.
He threw Sam down onto the bed, her towel barely concealing her as she hit the blankets. Before she had a chance to get up and run away, he was on top of her. He sat on her waist, effectively pinning her with his weight. He grabbed hold of her wrist and held them above her head.
"Do you surrender?"
She continued to struggle but to no avail. "Get off!"
"Do you surrender?" he repeated, his eyes shining with mischief.
Sam tried one, final time to squirm out from beneath him before her body became still beneath him. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath. She closed her eyes in defeat and smiled. "I surrender."
He smiled. "Good. Now I can do this."
Jack lowered his lips to hers, gently kissing her. The kiss deepened, his hold on her wrist lessened. He pulled away to come face to face with her beautiful blues. He stared into her eyes. They shined with bliss but at the same time grew dark with desire. She smiled at him and leaned up and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"What about dinner?" he asked sheepishly
"It can wait," came the playful reply.