This chapter is inspired by a story I read a few weeks back … It was fantastic … Credit goes where it is deserved xxxx

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"You know … I've never slept with a General before"

Sam laughed, half way through the door leading into their bedroom. She looked over her shoulder, smiling when she saw where his gaze was fixed.

"Well I have … and it was quite enjoyable"

"You're spending too much time with Teal'c"

She kicked off her shoes, the shiny pieces of leather sliding under the bed before she sat down to pull off her stockings.

"Well seeing as you stopped working out with me after your last knee replacement I had to use someone … I can't do those stretches by myself"

Ignoring his glare she folded the stockings and placed them on the bed next to her. She stood to un-zip her skirt but stopped when his hand covered hers.

"Let me"

Smiling she removed her hand and let him lower the zip, feeling the skirt give with each tug. When her legs were finally free she stretched, her knees clicking.

"Sounds like I'm not the only one with knee problems"

Turning her head around to look at him, she glared before turning her body and pushing his back against the bed.

"Mine may click, but at least they are both mine"

"Now General O'Neill … there is no need to get sassy"

Sam laughed, his choice of words hilarious.

"I love the sound of that … General O'Neill … it suits me I think"

He laughed this time, placing his hands on her waist, helping her balance on top of him.

"Well I don't mind sharing"

She smiled, her hands resting on his chest.

"I really think that you should lose some clothes, you are wearing far too many"

"Only if you keep the jacket on … I have always wanted to sleep with another General"

"Do I need to be talking to Hank … Is there something I should know?"

The next few minutes were spentremoving clothes, until she was left in only her jacket and he in his shorts.

"Seriously though … I'm glad you got to be the one who pinned on my stars"

"Well I couldn't let just anyone give you my old stars"

"I love that about you … you really are a romantic old fool"

She let her arms drop, falling against him and resting her head on his shoulder, one arm wrapped across his ribs.

They lay like that for a while, content to just hold one another.

"Sam"

"Yes Jack"

"You are not giggling"

He raised his head enough to see her shoulders shaking.

"Because you know what we agreed about giggling"

"Honestly it's only you I giggle around … I mean what good is Brigadier General who giggles at everything"

"Well I'm going to make it a rule that you are never to giggle ever again"

"But Jack … don't you want to know what started the giggles?"

He dropped his head back against the mattress, a smile sitting on his lips.

"I'm not sure I do actually"

"It was nothing harmful … really … I just had the funniest image of you presenting me my stars in you Simpsons boxers"

"I hardly find that funny"

"Well I thought it was quite hilarious actually … you know how much I love those shorts"

When she started giggling again he pulled himself up, forcing her to roll underneath him. He placed one hand beside her head, holding him up, and the other he placed on her cheek.

"I love you … I hope you remember that"

"I know"

"So when you die … I'm going to have giggler put on your headstone"

"Lovely Jack … just lovely"