"Seasons 7: The Hot Summer Sun" by Carol S Comer

Title: The Hot Summer Sun

Author: Carol S. Comer

Status: complete

Category: SJR

Spoilers: 100 Days, Shades of Grey

Season/Sequel info: 3rd Season subsequent to the events of Shades of Grey epilogue to the Seasons Series: "Through the Bitter, Bitter Cold," "The Coming of Spring," "All Things New," "An Early Summer Storm," "Waiting for the Summer" and "Coming Full Circle."

Rating: PG-13 (I think)

Content Warnings: Sex! (But not terribly graphic - darn)

Summary: Sam and Jack reconcile and things get a lot warmer.

Disclaimer: Don't own `em and I refuse to acknowledge the large corporate powers that do. Can't you see how out of touch with your fans you are? Let them kiss, for god's sake!

Author's Notes: All good endings deserve a smutty epilogue. Yeah, I know I said I was done, but so what? Ya wanna make somethin' of it?

THE HOT SUMMER SUN

"Are you mad?" He asked, sitting upright against the backboard and smoothing the covers down on the bed over his lap. She was standing in the doorway leaning pensively against the frame - not running away, but not getting any closer either.

"No," she answered after a thoughtful pause.

"Are you hurt?

"No," she said slowly, frowning and shaking her head in emphasis.

"Sad?"

"Uh uhn."

"Are you drunk?" He asked playfully, his eyebrows dancing.

"Nope." She responded smiling at him, stepping into the sacred expanse of his bedroom. "Not any more." She looked around at the room before her. Although she had been in his house before - and through his bedroom - it was the first time she had been IN his bedroom. It was masculine, yet tasteful and felt dangerously like home to her.

"Have you been infected by an alien virus?" She laughed spontaneously, her eyes glittering.

"Not that I'm aware of."

"So you're here on your own volition?" Jack asked in mock seriousness. "Not fueled by emotion, alcohol or under the influence of aliens?"

"Yep." Sam agreed.

"Cool," Jack barked and patted the mattress beside him. She laughed and took the last few remaining steps to his bed and sat shyly, cross-legged on the edge of it. Sam's eyes carried gentle amusement.

"How `bout them scars, fears, regulations and careers?" he asked, reminding her of earlier conversations they had.

"We'll work it out later," she said dismissively. Jack nodded, unconcerned, and pulled the covers back for her to join him. Sam crawled across the bed to snuggle up against him.

"I want this now and I wanted it then." Sam said referring to the last - and only - time they had been together. It had ended uncomfortably and Sam didn't have the chance to make things right between them before Jack was sent off on a black ops mission. "It just took a while accept that I'm not the `perfect' soldier." Sam snorted a derisive laugh.

"You are to me." Jack said kissing her on the forehead. It was his way of saying `all is forgiven.' "I would have waited forever." He assured her brushing a strand of hair off her forehead where his lips had just laid.

"It would never have taken me that long to decide." Sam said with conviction.

In fact, it hadn't taken long at all.

* * * * *

The four members - and friends - of SG1 had finally started doing things together again. It had taken awhile, but a kind of tenuous peace had been restored after the Tollana mission and its aftermath - hurt feelings had been assuaged and apologies given and graciously received. SG1 found that they were friends in the truest and deepest sense of the word.

What started out as a few drinks at a bar on Friday night, ended up being a weekend party at the Colonel's house including a barbeque, a hockey game and a late night of poker, not to mention the consistent alcohol intake.

Come Sunday afternoon Sam was pleasantly exhausted. She had fallen asleep while the guys were still debating the merits of chicken on the grill versus pizza delivery. Sam awoke to the twilight grey, laying on the couch with an afghan thrown across her legs.

The house was quiet. Sam looked outside and found her car alone in the driveway. `Daniel and Teal'c must have already returned to the base,' she thought. Sam considered simply leaving, but good manners required that she at least inform the colonel she was going.

Sam padded down the hall in search of the colonel and caught a glimpse of Jack laying on the bed in his boxers with his shirt off leaning back against the headboard with his arms behind his head watching a game quietly on the television.

Sam danced nervously in the hallway. She needed to go home, but she desperately wanted to stay. Several times she walked up to the doorway only to lose her nerve and step back into the shadows. The light of the television played across his bare chest and left her breathless.

After several false starts, Sam found herself standing in the doorway of Jack's bedroom. She finally cleared her throat, unable to pull words across the hard beat of her heart.

"Sam." Jack exclaimed in surprise as he glanced at his limited attire and scrambled under the covers. "You're up."

"Yeah, I was gonna go home," Sam said waving toward the living room, "and I came to say goodbye."

"Oh." Jack looked disappointed.

"But then I got back here and started thinking about what we had started after Edora." She said.

"Yeah?" Jack prompted her to continue.

"Yeah. And I thought maybe I would like to stay for a while."

"Stay?"

"Stay, and talk."

"Stay and talk?" Jack asked straightening the covers.

"For a start." Sam said shyly.

* * * * * * * *

Now she found herself wrapped in his arms. He slowly unbuttoned and then carefully peeled down the shoulders of her sweater and kissed the exposed flesh of her shoulder. Sam shivered with nervous energy and excitement. She ran her fingers playfully over his knee.

Her sweater dropped and Jack kissed lower down her spine until he reached the small of her back as Sam's top lay pooled on the bed around her. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and brushed the sweater to one side. Jack caught her wrist in his left hand and kissed the palm of her hand tenderly as he artfully removed her lace bra with a quick flip of his fingers. Sam gasped as fingertip met flesh.

He pulled her back against his exposed chest and reached around her waist. Jack drew soft circles across her belly as Sam fanned her fingers around the inside of his thighs. She closed her eyes against the swell of emotion as her reached for her and she burned like the hot, summer sun.

Finis.