Jack's room, the apartment in Rome: Late Sunday night

[anextimeagent]

Jack had actually fallen asleep, despite his best intentions, tangled in the (clean) sheets, most of them not on him.

He'd meant to stay awake, in the hopes that there'd be a late night visit from Sam, but, alas, it wasn't to be. The staying awake, that is; the late night visit hadn't yet been decided.

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[carter_i_am]

Well, maybe it was, just a little later than she'd meant it to be. Sam crept into the room, but still having the presence of mind to whisper, "Jack?" while she was still ten feet away from the bed.

[anextimeagent]

It was a good thing she had, and Jack woke up slowly. He stirred, stretched, and rolled onto his back, one arm behind his head. "Sam," he said, voice husky with sleep. "I was hoping to find you here."

[carter_i_am]

"It was my turn," she told him, crawling onto the bed and leaning over him, enjoying the new sensation of her hair falling in a curtain until it brushed his shoulders. "Also, if I had to wait another night, I was tying Cedric to the bed and not telling you."

[anextimeagent]

"Now that's just teasing." He shivered at the touch of her hair and brushed his hand across it, winding a bit around his finger. "So's this."