Sam and Cameron's Place, Boulder, Colorado - Saturday Afternoon

[carter_i_am]

Sam didn't care that it was hot and humid and cloudy. She was going to mow her lawn and weed the back flower gardens around the house, and then she was going to grill herself a hot dog and have a cold beer from her back porch while she watched the sun set

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[cameronmitchell]

It was a lot warmer here than it had been in Antarctica and Cameron had his leather jacket slung over a shoulder when he made it up to the steps of the house. The sound of the mower made him change directions and he headed into the backyard.

He couldn't stop the grin and he had already been in a good mood, but it just got better. There was a definite bounce to his step as he dropped his jacket on the railing of the porch before he moved up behind Sam. Luckily, he was smart enough to remember the whole thing where sneaking up on ex-military like this was a bad, bad idea.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said, loud enough to carry over the noise of the mower (hopefully). He decided that was allowed to call her that after more than a month away.

[carter_i_am]

Sam didn't shriek. She'd been training again in preparation for the Atlantis trip (which was delayed again due to budget problems), so it was just as well Cameron hadn't sneaked up on her. She did whirl around at the sound, idling the mower and putting the break on.

A grin broke across her face. Who cared how she looked? He was back, and safe.

"Welcome back." She strode across the yard to kiss him hello.

[cameronmitchell]

He grinned back at her, taking in the shorts and sneakers and especially the hat. "Good to be back," he saved any comment he might have. There was an order to these things and kissing her went first.

A long kiss at that. One that said that he hadn't seen her for a month and he'd missed that whole kissing thing.

[carter_i_am]

Clearly, she'd gotten spoiled by having Cameron around and being able to kiss him whenever she wanted. That was the only reason she was currently wrapped around him like a vine and making a spectacle of herself as she welcomed him home properly.

Really. Only reason. Not at all because she'd missed him more than she'd expected to.