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They sat alone in the dark room, and Jack watched the light of a single candle struggle to make a difference. He rubbed his hands over his arms. The place could use a little heat. He looked over at Carter, who, as far as Jack could tell, was staring at a big patch of nothing. "So?"

She tilted her chin toward him, looking slightly surprised, like she'd forgotten he was sitting next to her. "So, what?"

"Are you feeling... fertile?"

Carter ran her fingers through the heavy, fur blanket they were sitting on. Jack wondered idly what it had looked like when it was still alive. "You know," she said. "I think I am."

"Yeah. Me too."

"Really?"

Carter scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at the crotch of his BDU's. Jack's face felt warm. Actually, a lot more than his face felt warm. He shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in his his own skin. "No," he said. It was lie. He was certainly feeling something and fertile was as good a word for it as anything. Carter looked away and Jack ran his hands over his head. This never got any easier.

Carter plucked a strand of hair from the fur quilt and changed the subject. She did that a lot. "What do you think Daniel and Teal'c are doing?"

Jack hadn't thought about that. At all. But now he was and it was in no way pleasant. "I don't really want to think about that."

Carter grimaced and began unbuttoning her BDU shirt. Yeah. Jack definitely didn't want to be thinking about Daniel and Teal'c right now.

"Good point," said Carter.

Jack reached over and helped slide her t-shirt over her head. His hands eased back down her ribs and around to her back. Carter's bra clasp was no match for Jack and he removed it in one smooth motion. Sometimes age and experience beat the pants off of youth. Carter's skin was soft and warm. He leaned in and eased her onto her back. "Thanks. I have my moments."

"You really do." Carter closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. Jack would keep that image in his mind for weeks.

He left Carter on the bed and stood up to remove his own clothes. "Are you insulting me?"

Carter sat up to take off her boots and pants. Jack started taking his time with his clothes. He liked to watch Carter watch him. She stopped his hands when they got to his waist and tugged the ends of his belt. Jack stepped closer and Carter undid the buttons on his pants. Slowly and with a lot of extra groping. "No," she said as his pants slid to his knees. "I would never do that."

"You're not a very good liar, Carter." Jack kicked his pants off and shivered a little in the cool air. He pushed her back and put his hands on either side of her, digging his fingers into the thick fur.

"I'm really not," she said. Carter stilled suddenly and Jack could tell she was trying to work something out in her mind. She reached up and put a hand on his chest. "Wait," she said. "Isn't it my turn to be on top?"