SG-1 Fic: Illumination
Okay guys, this is it. No more burying little baby proto plot-Goa'ulds in my brain to sit there and stew in the background and then suddenly demand to be written. At least not until I finish the half-written long, plotty gen stories languishing on my hard drive.
Title: Illumination
Author: abyssinia4077
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack/Daniel
Rating/Warning: NC-17, OT3, pegging. Season 7-ish
Disclaimer: Stargate and its characters are not owned by me. I get nothing out of playing in their sandbox beyond a bit of fun. Fic contains material not suitable for minors.
Word Count: 2685
Author's Note: Vaguely a sequel to Universal Gravitation (which you don't need to read first) which itself is a prequel to The Man which was inspired by surreallis's Date. While surreallis and rydra_wong are still not innocent in my corruption, most of the blame here goes to ivorygates for inspiring the idea of Sam making something glow.
Huge thanks to beanpot and shutthef_up for the wonderful beta work!
Summary: "Maybe Sam can make you a glowy one" or reconnecting after Ascension or how to pay back debts that have no price or fitting into your own skin or...Daniel Jackson thinks in long sentences.
Daniel isn't sure how he ended up here. There was Chinese take-out from Sam, a little beer from Jack, and then that wordless communication the Air Force trained them in and somehow he's naked on his stomach in Sam's bed. The seams of Sam's jeans rub where she straddles him, letting her hands work up and down the planes of his lower back, skipping passed the vertebrae. Jack sits above his head, knees bent in a way Daniel knows he can't hold for long, and deftly works around the muscles in his shoulders, flannel sleeves caressing Daniel's upper arms as he moves.
Sam's hands are strong (soldier) and deft (scientist, tinkerer) and she zeroes in on the tight spots with unrelenting accuracy. Within ten minutes Daniel is pretty sure he's never going to move again. Each time Sam finishes a knot, Jack finds one - the spot above his right shoulder blade that always tenses if he curls over a book too long or the area on his left collarbone he strained training with Teal'c - and if his movements are harder, more staccato than Sam's, they're no less effective.
His skin burns beneath their fingertips, nerve endings jumping and sparking as they trace every inch, trying to prove to themselves (or to him) that he is real. Enough months have passed that he thinks he has all his memories back, or at least all the ones he's going to get, and he knows the ghosts of scars that should be but aren't, all the places he's hyperaware of their fingers not catching. He doesn't think they did this before, but now there are days he isn't sure how real this body is, how close he might be to splitting apart and spinning off into pure energy. They ground him, their presence keeping him here and their touch keeping him solid.
Jack shifts to the side, stretching out his legs as Sam pushes her palms in one slow slide from the small of Daniel's back to the base of his neck. There's movement and shifting and rustling above him and he tries to pay attention, considers squirming with the way Sam's weight shifts, but her lips are on his neck in a line of nips from shoulder to ear. In an instant the whole room has changed, and not just because Jack turned off the lights. When Sam lays down on top of him, it's all skin touching skin and she wraps her arms under his armpits, leaning around to kiss him.
Sam's lips are soft and vaguely sweet and Daniel lets her control this, parting his mouth when her tongue snakes out to tease him, letting his senses focus solely on her - palms cupping his shoulders and warm mouth on his. It's a shock when something strokes across his balls. Sam never weighed all that much and Daniel has more mass than he used to, and she's barely enough to keep him from bucking when Jack explores further. Daniel can't do much of anything but breathe as Sam gives him a throaty laugh before her teeth close, gently, on his earlobe and Jack's fingers encourage his cock to harden against the sheets.
In a rush of movement Sam rolls off him and Daniel tilts toward the dip her knees make in the mattress, unable to resist the miniature gravity well. When she leaves the bed completely he rolls back to Jack, whose finger is now cold and slick and Sam's weight isn't there to hold him down when it carefully slips just inside him.
When Jack has two fingers worked in and Daniel's hips can't decide between forcing upward in a bid for more pressure or downward to find friction in the sheets, Sam says his name, softly, from the side. Daniel turns his head to see her standing, one knee on the bed, with the harness around her hips and something glowing gently inside her hand. He recognizes it from weeks ago.
~o~
Daniel woke next to Jack, momentarily disoriented until he realized Sam was missing. On his way to her kitchen he noticed the door to the basement cracked open and light coming up the stairs.
"Sam?" he asked, after padding to the bottom and wincing at cold concrete on bare feet. "What are you doing?"
She jumped a bit before reaching her arms around to cover whatever she had on her workbench. "Just a minute."
Daniel wandered over to her dartboard, grabbing a few darts and stepping back to throw them with aim as bad as when Jack had tried to teach him. "This project couldn't wait until morning?"
Sam reached for a screwdriver. "I had an idea," she explained quietly, tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she tightened a screw. "There." She held up something that was glowing and...very phallic.
"Is that what I think it is?" he asked, walking over to stare. It looked a lot like the strap-on Sam had used on Jack, right down to a base that could screw into her harness, made from some milky translucent material.
"Jack said I should get a special one for you," she said. "And when I saw they made ones that glowed, well, it seemed appropriate. But they didn't make them to fit, so I bought this instead. It was pretty easy to stick some LEDs in - they'll glow brightly without creating much heat, so I just had to fit a watch battery in the base here - and then I had to make sure it was waterproof."
"Waterproof?"
"Easier to clean." she shrugged, standing up and slipping it into the pocket of her robe. He followed her up the stairs, unable to tear his eyes from her glowing pocket.
~o~
"Are you okay with this?" Sam asks, eyes serious, as Jack's fingers rest inside him and Daniel wants to groan, to beg one of them to do something, anything, to tell them they can do whatever the fucking hell they want to him. Because they've earned the right.
"Jack?" he asks instead, feeling Jack's weight shift in surprise. He isn't sure if he's asking Jack (who received this first) if Sam is capable of doing this or if he's asking if Jack is okay with Sam doing this to him or if he just needs reassurance that they're equal players in whatever happens next.
"It's up to you Daniel," Jack tells him, pulling his fingers out and rolling to the side of the bed away from Sam. His clean hand snakes out to rest on Daniel's head, nails scratching gently through the hair and Daniel can't resist leaning into the touch. Something in Jack's voice makes him think he owes them something, even if this isn't exactly that something, but he belongs to them now and if Sam wants this...
"Do it," he says, surprised by the desperation in his voice. When Sam hesitates he reaches out to grab her arm and pull her until she can't avoid landing on him. The glowing plastic digs into his hip but he ignores it to run a hand down her side and slide a finger under the straps, wiggling through the hair until he finds her clit. It's a bad angle and he can't get much pressure, but she only gives him a few seconds before pulling back.
He shoves a pillow under his hips, resting his head on his arms and locking eyes with Jack, who is settling against the headboard, preparing to watch. Jack is tactile, probably more than either he or Sam, and he's much more a do-er than an observer, has none of the patience for study they've picked up in their respective fields. But sometimes all he wants to do is sit back and watch and Daniel doesn't ask if it's because his bones are feeling old or if he's feeling too overwhelmed, just lets him take what he needs.
Sam's fingers continue where Jack's left off and within a few minutes Daniel's hands are locked around his elbows, forehead on his forearms, and hips high in the air as Sam slowly pushes inside. It's nothing like when Jack fucks him, harder and less giving but with a smoother slide and Sam can't feel for the right angle the same way, doesn't have the same plumbing to even know what the right angle is, but Daniel can tilt his hips just right and he swears that if Sam moves any slower he's going to spontaneously combust.
Without warning he thrusts his hips back, shoving her all the way in and stifling the groan as the tip drags across his prostate. Impatiently, he pulls and pushes until she reaches out a hand, lays it between his shoulder blades, and leans over to whisper in his ear. She wants him to calm down, to slow, to let her make sure she doesn't hurt him and he doesn't have the words to tell her that he doesn't dare because he's spinning out of control and the only thing grounding him is that bit of connection. Part of him wonders what it looks like. Is his flesh thin, nonexistent, enough for the glow to come through like holding a flashlight up to your hand or those kids' Halloween parties when you put one in your mouth so your cheeks glow red? Part of him wants to ask if maybe next time they can tie him down, make sure he can't fall away. And maybe Jack can sense it because he reaches out a hand and grips Daniel's bicep, giving him a focal point to lock onto.
But he has no words and all he can do is push back against her and bite down on his wrist when she shoves back and reaches around to stroke his cock back to full hardness. He arches his back until she's pushed up against him, desperate to touch as much skin as he can.
He can hear Jack's voice to his right, words his brain is refusing to process, but he must have seen something in Daniel's face because Sam leans forward, wrapping one arm around his chest and tightening the grip on his shaft, pulling and twisting while she pistons her hips, driving him forward into the arm locked around him. It's good and what he needs and so different from Jack because none of this is for her pleasure or how it feels, but only how it makes him feel. Yet he knows that somehow none of this is actually about him but is instead about what Sam needs from him because he left them and there are debts none of them will ever be able to explain, much less pay.
The build-up is so intense, ending with long seconds where he's sure this must be what Ascending felt like - exploding into energy in every direction and he almost yells for her to stop, because he's going to leave them again - that the actual orgasm is an afterthought - short breaths and spasming in Sam's grip and eyes screwed shut and Sam keeps relentlessly driving into him, forcing something out he didn't know he was holding onto.
When he stills and breathes again and opens his eyes, she's still inside of him, holding onto his hips, and she guides him down to a slow collapse. He couldn't care less about the damp spot he lands in.
With a groan he turns over to look at her, still straddling his hips, naked except for the harness, and pupils blown wide. "Sam?" he says, reaching out, finding a thigh, and stroking it gently. "I'm sorry." The hoarse whisper is so soft she doesn't hear it and he shakes his head before she can ask him to repeat it. He grabs her hips and pulls until he can reach the buckles, quickly removing the harness and twisting to throw the entire apparatus on the floor.
When he turns back she's already leaning over him and he manages to get a hand on each breast, dragging the backs of his fingernails under them before letting his thumbs spiral in, and then she's kissing him like it's her last chance. He's so lost in the way she smells and tastes that he doesn't notice Jack move until Sam freezes and damn near sucks the air out of his lungs. He reaches around to hold her down and looks just over Sam's shoulder to where Jack's hand gently rests above her pelvis - dark against milky skin - holding her spread out and exposed across Daniel's legs. Jack's head is nowhere to be seen but from the way Sam's hips are twitching, it's not hard to guess what has him occupied.
Sam lets them hold her for a minute before rearing up and shaking her head, reaching back to pull Jack toward her. This time when she leans over Daniel she's far enough forward he can get his mouth on a breast. While Daniel sucks gently, Sam's head tips back as Jack pushes inside her, and they start to rock on top of him, Sam taut between them. He drops his head down and watches them, stroking his hands up and down Sam's side, tips of his fingers just grazing Jack's skin. Jack's head is down, face pressed against her shoulder and whether he's kissing, biting, nuzzling or just resting it there, Daniel can feel his own shoulder tingle with the memory of stubble and chapped lips. Sam's eyes are closed, even breaths coming out of a mouth twisted into the tiniest reflection of a smile. It should be too much, too exposed, too confined - trapped across Daniel like she is, with Jack's weight pressing her down, but instead she looks almost relaxed and Daniel thinks he can understand the appeal.
Jack picks up the tempo, lifts his head, and opens his eyes, locking on Daniel and nodding once before burying his face in Sam's hair. Daniel squeezes his hand down until he can reach between Sam's legs, to the point where Jack is moving into her before pulling back to make a fist for Sam to have knuckles to push against, giving her the friction she needs. His other hand finds the sensitive skin on the outside of her breast, where she's ticklish unless she's as close as she is now. Daniel watches their faces, first Sam and then Jack, contractions of muscles followed by sudden relaxation, an instant of nakedness neither one of them displays often. After a frozen moment Jack rolls off onto his back next to Daniel and Sam collapses in a boneless heap on top of him.
Daniel runs his fingers up and down Sam's spine, dragging the beads of sweat together, occasionally bumping into the hand Jack has resting on her back. "Did it give you what you needed?" he asks quietly.
Sam tenses, then pushes up to look him in the eye. "I think I'm the one who's supposed to ask whether it was good for you," she tells him, rolling over to flop in an undignified sprawl between him and Jack.
Both of their hands are touching him, like they can't quite let go, and he stares at the shadows on Sam's ceiling. Daniel has lots of answers, about it being good to be back and good to be solid and he wants to say he missed them, only he doesn't actually remember if he did or not. There's still something Sam is never going to tell him and something Jack very carefully does not want to talk about. And while they all answer the questions Sam isn't asking, the answer to her spoken question is too obvious to rate a response.
Instead he rolls over, reaching out to smooth her bangs off her forehead and run his thumb along the curve of her ear before meeting Jack's hand across her hip. He can never promise to not leave them again, but he'll give them what he can as long as he can. It has to be enough.
Title: Illumination
Author: abyssinia4077
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack/Daniel
Rating/Warning: NC-17, OT3, pegging. Season 7-ish
Disclaimer: Stargate and its characters are not owned by me. I get nothing out of playing in their sandbox beyond a bit of fun. Fic contains material not suitable for minors.
Word Count: 2685
Author's Note: Vaguely a sequel to Universal Gravitation (which you don't need to read first) which itself is a prequel to The Man which was inspired by surreallis's Date. While surreallis and rydra_wong are still not innocent in my corruption, most of the blame here goes to ivorygates for inspiring the idea of Sam making something glow.
Huge thanks to beanpot and shutthef_up for the wonderful beta work!
Summary: "Maybe Sam can make you a glowy one" or reconnecting after Ascension or how to pay back debts that have no price or fitting into your own skin or...Daniel Jackson thinks in long sentences.
Daniel isn't sure how he ended up here. There was Chinese take-out from Sam, a little beer from Jack, and then that wordless communication the Air Force trained them in and somehow he's naked on his stomach in Sam's bed. The seams of Sam's jeans rub where she straddles him, letting her hands work up and down the planes of his lower back, skipping passed the vertebrae. Jack sits above his head, knees bent in a way Daniel knows he can't hold for long, and deftly works around the muscles in his shoulders, flannel sleeves caressing Daniel's upper arms as he moves.
Sam's hands are strong (soldier) and deft (scientist, tinkerer) and she zeroes in on the tight spots with unrelenting accuracy. Within ten minutes Daniel is pretty sure he's never going to move again. Each time Sam finishes a knot, Jack finds one - the spot above his right shoulder blade that always tenses if he curls over a book too long or the area on his left collarbone he strained training with Teal'c - and if his movements are harder, more staccato than Sam's, they're no less effective.
His skin burns beneath their fingertips, nerve endings jumping and sparking as they trace every inch, trying to prove to themselves (or to him) that he is real. Enough months have passed that he thinks he has all his memories back, or at least all the ones he's going to get, and he knows the ghosts of scars that should be but aren't, all the places he's hyperaware of their fingers not catching. He doesn't think they did this before, but now there are days he isn't sure how real this body is, how close he might be to splitting apart and spinning off into pure energy. They ground him, their presence keeping him here and their touch keeping him solid.
Jack shifts to the side, stretching out his legs as Sam pushes her palms in one slow slide from the small of Daniel's back to the base of his neck. There's movement and shifting and rustling above him and he tries to pay attention, considers squirming with the way Sam's weight shifts, but her lips are on his neck in a line of nips from shoulder to ear. In an instant the whole room has changed, and not just because Jack turned off the lights. When Sam lays down on top of him, it's all skin touching skin and she wraps her arms under his armpits, leaning around to kiss him.
Sam's lips are soft and vaguely sweet and Daniel lets her control this, parting his mouth when her tongue snakes out to tease him, letting his senses focus solely on her - palms cupping his shoulders and warm mouth on his. It's a shock when something strokes across his balls. Sam never weighed all that much and Daniel has more mass than he used to, and she's barely enough to keep him from bucking when Jack explores further. Daniel can't do much of anything but breathe as Sam gives him a throaty laugh before her teeth close, gently, on his earlobe and Jack's fingers encourage his cock to harden against the sheets.
In a rush of movement Sam rolls off him and Daniel tilts toward the dip her knees make in the mattress, unable to resist the miniature gravity well. When she leaves the bed completely he rolls back to Jack, whose finger is now cold and slick and Sam's weight isn't there to hold him down when it carefully slips just inside him.
When Jack has two fingers worked in and Daniel's hips can't decide between forcing upward in a bid for more pressure or downward to find friction in the sheets, Sam says his name, softly, from the side. Daniel turns his head to see her standing, one knee on the bed, with the harness around her hips and something glowing gently inside her hand. He recognizes it from weeks ago.
~o~
Daniel woke next to Jack, momentarily disoriented until he realized Sam was missing. On his way to her kitchen he noticed the door to the basement cracked open and light coming up the stairs.
"Sam?" he asked, after padding to the bottom and wincing at cold concrete on bare feet. "What are you doing?"
She jumped a bit before reaching her arms around to cover whatever she had on her workbench. "Just a minute."
Daniel wandered over to her dartboard, grabbing a few darts and stepping back to throw them with aim as bad as when Jack had tried to teach him. "This project couldn't wait until morning?"
Sam reached for a screwdriver. "I had an idea," she explained quietly, tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she tightened a screw. "There." She held up something that was glowing and...very phallic.
"Is that what I think it is?" he asked, walking over to stare. It looked a lot like the strap-on Sam had used on Jack, right down to a base that could screw into her harness, made from some milky translucent material.
"Jack said I should get a special one for you," she said. "And when I saw they made ones that glowed, well, it seemed appropriate. But they didn't make them to fit, so I bought this instead. It was pretty easy to stick some LEDs in - they'll glow brightly without creating much heat, so I just had to fit a watch battery in the base here - and then I had to make sure it was waterproof."
"Waterproof?"
"Easier to clean." she shrugged, standing up and slipping it into the pocket of her robe. He followed her up the stairs, unable to tear his eyes from her glowing pocket.
~o~
"Are you okay with this?" Sam asks, eyes serious, as Jack's fingers rest inside him and Daniel wants to groan, to beg one of them to do something, anything, to tell them they can do whatever the fucking hell they want to him. Because they've earned the right.
"Jack?" he asks instead, feeling Jack's weight shift in surprise. He isn't sure if he's asking Jack (who received this first) if Sam is capable of doing this or if he's asking if Jack is okay with Sam doing this to him or if he just needs reassurance that they're equal players in whatever happens next.
"It's up to you Daniel," Jack tells him, pulling his fingers out and rolling to the side of the bed away from Sam. His clean hand snakes out to rest on Daniel's head, nails scratching gently through the hair and Daniel can't resist leaning into the touch. Something in Jack's voice makes him think he owes them something, even if this isn't exactly that something, but he belongs to them now and if Sam wants this...
"Do it," he says, surprised by the desperation in his voice. When Sam hesitates he reaches out to grab her arm and pull her until she can't avoid landing on him. The glowing plastic digs into his hip but he ignores it to run a hand down her side and slide a finger under the straps, wiggling through the hair until he finds her clit. It's a bad angle and he can't get much pressure, but she only gives him a few seconds before pulling back.
He shoves a pillow under his hips, resting his head on his arms and locking eyes with Jack, who is settling against the headboard, preparing to watch. Jack is tactile, probably more than either he or Sam, and he's much more a do-er than an observer, has none of the patience for study they've picked up in their respective fields. But sometimes all he wants to do is sit back and watch and Daniel doesn't ask if it's because his bones are feeling old or if he's feeling too overwhelmed, just lets him take what he needs.
Sam's fingers continue where Jack's left off and within a few minutes Daniel's hands are locked around his elbows, forehead on his forearms, and hips high in the air as Sam slowly pushes inside. It's nothing like when Jack fucks him, harder and less giving but with a smoother slide and Sam can't feel for the right angle the same way, doesn't have the same plumbing to even know what the right angle is, but Daniel can tilt his hips just right and he swears that if Sam moves any slower he's going to spontaneously combust.
Without warning he thrusts his hips back, shoving her all the way in and stifling the groan as the tip drags across his prostate. Impatiently, he pulls and pushes until she reaches out a hand, lays it between his shoulder blades, and leans over to whisper in his ear. She wants him to calm down, to slow, to let her make sure she doesn't hurt him and he doesn't have the words to tell her that he doesn't dare because he's spinning out of control and the only thing grounding him is that bit of connection. Part of him wonders what it looks like. Is his flesh thin, nonexistent, enough for the glow to come through like holding a flashlight up to your hand or those kids' Halloween parties when you put one in your mouth so your cheeks glow red? Part of him wants to ask if maybe next time they can tie him down, make sure he can't fall away. And maybe Jack can sense it because he reaches out a hand and grips Daniel's bicep, giving him a focal point to lock onto.
But he has no words and all he can do is push back against her and bite down on his wrist when she shoves back and reaches around to stroke his cock back to full hardness. He arches his back until she's pushed up against him, desperate to touch as much skin as he can.
He can hear Jack's voice to his right, words his brain is refusing to process, but he must have seen something in Daniel's face because Sam leans forward, wrapping one arm around his chest and tightening the grip on his shaft, pulling and twisting while she pistons her hips, driving him forward into the arm locked around him. It's good and what he needs and so different from Jack because none of this is for her pleasure or how it feels, but only how it makes him feel. Yet he knows that somehow none of this is actually about him but is instead about what Sam needs from him because he left them and there are debts none of them will ever be able to explain, much less pay.
The build-up is so intense, ending with long seconds where he's sure this must be what Ascending felt like - exploding into energy in every direction and he almost yells for her to stop, because he's going to leave them again - that the actual orgasm is an afterthought - short breaths and spasming in Sam's grip and eyes screwed shut and Sam keeps relentlessly driving into him, forcing something out he didn't know he was holding onto.
When he stills and breathes again and opens his eyes, she's still inside of him, holding onto his hips, and she guides him down to a slow collapse. He couldn't care less about the damp spot he lands in.
With a groan he turns over to look at her, still straddling his hips, naked except for the harness, and pupils blown wide. "Sam?" he says, reaching out, finding a thigh, and stroking it gently. "I'm sorry." The hoarse whisper is so soft she doesn't hear it and he shakes his head before she can ask him to repeat it. He grabs her hips and pulls until he can reach the buckles, quickly removing the harness and twisting to throw the entire apparatus on the floor.
When he turns back she's already leaning over him and he manages to get a hand on each breast, dragging the backs of his fingernails under them before letting his thumbs spiral in, and then she's kissing him like it's her last chance. He's so lost in the way she smells and tastes that he doesn't notice Jack move until Sam freezes and damn near sucks the air out of his lungs. He reaches around to hold her down and looks just over Sam's shoulder to where Jack's hand gently rests above her pelvis - dark against milky skin - holding her spread out and exposed across Daniel's legs. Jack's head is nowhere to be seen but from the way Sam's hips are twitching, it's not hard to guess what has him occupied.
Sam lets them hold her for a minute before rearing up and shaking her head, reaching back to pull Jack toward her. This time when she leans over Daniel she's far enough forward he can get his mouth on a breast. While Daniel sucks gently, Sam's head tips back as Jack pushes inside her, and they start to rock on top of him, Sam taut between them. He drops his head down and watches them, stroking his hands up and down Sam's side, tips of his fingers just grazing Jack's skin. Jack's head is down, face pressed against her shoulder and whether he's kissing, biting, nuzzling or just resting it there, Daniel can feel his own shoulder tingle with the memory of stubble and chapped lips. Sam's eyes are closed, even breaths coming out of a mouth twisted into the tiniest reflection of a smile. It should be too much, too exposed, too confined - trapped across Daniel like she is, with Jack's weight pressing her down, but instead she looks almost relaxed and Daniel thinks he can understand the appeal.
Jack picks up the tempo, lifts his head, and opens his eyes, locking on Daniel and nodding once before burying his face in Sam's hair. Daniel squeezes his hand down until he can reach between Sam's legs, to the point where Jack is moving into her before pulling back to make a fist for Sam to have knuckles to push against, giving her the friction she needs. His other hand finds the sensitive skin on the outside of her breast, where she's ticklish unless she's as close as she is now. Daniel watches their faces, first Sam and then Jack, contractions of muscles followed by sudden relaxation, an instant of nakedness neither one of them displays often. After a frozen moment Jack rolls off onto his back next to Daniel and Sam collapses in a boneless heap on top of him.
Daniel runs his fingers up and down Sam's spine, dragging the beads of sweat together, occasionally bumping into the hand Jack has resting on her back. "Did it give you what you needed?" he asks quietly.
Sam tenses, then pushes up to look him in the eye. "I think I'm the one who's supposed to ask whether it was good for you," she tells him, rolling over to flop in an undignified sprawl between him and Jack.
Both of their hands are touching him, like they can't quite let go, and he stares at the shadows on Sam's ceiling. Daniel has lots of answers, about it being good to be back and good to be solid and he wants to say he missed them, only he doesn't actually remember if he did or not. There's still something Sam is never going to tell him and something Jack very carefully does not want to talk about. And while they all answer the questions Sam isn't asking, the answer to her spoken question is too obvious to rate a response.
Instead he rolls over, reaching out to smooth her bangs off her forehead and run his thumb along the curve of her ear before meeting Jack's hand across her hip. He can never promise to not leave them again, but he'll give them what he can as long as he can. It has to be enough.