First ever S/J fic, just a tiny drabble written for the S/J Ship Day over at GateWorld.

He loved her in those red satin pajamas.

He admired her in those tiny cotton shorts on hot summer nights and he desired her in that lacy piece she had gotten for their wedding night.

But they weren't quite the same.

Warming by the fire in the dead of winter in Minnesota, drinking hot cocoa and laughing about their lives.

The smooth, silky feel of her settling into his arms before falling into a peaceful slumber.

The comfort of her open arms and gentle words offering him strength after an exceptionally bad day with the higher-ups.

These were the memories he cherished of her in her red satin pajamas. Out of military uniform, air force attire, even casual wear. This part of her life was shared with only one other: himself.

Did he consider himself lucky? Yes. Did he ever wake up afraid that it was all a dream, too good to be true? Definitely.

But he'd always find her there, by his side, clad in those red satin pajamas. Everything, beautifully and poetically, in its right place. He wouldn't be happy any other way.

Wonderful Sam. Only a fool would ask for more.