Aunt Mary. His father’s little sister. A nice long smack right on the corner of her smiling mouth. She’s always been a constant in his life, and he makes it a point to be a constant in hers.

Carter. Sam. Yeah, she’s had a few herself, and her giggle is entrancing. Jack could almost giggle himself, because he hasn’t felt this sense of freedom in decades. He strokes her cheek afterwards and they smile into each other’s eyes.

He nearly kissed Teal’c, but the look in Mitchell’s eyes told him ‘Hands off. Sir.’ So he kissed Mitchell instead, and discovered where all the hummus had been disappearing to.

Vala Mal Doran. He couldn’t have avoided it if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to. He’s pretty sure it isn’t French kissing if one of the parties comes from a planet without a France, but she’s damn good at it whatever you want to call it. The catcalls in the background just egg her on. Well, both of them, really. But he makes a mental note to get her alone for a few minutes.

Walter Harriman. Best PA a general ever had, no offense to Davis, and he looks like he expects it.

He’ll kiss Daniel later.