Before Coffee and Bagels, PG-13, Sam, Jules
Title: Before Coffee and Bagels
Author: el_d_champ
Pairing: Sam/Jules
Word count: 500
Prompt: #51 -- Pattern
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Between Heartbeats
Summary: Because it was practically mandatory for everyone to sleep in on Sundays.
Disclaimer: If I owned Flashpoint, then I wouldn’t be so obsessed writing Sam and Jules stories, because they would have still been together.
:: As always thanks to flashpoint_sru for the prompt.
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Unlike most days where Jules usually woke up before the alarm started going off, today the clock finally got the chance to do its job. Groaning, she slammed it off and buried her face deeper into the pillow, breathing in the familiar smell of jasmine and coffee. She noticed something different though; something new.
"My pillow smells like your cologne." She muttered, still not opening her eyes. Aside from the fact that she was still recovering from the shooting, it was also practically mandatory for everyone to sleep in on Sundays. She said so.
"Good morning to you too." Sam chuckled, leaning closer to drop a kiss on her shoulder.
"Mmmm."
The bed shifted when Sam scooted closer and propped himself on one arm. It was still surreal to him that she was actually there; in the flesh… well no, more like that he was actually there with her.
Jules hugged her pillow tighter, sleepy yet fully aware that Sam was breathing against the back of her neck. He was watching her sleeping and for once, she actually did not mind; she was enjoying the attention.
When she had nearly dozed off again, she felt the lightest of caresses brushing her back.
"Dragonfly," He began in a voice no more than a whisper, callused fingers gently outlining the small tattoo behind her neck. "New beginnings. Courage. Maturity."
Jules smiled against the pillow, laying completely still. He glossed his hand downward and stopped when he reached the small of her back.
"It's a butterfly, isn't it?" Sam asked, once again tracing his finger over the fairly complicated tribal tattoo. "A natural wonder. Metamorphosis. Beauty. Freedom."
Her only respond was a squirm. "Tickles."
Jules sighed softly when Sam trailed his hand up her back and swept his fingers over the skin just above her top. His touch… they felt almost innocent.
As she regained more of her consciousness, she realized that he was not drawing some random pattern. It was-…
"A heart. Spirit. Happiness. Adoration. Love."
It was more than enough to wake her up fully. Jules opened her eyes and turned to face her boyfriend, as always being careful of her healing wound. Sam put a lone finger over her lips before she could utter a word. His smile was almost sad. "It's a gift, Jules. You don't need to say anything. I didn't get to say it before," Sam said, referring to the time when they had been interrupted in HQ. "But I do, and I just wanted you to know." He then moved closer, draped his arm about her waist and tucked her head underneath his chin.
Jules closed her eyes and inhaled in his scent, trying to block everything but the soothing sound of his heartbeats. It was bliss. Feeling more contented than she had been for a long while, Jules pulled him closer and sealed their embrace. It wasn't long before their breaths slowed down and they fell into a deep slumber.
It was Sunday after all.
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Author: el_d_champ
Pairing: Sam/Jules
Word count: 500
Prompt: #51 -- Pattern
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Between Heartbeats
Summary: Because it was practically mandatory for everyone to sleep in on Sundays.
Disclaimer: If I owned Flashpoint, then I wouldn’t be so obsessed writing Sam and Jules stories, because they would have still been together.
:: As always thanks to flashpoint_sru for the prompt.
--
Unlike most days where Jules usually woke up before the alarm started going off, today the clock finally got the chance to do its job. Groaning, she slammed it off and buried her face deeper into the pillow, breathing in the familiar smell of jasmine and coffee. She noticed something different though; something new.
"My pillow smells like your cologne." She muttered, still not opening her eyes. Aside from the fact that she was still recovering from the shooting, it was also practically mandatory for everyone to sleep in on Sundays. She said so.
"Good morning to you too." Sam chuckled, leaning closer to drop a kiss on her shoulder.
"Mmmm."
The bed shifted when Sam scooted closer and propped himself on one arm. It was still surreal to him that she was actually there; in the flesh… well no, more like that he was actually there with her.
Jules hugged her pillow tighter, sleepy yet fully aware that Sam was breathing against the back of her neck. He was watching her sleeping and for once, she actually did not mind; she was enjoying the attention.
When she had nearly dozed off again, she felt the lightest of caresses brushing her back.
"Dragonfly," He began in a voice no more than a whisper, callused fingers gently outlining the small tattoo behind her neck. "New beginnings. Courage. Maturity."
Jules smiled against the pillow, laying completely still. He glossed his hand downward and stopped when he reached the small of her back.
"It's a butterfly, isn't it?" Sam asked, once again tracing his finger over the fairly complicated tribal tattoo. "A natural wonder. Metamorphosis. Beauty. Freedom."
Her only respond was a squirm. "Tickles."
Jules sighed softly when Sam trailed his hand up her back and swept his fingers over the skin just above her top. His touch… they felt almost innocent.
As she regained more of her consciousness, she realized that he was not drawing some random pattern. It was-…
"A heart. Spirit. Happiness. Adoration. Love."
It was more than enough to wake her up fully. Jules opened her eyes and turned to face her boyfriend, as always being careful of her healing wound. Sam put a lone finger over her lips before she could utter a word. His smile was almost sad. "It's a gift, Jules. You don't need to say anything. I didn't get to say it before," Sam said, referring to the time when they had been interrupted in HQ. "But I do, and I just wanted you to know." He then moved closer, draped his arm about her waist and tucked her head underneath his chin.
Jules closed her eyes and inhaled in his scent, trying to block everything but the soothing sound of his heartbeats. It was bliss. Feeling more contented than she had been for a long while, Jules pulled him closer and sealed their embrace. It wasn't long before their breaths slowed down and they fell into a deep slumber.
It was Sunday after all.
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