Though the music's playing you're my favorite song..

[no_russianbride]

Three days had felt like a lot longer to her, the first day she had been taken off active duty for her own safety. The second day actually timed with her one day off, but it just ended up being a lot of her trying to keep occupied, and keep her mind off of everything that was stuck running races in there. She spent a few hours with Mike in the labs

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[irish_sherlock]

Jim was staring at the floor when the footsteps touched his ears that morning...scrape of the left heel, dragging the edge of the right and marching at a rate of four and one eighth feet a minute.

"Did you manage to score me that crossword puzzle, Hobbs?" he called out. When he heard the footsteps stop dead, he lifted his head and grinned at Hobbs, stupefied look and all.

"Man, how do you *do* that? Know what? I don't even wanna know...just do me a favor and get dressed."

Jim frowned, rising from his seat on the floor of his cell, where he'd been meditating. Moving over to his bunk, he sat down and started pulling his boots on. "What'd Weir want you to tell me?"

"How--"

"Touch of freesia and gardenia in the air...perfume she uses. She ain't been here, so it's clinging to you. Rest is obvious."

"Whatever, man. Just suit up...Calvert rolled."

"On what?"

"The murder, man...Private Tellston filed a complaint against him, said he was harassing her."Jim frowned hard, rising after lacing his boots. "Murder was a crime of passion." he

[no_russianbride]

Being a bit startled as he lunged at her she quickly let the moment of panic fade into a moment of pure exhiliration as he picked her up off the ground and into his arms. She laughed for a moment at the sudden difference in her position, grinning down at him, "Oak trees? I don't think there are Oak trees out here, but you know if this is going to become a habit of yours? I can start planting them with Teyla next trip to the mainland. Get a whole field of them planted and started for the next time

[irish_sherlock]

Jim couldn't help but laugh at her crack, and not his usual, deliberately raucous cackle, but the natural high-pitched giggle he usually fought so hard to hide. "You shoulda smelled me back home after a few days in LA County lockup...lovely bouquet of crackwhore and pothead. Least here I just sorta smell like grime. But you? You smell fucking great. C'mere and lemme get a whiff..."

Before she could protest he was pulling her closer, burying his face against the top of her head and inhaled, making a soft sound of contentment. "Mmmmm...smell good, feel good...I mention I missed the ever-lovin' shit outta you?"

[no_russianbride]

Addie was stifling her laughter, along with trying to make her expression not one of just a sour taste in her mouth from the simple description of what Jim could have smelled like. Jim pulled her close, right up to that brig-tastic scent he was wearing, and got his nose right into her hair, which almost tickled a bit.

"Still with the smelling not so good Jim!" Addie protested as he clung to her, her laughter building up as she tried to wriggle away from him. A few twists of her shoulders and she was free from him, slipping out of his arms and taking a few very cautious steps away from him, her finger in a very 'I'm warning you' manner as her eyes displayed a bit of mock fear

[no_russianbride]

Addie's expression when he told her that he missed her had shifted from her eagerly watching the visual display of him undressing to one of complete adoration and love. She knew he meant it, and hearing it... in that tone, as he looked at her in *that* way... it was almost too much for her.

Sighing for a moment as he placed a kiss to her palm she felt her breath exhaling a bit shakey as her eyes closed for a moment. When she let them open again she slid off the edge of the bed and onto the floor beside Jim letting her hand drift along his cheek and tucking behind his neck as she brought him to her mouth. Her kiss was slow and deliberate, letting her passion for the man that was right there with her sweep over him just for that moment. Pulling away she pressed her forehead to his, "I missed you too, and for the record my feet are not cold."

She placed a quick kiss to his mouth again before she stood up extending her hand outward down to him for him to get up off the ground, "Come on Jim, you're not getting any cleaner sitting on the

[irish_sherlock]

Jim kissed her back as she slid down to join him, allowing himself to just sink into the sensation, soak up the feel of her body so close, her lips on his, the way she tasted as he deepened the kiss even further, reaching out to wrap his arms around her.

"I missed you too, and for the record my feet are not cold."

That got a smile from him as he ticklishly poked her belly. "You got *damn* cold feet when you been hoggin' the blanket and letting your feet stick out...not only do you steal the covers, but you don't even use 'em right."

He scowled as she stood, but obligingly took her hand, never really using it as he clambered to his feet. "Says you...the floor's absorbing the filth on me through osmosis." he teased, smirking at her as he promptly wrapped her in his arms again. "Buuuut, if you insist on hosing my ass down...lead on, MacDuff. You're getting scrubbed same as me. And more, if you're a naughty girl." He paused, grinning lasciviously. "God, please, *please* tell me you're gonna be a naughty girl."

[no_russianbride]

She would deny the cold feet thing until he gave up on the topic, which she knew he never would. She was still mildly amused by his antics and his plea for her to misbehave as she twisted herself around in his embrace allowing his arms to cross her chest as she led him toward the bathroom. "Me? Naughty? I haven't the foggiest, you must have me confused with this other woman... the one with the cold feet and the penchant for hogging covers

[irish_sherlock]

Jim never released his hold on her as she led him into the bathroom and started the water before she was in his arms again and disrobing. The warm feel of her skin on his was like a balm on his soul...knowing she was still here, that she *knew*, and she still wanted him.

Leaning down to kiss her, he shifted enough to help her finish removing her bra and cast it aside before drawing her securely against him again, resting his forehead against hers with a contented sigh.

"I'm gonna need some *extra* special help to scrub the stink of that damned cell off me." he murmured with a smile, referring to far more than just the grungy, vaguely gross feel a night in lockup always left him with. He stank of more than just incarceration, he could feel the stink of fear still clinging to him. Even after three days, the cold sweat he'd felt on his back the day she came to see him...the clammy palms, the dry mouth...he could still taste it on the back of his tongue and feel it lingering on his skin.