Drabble: Cravings (Sam/Jules, PG-13)
Title: Cravings
Word count: 500.
Pairing: Sam/Jules
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Candles, the smell of sweet perfume. A trail of rose petals. A classic.
Prompt: Show, because here it’s cold and horrible and I need some sexiness around.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint.
Author's notes: Yes, every once in a while I get to write a sexy drabble.
Cravings
Jules pushed the door of her apartment after a long day of work, exhausted. She’d been starving for over an hour now and luckily, she’d have dinner with Sam that night at her place. It was just a matter of time for them to end up watching a movie while eating some tasty pizza, just like they did once or twice a week.
“Sam?” she called as she closed the door behind her. “Sam, are you…”
Candles, the smell of sweet perfume. A trail of rose petals. A classic.
Okay, so this was going to be a romantic evening. After leaving her back pack by the door and the keys on the little coffee table, she decided that this was not the best night to light her fire. She was just too tired and her brain was slow, because damn it, saving lives wasn’t exactly a fun hobby. Sam had seen her shoot the subject of the day; he’d probably agree on the fact that they could just leave romance for another day.
She followed the trail of roses, expecting to find him at the little kitchen, sipping a beer, but there was no sign of Sam. Then she walked down the corridor, confident that she’d find him in the bedroom, already in bed, pretty much naked, just waiting for her.
But no.
There he was, seated in her bedroom’s only chair.
Old jeans. White tank top. Hat in his hands, eyes hidden from view. No shoes.
“Holy crap,” Jules muttered when she realized what she was about to witness.
Sam doing a strip-tease for her.
And that was quite a show, indeed.
God helped her, he moved like a cat and she could do nothing but hold her breath and stare. If there was something she did not expect from him was his strange talent to seduce with the moves of his fine body.
And then, too soon, it was over, leaving him sweaty and only wearing his navy blue briefs.
“I know it was probably a little too much for the night,” he muttered, but she placed a finger on his lips and laughed.
“Shut up… You little bastard,” she told him.
He got closer to her, all smirk and bad attitude now, and pointed out, “Oh, I see. You’ve just admitted that right now you’re thinking I’m…”
“Hotter than pizza with everything that just came out of the oven.”
Sam’s frown was so cute when he was clueless. “Should I feel flattered that you’ve compared me to junk food?”
“It’s not junk food, and considering that I was willing to kill for pizza before you did your thing there in the chair, yes.”
That answer got him smiling with confidence immediately. “Then I’ll take that as a compliment.” He even placed a soft, teasing kiss on the corner of her mouth.
“Great, because I have another craving right now…” Jules whispered against his warm lips, and shameless, her hand starting playing with the waistband of his briefs.
The End.
Word count: 500.
Pairing: Sam/Jules
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Candles, the smell of sweet perfume. A trail of rose petals. A classic.
Prompt: Show, because here it’s cold and horrible and I need some sexiness around.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint.
Author's notes: Yes, every once in a while I get to write a sexy drabble.
Cravings
Jules pushed the door of her apartment after a long day of work, exhausted. She’d been starving for over an hour now and luckily, she’d have dinner with Sam that night at her place. It was just a matter of time for them to end up watching a movie while eating some tasty pizza, just like they did once or twice a week.
“Sam?” she called as she closed the door behind her. “Sam, are you…”
Candles, the smell of sweet perfume. A trail of rose petals. A classic.
Okay, so this was going to be a romantic evening. After leaving her back pack by the door and the keys on the little coffee table, she decided that this was not the best night to light her fire. She was just too tired and her brain was slow, because damn it, saving lives wasn’t exactly a fun hobby. Sam had seen her shoot the subject of the day; he’d probably agree on the fact that they could just leave romance for another day.
She followed the trail of roses, expecting to find him at the little kitchen, sipping a beer, but there was no sign of Sam. Then she walked down the corridor, confident that she’d find him in the bedroom, already in bed, pretty much naked, just waiting for her.
But no.
There he was, seated in her bedroom’s only chair.
Old jeans. White tank top. Hat in his hands, eyes hidden from view. No shoes.
“Holy crap,” Jules muttered when she realized what she was about to witness.
Sam doing a strip-tease for her.
And that was quite a show, indeed.
God helped her, he moved like a cat and she could do nothing but hold her breath and stare. If there was something she did not expect from him was his strange talent to seduce with the moves of his fine body.
And then, too soon, it was over, leaving him sweaty and only wearing his navy blue briefs.
“I know it was probably a little too much for the night,” he muttered, but she placed a finger on his lips and laughed.
“Shut up… You little bastard,” she told him.
He got closer to her, all smirk and bad attitude now, and pointed out, “Oh, I see. You’ve just admitted that right now you’re thinking I’m…”
“Hotter than pizza with everything that just came out of the oven.”
Sam’s frown was so cute when he was clueless. “Should I feel flattered that you’ve compared me to junk food?”
“It’s not junk food, and considering that I was willing to kill for pizza before you did your thing there in the chair, yes.”
That answer got him smiling with confidence immediately. “Then I’ll take that as a compliment.” He even placed a soft, teasing kiss on the corner of her mouth.
“Great, because I have another craving right now…” Jules whispered against his warm lips, and shameless, her hand starting playing with the waistband of his briefs.
The End.