(drabble): Full Inspection
Title: Full Inspection
Pairing : Sam/Jules
Word count: 536
Rating: T
Prompt: #47 - body
Spoilers: Between Heartbeats
Summary: Being wounded doesn’t stop Constable Callaghan from doing her job.
Disclaimer: Sam Braddock is mine and Julianna Callaghan is mine and especially Sam Braddock is mine! Have I said that Sam Braddock is mine?
:: Written for flashpoint_sru in LJ. Thanks for the inspiration!
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Humming a Coldplay song, Sam rolled the brush up and down until he covered the last old, chipped area in Jules’ study room. Five minutes later he stepped back, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he admired his work. It wasn’t much but he was glad that in spite of her initial protests, Jules had let him help her with the renovation.
He was cleaning up when a loud noise coming from the living room. For someone who had never really enjoyed sitting in front of the television and watching anything on, his girlfriend had been spending a good deal of time doing just that, even if only to comment on how ridiculous CSI was because they seemed to always find a hair or a fingernail in the crime scene. His Jules was quirky that way.
After a quick shower, he was towel drying his hair when he felt the weight of Jules’ eyes on him. He turned around and found Jules sitting Indian style on her bed, watching him. “Enjoying the view?”
Rolling her eyes at his question, Jules bounced to her feet and erased the distance between them. She looped her arms around his neck, squirming when Sam playfully tickled her good side before putting his hands on her hips.
They stared at each other and then lapsed to a silent conversation. After a minute or two an impish smile blossomed on Jules’ face. She pulled her arms away, only to tangle her fingers in his damp hair, running them through his golden-silverish locks before slowly massaging his scalp in circular motions. His eyes involuntarily drooped as she worked her magic.
Moments later she slid her hands down his neck and shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath her palms flex then relax. Kissing his stubbly chin, Jules swiftly moved from his loose embrace to stand behind him.
“Jules, what are you doing?” He choked out. As much as he enjoyed the attention -the feeling of her small but deft fingers trailing down his back was positively maddening-- it wasn’t like Jules to be like this.
“You smell good,” She answered shortly.
When he thought he would lose it, the hands kneading his shoulders stopped. She trailed her finger over his skin and moved until they were standing face to face once more. There’s something in her eyes that nearly robbed him of his sanity, but he remained still. He swallowed hard as her hands briefly touched his chest then traveled down to his abdomen.
“Okay, as much as I like this…,” Somehow Sam managed to say, knowing full well what this could lead to.
She grinned, her hands hovering over the knot holding the towel around his waist. “Sam, you’re using my towel,”
He chuckled. “You want it back?”
“Maybe,”
“Jules, I’m only joking. I don’t want to hurt you,”
“But it’s getting in the way,” She remarked disapprovingly, frowning. “You see, I’m doing a full body inspection,”
“Inspection?”
“You know, just in case you still had blue paints somewhere on your body. Again. Sarge is already suspicious enough,”
A twist of that slender wrist and the towel dropped to the floor.
No need to say that things were getting even more interesting afterward.
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:: Because Sam and Jules just want to have fun :)
Pairing : Sam/Jules
Word count: 536
Rating: T
Prompt: #47 - body
Spoilers: Between Heartbeats
Summary: Being wounded doesn’t stop Constable Callaghan from doing her job.
Disclaimer: Sam Braddock is mine and Julianna Callaghan is mine and especially Sam Braddock is mine! Have I said that Sam Braddock is mine?
:: Written for flashpoint_sru in LJ. Thanks for the inspiration!
--
Humming a Coldplay song, Sam rolled the brush up and down until he covered the last old, chipped area in Jules’ study room. Five minutes later he stepped back, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he admired his work. It wasn’t much but he was glad that in spite of her initial protests, Jules had let him help her with the renovation.
He was cleaning up when a loud noise coming from the living room. For someone who had never really enjoyed sitting in front of the television and watching anything on, his girlfriend had been spending a good deal of time doing just that, even if only to comment on how ridiculous CSI was because they seemed to always find a hair or a fingernail in the crime scene. His Jules was quirky that way.
After a quick shower, he was towel drying his hair when he felt the weight of Jules’ eyes on him. He turned around and found Jules sitting Indian style on her bed, watching him. “Enjoying the view?”
Rolling her eyes at his question, Jules bounced to her feet and erased the distance between them. She looped her arms around his neck, squirming when Sam playfully tickled her good side before putting his hands on her hips.
They stared at each other and then lapsed to a silent conversation. After a minute or two an impish smile blossomed on Jules’ face. She pulled her arms away, only to tangle her fingers in his damp hair, running them through his golden-silverish locks before slowly massaging his scalp in circular motions. His eyes involuntarily drooped as she worked her magic.
Moments later she slid her hands down his neck and shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath her palms flex then relax. Kissing his stubbly chin, Jules swiftly moved from his loose embrace to stand behind him.
“Jules, what are you doing?” He choked out. As much as he enjoyed the attention -the feeling of her small but deft fingers trailing down his back was positively maddening-- it wasn’t like Jules to be like this.
“You smell good,” She answered shortly.
When he thought he would lose it, the hands kneading his shoulders stopped. She trailed her finger over his skin and moved until they were standing face to face once more. There’s something in her eyes that nearly robbed him of his sanity, but he remained still. He swallowed hard as her hands briefly touched his chest then traveled down to his abdomen.
“Okay, as much as I like this…,” Somehow Sam managed to say, knowing full well what this could lead to.
She grinned, her hands hovering over the knot holding the towel around his waist. “Sam, you’re using my towel,”
He chuckled. “You want it back?”
“Maybe,”
“Jules, I’m only joking. I don’t want to hurt you,”
“But it’s getting in the way,” She remarked disapprovingly, frowning. “You see, I’m doing a full body inspection,”
“Inspection?”
“You know, just in case you still had blue paints somewhere on your body. Again. Sarge is already suspicious enough,”
A twist of that slender wrist and the towel dropped to the floor.
No need to say that things were getting even more interesting afterward.
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:: Because Sam and Jules just want to have fun :)