Jack steps out of the shower holding a towel. Sam looks up from the book she's reading and says ...
"Leave it."
Jack pauses, arrested by the simple order and the low voice with which it is issued. But then he breaks into a grin, dropping the towel and planting his fists on his bare hips. "I think that means you're over-dressed now."
Blue eyes slide over him in appreciation, before they return to her book. Her brow arches in challenge. "And what exactly are you gonna do about it?"
Heh. "This."
Two strides eat up the carpet between them, and in moments he's snatched the book from her hands. With a toss it lands haphazardly, and he knows that if it lands wrong and pages get bent she'll be mad at him later, but for right now her attention is fully on him as he pounces on her, pinning her hands above her head.
A playful twist of her lips peeks out from behind tousled hair, and he smooths the long blonde locks from her face as she straightens out beneath him, sliding down the mattress until they are both horizontal. A lazy squirm of her body tickles him into standing at attention, and the damp left over from the shower darkens her camisole.
"You're getting my shirt wet," she purrs, but he knows its the last thing on her mind.
He leans to kiss her, which she receives enthusiastically. His free hand wanders, and soon she is squirming for real. "And what exactly are you gonna do about that?" he utters, his voice almost a growl as his arousal builds.
Her head lifts, drawing his lips back to his. She smiles against his mouth, and when she speaks her breath plays over his cheek in a wash of heat.
"This."