A/N: A fluffy fic for a friend who needed cheering up. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint or any of its characters.

Of Peaceful Slumbers and Innocent Gazes

By The Sneezing Panda

She was always peaceful in her sleep.

Sam Braddock sat in his bed with his back against the headboard, white sheets bunched up around his hips, watching as the early morning sun illuminated his lover's face. Jules Callaghan lay on her side with her hands tucked under her pillow, blissfully ignorant of Sam's gaze.

He watched as her chest rose up and down slowly, indicating her shallow breaths; his eyes ran over her light skin, to her hip where a bruise had formed from their previous rough shift, and to the toned legs he had grown quite fond of.

Sam briefly glanced at his alarm clock; it was almost eight o'clock in the morning. He had been up for about half an hour and had decided to stay in bed upon seeing Jules' face. They were finally given a whole day to themselves and he had not wanted to miss a moment.

His fingers were itching to caress her smooth, bare skin, but he knew that would wake her up. He had to restrain himself from kissing her slightly pouting lips, but that would awaken her, as well. And her hair—it looked so silky, and he desperately wanted to run his fingers through it.

Goddamn it; the woman was a tease in her freaking sleep, and he loved it.

Another fifteen minutes passed and they had not moved. The sun, however, rose higher as it grew later in the morning. Sam turned his head to look out the window; it seemed like it was going to be a nice day. He decided to take Jules out on a walk through downtown Toronto.

"Sam?" came a quiet whisper. He turned his head back to Jules to find her awake, propped up on her elbows with her head resting on her hand. Her eyes were still cloudy with sleep and her hair had fallen over her shoulders, a loose tendril tickling her cheek. Sam lifted his hand to sweep it behind her ear, letting his fingers linger for a moment before running it down her arm. Jules smiled softly.

"How long have you been awake?" Jules asked, her eyes closing for a moment. She opened them to find him shrugging.

"Maybe an hour," he admitted sheepishly, finding her gaze. Jules smirked, then pursed her lips, curious.

"And you've been sitting here this entire time?" she queried, to which he responded with a nod. Then, she enquired, "What have you been doing?"

Sam sighed, then leaned his head against the wall, looking out the window again. He gave Jules his attention once more, then confessed, "Watching you."

Jules chuckled and reached out to place her hand that wasn't supporting her head high on Sam's thigh. Sam smiled and let his fingers run gently over her hand before lacing their fingers together. Jules lay her head back down on the pillow again and teased, "Creep."

Sam grinned and brought their hands up to his mouth, kissing hers lightly before letting them rest on his thigh again.

"Hold me," Jules mumbled into her pillow, perhaps out of shyness for making such a request. Sam beamed and scooted down the bed to lie down next to her. Jules shifted and rested her head on Sam's broad chest. Sam released her hand to draw abstract shapes across her bare back with his finger, an act he knew she liked very much, though she never verbally acknowledged that fact. He moved his hand lower down her back to trace a tattoo she had gotten while she was in her late teens.

Jules' breaths evened out, and Sam determined she had fallen asleep again. It was then he also determined he didn't mind if they spent the entire day in bed—

Sam buried his face in her hair and closed his eyes, letting himself drift back to slumber.

—and when they woke up, Sam saw to it that they did.