One Night
By Midnight Caller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This would never be just one night.
Disclaimer: Oh, don't even tease me with the possibility of owning these characters.
A/n: The result of extreme boredom at work one day. Just a short little J/S piece from Sam's POV.
Take deep breaths, she told herself as the elevator doors slid open. Deep breaths, she repeated as her heels clicked on the black tile, distracting her just enough as she walked as quickly as she could past the glass doors on her right. Eyes straight ahead, she reminded herself, and yet she glanced, just for a half-second, both relieved and disappointed when she saw the office was empty.
Her heels kept clicking as she entered the bullpen, and she almost tripped over her feet when she saw him leaning over the table, his back to her.
Deep breaths. Listen to your shoes. Relax. And don't make eye contact, whatever you do.
He suddenly turned, and there were his eyes.
Shit. You looked.
Four feet away and she was paralyzed by his stare. Four feet and she could feel the heat coming off of him. Or maybe that was her reacting to his presence. And his eyes... the way they privately roamed over her body before meeting her own, where he held her gaze until she finally had to look away.
Fumbling with paperwork on her desk, her back seemed to tingle, still feeling his eyes on her.
Focus. Focus, right now.
She could still smell him on her sheets when she'd woken up. She'd showered, changed her clothes, but could still feel his hands on her skin, sense his breath in her ear, taste his lips and his mouth... She forced herself to stop when her cheeks flushed so quickly that she had to shut her eyes against the heat, her breath quickening, just as it had done only hours before as he'd run his fingers across...
Her stomach stopped quivering when someone else entered the area, temporarily breaking the spell. She breathed a sigh of relief as she finally turned and took a seat at the table, across from him. It was either across or next to him, and next to him might prove too dangerous, too close. Well, or so she thought, until he looked straight ahead, right at her, and she had to suppress the shiver that crawled down her spine.
Deep breath.
One night; that's as far as she'd told herself it would go. One kiss, one touch, one moment of weakness. That's what they were allowed. To satisfy the curiosity, squelch the craving. One night, and then everything would go back to the way it was before.
But one look from him, and all the promises in the world became empty lies, vows she knew she wouldn't be able to obey. Her curiosity had only intensified, her craving now an overwhelming urge that couldn't possibly be suppressed with just one night.
He was still looking at her, and she finally met his stare.
This would never be just one night.
(fin.)