Based on the words "JEALOUS", "BLUSH", "EMOTIONAL", "STRAWBERRIES", "LASTING" and "FIGHT"; the shows represented are "Chicago Fire" and "The Night Shift".

You Make it Hard for Breathing
She didn't get jealous. Not Jordan Alexander. She was tougher than that. So why did it hurt so much whenever she saw T.C. flirting with Landry or Scott flirting with Krista? Jordan couldn't tell either of them to pick her, because she knew they'd constantly fight over her no matter what, so it was best if they all moved on with their lives. As she turned her focus back to the chart for one of the patients that had come in 5 hours into the night shift – midnight – she suddenly sensed a presence next to her and glanced up, gasping in shock. "Surprised to see me, Doc?" Thomas "Tommy" Welch asked her with a gentle smirk forming on his face.

That smirk drove her crazy and turned her insides to mush. "I didn't think you'd drive all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Wasn't it you who said that it would've been too far of a drive?" she asked as she turned her attention back to the chart in front of her.

"I didn't come here to fight, Jordan. I was hopin' that we could talk," Tommy said, suddenly nervous as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

Jordan noticed this but quickly put her focus on the chart a final time. A blush crept up onto her cheeks as she tried not to think about what they could be doing instead of standing here talking and attempting to rehash the past. "I don't know. Fighting seems like the way to go, if it means that I can see you again later," she said, her eyes creeping over to see T.C. walk past her and give her that devilish gleam of a look.

She ignored it, her gaze turning to see jealousy flicker through Tommy's eyes. "Why is he still 'round? Haven't found a way to get rid of him yet?" he asked in a low growl.

"Thomas Welch! How dare you talk like that? Dr. Callahan is one of this hospital's best surgical doctors," Jordan said, scolding him.

"I still say he's no good," her ex-husband said, his tone still a growl.

"Hey, what would you say if I focused on getting a dessert for later and we order breakfast after I get off in…?" Jordan looked at her watch. "Well, make that now. I'll be right back and I'll meet you outside, okay?"

Tommy nodded, pulling her into him and kissing her ardently on the lips. Just the taste of her still drove him wild and he knew that, when they had whatever dessert she planned to get, her lips would have the after-taste of said dessert. "Sounds good to me, baby," he said then turned and left the hospital, heading to his truck. Turning the key, he waited for the cool air to kick on.

Jordan hurried to change into her street clothes then ran outside, spotting him in his truck but was stopped in her tracks when T.C. cut off her path. "What do you want, T.C.? I've got somewhere to be," she said, her tone now a low growl.

"Don't go with him, Jordan. He's only goin' to fight to win you back. Please," T.C. said, reaching for her hand.

She shook her head and stepped to the side, hurrying around him and over to the passenger side of Tommy's truck. Getting inside, she shut the door behind her and turned to him. "Head over to the local supermarket. I need to pick up some things," she told him. Tommy did as he was asked, heading to the local supermarket.

Inside, Jordan headed straight for the fruits and veggies aisle, found the strawberries then walked around until she'd found the chocolate syrup. After she'd paid for them and took the back from the cashier, she snagged another bag to cover the first before carrying it outside. "Where are you stayin'?" she asked once she'd gotten back into the truck and buckled herself in.

"At the Holiday Inn," he replied.

Jordan shook her head. "That just won't do. I'll give you directions to my place; it'll be much easier for what we're plannin' to do."

Rattling them off as they left the supermarket, they were soon at the loft where she'd been living ever since she got back from Afghanistan. "Is this home sweet home for you?" Tommy asked as he brought the truck to a stop, put it in park then turned the engine off and got out with her.

Hand in hand, they walked inside. "It is, but you know that Chicago will always be my home in my heart," Jordan replied as she unlocked the loft's front door and stepped inside. The silence was soon filled with squealing laughter as Tommy swept her up into his arms, carrying her over the threshold. "I can walk, you know!"

"I know," he said with a knowing grin. "But I like carrying you."

Once they'd gotten settled in the living room after eating breakfast, Jordan snuggled against her ex-husband's chest. "So, what items did you get at the supermarket earlier?" she heard him murmur against the crown of her dark hair.

"Some chocolate syrup and some strawberries, why?" she asked, her voice as soft as his.

"We should make use of that, Doc," he said with a smirk, pulling her to her feet and tugging her toward the kitchen. Jordan walked behind him, her arms snaking around his waist from behind and tugged his shirt free from his jeans. "Hey now, Doc. Better not be pullin' that kind of stunt 'til we've had some kind of reward."

"Reward, huh? You think I'm goin' to want any reward? What if I just want you for a reward?"

"Nah, you deserve to have me treat you like the queen that you are in my heart," he replied as he got the chocolate syrup and strawberries from the refrigerator, opening the box with the strawberries with his fingernail.

"Oh, so it's queen now? What happened to just being your favorite Doc?" Jordan asked as her nimble fingers unfastened the buttons of his shirt, making him groan and turn toward her, putting the chocolate syrup and strawberries aside and bringing her flush against his hard body.

"You're everything to me, and that includes being the queen of my heart, Doc," he said in a husky voice, speaking in her ear and causing a shiver to dance along her spine. Tommy stopped her wandering hands and placed his on top of hers. "Look at me."

Jordan brought her head up to meet his gaze, finding love and passion in his eyes, just before she closed her own as his head began lowering to capture her lips with his. Her hands moved out from beneath his and ventured upward to wrap around his broad, muscular shoulders as his arms wound themselves around her. Jordan began walking backward, toward the living room, where she found herself being lowered onto the soft blankets she'd laid out as a pallet.

Once her back had made contact with the blankets, Jordan watched with a passion-filled gaze as her ex-husband sat up, keeping her pinned in place and ripped his shirt away from his chest. He tossed the shirt to the side then ripped hers right down the middle, causing her to give him a pointed glare. "Oh, don't do that, baby. I'll buy you another one." Lowering himself back down once more after he'd sat her up and removed her shirt, Jordan let out a stuttered gasp upon feeling the hard muscles of his chest pressing against her breasts through her lace-decorated bra.

"Missed you, love you, want you," she whispered, sitting up again so he could carefully unfasten the hooks of her bra between her shoulder blades.

"Want you, love you, missed you too," he replied in a hoarse voice, lowering her back down onto the pallet of blankets. Their mouths fused together once more in a kiss that was anything but innocent as his hands followed the curves of her body until he'd successfully managed to removed the rest of her clothes.

Then she was returning the favor, exploring over the hard planes of his muscular chest and arms, stroking downward over his torso, ribs and, finally, his hard shaft. "Babe, don't tease…"

"Tell me what you want, babe," she whispered. Taking her hands, Tommy pinned them above her head then captured her lips again before moving down to her jaw and into her neck. Nuzzling the skin there, he kept one hand holding hers while the other drifted down over her bare flesh, stopping at the spot between her thighs. "T-Thomas…"

"Is that what you want, babe? You want me to plunge my fingers deep inside of you until you're screaming my name?" he whispered against her neck.

"Y-yes…please…" she pleaded, widening her thighs beneath his fingers stroking closer and closer to their destination.

"Tell me, baby," he demanded in a low tone.

"I want you. I want your fingers deep inside of me until I can barely breathe and want to scream over and over," she finally yelled.

SCORE! his mind yelled before he did just that, plunging one finger into her and adding another, making her squirm and gasp. When Jordan felt him add a third finger, she was soon nearly shattering her vocal chords by screaming his name over and over. "That's it, babe. Say my name."

"Ugh, Tommy…stop teasin' me and take me already," she moaned out.

"Tell me what you want, babe," he told her with a smirk, repeating her earlier words.

"I want you buried deep inside of me, Thomas. Don't make me say it again," she growled.

"As you wish, babe," he said, still smirking before removing his fingers and licking her juices. Once he'd done that, he aligned himself with her moist center then thrust into her and waited until their hips were joined intimately before pulling out and thrusting harder than the first time into her, making her gasp.

Jordan wrapped her slender thighs tightly around his waist, forcing him deeper into her as he began a rhythm, moving in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. His hand let her wrists go, giving her the opportunity to pull his head down to hers, fusing their mouths together in another not-so-innocent kiss as his thrusts sped up into a desperate pace that had her breaking off the kiss to moan softly into his shoulder, her lips barely open as she bit down in a gentle manner. "God, Tommy…you feel so good."

"Yeah, so do you, baby," he whispered, slowing his thrusts down to reach between them and gently pinch, between his thumb and index finger, the bundle of nerves. Moan after moan, gasp after gasp, escaped Jordan as she fell – tumbled – way over the edge into oblivion.

"Come with me, baby…know you want to," she whispered into the skin of his neck, squeezing one cheek of his ass and causing him to release a low growl before thrusting a few more times until he, too, was tumbling over the same edge that she had and collapsed down gently against her chest then rolled onto his back and bringing her with him.

Author's Note: I might consider writing a sequel to this where Welch & Jordan put the strawberries and chocolate syrup to use, but we'll see how it goes!

FIN.