This is just a little drabble about Sam/Jules relationship. I'm huge fan of them as a couple and I may continue this on for longer. Let me know what you think and whether I should continue on after this.

Jules couldn't believe that Sam, the guy she'd secretly been attracted to for months, had just kissed her. Even now, when she was tired, mad at herself, and determined to get away from everything related to work, it had come as a welcome surprise. She had quickly slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return.

When they broke apart, Jules looked up at Sam, completely confused. Her mind was a turmoil of thoughts and dozens of emotions were swirling around inside her.

"Now will you let me take you home?" Sam whispered, his warm breath brushing her skin gently.

"You win…" she breathed, unable to think about anything else at that moment except that he was going to drive her to her house. Sam. The guy who had just kissed her. The extremely hot, sexy guy who had just kissed her passionately.

Sam walked Jules to the truck and opened the door for the beautiful girl. She looked like she was going to fall asleep at any moment and her big, brown eyes were full of something he couldn't quite make out. He wanted to, though.

In ten minutes, they got to Jules' small house and Sam parked the truck in the driveway, then walked Jules to the door. He was hoping for an invitation to come in, but he was unsure if he'd get one.

After unlocking the door, Jules turned to Sam. She wanted to ask him in, but she was a little shy. "Um…I know I'm tired, but…would you like to…" she looked into his blue eyes and saw the same feeling in them.

Suddenly, Sam had his arms around Jules and he was kissing her again; roughly this time. He kicked the door shut behind him and, at the same time, pushed off her suit jacket. He'd left his tactical vest in the car and he felt her trying to unbutton his uniform shirt. In seconds, it hit the hardwood too.

As he backed her up against the wall, she pushed him away for a moment. "Wait!" she gasped. "We have to take this slow. No more clothes coming off."

Sam smiled. He liked how old-fashioned Jules was—how traditional she was. "You win, baby. All I'll do tonight is kiss you."

Then, he saw her face soften a little. "Deal, but I could use some supper, and I know you could too."

Sam stepped back a little, his strong arms still around her. "You cook? Oh, man, I knew I kissed the right girl!" As he had hoped, she smiled and some of the stress of the day seemed to melt away.

As Sam helped Jules make some spaghetti, he thought back over all the times he'd been around her. Mostly it was at work, or at the bar after work. He remembered distinctly the time when he'd been protecting her from Penny, the poor girl who was suffering from severe Stockholm. Jules had been behind him and, even through his thick Kevlar vest, he'd felt her hand brush up against his side. She had been so close to him and had moved when he did. Then, at that very moment when Penny had aimed the shotgun at Jules, Sam knew he couldn't deny the attraction any longer. This girl stirred something inside him—something that wasn't the usual feelings he felt for a girl. In fact, Sam was usually considered the player among his friends and colleagues. It was no secret that he could get most any girl to come running at a moment's notice. Not this one, though. He had waited until she needed him, and then he'd been there for her. It felt good. This whole thing felt good.