Title: Our Saturday Morning
Author: AnitaB
Author's notes: There can't always be an early morning call to a science crisis on their days off. What will Jacob and Rachel do with the free time? Rachel/Jacob established romantic smut. I own nothing and nothing I do own would be worth getting in a law suit.
Our Saturday Morning
By AnitaB
Chapter one: Sleepy and Speechless
He loved watching her sleep. Always had. And since she'd regularly started sleeping in his arms, he got to watch it happen a lot more often. Reaching one hand up, he brushed a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. That hand immediately returned to the line of her back for the warmth of her skin through her silky pajama top. She always seemed so much smaller when she was asleep. His girl wasn't a tall woman, reaching his shoulder only in high heels. From head to toe with all her gear, she couldn't weigh more than 120 pounds. He could carry her in his arms easily, when she let him. But when this woman was awake and on her game, she could back down criminals the size of professional football players without firing her gun. Her strength of will was a brick wall and he'd butted heads with her more than once.
But here, in his arms, curled up against his chest with a peaceful, sleepy expression on her face, she was tiny. It was only here that could he give in to the urge to protect her. If he did it at work again, his tough little bodyguard would kick his ass across five state lines. He had no doubts about that. FBI Special Agent Rachel Young was not about to let her charge put himself in unnecessary danger. Not ever, ever again. FBI science consultant Dr. Jacob Hood knew better than to set himself up for one of her lectures or to being handcuffed to the steering wheel of their rental car while she ran off after the bad guys alone.
That's why he loved watching her sleep in his arms. Here she was his Rachel, the woman he loved. Here he was her Jacob, the man she loved. No cases, no explosions or viruses or weapons involved. Just love, trust, and the heat of skin against skin. "Rachel," Jacob leaned down to brush his lips against her forehead, cuddling the warmth of her body tighter against his own. He loved the sleepy sigh on her lips and the unconscious trust in the way she pressed closer to him.
Her forehead crinkled up with a low groan before her eyes blinked up at him. "Hmm, Jacob, did we get a call?" Her body shifted against his side as she tried to push up off his chest. His arms locked around her, stopping the move when she was closer to his lips. "What's wrong and where are we headed?"
She was so cute when she woke up a little grumpy. He liked watching the transition between sleep and work on her face. But today there was no need for either of them to get up. Not yet, he wasn't letting her out of his arms just yet. "Relax, Rachel. We didn't get a call and nothing's wrong." Jacob cupped the line of her jaw and guided her face down to his. "We don't have to go anywhere today." She smiled in the instant before her lips touched his in a sweet, soft kiss. He loved her kiss even more than watching her sleep. He'd never get enough of touching her, holding her, kissing her.
Small hands stroked up his chest to run her fingers through his hair. Her lips opened against his, her tongue sneaking inside to tease him. Jacob found his hand threading its way through her hair to keep the kiss going while the other curved along her waist and hip to pull her closer. He needed more of her, closer, harder, sweeter. //Rachel…\\ Her knee slid up his leg, rubbing the edge of her thigh over his hip. Then she smiled at the sound of his groan and pulled back. "So we have a weekend free, with no science crisis on the horizon. What should we do with our Saturday morning?" Her fingertips played gently along his lips and the line of his jaw. He simply loved that look on her face, adored knowing that this woman actually wanted him almost as much as he wanted her.
"I think, between the two of us, that we can come up with a few ideas." Jacob rubbed both hands up and down her back to curve around her hips, guiding her up across his waist. "Most of which don't even require that we get out of bed." He watched her face as he let his fingers slide under the silk of her top, dragging a line of heat up her ribs to the fluttering of her eyelids. His Rachel loved his hands on her skin, almost as much as he loved touching her. "So what does my Rachel want to do?" He stopped his hands with all ten fingers spanning her ribcage, his thumbs over her heart. Almost but not quite cupping her breasts. Her back arched in his arms, her body fighting to get his hands just a little higher. "Say it, sweetheart, and I'll give it to you."
"Jacob," Rachel groaned his name and leaned down so close he could feel her breath on his lips. He could feel the slight trembling move through her muscles from head to toe. Then he felt her force her limbs to pull back. Rachel sat up across his hips and smiled down at him with an arch of her eyebrow. "What does my Jacob want?" Bracing her hands on his chest, his bodyguard rocked her hips against his with the most beautiful little groan. His hands moved to clutch at those hips, trying to hold her still against his erection. "Say it, Dr Hood, and I'll give it to you."
She wanted him to speak at all clearly right now… with her skin under his hands and her hips cradling the hard length of his need. //Sweet love, Rachel.\\ She smiled at his wordless gasp, bit her lip, and moved despite his grip, driving a harsh sound up his throat. She was going to kill him and he was going to love every minute of it. All he had to do was ask for it… "Skin, Rachel, a kiss."
He loved it when she looked at him just like that.
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She loved it when Jacob was speechless. This man always had something to say. He always talked, always knew just what questions to ask and what answers to give. Such a pretty talker that women all over the country melted in their shoes when he talked science. It drove her batty.
But something about her, about her touch and her kiss, made this brilliant man gasp like a fish out of water and lose the ability to make a complete sentence. "Skin, Rachel, a kiss."
"Yes, Jacob, anything." Rachel locked her eyes on his face and lifted her hands to the buttons of her pajama top. She loved the way he looked at her. Her Jacob was addicted to her skin, her kiss, he couldn't get enough. And neither could she. The hands clenched on her hips were like fire racing along her nerves. His long, expressive fingers could do such amazing things to her, his arms were the only place she really felt safe. And the way he said her name… made every inch of her body melt in the heat of it all. She slid each button open slowly while watching the heat on his face get hotter. Rachel smiled at the way his hands trembled and clenched when she tossed the shirt over the side of the bed. "Here's the skin." Resting her hands on his chest, she leaned over him with a moan. "Come get your kiss."
"Rachel," Those hands moved, dragging heat over her skin and pulling her down against his chest. His lips claimed hers as his fingers finally cupped her breasts. An agile tongue explored her mouth as gentle hands moved, so warm, so strong against her skin. Jacob had no idea what he could do to her with a simple kiss, a simple touch. She could feel the surprise in his muscles every time the slide of his skin over hers made her melt in his arms. And this time was no exception. His hands felt… so damn good. His kiss was sweet heaven. And his skin was still covered from collar to heel. It was time to strip her scientist and explore him again. Rachel pulled back from his lips with a breathless little groan and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. "Rachel," Those long fingers slid into her hair, trying to guide her lips back to his. "Sweetheart, please."
//Sweet Jacob,\\ "I wanna touch you, too, Jacob." He trembled just a little when her hands flattened against the skin of his stomach under the fabric. "When are you going to start sleeping shirtless?" Rachel smiled down at him as she dragged the plain t-shirt higher up his ribs. She loved the helpless arch of his back and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs.
"When you do, Rachel. That's our deal." Leaning up, Jacob stole a quick kiss before peeling the shirt off over his head, wrapping her in his arms tightly and burying his face in her hair. They shared a groan at the heat of so much skin touching. Those hands clutched at the curve of her hips, sliding her body slowly up his. Before her mind really caught up with his arms, they had put her astride his chest and wrapped tight around her waist. She was drowning in the heat of his skin and the strength of his grip and that was before his mouth started a slow trip down her throat and chest. "Sweet Rachel,"
If those women who always threw themselves at Jacob knew what he could do with that sweet talking mouth of his, she'd have to beat them off him with a golf club. Luckily her oblivious science geek had no idea they wanted him. And he wanted her. Rachel dug her nails into his shoulders, arching desperately into the lick, kiss, and stroke of that mouth around her nipple. Damn, she loved his mouth. "Ja—Jacob, oh, please." He pulled back, pressing a soft kiss over her heart before gazing up at her with an ocean of heat in his eyes. His warm hands stroked the length of her back, holding her close to the heavy beat of his heart.
"What, my sweet Rachel, what do you need?"
She needed his hands to stop distracting her long enough to answer. She needed his arms cuffed above his head so she could concentrate on making him feel as good as he always made her feel. She needed to feel every inch of Jacob Hood so close that neither one of them could breathe. "I… I need you… Jacob, I need all of you." Those delicious lips smiled against the curve of her breast. His hands moved to her waist, starting to slide the fabric from her skin. "I need to touch…"
"Yes, sweetheart, anything." Rachel found herself on her back with Jacob leaning over her. His smile sent little trembling shivers through her body. "Let me…" His hands rubbed down the length of her legs, dragging the last of her clothes with them. She adored the look on his face when she was naked in his arms, in his bed. Nothing in the world could warm every inch of her body better or faster than heat in his eyes. "You are so beautiful, my love."
He was about to climb back into their bed still wearing those flannel sleep pants. //Oh, no you don't, Jacob.\\ Rachel sat up and stopped the move with a hand on his heart. "If you're still wearing those pants when you touch me, I'm ripping them off you." She had to bite her lip to keep herself from kissing her way down his chest. But the clothes had to go. "Come here," His hands rested on her shoulders as her hands shoved the clothes down the long lines of his legs. Rachel had always had a thing for tall men and Jacob was tall enough to make her buy higher heels just to get to his lips.
The second the fabric was out of the way, she found herself scooped up into his arms and placed in the middle of the bed. "Rachel," That long, lean body stretched out next to hers, but it was his mouth that distracted her from her plans to explore him. She would never get enough of his kiss. Catching his hair in her hands, Rachel lost herself in the heat of his lips.
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