Eagle Three 5

Author's Note: You'll find the first four chapters of this story in the T section. This chapter moves Sam and Jules forward in their relationship and is no longer suitable for younger readers. And you have SYuuri to thank for her gentle prodding asking me to update! My muse deserted me and needed a kick to get moving again.

According to the exchange between Greg and Dr. Toth in "Fault Lines," only two weeks elapsed between the knifing in "Backwards Day" and Jules getting shot in "Between Heartbeats." For the purposes of this story, I'm going to stretch out the time between "Eagle Two" and "Backwards Day." You readers aren't opposed to more JAM time, are you? I really don't like to think about them only having three weeks together the first time around. Remember, reviews are eye candy to authors and much appreciated.

Disclaimer: FYI, I write for my pleasure and I hope your enjoyment. The characters are not mine; they were created and are owned by the producers of Flashpoint and apparently a half dozen other entities affiliated with the production of the TV series. They belong to those people. I just take them out and play with them occasionally. Or is it let them play with each other?

Sam was getting nervous. They'd finished eating their sandwiches and yet Jules still hadn't said anything about the events of the day. It was't like her to not say anything. They were putting everything away to leave the kitchen neat and tidy just the way Jules liked it. Once that chore was finished, she rounded on him. "You could have been shot today!" She poked him in the chest to emphasize her words. "Why did you get so close to him? Boss and Ed kept telling you to back up."

"Hey, you know he needed to hear me and see me. I had to be close. It's the job. Do you think I liked it any better when Penny aimed that shotgun at you?" Sam defended himself.

"Well, this is what I wanted to do out there on the ball field today after that bullet hit the ground near you." She reached up and pulled his face down to hers for a blistering kiss that contained all the worry and fear she'd felt earlier. His lips were firm, warm, and she rubbed her hand along his jaw line, noting the roughness of his stubble. He smelled good, male and spicy.

A startled Sam pulled her in closer and exulted in the kiss, in the fact that she initiated it. She smelled all fresh and just like Jules. No way to accurately describe it. He just knew it. He'd know her fragrance anywhere. Yeah, that close call was turning out pretty good after all if it meant she initiated a kiss.

Without removing his lips from hers, he maneuvered her over to the couch where they could be more comfortable. He had no idea when she might call a halt to things, but he planned to enjoy this moment for as long as he could. He pushed his tongue between unresisting lips and enjoyed the taste of her mouth. Their tongues tangled and battled, breathing speeded up, hearts raced faster, and Jules forgot to retreat like she usually did when things heated up between them. She wiggled closer to his heat-laden body, sighed with pleasure as he nibbled on her lower lip. She still didn't retreat as he slipped his hand under her shirt to caress the soft skin of her abdomen. The hand crept higher up her ribcage, and still she didn't pull back.

When Sam withdrew from the kiss to make sure Jules knew what she was allowing, she pulled him back closer to herself. Taking that move as permission, he slowly cupped her breast and ran his thumb gently over the tip through the lace of her bra. She moaned at the sensations he created deep inside of her.

His voice grew husky with desire, "Jules, are you sure, sweetheart? I don't want you to regret anything tomorrow." Ever cautious of her feelings, Sam gave her another chance to back out of continuing while hoping that she would not retreat.

Rocked with emotions and sensations, Jules lost herself in Sam. She was swamped by his lovemaking, by the feel of his warm mouth, his caressing hands and the pressure of his hard body as they stretched out on the couch for full body contact. Jules could barely breathe much less think beyond the wild tempestuous explosion of her senses as the two lovers explored each other.

Sam reluctantly pulled away briefly, "Unless you want to end up on the floor, we should really take this upstairs, don't you think?" She nodded her approval, and he scooped her up and was up the stairs in moments. He placed her on the bed and dropped down beside her. Mouths still kissing, hands reached for zippers and dispensed with shirts and jeans. With very little clothing between them now, their hands began exploring the hard planes and smooth curves of each other's bodies. They exulted in the discovery of places that made the other moan with pleasure and passion.

A bra landed on the floor followed by boxers and panties until both were skin to skin and still exploring. He placed urgent kisses on her abdomen, inhaling her feminine perfume. She whimpered with need and urged him on. The tension continued to build as they enjoyed their explorations of each other. He moved back up to lathe her nipples with his attention. She trembled in his arms. He heard her breath hitch. She shuddered in ecstasy when his hands brushed her thighs.

When he felt that neither of them could prolong the tension any longer, he nudged her legs apart with his knee and slipped between them, finding her center and burying himself deep within. He paused a moment to allow her to adjust to him before setting the pace. They found a rhythm, quickening and reaching for the culmination they both wanted together.

Afterward as they lay cuddled up together in the bed enjoying the warmth of each other, Jules asked, "so, girlfriends, plural? How many? More than one at a time?" She had turned a bit to face him, her gaze piercing and questioning.

Sam settle back against the pillow and sighed, "I knew you'd pick up on that comment." He stroked his hand up and down her arm while he spoke. "Only one at a time, and there haven't been that many. It's a little hard to date when one is overseas with the military."

She nestled deeper into the curve of his arm, resting her head on his chest and shoulder. "I can see that. No dating means no Dear John letters."

Sam nodded his agreement. "That's right. It was said to let Scott know that there were things in life to look forward to."

"I get that, but I couldn't just let it pass without a comment," she teased. She rolled over to face him, "Now that we've broken the rules already, what say we break them again?"

"Copy that!" Sam agreed quickly, moving in to kiss her again. He brought his face down to meet hers and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her on top of him. Hell, yeah, he was ready for round two!

"Sam, Sam! You've got to wake up! Sam." The voice kept getting louder and the punching on his arm got harder as he slowly dragged himself out of a deep sleep, one of the best he'd had in awhile. "Wake up," the voice kept insisting.

He mumbled something, grabbed the blanket around him tighter and tried to roll over, but she wouldn't allow him. The blankets were roughly pulled off him as he continued to wake up from one of the best dreams he'd had. Suddenly he realized it was no dream, and the dream girl was being mean to him by insisting that he wake up. "Sam, you've got to go!"

"Huh?" he answered sleepily. "Why?"

"Because, Braddock, we are NOT going into work together this morning, and you are NOT going there in the same clothes you wore home last night. That's why. Go home! I'll see you at the barn soon."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Still this is a horrible way to wake up," he grumbled as he pulled himself up and off the bed.

"Don't worry, Sam, I'll make it up to you the next time we have a day off. You can sleep in all you want, and I'll be right here, but right now, you gotta go!" She gave him quick kiss, tossed his clothes at him and disappeared into the bathroom. Sam caught the clothes and began to dress, conceding that Jules did have a point. If they were to keep this relationship a secret, they couldn't arrive at work together or in clothes worn home the previous day. They worked with too many astute men skilled in figuring things out.

Entering Jules' house at the end of the work day, Sam continued the conversation begun in the Jeep. "You know, Jules, I do get that you have your reputation to worry about. That you're afraid getting personal could cause you to lose your job. It's my job, too, but I also get that there's something between us. Something special. I would hate to see you let fear get in the way of exploring just how good this could be." Sam looked at Jules as they put plates on the table. They'd brought chinese home after work, having left separately with her picking him up a few blocks away from the SRU.

"If it's me you are worried about," he continued, "I don't kiss and tell. I know how to be discreet. No one would have to know. I'll have your back."

"Sarge will know. He knows everything," Jules countered. She picked at her food as second thoughts assaulted her. Maybe this relationship thing wasn't such a good idea.

"Not if we are really careful. We are trained in stealth, you know," Sam continued to argue.

"Yeah, yeah, but what if he finds out?" She continued to worry and toy with her food.

"Then we deal with it when and if it happens. Until then we are just careful as possible. This thing between us is too special to give up on so soon." He reached out and snagged one of her hands, hoping that the physical connection would remind her of what they'd already shared, how unique it was, how fragile.

She studied him a moment, enjoying just looking at his beautiful face and intriguing blue eyes. "So one day at a time?" she asked and gave his hand a squeeze.

"Yeah, one night at a time," he corrected. "Our only days will be off-shift. Now eat something. You must be hungry after that shift today." He released her hand so she could use her chopsticks.

"We sound like kids trying to pull something over the parents' eyes." She smiled at the thought. "I have a bit of experience in that."

"Yeah?" he grinned.

"Yeah. I was kind of wild after my mother died," she explained, returning the grin.

"This is against the rules," he reminded her while she finally took a bite of food.

She looked up at him, "I said that already."

"Just making sure you are on board totally." They continued eating until the containers were empty. Conversation stilled for the moment.

"So we agree that we don't treat each other any differently at work," she stated as she got up and began to clear the debris away.

"That's gonna be hard! After all, I'm the only one on the Team who knows what you hide under your uniform!" Sam smirked. "But I'll treat you just like any of the other guys. Now can we finish the dishes and go practice what we're hiding from the Team?"