Title: Winner Takes All
Character: Sam, Jules
Word count: 400
Rating: G
Prompt: #64- Race
Summary: The race is on and it's more than getting the adrenaline rush and being the winner.
Disclaimer: You know the drill, Sam Braddock is mine. What else is new? *ha-ha*
:: Cos I love writing stories before Aisle 13, when I believed that Sam and Jules would live happily ever after. As always thanks to flashpoint_sru for the inspiration.
"Stop worrying, Jules, nobody in the team lives in your neighborhood or even remotely close to it." Sam chided, his voice coming out in ragged breaths. It had taken him twenty minutes to convince her to go with him, and now that they had been biking for a good part of half an hour, Jules was still tensed. She was cycling ahead of him, always ladies first, he reckoned silently, graciously giving him a good view of her short, well-toned legs.
"I didn't even say anything, so stop making blind assumption regarding my state of mind." He heard her retort back and chuckled.
Sam pedaled a bit faster until he's side by side with her. Her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and thin layer of sweat glistened on her skin, reflecting the early morning sun perfectly. To his amusement, her helmet was the color pink. His grin widened when she tried not to roll her eyes at him. "Getting tired already, Sweetheart?"
"Sorry if my bike isn't as brand new as yours," Jules replied, face flushing pink from both the activity and annoyance. "It actually takes a bit more effort with this ten year old bike."
"Wanna swap? Though you might need some help to get on." He knew he was digging his own grave, but he couldn't help it. Teasing Jules was always fun because an angry Jules was plain sexy. "I think I saw a step tool at the kitchen."
Surprisingly, Jules actually grinned. "Well, it surely didn't take much for you to get on." She said, hinting at their previous night together.
He could feel his face burning, and yet he played it cool. "What can I say? Sexy sniper chick, and you surely didn't complain."
Jules' face turned even redder and she shot him a look. "You're done, Sammy? Come on, the loser will have to make breakfast; pancakes with strawberries and maple syrup. Oh, and don't forget the eggs, scrambled. The winner gets to use the shower first," She paused, her eyes dancing with unhidden mirth. "And has the loser washed their back."
The invitation/challenge came from out of nowhere that for a while Sam braked and stared at Jules while she went on pedaling vigorously through the still vacant street.
"I've got a head-start 'cos as you said, I'm short!" He heard her shout.
Laughing, Sam readied.
Game's on, baby.
:)